The inside of the spider cave is not only very humid but also very dirty, there is a lot of filth accumulated in the corners along the way, and the stalactites on the roof of the cave do not have the crystal clear feeling of ordinary stalactites, on the contrary, the inside of the milk stones here seems to be filled with dirty mist!

Punk didn't rush further into the cave, he carefully summoned a tiny ball of light that was as dim as a lighter, let the small ball float on his fingertips, and then leaned down to carefully watch the tide.

There are no visible marks on this damp ground, and most of the residue will be eroded beyond recognition by the water vapor in the air.

But as long as the passage is really full of creatures, there is still a way for punks to find some traces.

Formal Spell Spell - Microscopic Vision: It is the magnification of the target creature's eyes and a low-powered microscope.

To be on the safe side, the punk cast this spell on only one eye.

A gray film appeared in front of the eye, and through such a film of energy, the punk could clearly see the cell-sized things, the particles and dust floating in the air, and the wriggling microorganisms in the filth were all exposed!

Punk half-knelt on the ground to observe, and he noticed that there was a layer of tiny scratches on the ground that could only be seen from a microscopic perspective, and judging by the density of the scratches, it seemed that large groups of small arthropods often came and went in and out of the area, and only in this case could there be such dense but very similar scratches.

Punk carefully picks up a little bit of dirt from the ground with his shiny nails.

Soon, the punk found what he was looking for in it - the wreckage of a flower!

In this technologically backward world, the general "plant purification and extraction technology" is simply to soak the petals with boiled water, and it is precisely because the petal structure of the flower is loose that it can easily brew the fragrant "plant extraction purification".

So Punk speculates that if the guy who made Yuka disappear in the Luxuriant Forest in just a few weeks does move Yuika somewhere, then it will almost certainly leave the "wreckage" that Yuka fell on the road!

These tiny "wreckage" are invisible to the naked eye, but they are nowhere to hide in the face of punk magic.

Brushing the stains from his nails, Punk stood up expressionlessly.

Now that the mystery of "the disappearance of the flowers in a short time" has been revealed, it seems that a large group of small arthropods have moved all these flowers into the spider cave, which also explains why so many flowers on the periphery of the lush forest are "picked" in such a short time, after all, a large number of insects who work tirelessly are definitely much more efficient than the lazy pickers who want to be lazy all the time!

Now the punk is more puzzled, what is the other party picking such a large number of flowers for, you know, the flowers are just an ordinary plant with a strong fragrance, there is no component of any magic materials at all, theoretically there is no way to make magic potions, but the other party has spent a lot of time and energy to collect these ordinary flowers, to say that there is no conspiracy in this, punk with the first unbelieved.

But now Punk can't see what the other party's purpose is, but the enemy is so fanfare, Punk secretly feels that the other party's plan must be not small!

Waving his hand to disperse the "microscopic vision" covering his right eye, the punk continued to go deep into the cave with the golem, no matter what the enemy's purpose is, they must do it for profit, since they are all interests, then why can't they make a fortune?

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Dichido leaned against a cylindrical marble statue in the town square of Nielan and sang beautiful poems, the smooth sound of which could be well felt in the undulating rhythm and the rhythm of the melody and frustration, the flexible rotation like a lark in the cheerful places, and the heavy places with the heavy redundancy like water!

With the sometimes elegant and sometimes high-pitched harp playing, I have to say that Diquito's singing really expresses the charm and feelings in the poem to the fullest!

Diquito's singing became more and more proficient with experience, but the number of townsfolk listening to him dwindle day by day.

The spread of the church in Tishachar is becoming more and more rampant, and many young townspeople who are unwilling to be mediocre have "voluntarily joined" this "promising" church, although the missionaries of the church have not done anything hurtful, but their kind of "non-dying" madness is really chilling, but neither the security team of Doraiz nor the pastors of other good god churches can be concerned about this "Tishachar church" that has appeared out of nowhere Intervene, because theoretically any god has the right to spread religion in any enemy, and unless there is conclusive evidence that this church belongs to the evil camp, they cannot stand in the way of its development!

Many townspeople chose to stay at home honestly in order to avoid the missionaries who surrounded and forcibly proselytized from passers-by. Therefore, there were naturally fewer people who came out to listen to Dichido's singing, and correspondingly, the income he was able to obtain was also greatly reduced.

Although Dichido was a little sad in his heart, a qualified bard could not bring personal emotions into poetry, so his singing was as magnificent and cheerful as ever, and now, this is also a rare "cheerful" in a town where the atmosphere is becoming more and more eerie.

Just as Dikido was about to bow down after singing a long heroic epic, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure appear in the crowd............

Although this figure has not been seen for a long time, Dikido is extremely familiar with her, I don't know how many times, since that day they parted under the tree, Dikido has walked with this figure on the bluestone path in his dreams!

"......... Blanc"

Dichido's lips quirmed, silently calling out the name that had made him think about it day and night............

The delighted Dichido, forgetting the tingling of his lips and ignoring the thirst of his mouth, took up the harp once more, and leaned on the makeshift stage of the marble statue in what he thought was the most beautiful and charming, and a lyric that had not been sung to anyone since he had learned was played in the square............

I pray to be as firm as you are—

But I don't want to hang high in the night sky, alone

Radiantly, and the eyes are eternally open

Like a patient, sleepless hermit in nature, constantly looking at the waves.

And the priests of the earth washed the shores of the dwellings of men with holy water.

Or gaze at the drifting snow, like a veil......

Brilliant and light, covered with depressions and mountains—oh, no,—— I want only to be steadfast,

Rest your head on your lover's soft breasts

Always feel it soothing as it descends and rises;

And wake up, my heart is full of sweet stirring............

(Tribute to the great poet John Keats (1795 ~ 1821)

For the first time, Dikido felt that he was truly at one with poetry, even the hardships of life and the harassment of the mad preachers were all he left behind, and all that was left in his heart was the beautiful green eyes of Blanc............ Like the stars in the night sky, deep and bright!