infodatos Chapter 54 Charlene and Sylvanas
Chapter 54 Charlene and Sylvanas
On the woodland, Ronan and a group of druids sat down.
Each person held a large oak goblet in their hand.
The wine glass contains fruit wine brewed by the Druids.
Thanks to the druids' magic, the druid camp has seasonal fruits and vegetables.
Druids, who are well-versed in the laws of nature, are also skilled brewers.
Their wine is rich in fruit aromas, smooth on the palate, and completely free of the bitterness that comes with alcohol.
"Cheers!"
"Respect nature!"
"Homage to Spring!"
Ronan, holding his cup, bumped into a group of druids.
They were so excited that they bumped into each other with great force, spilling the fruit wine.
After the clinking, they immediately put the wine glasses to their lips and drank heartily.
The rich aroma of fruit and wine immediately fills the mouth.
Thea also raised her glass and gulped it down. Because she couldn't hold her liquor, her face turned rosy after a couple of sips.
"Homage to Sylvanas!"
The druids clinked glasses with each other.
They were very tactful and did not invite Ronan and the others to toast.
Because they respected Ronan and the others' beliefs, they thought that if Ronan and the others believed in Sylvanas, they would naturally toast with them.
Sylvanas is the father of nature and a deity of the Druids.
In Faemon mythology, Sylvanas was an ally of the earth goddess Sentia.
However, a legend circulates among adventurers that Sentia and Sylvanas are not on good terms.
The reason for this is that the followers of the two deities have different visions.
Samtia is the goddess of agriculture and harvest, and her followers enjoy cutting down trees and cultivating the land.
Sylvanas's followers were all druids, and their vision was to protect nature.
Therefore, they usually persuade the followers of Santia to return farmland to forest.
If they don't cultivate the land, what will the followers of Santia eat? So naturally they won't do what the followers of Sylvanas say they should.
Because of this conflict, the followers of the two gods are not on good terms.
As for the relationship between the two deities, as mortals, we naturally have no way of knowing.
The group drank some wine and ate some fruit, and were in high spirits.
Keira, the girl from Tiflin, produced a lute from somewhere.
This is an instrument that resembles a guitar from my past life, but the back is not flat; instead, it has a protruding, rounded shape.
Seeing that Kayla had taken out a lute, Kieran and the other druids, from who knows where, took out a flute, lyre, violin, war drum, harp, and other musical instruments.
Some druids who didn't have musical instruments picked a leaf, put it to their lips, and started blowing.
Then, the druid began to play music and sing:
Our hearts are in sync.
Let your tranquil soul soar to distant places.
Take me through this long night.
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
The bright moon hangs in the mist.
The light dew draws you back to where you belong.
It makes me infatuated.
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
In the pitch-black night sky, embers flickered.
Spinning and leaping, swaying and dancing,
Please leap into the fire like a moth drawn to a flame.
Spend the night with me,
Holding your hand, fingers intertwined,
This allows us to be in such an illusion.
As night fell, we were about to...
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Drifting along, drifting along the river!
Please do not disturb.
Let me revel in this beautiful dream...
Ronan quickly found their tune and started singing along.
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The people in the woods drank, ate fruits, enjoyed snacks, sang, and danced... and before they knew it, several hours had passed.
The noise gradually subsided; some people were exhausted, while others were drunk.
At this moment, Ronan sat beside Elder Reynolds, eating snacks made by the druids.
His favorite food is pineapple pie.
Sweet and slightly sour pineapple chunks are placed inside the pie, and the fruity, buttery, and floury flavors complement each other perfectly. Once you've eaten one, you'll want a second.
Elder Reynolds, holding his cane with both hands, looked at Ronan and smiled, "Mr. Jonas, it seems that the dragon bloodline within you has awakened quite well, giving you not only spellcasting talent but also a good physique."
Then, Elder Reynolds looked at the person sleeping on the ground.
Both the monk Ramir and the paladin Seras were drunk and had fallen asleep on the lawn.
Both of them are melee fighters, so their physical constitution should be the best among these people.
However, Ronan remained unfazed, as if the fruit wine was just like fruit juice to him.
"That's right, the influence of bloodline on me has been growing stronger lately," Ronan said.
Elder Reynolds said, "You should be under 18 yet. As you come of age, the ancestral bloodline within you will be gradually activated, and then you will experience a greater improvement."
"I hope so," Ronan said.
He will be an adult in a few months.
Then we'll see if a portion of the white dragon bloodline within him can awaken, granting him some of the dragon's abilities.
However, he didn't have high hopes, because his Karatu bloodline was very strong, and he might still be able to suppress the dragon bloodline by then.
Unfortunately, he didn't know what use his powerful Karatu bloodline, which was strong enough to suppress the dragon bloodline, was.
Night fell.
When darkness envelops the forest, the leaves in the Druid Woodland glow with a vibrant green light.
Ronan moved into a tent, arranged by the druid.
In the druid camp, there are two hot springs, which the druids have turned into bathing areas.
Ronan went to the spring frequented by men, washed up, and then returned to his tent to practice the Zhou Tian Yin Qi Technique.
He continued cultivating until dawn, and when he stepped out of the tent, he saw Elder Reynolds walking by.
"Hey, Mr. Jonas, you're up so early too," Elder Reynolds said with a smile.
As he said this, various snoring sounds came from other tents, some like sawing, some like whistling, and some like steam gushing from the spout of a kettle.
Ronan nodded: "Elder, what brings you here so early?"
Elder Reynolds said, "I need to cast a spell on the medicine field."
"Is there a medicinal herb field in the camp?" Ronan asked.
Elder Reynolds shook his head and said, "No, the environment in the camp is not suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs, so we planted them on a nearby mountain."
Ronan said, "May I ask if the elder could take me to see him?"
Elder Reynolds said, "Of course, Mr. Jonas, you are a friend of our camp and you saved my life."
After saying this, Elder Reynolds leaned on his cane and walked towards the camp gate.
The druids guarding the camp, upon seeing Elder Reynolds, immediately turned the winch and opened the camp gate.
Elder Reynolds led Ronan out and towards a path beside the camp.
After walking for a short while, we came to see a hillside sloping upwards.
There are terraced fields on the hillside, where medicinal plants are grown.
Ronan had seen some of the medicinal plants in herbal guides, while he had never seen others.
As Ronan drew closer, he suddenly sensed that magical energy was gathering ahead, forming an invisible wall.
Elder Reynolds said, "These terraced fields were left behind by a druid who stayed at the camp for a period of time. He also brought the seeds of the medicinal plants."
"And the labyrinthine structure surrounding the terraced fields was also set up by that druid."