"That's it. The divine item - the Butterfly Summoning Flute. It can enhance the effect of my spells."
Xia De held the slightly cold silver flute tightly in his hand, and the joy in his heart was like butterflies fluttering in his heart. Although the power of the butterfly flute was far less than that of the God's Gift Box, which was also created by God, this item was also suitable for him.
Although there were some twists and turns, it was really smooth to find the target in one day. Hundreds of bright red butterflies flew out of his sleeves, enough to cover the entire church in an illusion. The butterflies left red light marks and landed in various places in the church where the candles were almost extinguished, illuminating every corner of the church.
The effect of the illusion improved, and the time he could maintain the "Red Butterfly" form also increased.
Miss Benanis looked at the fluttering butterflies, then took up two palm-sized gray stone slabs from inside the coffin:
"Let me take a look at this... It's an ordinary item. It must be made of special materials to avoid being swallowed... The language of the Fifth Epoch... Oh? Was it left by the Witch Emperor at the end of the Fifth Epoch?"
Xia De, who was admiring his own illusion, looked at her unexpectedly:
"Wait, Sister Saint Perry died several hundred years before the end of the Fifth Epoch."
"Yes, wait a minute, let me see... At the end of the Fifth Era, the Witch Emperor who ruled this area discovered this secret church cemetery and came here. She was also unable to completely eradicate the pollution here. This place is different from the ordinary 'Crazy Land', so she reinforced the seal, reported it to the parliament, and left this stone tablet. So that's it, it says that the black mud will devour everything, but it will not affect ordinary stones and soil, so this stone tablet can be intact."
It seems that the arrogant and debauched Witch Emperors are still very useful. They have done many things that are no longer known in this era but are extremely important, including sealing the narrow gap between life and death on Mount Xikar.
"This briefly describes the problem of the crazy land in the Randall Valley, and speculates that the problem will become more and more serious. The ancient god magic of the Power of the Earth series is the most effective way to combat this problem."
Miss Benannis said, frowning slightly as she looked at the contents of the slate:
"So your Earth Power and Healing Aura are so effective... The last part... The fragment of the poem?"
"Ms. Carina told me about the Chosen One. You know, I also know Sister Develyn. What did it say?"
Xia De was delighted, and Miss Benannis translated the words:
"The chosen ones of the earth... ... here... ... the time of ceremony, between winter and spring..."
Xia De knew all of this. He even knew that the time was between winter and spring because the "Feast of Mother Earth" would be best held at that time.
"Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all."
She showed the slate to Xia De, and then said rather embarrassedly:
"This is a relic of the Witch Emperor. To the Parliament..."
"It belongs to you now. We took this adventure together, and the spoils should be divided equally."
Xia De said, and then looked at the last item. It was a pure white hand bone with dense golden letters engraved on it. This item had a very strong miracle element and was the core of the entire seal. In addition to the help of the unknown witch queen, this hand bone was the key to trapping the black mud here across two eras.
Of course, if nothing unexpected happens, these are also the final remains of "Sister St. Perry" who sacrificed herself voluntarily.
Out of respect, Miss Benanis asked Shade to pick it up. When Shade took it out of the coffin, the old woman's voice sounded again in the church.
When Shad and Miss Benannis turned around, they found an old lady in a nun's robe sitting in the first row of chairs in the hall.
The old face looked at Xia De with a smile:
"It records the method of learning the Power of the Earth and the Field of Fertility. My hand bones are disposable materials for learning the ritual. With this divine art, I can make the surrounding plants grow better. Of course, the most important function is to protect all creatures in a certain area centered on the Crazy Land from environmental influences and avoid the black mud. But unfortunately, it is only protective and cannot be completely dispelled like you."
This is equivalent to opening up a "safe zone" that moves with itself. For the "evil spirit·crazy land" area that Shade and Miss Lathers saw in the manor, this spell is almost useless. But for the "petrified·crazy land" they encountered during the day, it is quite useful.
"Are you leaving?"
The witch asked softly, and the old man smiled and shook his head:
"I said half an hour ago that I had already left. What you saw of me was nothing more than an obsession, a memory. Thank you very much for solving the problem before it caused any big trouble. All the items in this church belong to you. This is one of the few ways I can repay you."
The church looked dilapidated, but there were still some decorations from the previous era. The coffin and the eight chains were also very unusual.
"You are the one who deserves respect. May the earth be with you and me."
The witch placed her right hand on her left shoulder and bowed slightly to show her respect. Then, she heard a language she could not understand at all:
"Mr. Hamilton, I didn't expect you to help me again after a thousand years. Before I died, I wondered who would be able to solve the problem in the end."
It was the language of the Fifth Age, and it had a heavy accent. Even though Miss Benanis had learned the ancient language, she couldn't tell what was being said because of the accent and speed.
Shade showed a relieved expression. Sister Perry really remembered him:
"So, who won in the end?"
He asked the most curious question, but Sister Perry shook her head slightly, and her body gradually became transparent. This place was purified, and her mission was completed:
"The result is very interesting, and you can enjoy the pleasure of knowing the result yourself. But I can tell you that Mr. Leiman was eventually buried in this valley. I was 123 years old when I died, and his family had already multiplied here by then."
Among the three people who attended the Butterfly God banquet, the nun belonged to this parish, and the witch Miss Blackett believed in the Forgotten Old Man. Unexpectedly, Mr. Leman, who had no connection with the local area, was also buried in the local area.
"Mr. Lyman also left something for you in the cemetery."
Old Sister Perry whispered:
"When he died of heart failure at the age of 63, he entrusted me with the care of his family. I can still see that his family is still thriving in this city. If you feel the need, you can go and find the item. It will be useful to you too."
"Thanks."
Shade said this seriously, but the old man smiled and shook his head, and his language returned to the current Carsenrick common language of the Sixth Epoch:
"Young men, there are two more things you need to know.
First of all, besides me, there are some people who are guarding this city in secret. Even if we can't completely solve the problem, I can sense that there are still people, a group of people, who are quietly doing something. They are the guardians of the Randall Valley. If you still want to do something, you can try to find them. "
“Are there any local helpers?”
Shade suspected that the man who gave him the "power of the earth" in the Emerald Dream was one of them.
"Also, about five hundred years ago, some extremely evil force came to this place. It's hard for me to tell you what it is, but it's extremely powerful, extremely cunning, and extremely patient. You must be careful. The other party knows my cemetery and has never taken the initiative to explore here. But I know that the other party uses the 'petrified rose' as a symbol. If you encounter it, you must not face it directly."
The ancient Randall River Valley may have other secrets.
"Thanks."
Miss Benanis said softly, and the old nun shook her head again:
"No, I should be the one saying thank you. Witch of the Sixth Epoch, I hope you can go further than your predecessors."
The old nun's body was almost completely transparent. She looked at Shade for the last time with a nostalgic expression:
"Thank you so much, thank you for everything you have done. May the sun and the earth be with you... Maybe the road ahead will not be easy, but... Thank you."
The light dissipated, and Sister Saint Perry disappeared completely, leaving only a metal holy emblem with a sun pattern on the chair. The power contained in the holy emblem was even stronger than the hand bones.
"So, not only did Sister Perry, but Mr. Lyman also made it out of the Worm Cave alive."
Xia De thought to himself, and then realized that the witch beside him was still looking at him:
"She used honorifics on you."
"I'll explain the rest after we leave."
Shad said, Miss Benannis nodded suspiciously. Miss Carina told her that Shad had many secrets of his own.
Xia De waved his hand gently, and the glowing holy emblem on the bench flew into his hand under the guidance of the spell. The holy emblem of the righteous old man with the lantern had never changed. This holy emblem of the sun from the Fifth Epoch was the most powerful holy emblem Xia De had ever seen.
He even believed that a simple ceremony around the holy emblem was enough to borrow the power of the holy emblem to temporarily build a sanctuary. This was not only the power of the righteous god, but also the power left by "Sister Saint Perry".
The encounter between Shade and this respectable middle-aged nun in the Fifth Epoch had not yet ended, but Shade had already witnessed her ending. Although he had sighed about the stories and years countless times at both ends of the long river of time, it was inevitable that he still wanted to sigh at this moment.
He took back the fluttering red butterflies, and the expulsion of pollution allowed the power of God to return here. It was still winter, but green grass and small flowers were growing out of the cracks in the floor tiles. Next year, this place will probably be full of flowers. But the nuns who have been here all the time will not be able to see this scene.