Whispering Verse

【Whispering Poetry】【】

"At least you're honest."

Xia De also admitted that most of the promises he made would be fulfilled, and honesty was one of the few qualities he was proud of.

The next step was for the four to select the best poem from each other, so Xia De naturally got the petals of the other three, and his own petals were presented to Mr. Lehmann. His poems were written by others, and Mr. Lehman is indeed a master at composing poems.

Just like last time, the Butterfly God himself can give two petals to show his likes and dislikes. So two petals flew out, over the gold and silver utensils and delicacies on the table, one stopped at Mr. Lyman's hand, and the other stopped at Sister Perry's hand.

So far, Shad has received six petals, Brecht the Witch has one, Sister Perry has one, and Mr. Lyman has four. Although Mr. Lehman is in the lead, there are still six petals waiting to be presented in the last round, so it cannot be said that Mr. Lehman is definitely the final winner.

After this round, God did not give gifts to each person individually, but directly announced the third activity of the banquet:

"The original plan was for you to tell the story about the butterfly, but I just got the story."

He smiled at Xia De, and Xia De's guess came to nothing:

"So what are we going to do in the end?"

He asked softly, very worried that the remaining time would not be enough for him to solve the trouble. But the gods only pointed to the crowd of butterflies circling around the underground skylight:

"Finally, mortals, show me your understanding of the beauty of butterflies. There are 178,753 butterflies here. Everyone chooses the one you think is the most beautiful, and then judges each other. Just call them, and they will come to you Fly."

So the three witches raised their heads immediately, and then were forced to squint their eyes because the sky was too bright.

Only Xia De looked at the god, and the **** smiled and said:

"A foreign guest, you don't want to choose me, do you?"

"Your beauty is of course the best among all butterflies, but I don't have the guts to blaspheme the gods yet."

Xia De said softly, praising the beauty of the god-advent form. As for what this god's body looks like, he can't see through the illusion of [Thousand-Eyed Illusion Butterfly] who is also known as the "God of Illusion".

Butterfly's **** is still smiling:

"Don't you want to pick the butterflies? Wait a while, other mortals will pick my most beautiful butterflies."

Xia De shook his head slightly:

"Your butterfly is far less beautiful to me than mine."

A group of red butterflies flew out of his sleeve, and then divided into two clusters and gathered on the left and right sides behind him. The dense group of red butterflies frightenedly gathered into a human form. With the use of spells, the flickering butterflies finally formed the appearance of Grace in white skirt and Helen in black skirt. Of course, it was their mature appearance in their twenties.

Xia De smiled and looked back at the two, then turned his head and raised the red wine glass at hand, and saluted the butterfly god:

"Look, **** of butterflies, these are my butterflies. Originally they were spotted by a respectable drinker, but luckily I snatched them away from that duke by the lake at night."

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"From the cage in the duke's hand, to being imprisoned in your cage?"

God asked softly, also picked up the goblet, and touched Xia De across the air.

Xia De sipped his red wine and shook his head slightly:

"I didn't imprison them. What imprisoned them was their mission and the power of that city."

This refers to Fort Midhill.

"No, you have indeed woven a new cage. It is far more terrifying than cities and missions. It is an emotional cage. What the Duke wants is the right to belong to the body and soul, but you want more. They couldn't escape after all. Fences, they can only dance in your palm."

[Thousand-Eyed Magic Butterfly] said meaningfully, Xia De did not refute:

"But at least my palm is big enough, and us mortals, even relics, are mortal things to an existence like yours. Who can really escape and gain real freedom?"

God smiled and shook his head, and stopped entangled with Xia De on this issue:

"However, I admit that your two butterflies are indeed very beautiful. Stories will endow girls with charm, which is the same for any race. You have already told their stories, otherwise I would not recognize them charm."

Xia De put down his wine glass, endured the discomfort and dizziness, and looked directly into the eyes of the god:

"Their names are Grace White and Helen Black. You already know their location. If you can, please help them."

This is what has happened, but Shad must ensure that it will still happen.

"Father Tree's preference for you is really terrifying."

[God of Butterfly] said softly:

"I'll go and see your butterfly, and see what the ungrown butterfly twins look like now. Although they have accepted the power of the twin gods, this does not hinder me. I will bless my favorite butterfly."

Xia De nodded slightly, and Grace and Helen behind him dispersed into a group of red butterflies.

He twirled his last ungifted petal:

"I always believe that Miss Grace White and Miss Helen Black are the most beautiful mortal butterflies in my heart. I firmly believe in this point."

"So, your last petal is going to be given to yourself?"

"No, I don't need to admit their beauty. Both you and that decent vampire duke have said that unusual stories and experiences will make girls more attractive. Their charm is mine."

He tapped his chest and gave the last petal to Sister Perry. While the latter took it inexplicably, Xia De whispered "thank you".

Sister Perry had no idea why.

God smiled and didn't comment, but the other three who looked up and squinted to observe the butterflies also found their own butterflies one by one.

"God, I choose this."

The first to speak was the witch, Ms. Brecht, who had the best eyesight among the three.

The butterflies selected by the witch are blue-purple overall, with brilliant metallic luster on the wings, and the two ends of the forewings change from dark blue, azure blue, to light blue, and the bottom surface of the wings has rows of eye-shaped markings. This is quite a gorgeous butterfly. After being selected by the witch, it flew around her, and finally stopped on the witch's hair, like a gorgeous blue-purple metal hair accessory.

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"I will give the petals to myself, the most beautiful butterfly."

The words of the gorgeous middle-aged witch are also full of confidence.

"God, please allow me to choose this one."

Next was Sister Perry, but to my surprise, the butterflies flying from high above looked like two dry leaves. The ventral surface of the wings is the color of dead leaves. When resting, there is a dark brown horizontal line from the top corner of the forewing to the hip corner of the hind wing, plus several oblique lines, which resemble leaf veins.

"Being one with nature and the land, I love this butterfly."

As the nun said, she stretched out her hand and let the butterfly rest on the belly of her right index finger, and then gave the flower petals to herself.

Finally it was Mr. Lehman's turn. He stared blankly at the butterflies flying all over the sky, and finally shook his head, having no choice:

"Sorry, God, the butterfly I admire should have the characteristics of a human girl. This is the purpose of my coming here. I don't want to go against my true inner thoughts in front of you, and give the title of the most beautiful butterfly to someone. A butterfly I don't love. There isn't the prettiest butterfly here, and I wouldn't choose."

As he said that, he took out his own leaf and handed it to the witch Brecht:

"The butterfly chosen by this lady is relatively beautiful. I don't understand why the girl who appeared behind that gentleman over there just now is considered a butterfly. It looks like a human being."

In this way, Shad has six petals, Ms. Brecht the Witch has three, Sister Perry has three, and Mr. Lyman has four.

The mortals closed their eyes, waiting for the final "judgment", while Xia De looked at the god:

"The last two petals you give will determine who can win the favor of your family."

He reminded softly, and the last two petals flew from the hand of the god, and then spun around the big terrible round table. They didn't stop at someone's side immediately, God smiled and asked:

"Mortals, you have come here for your own purposes, and participated in this banquet that might cost you your life and soul. Before the final result appears, I allow you to express your wishes one last time."

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The Witch is still adamant about it.

"In order to touch the extraordinary."

The nun whispered softly.

"To find the girl I love."

Although the layout is a bit smaller, Mr. Lehman doesn't feel ashamed at all.

God finally looked at Xia De. Xia De came here without his own wish, but to complete the task of the tree father, but now he has a wish:

"In order to obtain the god-invoking ceremony that called you, and to witness the end of this story, who is favored by the family of the gods?"

God smiled and clapped his hands, and two petals landed on the hands of Ms. Bletchett and Sister Perry respectively.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Why?"

Xia De asked puzzledly.

"What are we doing?"

Butterfly's **** said softly.

"Are you attending a banquet?"

"Yes, at the banquet of the earth and the butterflies, everyone should enjoy this moment. I don't quite understand."

The lazy lady held her side face with her right hand and looked at Xia De:

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"Why, from the very beginning, have you been so wary of me?"

While speaking, the sound of the orchestral music became louder, and more light came from above the underground cave, allowing everyone to bathe in this light:

"It's really interesting to watch you come and go vigilantly. But isn't this a banquet?"

(end of this chapter)

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