Chapter 1180: God-Made Object - Butterfly-Calling Flute

"I..."

Xia De wanted to correct it, but the gift given by this God of Butterflies was not based on what Xia De wanted, but what He wanted to give:

"Then go and find it. That is a very interesting gift. Although it is not powerful enough, it is absolutely interesting. The gift is stored in the city you just talked about. You don't have to go all over the world to find hints."

The tone was full of meaning that Xia De could not refute, and Xia De could only nod:

"Then thank you for your generosity, I will cherish your gift."

His tasks in Randall Valley, in addition to "Five Stories of Randall Valley," "Three God-Calling Rituals," "Finding the Chosen One," and "Purifying the Mad Earth," added "Finding the Gift of the God of Butterflies."

If he listed the list, he should have been lost in the complex list.

After the god gave blessings to the mortals who offered ballads, the underground cave, which was originally extremely quiet, had some ethereal and happy singing, making it more like a real banquet. So, the god gave the second banquet offering that mortals needed to complete:

"My dependents, besides liking ballads, also like pure poetry. Then, offer poems praising me, praising the earth, and praising butterflies."

Mr. Lehman revealed a smile. This gentleman who could write lyrics himself was obviously good at writing poetry. Sister Perry frowned slightly; she probably wasn't good at writing. The witch maintained a respectful expression, and Ms. Brichet was obviously quite calm.

"Then, God of Butterflies, please allow me to leave temporarily again."

Xia De's adventure time this time was also up. Although most of the time this time was spent listening to songs, he still gained a lot of information:

"Next time I come, I will bring a poem that satisfies you."

He stood up and bowed to say goodbye. The God of Butterflies nodded with a smile.

Xia De asked his companions again:

"Then, this time, do you need me to bring any items for you?"

Mr. Lehman shook his head first; writing poetry didn't need musical instrument assistance. Sister Perry thought about it and shook her head too; creating poetry could refer to the "Song of the Earth" in her hand, and no additional classics were needed.

The middle-aged witch Ms. Brichet also shook her head:

"This gentleman, I am extremely curious about you, but this time I don't need help for the time being. I don't know where you come from, but I have some guesses about this. If I can leave here alive, I will repay your help."

"The premise is that you can get rid of the influence of these illusion phosphorus powders and remember what happened here."

Xia De said with a smile, giving some hints.

He bowed to the god again, then turned and walked into the thick white fog that only he could see.

(Little Mia is running...)

"Mr. Hamilton?"

On Monday morning, the winter in Mid-Hill Fort unexpectedly had good weather. The Cassandra Auction House headquarters had already opened. The apprentice of the old witch, Miss Rita Swift with beautiful flaxen hair, had just arrived in the first-floor lobby and was directing workers to move a new piano to the office area upstairs, when she saw Xia De rushing over with Mia in his arms.

The female sorceress felt that her mood for the whole day would be very good:

"Why are you here so early? Is there anything?"

She asked with a smile, and then greeted the cat on Xia De's shoulder. Mia didn't pay attention to her; it was somewhat dissatisfied that Xia De had taken it out of the house again.

"Good morning, Miss Swift. When I just woke up an hour ago, Miss Galina contacted me and said that Grandma Cassandra had something to do with me."

Xia De said. Although the young girl didn't know what the urgent matter was, she still quickly led Xia De to the office area at the top of the auction house.

Although Grandma Cassandra was old, she still went to bed early and got up early every day. On the winter morning, she was chatting with Grace and Helen in the study on the third floor. After Xia De entered the room, the Red Butterfly girls greeted him happily, and Miss Swift took the initiative to withdraw.

"It's not that I have something to do with you, it's that the teachers have something to do with you."

The old witch said kindly, then left the study and closed the door by the way. Xia De sat down under the pulling of the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, and then asked:

(Chapter incomplete!)

"Has something happened... is it your injuries..."

He was somewhat worried.

"No, we are fine. Sir, we remembered some things from the past last night."

Grace, wearing a white dress, said, and Helen, who was somewhat shy, was pouring tea for Xia De:

"We had a dream last night, which was very sudden, because we have no dreams. In short, Helen and I suddenly remembered one thing, about the Old God 【Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly】 you mentioned last time. We remembered that He said He left a gift for you."

Xia De's hand holding the teacup shook, but then he felt it was very reasonable. The god knew everything. The memories that Helen and Grace suddenly regained were probably also the work of that god:

"What is the specific content?"

He asked.

"There are many memories about that god. It wasn't that we actively found Him, but He found us. That was just when the 22-year cycle ended, the time I could be with Helen."

Grace touched her sister's head, and the latter revealed a happy smile:

"Yes, it was that god's believer who found us, and then held a God-Calling Ritual to call the god to appear. He was very good, took good care of us, and gave us power, allowing us to persist through those lonely and arduous years, otherwise what you would have seen would probably be the crazy us... And the price of giving power was to let us tell you that the gift was taken away by one of the three mortals who participated in the banquet with you, and buried with him or her."

In this way, the time point when the Red Butterflies met the God of Butterflies was after Xia De participated in the banquet.

"Do you know what the gift specifically is?"

Xia De asked, and Helen nodded seriously:

"Yes, although my sister and I have not seen it with our own eyes, we have heard other butterflies talk about it."

That is the God-Made Object 【Butterfly-Calling Flute】. As long as it is carried on the body, any power related to butterflies will be enhanced, including your butterfly illusion and incarnation of butterfly swarm. And if it is used as a disposable item, after blowing the flute, you can call the arrival of butterflies. Through specific ways of blowing, the butterflies called are also different, and the most powerful individual among them - the god's dependent, is enough to rival a thirteenth-tier witch."

Helen opened her palm, and the red butterflies danced in her fair palm, and the illusion outlined the appearance of the silver flute. Recalling these things, their power seemed to return a lot, but Xia De did not notice that the whisper elements on them became more intense, and even the whisper elements had some decline.

"Do you know the location of the tomb?"

He suppressed the doubt in his heart and asked, and Grace shook her head regretfully:

"We investigated, but we don't know who you participated in that banquet of the god with."

"I see... this information is very important to me, you really helped a lot."

Xia De praised with a smile, and Helen blushed and "um"-ed. Xia De asked again:

"Your bodies..."

"It seems to have improved a lot, but the fate of the Red Butterfly has not returned because of this. The power of the God of Butterflies recovered faster than the power of the relic, and now we feel very good."

Grace said, bit her lip, and asked again:

"The memory about that god has only recovered a very small part. Sir, do you really not want to enter the dream with us, touch the deepest part of our souls, and open the door to the dusty memories?"

This time Xia De could guarantee that he did not misunderstand what they meant.

"If necessary, I will make a request, but not now."

He gave a reply, and Helen blushed again and "um"-ed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Among the three companions Xia De met in the 4791st year of the Fifth Era, Witch Ms. Brichet believed in 【Forgotten Elder】, Sister Perry with the title of "Saint Perry" was buried in Randall Valley City after her death, and Mr. Lehman had not yet seen any connection with Randall Valley City.

Therefore, Xia De planned to investigate the "Saint Perry Cemetery" first. He was not without clues. In the Sixth Era today, Randall Valley City still had streets named after that lady, and "Saint Perry Cemetery" was also one of the local legends.

(Chapter incomplete!)

The cat was still entrusted to Dorothy for temporary care. After returning home from Mid-Hill Fort, Xia De set off for Randall Valley City. Of course, since today was Monday, he didn't forget this week's gift. The item taken out this week was still an ordinary item, which was a golden goblet inlaid with gemstones. The appearance looked quite extraordinary, and Xia De planned to use this as a gift next time he attended someone else's wedding.

And this week's task was to drink a glass of milk for breakfast for five consecutive days within a week. This was really too simple for Xia De.

"Then, where do you plan to start?"

It was snowing in Randall Valley City today. Xia De didn't disturb Luvia who was working, but found the local witch Miss Bernice at the Wang Erde Opera House. The Wang Erde Opera House transaction contract had been signed, and this opera house belonged to the witch, and the Golden Dawn Opera Troupe officially moved its station to this largest opera house in the southwest of Carcenrick.

Recently, Miss Lassus was busy with moving and redecorating the opera house, while Miss Bernice was investigating the "Mad Earth." The church had already heard the general situation from the Witch Council and should take action in the near future, so Xia De didn't need to intervene in this matter for the time being.

"Start? Miss Bernice, you should have heard of the legend of 'Saint Perry Cemetery', right."

Snow was falling outside the window, and Xia De held a teacup and asked the slightly lazy witch opposite. Facing the not-so-bright sunlight, the witch's golden hair was shining, and the consumption of last night's Mythical Domain had long since recovered. Welcoming Xia De this morning, she was looking forward to what kind of story Xia De would bring again. ===== CHAPTER 1181 =====