blogombal Chapter 792 Return to Port Omos (1)
Chapter 792 Return to Port Omos (1)
"I am truly grateful to Lord Caesar. Without his generosity, we would not be able to afford to hire craftsmen to repair the structure on top of the tree hole."
"Otherwise, the performances will have to be suspended, and the entire theater will be in trouble again."
Nilu sighed softly, her tone gentle and sincere. Then she turned to look at Dina Zedai beside her, her eyes gleaming with gratitude:
"Of course, I have to thank you even more, Dina Zedai."
"If you hadn't stepped up to help us at this critical moment and funded the renovation of the stage, we would never have been able to restore the Zubair Theater to its original glory before the Flora Festival."
"The stage nowadays is much more beautiful than before~" she added with a smile, her tone full of pride and joy.
Dina Zedai shook her head gently, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "No need to thank me, Nilu. As a devout believer of the Little Auspicious Grass King, this is just a small token of my appreciation for my faith, to the best of my ability."
Nilu blinked and playfully retorted, "That's different~"
"Although you helped out out of respect for the Little King of Auspicious Grass, our Zubair Theater has indeed benefited greatly."
"On the day of the Flower Goddess' Birthday, the stage will be even more dazzling. Just wait and see!"
Dina Zedai nodded and smiled, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Well, I'm incredibly looking forward to that day. I can already imagine you standing on that dazzling stage—the hard work and effort you've poured into this grand ceremony will finally blossom beautifully!"
Nilu raised her head slightly, her eyes gentle yet firm. "No, this is our shared dream. When that day comes, I will carry your expectations with me, dancing even more heartily and movingly."
Paimon tilted his head curiously and asked, "So... Miss Nero's dream is to perform a perfect Flower God Dance at the Flower God's Birthday Festival?"
Dina Zedai chuckled softly, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Dear guests, your arrival is truly perfect. You know, in previous Flower God Birthday Festivals, there has never been a tradition of Xumi City's most outstanding dancers personally performing."
"And Nilu is recognized as the most beautiful dancer in this city-state. Her dancing is so graceful and agile that even Lord Caesar praised her highly—
"He once said that if the dance department hadn't been abolished by the Great Sage twenty years ago, even if Nilu had never studied at the Order Academy, he would have personally recruited her and appointed her as a specially appointed instructor."
Upon hearing this, Nilu quickly raised her slender fingers to cover her cheeks, her ears slightly red, and whispered shyly, "I'm still far from being the best dancer. Lord Caesar is just being too kind..."
[Nero-chan is so cute~]
[Wife! My dream lover!]
【She is as beautiful as a lotus in the moonlight! 】
[Hey~ Are you shy? I'm so moved by what you're doing! ]
[Dear travelers, are you willing to swear now - to acknowledge that Miss Nilu is unparalleled in beauty and her dancing skills are the best in the world?]
"Wow~ That's really exciting!" Paimon clapped his hands excitedly and laughed.
Ying frowned slightly and asked the question that was most on her mind: "Caesar said this is the finale of the Flower Goddess Festival... So, is this Flower Goddess Dance important?"
Dina Zedai nodded solemnly, her voice soft but undeniable: "That is the soul of the entire celebration, the most sacred and core ritual dance."
Nilu looked around at everyone and asked softly, "So... would you like to hear the origin story behind this ancient dance?"
"I want to listen!" Paimon immediately raised his hands, his eyes shining.
"Yes...yes, I want to listen!" Yiya also agreed incoherently, his little face flushed red, full of uncontrollable curiosity and longing.
The two little ones smiled at each other, their eyes filled with childlike eagerness - what they loved most was these story times filled with poetry and legends.
They love listening to stories the most!
Nilu smiled and nodded, a gentle glint in her eyes: "Okay, then I will tell you the original story of this festival——"
"Legend has it that this day is called the Flower God's Birthday, but its original name was the Flower God's Birthday."
"In ancient times, on the birthday of the Great Compassionate Tree King, her close friends gathered together to hold a grand and warm banquet for her, just to offer her the most sincere blessings."
At the banquet, the wine was fragrant, and the gods toasted each other, gradually becoming intoxicated by the joy. One of the gods, full of enthusiasm, plucked the strings of his harp, producing a melodious melody.
"Then, the Lord Tree King began to sing a graceful ballad, and the Lord Flower Goddess danced to the melody, her clothes fluttering like a spring breeze across the plains."
"As her toes gently touched the ground, countless gorgeous Patisalam flowers miraculously bloomed among the green grass wherever she passed. The bright purple-red petals sparkled in the moonlight and the lights, as if dyeing the entire night sky into a dreamy color."
"At that moment, heaven and earth were silent. The gods gazed at this picturesque scene and could not help but sigh: 'Ah, if only time could stand still at this moment.'"
[Huh? They actually mention the Seven Gods here? But among the Seven Rulers of the Mortal World, is there really a God of Flowers?]
[The one playing the piano...could it be Wendy?]
Barbatos: Why don't you just read my ID card?
[Drinking to liven up the atmosphere, and improvisational music, the direction is too obvious! ]
During the 2.8 update, didn't you talk to Big Brother? Xumi was once ruled by three gods: the Scarlet King, the Tree King, and the Flower God. They all protected Xumi.
[This time, it's about the birthday of the Great Compassion Tree King, not the gathering of the Seven Gods after the Demon God War, so it has no connection to the Seven Gods that exist today.]
[I remember the official meeting of the Seven Gods was held in Liyue, right?]
May time stay at this moment forever, and may this scene shine as brightly as gold.
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
(1. Sounds happy.)
(2. It sounds a bit sad.)
Ying lowered her eyes slightly, a hint of melancholy in her tone: "It sounds... a bit sad."
"Eh? Is that so?" Nelue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something, a gentle and slightly sad smile playing on her lips. "Ah, I see. You've figured it out, right? Those gods in the stories are no longer in this world."
"Yes, they have long since become legends in the wind, but the tradition of using dance to convey joy has survived through the ages and continues to this day."
"Just like the outfit I'm wearing now, Lord Caesar said it was meticulously designed based on the posture of the Flower Goddess back then. Every inch of its pattern tells of that glorious period sealed away by time."
Nilu opened her red lips slightly, and her smile was as gentle as a spring breeze:
“Although we are just insignificant mortals in this world, we are willing to devote our hearts and minds to lighting up every important moment with warmth and sincerity, so that the birthday person can truly feel that they are deeply loved.”
Her eyes were gentle as she continued, "Therefore, offering our most sincere blessings to the gentle and sacred Little King of Auspicious Grasses at the annual Flower God's Birthday Festival has always been the most cherished wish of Dina Zedai and me."
Dina Zedai smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with trust. "If Nilu prays, her clear heart will surely pass through the gaps between wind and light and reach the ears of the Little King of Auspicious Grass."
She looked around and murmured:
"I also noticed that you put so much thought into placing Patisalan around the stage. You really put a lot of thought into it."
Nilu smiled, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes: "After all, Patishalan is the symbol of the Flower God.
"Each of its petals seems to carry the fragrance and brilliance of ancient legends. Unfortunately... the true Patisalan has been lost in the long river of time along with the departure of the flower god, and is no longer easy to find."
Dina Zedai nodded slightly, speaking with regret, "Yes, back then, the Lord Tree King used his divine power to create this peerless Padisaran in memory of the Lord Flower God, but he was unable to restore that brilliant purple-red color."
Neelu looked up at the night sky, her voice soft and distant, "Every time I hear of the legendary scene of the Flower Goddess dancing gracefully—her skirts fluttering, petals dancing in the wind, the entire earth bathed in a divine light—I can't help but be fascinated and filled with longing."
She whispered softly, expressing her deepest dream: "If on the day of the Flower God's Birthday, when I perform the Flower God's Dance for the Little Auspicious Grass King, I could also recreate that miracle on my stage..."
"No, even if there are only two genuine Patisalam plants quietly blooming in a corner of the stage, their unique purple-red color is enough to make me have no regrets in this life."
Looking at this scene, Paimeng couldn't help but gently pull Ying's sleeve and said with a smile:
"Little Lucky Grass King is very popular with Nel and Dinazedai~"
Ying smiled slightly and nodded gently:
"If the gods truly protect their people, how could they not be loved by them from the bottom of their hearts?"
"Hmm...it seems to be true." Paimon tilted his head and thought for a while, then he started laughing, his cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel that stole honey fruit.
Indeed, every god has unique brilliance and charm, some majestic, some kind, some mysterious.
It is this unique sense of existence that makes countless people willingly follow and believe in it - it is a resonance and admiration that comes from the depths of the soul.
This is God. He is not only a being who sits high on the throne, but also the embodiment of hope in people’s hearts.
Afterwards, led by Nilu's light steps, Dina Zedai explained the customs and stories in a gentle manner, while Dixia alertly but kindly escorted them, and Ying and his group of three slowly walked through the venue of the Flower God's Birthday Festival.
Colorful lanterns sway gently in the wind, the aroma of spices and the burnt fragrance of baked naan are intertwined in the air. Behind every stall is an ancient legend, and every ceremony expresses deep remembrance and respect for the goddess of flowers, Fukalos.
They walked past the sacred tree hung with prayer ribbons, listened to stories of wisdom and sacrifice; they stopped in the corner where the bards sang softly, and felt how faith was quietly passed down through the years.
The three guides' meticulous explanations seemed to add a more magnificent cultural halo to the upcoming celebration.
As night fell, Ying and the others, carefully arranged by the three, checked into a quiet and elegant inn at the end of the Grand Bazaar. The gurgling water in the courtyard, the twinkling stars reflected on the surface of the pool, made for a peaceful and restful night.
The next morning, as the sun shone on the sandy streets, a man dressed in the robes of a scholar from the House of Evangelists came hurriedly, his expression solemn yet with a hint of respect.
He explained his purpose - Lord Caesar had an important matter to entrust to him and urgently needed the three of them to assist him.
Since it was Caesar's invitation, Ying naturally wouldn't refuse. So, the three of them once again stepped into that familiar and solemn office.
"Thank you very much for coming again." Caesar stood up to greet them, his usual gentle and calm smile on his face. "Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?"
"I'm so happy!" Paimon jumped three feet high, his eyes shining like the starry night sky. "I'm counting the days on my fingers every day, looking forward to the official start of the Flower God's Birthday Festival!"
However, Caesar paused slightly when he heard this, and an imperceptible hesitation flashed across his brows.
Ying keenly caught the change in this moment and asked softly, "Caesar, what happened?"
Caesar was silent for a moment, then he sighed and said in a lowered voice, "To be honest... I really don't want to ruin your good mood right now."
He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the undulating sand dunes in the distance, and said slowly:
"But this matter is too sensitive, and I don't have anyone more trustworthy than you... So, I can only shamelessly ask you for help."
He turned around, his eyes firm and sincere:
"Would you all like to go to Port Ormos before the Flower Goddess Festival?"
"Port Omos?" Paimon blinked, his face full of confusion.
Ying seemed to be lost in thought, and quickly recalled yesterday's conversation in her mind, then she asked:
"…It's related to the canned knowledge of the gods, right?"
Caesar's eyes flashed with approval, and he nodded solemnly. "Indeed. According to reliable intelligence I have, the divine knowledge jar that the Order lost in the desert ruins has now quietly flowed into the black market of Ormos Harbor. The mercenary group [Eye of Akhmar] has already spent a huge sum of money to purchase it."
"So..." Paimon continued tentatively, "You want us to help you get that thing back?"
Caesar chuckled and shook his head. "The goal is correct, but you shouldn't be the ones to carry it out. Asking distinguished guests from afar to handle our difficult matters is not the proper way to treat guests."
After saying this, his voice was slightly helpless. "In my mind, the most suitable executor is Ming Yuan. However... I haven't been able to find the right person to deliver the message to Omos Port yet."
At this point, his gaze inadvertently fell on the Void Terminal that was flickering beside Ying's ear, and a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes: "Originally, I could contact Ming Yuan directly through the Void Terminal, but his device... is now in your custody."
Ying understood immediately and nodded without hesitation: "Leave it to us, no problem."
At this moment, Yiya, who had been listening quietly, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea. He then quietly winked at Paimong, signaling her to come closer.
Paimon landed curiously.
Iya leaned close to her ear and spoke a few words quickly in a low voice, his speech fast but clear.
A moment later, Paimon's eyes suddenly widened, a sly yet confident smile appeared on his face. He suddenly soared up, his hands on his hips, like a brave knight about to take on an important task:
"Mr. Caesar! Actually—we can definitely help you retrieve that divine canned knowledge! Don't be fooled by our small size, we're incredibly powerful! Send out the adventurer team, and we'll ensure the mission is accomplished!"
Caesar was slightly startled, then burst into laughter, his smile as bright as a spring breeze across the lake: "Oh~ Are you really willing to take on this commission?"
He seemed to have seen through the two little guys' thoughts, but he still smiled and said softly: "In that case, then... I'll leave it to you all."
"Of course!" Paimon agreed readily, then stretched out a hand, gently rubbing two fingers together, blinking and smiling, "But... adventurers usually get paid for completing commissions~"
Caesar immediately understood and laughed out loud: "I see, that's how it is!"
He deliberately drawled out his words, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes: "In that case... then I'll offer—this amount."