Chapter 933 Gretel: So What I Got Was Tang Monk’s Script?

The strong, fishy smell of deer blood hit my face.

Grete took a step back with an ugly expression.

This is deer blood! Deer blood! Why give him a drink? It is said that deer blood...the ingredients...the effects are so...

His body is only in his early 20s! And he is a half-elf in his early twenties! If you look at the adult age of the elf, maybe he is still a cub!

Why should he drink this thing?

And when he was just making deer blood, he saw that there was some unknown powder in the birch bowl. Stir and stir, stir and stir, some have come to the surface!

Time was running out, and he didn't have time to throw away the identification technique. Judging from the smell and color alone, I blindly guessed that there are various spices, various fungi, and many herbs... Even if it is not poisonous, is there any hallucinogenic component in it?

Is there any ingredient that increases heart rate and blood circulation?

Is there something... that is more difficult to describe?

Words of rejection rolled around his lips. Then, he saw the great shaman of the reindeer tribe opposite, holding a bowl, and his expression turned ugly.

"Dear guest," although he tried his best to remain polite, his wrinkled old face was still visibly covered with doubt:

"Don't you want to accept the gift of the Deer God? Don't you want to share the Deer God's blessings with the compatriots of our tribe and let us become brothers?"

Brother God... Gretel's mind was wandering, and it suddenly occurred to him that eating gods is not exclusive to indigenous people...

The most famous one is that in the Holy Communion of a certain religion in the past life, didn’t red wine replace the divine blood and unleavened bread replace the divine body?

Everyone is a god of food, no one is more civilized than the other.

Thinking this way, I immediately felt calm and my blood pressure dropped by 20 mm Hg. He took half a step back, raised his head, and smiled calmly at the Great Witch Festival:

"Ah... you also saw it when we came here just now. I have a partner beside me, the white deer who can cast healing spells. With him here, it is impossible for me to drink deer blood like this. This will make him Not happy."

The Great Witch Festival was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look outside, then turned back. He observed Gretel carefully and nodded slowly:

"I see sincerity in your eyes. Those who keep a white deer as their companion are naturally our brothers... Then, please do as you please."

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and took two more steps back. Raise your head, raise your gaze, quietly trigger [Detection Magic], and look above the tribal settlement:

Amidst the praises to the Deer God, when the soldiers raised their wooden bowls and poured down bowls of steaming deer blood, when the old and weak women and children scooped up pieces of cooked venison and feasted with laughter. …

In the sky, there were wisps of mist, condensing into a ball of bright brilliance. Look carefully, the veins outlined by the light threads seem to really look like a four-legged animal with horns?

Are you the Deer God?

Is it the totem beast or animal spirit that this tribe has always worshiped and worshiped?

Gretel extended his mental power and tried hard to communicate with the fluorescent light in the sky. Try to be as light and gentle as possible, like ripples blown by the breeze, hitting the fluorescent light:

What is your origin? Is it a certain monster raised by this tribe?

Or was it a magical beast that once roamed around the tribe, and then its spirit was worshiped and enshrined, eventually developing into what it is now?

Or is it just the imagination and expectations of the reindeer tribe that shaped you now?

The night breeze is gentle and the starry sky is silent. The ripples of Gretel's mental power gently tapped the fluorescent light, but it only made certain nodes of the light filament slightly brighter and did not arouse any feedback. He concentrated on it and communicated for a long time before sighing leisurely:

"well……"

It seems like the communication was unsuccessful... Is this beast spirit not smart enough, or am I not finding the right method?

"hold head high--"

Outside the settlement, in the wilderness, a high-pitched neighing sound suddenly sounded. Grete immediately followed the sound. Under the starry sky, Apa stood up with his front hooves raised high, his bright eyes staring closely at the light group above:

"hold head high--"

A voice that only people of their kind can understand rose high into the night sky. Amid the call, the light group above the settlement became brighter and brighter, and finally, it unfolded its handsome figure——

That's a deer.

Like Appa, it was a white deer, a huge white deer. But the shapes are not exactly the same, especially the shape of the antlers:

It's not like Apa, who first tries his best to spread out to both sides, and then branches upward one by one, but sticks out diagonally upward, in all directions, and branches around the main branch...

The top of each branch is dotted with light, colorful vines and flowers.

It lowered its head and looked at Appa with its gentle almond-shaped eyes, as if looking at its long-lost brother or beloved son. The hooves stepped gently in the void, circle, circle, and circle again, surrounding Appa, getting closer and closer.

Finally, it stood empty in the air, lowered its horns, and connected with Appa's horns. The vines and flowers on the deer spirit's body also spread one after another, falling on the Silver Moon Deer and entering its body silently.

"Deer God..."

"Deer God..."

On the ground, all kinds of exclamations came one after another, old, childish, crisp, and deep. The Silver Moon Deer just lowered its head, and a brilliant silver light gradually appeared on its snow-white fur.

"O man blessed by the Deer God!"

"Also, the spiritual deer blessed by the Deer God..."

Gretel slightly raised the corners of her lips on the high ground next to her. He couldn't say whether it was a spiritual deer blessed by the Deer God, but with this wave of benefits, Apa seemed to be on the verge of advancement...

Grete, who used the emperor to control the princes, no, used the spirit deer to control the natives, also got a lot of benefits. Not only was he given greater freedom of movement, but he was also given a large number of gifts: herbs, minerals, amber, fur——

Gretel quickly calculated the price. It was much less than the cost of more than a dozen [disease removal], so he silently accepted it.

In addition to various thank-you gifts, the reindeer tribe also presented a short antler with only one fork at the Great Witch Festival.

"These are the new antlers that the stag grows in spring." The Great Witch Festival took it upon himself to wrap the rope made of deer tail hair around the antlers and tie a complicated knot:

"This kind of antlers can call upon the life force of the deer god to heal injured and weak compatriots. After our prayers and blessings, any witch priest will know that you are our friend..."

Grete accepted it with a dull face. Before he could take action, the Great Witch Priest took a step forward, flew his hands, and tied the antlers to the head of the oak staff:

From the top of the oak stick downwards, the punched pottery piece given by the Red Stone Tribe and the birch bark box given by the White Birch Tribe were embellished with the antlers. There was a tinkling sound, like a string of wind chimes, dangling on the head of the stick.

...Very good, I have already collected three of the clearance gifts that represent "this is a friend". Grete looked at the bunch of gifts and suddenly felt a little dazed:

If I walked all the way and collected the same thing from each tribe, wouldn't the string of gifts hang directly to the ground in the end?

Or should he get a bag just for these things?

——No, maybe what he needs is a customs clearance document. If he passes a tribe, he will have someone stamp a stamp on it... So, is it the Tang Monk script I took?

Well, walking from the east coast to the west coast is indeed almost the same as traveling to the west...

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