I owe the female honor system a billion

Chapter 13 13. Tanir

The time when the Crown Brilliance Conference is held is the most memorable time in the entire continent.It symbolizes the greatest day of the founding of the United Kingdom, the ecstasy with which countless men fell on their knees.

Before that day, there were various privately celebrated festivals in countless places large and small.The form and content are very different.

Fifteen days later, Miyamura Feiyu has reached level 49, only one level away from reaching the highest level of an adventurer.

In the past fifteen days, Miyamura Feiyu has been working almost day and night, not only fully training himself, but also actively looking for monsters, large and small, in the nearby mountains for combat training.

Like a goose plucking its feathers, the nearby monster lairs were almost emptied by her.

Fortunately, the results of the battle are also very gratifying. As the opening time of the sea of ​​mist is getting closer, the tacit understanding of the two people's battle is getting closer and closer to perfection.

And they are about to set off to the royal capital to participate in the Mianhui Conference.

But before that, during the traditional festival in Nova Village, they could enjoy the few tranquility to their heart's content.

The elves have the custom of hanging paper lanterns on the trees where they live during festivals, and Nova Village, which has lived with the elves for hundreds of years, also retains this interesting custom.

Most of them are made by children studying at home and resting men and women. Various patterns are reflected by the spiritual fire lit inside, and the residents who usually rest at sunset also put on the most beautiful costumes of the year. Singing and dancing around the huge bonfire lit in the village.

Su Chang was good at doing some handicrafts in the original world, so of course he didn't miss this festival.

After several times of folding and cutting the paper given by the villagers, it formed a beautiful appearance that the residents of this world have never seen.There are not only monsters, flowers, but also simple and strange ones.
All kinds of paper lanterns not only attracted the amazing eyes of the villagers, but also attracted the curious children of the villagers.

Curious, they surrounded Su Zhang who was cutting paper lanterns in the middle, and when he had finished one, the child who saw the shape came forward and begged Su Zhang to give her the lantern.

Amidst the children chattering around, Su Chang with a helpless smile told them not to fight, while watching them playfully quarreling with a smile.

Really fun.

The original world was the king of children in the orphanage, but now he is still the king of children in this world.

Feeling the indistinct gaze, looking up, Miyamura Feiyu, who was drinking with the village chief in the middle of the village chief's banquet hall, raised a wine glass to herself, with a seductive smile on her reddish face and twinkling eyes Looking at the little stars that only you can see.

Su Chang smiled silently, finished the paper lantern for the last child in his hand, and led them to hang the lantern in the woods on the side.

Many children couldn't wait, and hurriedly lit the paper lamps that hadn't been warmed in their hands, and they lit up in beautiful colors.

Some simply use these paper lanterns as weapons, and draw them back and forth in the air, laughing and playing with their partners.

The lively figures of a group of people moved further and further away, and Miyamura Feiyu's eyes became softer and softer.

so good.
Lifting the wine glass, she took a sip of the still clear wine, and looked at the clear night sky with cloudy eyes, it was so peaceful and pleasant.

The wrinkled village head beside him also took a sip of his drink, and said in an old voice with memories, "My partner was so beautiful before."

Looking at Miyamura Feiyu's expression of "what nonsense are you talking about, how could she be as beautiful as Norton", she laughed haha, her long shriveled ears slightly raised.

She said braggingly, "Of course it's true, old people never lie." Looking at Miyamura Feiyu's stinky face, she laughed happily a few times, looked at the empty seat on the other side, only to find There is no longer a partner who looks at him tenderly.

The happy expression also slowly quieted down, and suddenly he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, so he had to take a sip of the drink in his hand.

"Be careful, you have to come back alive." She changed the subject.

Miyamura Feiyu looked at the village chief in surprise, after all not everyone knew the horror of the Demon King.

The celebration of these villagers is more like singing in advance to defeat the devil. How would they know the horror of this battle after they have not experienced war for a long time?

Even at level 49, Miyamura Feiyu thinks that she still has no chance of winning when facing the demon king in the memory screen.

Perhaps Feng Moying would feel better, after all, she has one more magic weapon bestowed by the goddess than herself.

Seeing Miyamura Feiyu's surprised eyes, the village chief sighed and said, "My ancestors participated in the annihilation war against the Demon King 1000 years ago, and she lost her legs in that battle. The awe of the Demon King has always been Passed down from generation to generation as the legacy of the ancestors.”

Then she looked at the villagers who were dancing, and said to Miyamura Feiyu, "It's been a long time since they have experienced a cruel battle with the devil, so they are a bit slack in their attitudes. I can't blame them."

Miyamura Feiyu just drank silently without answering.

After a moment of silence, the village chief put down his glass, "Follow me."

Then he got up and walked towards the inner hall of the village chief's house.

On the side of the inner hall is a small ancestral hall. On the platform in the middle is not a square spiritual tablet, but tender white flowers rooted on the platform.

That is the ancestor of the village chief's family generation after generation.

Whenever an elf dies and their remains are not destroyed within a day, their bodies will turn into a pure white flower.Once rooted, it can survive without watering or fertilizing.

And the elves are also accustomed to keeping the flowers of their deceased compatriots as sacrifices.

Large or small flowers are planted layer by layer on the high platform, and the top layer has only a solitary flower, directly facing Miyamura Feiyu who entered.

The village chief lovingly stroked the nearest flower on the bottom layer, then slowly floated up to the top layer, and took something from under the top flower.

It wasn't until the village chief fell to the ground that Gongcun Feiyu realized that it was a strange weapon with a bone white color.It hadn't been sharpened for a long time, and there was a little dust on it, but the village head gently brushed off the dust, and the edge of the sword shone sharply against the faint candlelight outside.

Great weapon!
"This is a weapon for fighting with my ancestors. Although it is not as good as the divine weapon bestowed by the goddess, it was also built by the elves at that time with all their efforts." She gently stroked the blade of the divine weapon, her old voice It revealed the vicissitudes of the past, "It's called Tanir, and it told me that it will dedicate itself to this war. It is yours now."

The words of the elves always have a wonderful sense of epic and ritual, but the sense of destiny in the dark makes people awe-inspiring.

Miyamura Feiyu took the magic weapon from the village chief's hand with both hands, and held it tightly in his palm.

As if in response, the blade of the sword also trembled slightly, showing the youthful demeanor of a treasured sword of a divine weapon.

"Never disgrace."

(End of this chapter)