The Moon Goddess is most commonly depicted as a beautiful silver bow hunter, and also the protector of forests and animals. Therefore, the Goddess bestows upon her followers the magic of animal pacts, allowing them to hunt the detestable werewolves with their familiars, maintaining the tranquility of the forest for the Goddess.
For the Moon Witches, familiars are akin to the silver bows on the back of the Moon Goddess; the venom of snakes can be used to create potions that paralyze werewolves; the rare white deer can purify the curse of werewolves; and the common wild cats by the witches' sides can sense the movements of monsters.
As for the great white goose... Amber racked her brain, probably it could buy its master a retreat, about five minutes, roughly the time for an appetizer?
Since that day, Rosemary has successfully garnered the sympathy of the entire village, with various consolation gifts piling up in front of her cabin. Her peers, with whom she usually played, visited one after another, and some emotional ones even cried, as if every moment could be Rosemary's last, or her last as a human?
"Perrin, what should I do to save this child?" Amber asked, fishing a large calico cat from an empty wine barrel and tossing it back to her hostess, who was talking to an empty oak mug. She said irritably, "You ask a tavern owner this question, and her answer will always be the same."
As soon as the words left her mouth, the oak mug in Amber's hand was filled again with a clear red and mellow liquid, and the large calico cat, nestled in its owner's arms, took the opportunity to lick a few drops of the remaining stains on the table.
Both big and small, with a pair of drunken green eyes, Perrin couldn't help but reminisce about the green grapes of the Junli River, the green and plump grapes that had absorbed the green of spring and the light of summer, just looking at them made people drunk.
Silver-haired Mida is indeed the most beautiful witch here, but the magic of a witch lies in her eyes, and Lady Amber has the most touching pair of eyes she has ever seen.Just as she thought this, the "most powerful witch" fell forward, her forehead hitting the wooden table hard, scaring the large calico cat in her arms to jump up.
Perrin laughed and drained the mug in her hand, her fair face showing no trace of drunkenness. No matter how powerful the witch is, she has to bow down to her "magic" wine.
She put down the empty cup, looked at the large calico cat that was a circle fatter than the previous year, and suddenly sighed, "Ah, in the blink of an eye, a group of little frogs are going to be sixteen years old, and my wine cellar is going to be half empty again."
Amber pressed her forehead, picked up the mug on the table to continue to use wine to relieve the pain, and suddenly remembered the important matter, and hurriedly shook her head to stay awake.She squinted, trying to see the witch in front of her. This woman has the best wine cellar in the village. She warned herself not to get drunk here and offend the other party.
The celebration of the gods always needs the help of wine, and there is a wine cellar under the village that is enough for a year's carnival, but this is not enough. Every little witch has a barrel of fruit wine that belongs to her, which has been brewed for sixteen years, containing a powerful blessing and magic, waiting for her to be unsealed when she is an adult.
At the sixteen-year-old prayer ceremony, the young witches practice with wine, drink their own birthday wine, and also make a sacred oath to the goddess, and can be promoted from the low-level god attendant to the practicing god messenger, and officially start the journey of hunting the magical wolf.
In order to brew this special magical wine, the oldest great witch did not spend thousands of miles, and specially invited the witch Perrin from the distant Junli River. There is the holy land of the natural goddess, and the witches who believe in the natural goddess are all there, and Perrin has a special background, believing in several goddesses, in addition to the moon goddess, that is, the three natural goddesses.
"Speaking of which, you really dislike little Rosemary so much, why don't you let me have it. My goddesses are much more gentle."
The natural goddess is in charge of the harvest and pleasure, and the goddess who is favored by Perrin naturally brews a hand of excellent wine, and is also quite fond of Rosemary who can turn "food" into gold. She has been trying to preach to Rosemary in the past few years, doing some immoral things.
In response, Amber has warned her countless times that her highness is not as generous as the three goddesses, and if you don't believe it, you can go to the "Garden of the Goddess" for a one-day tour.
But at this time, Amber is drinking to forget her worries, and she goes along with the nonsense: "Well, if you can pick a wolf head for her, let it go to you."
After speaking, she didn't wait for her to answer, and she searched in her body for a long time before she took out a small piece of paper and said: "Before that, hand over the birthday gift for my student."
Amber handed over a small piece of old parchment.
Perrin raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out to take the note, and her sleeve flickered, and Amber immediately smelled a fragrance like wine.
The beautiful red-haired witch always harvests ripe fruits to dye her skirt, and now she is dyed with the green and beautiful summer ripeness, and the fruits are piled up on the sleeve, and the neck and shoulders are wrapped in an autumn brown shawl.
Even Mida had to admit: the natural goddess endowed Perrin with a mature and intoxicating charm.
Perrin took a look at the note and couldn't help but sigh, and rubbed the note against the shawl on her neck.
Ha, heard the leather mink sneezed, and then slowly stretched out, the little nose was on the black eyes, a golden brown and black three-line pattern of a small head emerged from the soft fur, it turned out to be a very rare golden musk cat.
The musk cat's pink tongue came out, and a delicate bronze key was spit on the owner's open palm.
"Let's go get the wine together."
It is rare for Perrin to come out of the tavern, and Amber can easily guess that the other party is probably thinking about immoral things again. But if Rosemary is willing, she is also willing to bear the moon goddess's anger for her as an unworthy teacher.
This is also the only thing she can do for the other party now.
When the two came out of the wine cellar, the sky was just dawn, and the morning sun had not yet penetrated the night wind's black, and the rain dew that evaporated in the morning formed a gray mist, which was lightly covered on the surrounding rolling hills. The beautiful and hazy outline of the distant ridge like the breast under the gray skirt of the goddess, nurturing all the forests in the mountains, and the forests in the mountains nourished the witches in the valley, and finally all the glory belongs to the goddess.
Miller Valley is located at the bottom of the valley where clouds and fog gather, and it is moist all year round, with greenery everywhere. Whenever the rain and fog are thick, it becomes an isolated island in the fog sea.But as long as you spend seven days crossing the mountains, you can see the sea swaying the blue skirt, and the sharp towers carved by mortals are arrogantly pointing to the sacred sky. The bustling port is full of insects, and the merchants are smoking the tobacco that is popular on the east coast. Many merchant ships make transactions there - Miller Valley is isolated from the world, but it has never been far from the hustle and bustle.
The big flower cat is frolicking with the wind, and it playfully sticks out its tongue, as if it can taste the salty and moist breath that comes from the other side of the mountain; its owner who is in harmony with it can't help but look into the distance, and the thoughts that have not yet formed are gathering and dissipating like clouds.
"In fact, it's not bad to be here for a lifetime."
Perrin suddenly said with emotion, and before waiting for Amber to respond, she said to herself:
"The outside world is too terrible."
Following her gaze, there are lovely and simple thatched houses, red camellias and purple morning glories are all over the roof, and then they hang down from the eaves, forming a gorgeous waterfall of flowers. Suddenly, a door and window are opened, and the young witch pulls up the flower curtain and greets them with a smile.
"How can it compare with the place blessed by the goddess?" Perrin whispered.
The valley is heavy with moisture, and the village's roofs are woven from straw, coated with a layer of clay to solidify the structure. Watered occasionally by wind and rain, ripened by the summer sun, and caressed by the sea breeze that crosses the mountains, at first glance, they appear as tall, dense flowering trees; and there are fearless deer and rabbits that peek in from the windows for food, everything naturally resembles a divine creation, a fairy dwelling from fairy tales, not allowing a speck of dust or smoke.
The two passed by the flower houses, as if in a labyrinth of the goddess, where a moment's inattention to the cardinal directions could lead to a solid green wall, but finding Rosemary's house was no trouble at all. It was like finding a fragrant mutton hotpot amidst a collection of black iron pots filled with rejuvenating potions.
A beast's head with a lion's face and a unicorn's neck leaped out from a camellia bush, its bared teeth and claws as if still riding the wind and waves at the bow of a ship, but the painted feathers and scales on its neck were already weather-beaten and peeling; while the morning glory's vines climbed up along the amber-colored fishtail flag, curling into a tender green arc against the azure sky.
The exaggeratedly cluttered roof offered no space for birds to rest, and the only bare, dead branch was put to use by Rosemary, hanging several wooden masks on it.