"I... ... "
Xia De wanted to correct it, but the gift given by the Butterfly God was not based on what Xia De wanted, but what she wanted to give:
"Then go look for it. It's a very interesting gift. Even though it's not very powerful, it's definitely interesting. The gift is stored in the city you were just talking about. You don't have to search the world for clues."
The tone of his voice was full of the meaning that Xia De would not refute, so Xia De could only nod:
"Thank you for your generosity, I will treasure your gift."
In addition to "Five Stories of Randall Valley", "Three God-summoning Rituals", "Searching for the Chosen One" and "Purifying the Crazy Land", his mission in Randall Valley also includes "Searching for the Gift of the Butterfly God".
If he had made a list, he would have gotten lost in the complexity of it.
After the gods blessed the mortals who presented the songs, the originally silent underground caves were filled with some ethereal and joyful songs, making the place more like a real banquet. Therefore, the gods gave the mortals a second banquet gift that they needed to complete:
"My followers like pure poetry as well as ballads. So please present me, the earth, and the butterflies with poems."
Mr. Lyman smiled. This gentleman who could write his own lyrics was obviously good at writing poetry. Sister Perry frowned slightly. She was probably not good at writing. The witch maintained a respectful look, and Ms. Blackett was obviously quite calm.
"Then, Butterfly God, please allow me to leave temporarily again."
The time for Xia De's adventure has come. Although he spent most of his time listening to music, he still gained a lot of information:
"Next time I come, I will bring you poems that will satisfy you."
He stood up and bowed to say goodbye, and the butterfly god smiled and nodded.
Xia De asked his companion again:
"So, this time, do you need me to bring you anything?"
Mr. Lehman shook his head first, saying that writing poetry does not require the aid of musical instruments. Sister Perry thought about it and also shook her head, saying that poetry can be created by referring to the book "Song of the Earth" in her hand, and no additional books are needed.
The middle-aged witch Ms. Blackett also shook her head:
"Sir, I am extremely curious about you, but I don't need any help at this time. I don't know where you are from, but I have some guesses about it. If I can get out of here alive, I will repay your help."
"The premise is that you can get rid of the influence of these phantom phosphorus powders and remember what happened here."
Shade said with a smile, giving some hints.
He bowed to the god once more before turning and walking into the thick white fog that only he could see.
(Little Mia is running...)
"Mr. Hamilton?"
On Monday morning, the weather in Midhill Castle was unexpectedly good in winter. The headquarters of Cassandra Auction House was already open, and the old witch's apprentice, Miss Rita Swift with beautiful flaxen hair, had just been in the lobby on the first floor directing the workers to move the new piano to the office area upstairs when she saw Shade rushing in with Mia in his arms.
The sorceress feels that she will be in a good mood all day:
"Why are you here so early? What's the matter?"
She asked with a smile, and then greeted the cat on Shad's shoulder. Mia ignored her, a little dissatisfied that Shad took it out of the house again.
"Good morning, Miss Swift. When I just woke up an hour ago, Miss Carina contacted me and said that Mother-in-law Cassandra wanted to see me about something."
Xia De said. Although the young girl didn't know what the urgent matter was, she quickly led Xia De to the office area at the top of the auction house.
Although Cassandra is old, she still gets up early and goes to bed early every day. In the early morning of winter, she chats with Grace and Helen in the study on the third floor. After Shade entered the room, the Red Butterfly girls greeted him happily, and Miss Swift took the initiative to leave.
"It's not me who wants to talk to you, it's the teachers who want to talk to you."
The old witch said kindly, and then left the study, closing the door. Xia De sat down under the urging of the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, and then asked:
"What happened... Is it your injuries..."
He was a little worried.
"No, we are fine. We were reminiscing about some things from the past last night sir."
Grace, who was wearing a white dress, said, while the somewhat shy Helen was pouring tea for Shade:
"We had a dream last night. It was very sudden because we don't have dreams. Anyway, Helen and I suddenly remembered something about the old god Thousand-Eyed Illusion Butterfly you mentioned last time. We remembered that she once said she left a gift for you."
Xia De's hand trembled as he picked up the teacup, but then he felt that this made sense. God knew everything. The memories that Helen and Grace suddenly gained must also be the work of that god:
"What exactly is it?"
He asked.
"I have many memories of that god. It wasn't us who took the initiative to find her, but she found us. That was the time when the 22-year cycle ended and I was able to spend time with Helen."
Grace touched her sister's head, and the latter smiled happily:
"Yes, it was the believers of that god who found us and held a ceremony to call upon the god to appear. She was very kind and took good care of us. She also gave us strength, allowing us to persevere through those lonely and difficult years. Otherwise, you would probably have seen us go crazy... And the price of giving us strength was that we had to tell you that the gift was taken away by one of the three mortals who attended the banquet with you and was buried with him or her."
It seems that the red butterflies met the Butterfly God after Xia De attended the banquet.
"Do you know what the gift is?"
Xia De asked, and Helen nodded seriously:
“Yes, although my sister and I have never seen it with our own eyes, we have heard other butterflies talk about it.
That is the butterfly-calling flute created by God. As long as you carry it with you, all the powers related to butterflies will be enhanced, including your butterfly illusion and the ability to transform into a swarm of butterflies. If you use it as a disposable item, you can call the butterflies to come after playing the flute. The butterflies you call will be different when you play it in a specific way. The most powerful individual among them - the God's Roller, is enough to rival a 13th-level witch. "
Helen opened her palms, and red butterflies fluttered in her white palms. The illusion outlined the appearance of the silver flute. Recalling these things, their strength seemed to have returned a lot, but Shade did not notice that the whispering elements in them became stronger, and even the whispering elements were somewhat weakened.
"Do you know where the tomb is?"
He suppressed his doubts and asked. Grace shook her head regretfully:
"We have investigated, but we don't know with whom you attended the banquet of the gods."
"I see... This information is very important to me. You guys are really helpful."
Xia De praised with a smile, and Helen blushed and said "hmm". Xia De asked again:
"Your bodies..."
"It seems to be getting better, but the Red Butterfly's fate has not changed. The power of the Butterfly God has recovered faster than the power of the relics, and now we feel good."
Grace said, biting her lower lip and asked again:
"Only a small part of the memory of that god has been revived. Sir, do you really not want to enter our dreams together, touch the deepest part of our souls, and open the door to our dusty memories?"
This time, Xia De could guarantee that he had not misunderstood what they meant.
"I will make the request if necessary, but not now."
He gave his reply, and Helen blushed and hummed again, not knowing what she was thinking.
Among the three companions that Shade met in the year 4791 of the Fifth Era, the witch Miss Blackett believed in the Forgotten Old Man, Sister Perry, who was known as "Saint Perry", was buried in the city of Randall Valley after her death, and Mr. Lyman had not yet seen any connection with the city of Randall Valley.
Therefore, Shad planned to investigate the "Saint Perry Cemetery" first. He was not without clues. In the sixth era, there was still a street named after that lady in the city of Randall Valley, and the "Saint Perry Cemetery" was also one of the local legends.
The cat was still entrusted to Dorothy for temporary care. After returning home from Midhill Castle, Shad set off for Randall Valley City. Of course, since today was Monday, he did not forget this week's gift. This week, he took out an ordinary item, a gold goblet inlaid with gemstones, which looked quite good. Shad planned to give it as a gift when he attended someone else's wedding next time.
This week's task was to drink a glass of milk for breakfast for five consecutive days. This was really easy for Xia De.
"So, where do you plan to start?"
Today, there was a light snow in Randall Valley City. Shade did not disturb Luvia who was working, but found the local witch Miss Benanis at the Wilde Opera House. The transaction contract of the Wilde Opera House has been signed, and the opera house belongs to the witch, and the Golden Dawn Opera Company has officially moved its base to the largest opera house in the southwest of Carsenrick.
Recently, Miss Lathers is busy with the relocation and renovation of the opera house, while Miss Benanis is investigating the matter of "Crazy Land". The church has heard about the situation from the Witch Council and should take action in the near future, so there is no need for Shade to intervene in this matter for the time being.
"Go ahead? Miss Benanis, you must have heard of the legend of 'St. Perry's Cemetery'."
There was light snow outside the window. Xia De held a teacup and asked the slightly lazy witch opposite. Facing the not very bright sunshine, the witch's golden hair shone brightly. The consumption of the puzzle lock last night had long been restored. Xia De was welcomed this morning. She was looking forward to what kind of story Xia De would bring.