Food Poems

Chapter 31 Moonlight God's Choice

Lord's Mansion.

Yeats read the battle report sent back by Phocas's express horse and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" Gray asked anxiously.

"They wiped out the goblin outposts. There were no casualties, only one person was injured." Ye Zhi smiled slightly.
"Another good news is that Lotta received the blessing of the Goddess of Nature, awakened the Tree of Life, and was promoted to a first-ring ranger."

"Tree of Life?" Gray didn't understand.

Yeats: "Makabaka Tree of Life, haven't you learned it?"

Gray understood now and corrected silently:

"It's clearly the Kabbalah Tree of Life!"

Ye Zhi was stunned.

Makkabaka? Malzahar? Gulinaza?

In short, everyone’s tree of life is the foundation of his or her extraordinary power!

The Tree of Life, a tree-shaped symbol made up of ten rings, is said to be the way the gods created the world out of nothing.

Yeats was well aware that this was actually the product of the planning of "Phantom Wings" and the stitching of Jewish philosophical thoughts.

According to the setting, every creature can see the tree of life in his body after being promoted to the extraordinary level.

How to judge your specific strength? Just look at how many rings are lit on the Tree of Life. This is also the origin of the "number of rings" in "Phantom Wings".

The seventh ring is legendary, and above it is the realm of the gods.

Yeats cannot currently see his own tree of life at all.

Take advantage of this Aurora Poetry Festival to hug the thighs of the "Goddess of Art and Youth" and hopefully make the leap from nothing to something.

"It's not safe to march at night. Phocas and the others will not return to Morningfrost Ridge until tomorrow," Yeats said.

Gray nodded and suggested, "Although we have dealt with the goblin outposts this time, the cold wave is getting closer and closer, and more and more tribes will move to the border of the kingdom. Ye Zhi, should we consider hiring mercenaries?"

Speaking of mercenaries, Ye Zhi thought of a crucial character in the plot, the Valkyrie.

She serves as the captain of the Iron Guard, an elite force that serves the Emperor directly.

Although the hope of recruiting the Ironsworn Guard is slim, in the plot, the Valkyrie leads a group of retired guards back home and passes through the Absolute Mountains on the way.

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "If we can use the Valkyrie's help, our chances of surviving the cold wave will be greatly increased. I have to ask around..."

Bonfire burning.

Phocas ordered them to set up camp on the spot and continue their journey after daybreak.

As the cold wind blew at night, Phocas glanced at the militiamen who had won the first battle. After experiencing the bloody battle, their eyes had changed significantly compared to when they came.

The wounded militiaman had a long wound on his chest from the goblin's axe. Now he had been bandaged and was lying on a stretcher, unconscious.

Fokas had just fed him onion soup and gave him a healing potion to drink. The militiaman's injuries were basically stable, and he would ask Regis to help with the treatment tomorrow morning.

The night is getting darker.

Looking at the stars above his head, Phocas took out a ball of wool from his military bag, held a thin wooden stick in his hand, and lowered his head to weave.

Lotta tossed and turned on a straw mat, then got up and caught a glimpse of a figure concentrating by the campfire out of the corner of her eye.

The white-haired old man was wearing shoulder armor, his eyes fixed on the fabric in his hands, his shadow reflected on the jungle by the campfire.

Lotta tiptoed closer, the ranger's footsteps were almost silent, and she stared at him for a while before speaking:

"Sir, can you knit sweaters?"

Fokasi glanced at Lotta and said without explaining, "Can't you sleep?"

Lotta nodded, sat down next to the old man, and said softly:

"It's hard to calm down when I think about today's battle."

"I am the same as you," said Phocas, looking down, "but I use knitting to calm myself."

Lota was surprised that Fokas, a knight, could knit sweaters.

She held her chin with both hands and watched carefully for a while, and found that Phocas's movements were extremely skillful, and it was not just a spur of the moment move, but the result of years of practice.

"Are you knitting a sweater or a hat?" Lotta asked curiously.

"A woolen sweater," said Phokas. "There's still time to knit one before winter comes."

"Oh, I see." Lotta said in a confident tone, "You are doing this to save gold coins for the lord!" "That's half right."

Fokas said calmly, "Lotta, your performance on the battlefield today was very good and you have been promoted one level. I will recommend to the young master... the lord, that you be knighted."

Being a knight here is not a profession but a title of honor. Upon hearing this, Lota opened her eyes wide, unable to hide her joy.

"I've already decided what mount I want to ride in the future!"

"Oh?" Phocas was very interested.

"Reindeer!" Lotta puffed out her chest unconsciously and said:
"I want to fight for our Lord with my reindeer, just like you!"

"Is it the young deer we met when we were fighting the deer-eagle beast that day?" asked Phocas.

After getting Lota's affirmative answer, Phocas' eyes flickered slightly and he looked up at the moon in the night sky.

According to legend, the Moon Goddess will favor creatures that often walk with the moonlight.

Goddess of the Moon and Hunting, the embodiment of nature, may you protect this child and let him walk on a bright path...

Forest.

A rustling sound was heard.

The snow-white owl flew deep into the forest, looking down with its bright eyes.

The little elf Blueberry was taking a nap on a leaf. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and yawned.

"It's you. Are you here to learn magic again?"

Thanks to the presence of fairies, this forest has a very strong magical power, making it a natural place to learn magic.

"Goo!"

The snowy owl flapped its wings, indicating that it was about to go on a long journey with its owner.

To be on the safe side, it’s best to learn a few more powerful spells!
"Let me make it clear first, I can't help you."

Blueberry said: "All I know are some auxiliary spells. Besides, you can learn them by yourself!"

"Gu?" The Snowy Owl tilted its head in surprise.

Self-study?

"Don't you know? Many professions, including priests, mages, and druids, can pray to the gods."

Blueberry explained it clearly: "During the process of prayer or meditation, the gods may respond and bless them to learn magic."

The blue-haired elf looked at the snow-white owl:

"You stay awake at midnight every day. You can try praying to the Moonlight Goddess or the Dark Night Goddess. They might favor you."

This sounds reasonable, but it makes no sense when you think about it.

There are many creatures that move at night. Why should you expect the moonlight and the dark night to respond to you when you pray to them?
Just because you are the symbol of the magic goddess Minerva, an owl?

In fact, it is precisely because of the close relationship between owls and the [Goddess of Magic] that some individuals of owls possess magical talents.

But this snowy owl in front of him had such amazing magical talent, and this was the first time Blueberry had seen one.

"Gu..."

Snowy Owl thought carefully about Blueberry's words, then silently looked up at the crescent moon in the starry sky.

Soon, Blueberry saw a scene that she would never forget.

I seemed to see the flowing white moonlight turning into star-like lights surrounding the snowy owl.

Am I dazzled?!
Blueberry rubbed his eyes again, looked carefully, and his eyes widened instantly.

it is true!
There really is magical moonlight lingering around this owl, like flowing silver light!
The snowy owl looked at the moonlight surrounding it, fixed its gaze, and flapped its wings.

Two light blades formed by the moonlight were slashed out, vibrating in the air, and then gradually dissipated.

Blueberry was shocked.

The blessing of the Moon Goddess, the second-level spell "Moon Blade"! ?

No, I just said it casually!
How can you, an owl, be chosen by the Moonlight God?
The snowy owl silently raised its head, bathing in the moonlight, its eyes bright.

"Goo!"

What Blueberry said was indeed correct.

Magic spells can really be learned by yourself!
(End of this chapter)