Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 443 - 443 382 Fairy Midsummer Night1

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Duke, the ti has co,” said Regina.

“The guests who were ant to co should already be in place.

The Fairy Song won’t officially begin until they enter.

Let us start!”

The ones she referred to were naturally the mbers of the Fae Race who had been invited.

Even the gnolls, with their low perception, could distinctly feel the countless pairs of eyes watching their every move.

Luna’s throat hadn’t gone hoarse in vain, her back-and-forth publicity had the desired effect, and many of the fae were stirred.

Curiosity was often heavy in the fae.

Many tis, they couldn’t help but investigate, even when it wasn’t their concern.

Not to ntion the Fairy Song, which was said to be closely related to them—true or not, they would co to see for themselves.

But their shy nature also ant they wouldn’t dare recklessly attend a stranger’s banquet, even if they saw many of their own kind inside.

Gaven had been prepared for this.

If the fae were so easily approachable, they wouldn’t be the fae.

The purpose of the Fairy Song was to bridge the gap between the two sides, to have them join in the feast.

Without wasting words, Gaven took to the skies, but this ti he did not spread his Energy Dragon Wings.

Instead, he rode the Half-Moon Colt to a suitable position before beginning to speak, “On this special day, it is both a fortunate event and my greatest honor that we can gather together like this.

I would like to take this opportunity to share a dream with all of you.

This dream has echoed in the valley for over a thousand years.

For many, this dream has shattered.

But there are still so who silently endure and strive for this dream.

This dream is to create a multiracial territory.

In this territory, all races that aspire to goodness and light would have their own place.

Working together, leveraging the strengths of each race, to build a harmonious and civilized society.

Here, there would be no oppression, no discrimination, only peaceful coexistence, and only prosperity and strength.

This dream cannot be realized by alone—it needs you, him, all of us, every sage being to join in.

For this dream, we sing our song of freedom here today, at this place and ti.

And now, let’s officially begin.

Light the fire!”

With Gaven’s command, six huge wooden towers were lit at the sa ti.

These towers, each five ters tall and over three ters in diater, were constructed from rotten wood dredged from Yewen Pond, dry wood collected from the Comanso Great Forest, and withered grapevines.

The song they were to sing was a song of nature, of course, not using wood cut for fire, but fully utilizing the gifts of nature.

The six huge fire towers, arranged in a star shape around the square, when lit, seed like six miniature man-made suns, brightening the place as if it were dayti.

Good!

Everyone couldn’t help but shout with excitent.

It was as if a fla was also ignited in their hearts.

Was this inner fla lit by the reflection of the real flas?

Or was it kindled by the stirring words spoken by Gaven?

Only they themselves knew.

“Start playing music!” Gaven issued the second command.

Hum!

The first tune to resound was not from the square, but from Weizemay Manor.

This Ghost Manor was now brightly lit, its doors wide open.

From the square, one could see the main building of the manor.

Here too was a crowd gathered, but it was clear that those assembled were not ordinary beings, but ghosts and shadows in endless calm.

They too belonged to the Three Rivers Region, only they were confined to the manor and couldn’t co out.

Hum!

The answering tune ca from the square, played on a giant golden harp.

The harpist was naturally none other than Regina.

Hum!

The responding violas ca from the fires around the periter.

The Half-Elf Bards had joined the ensemble.

Scarborough Fair!

This was the piece played both inside and outside the manor, without a single note altered.

Because Regina found the song to be so perfect.

So perfect that she was incapable of changing it.

Altering any part of it would be a desecration of the piece.

The best way was to put all her effort into conveying its essence and using it to touch and influence more people.

Hum!

Countless violins began to play, joining the orchestra.

These were the Gnos from Grape Village.

Unlike the Half-Elf girls, they had not rehearsed in advance, and this was even the first ti they were hearing the piece.

But, that didn’t stop them from joining in because in Felen, music possesses magical power.

Especially for a tune they had never heard before, the magic was so powerful and resonant.

When they joined in the playing, the Musical Magic would wrap around them, and the notes would naturally erge in their minds, allowing them to play along with the beautiful lody without error.

Hum!

The Thorn Spirits started playing their unique thorny instrunts, joining the symphony.

Hum!

The Tesser immigrants and captured rcenaries couldn’t help but pick up their favored instrunts to join the orchestra.

Regardless of their varying levels of skill and their bizarre instrunts, when they joined the ensemble, there was no dissonance or disturbance.

At this mont, they were not playing alone; the Musical Magic amassed above the Three Rivers Region was so powerful that it was not they who were playing the songs, but the Musical Magic that was using their hands to play.

Boom!

Eventually, even the least musically inclined gnolls were swept up in the tide.

They began to beat their leather drums.

Bang!

Many without instrunts couldn’t help but pick up bowls, chopsticks, wine cups, and stones.

Everything they thought could make a sound, they began to hit along with the rhythm.

Those who really couldn’t find anything, simply clapped their hands or stomped their feet in ti.

There was no dissonance, only perfect unity.

It was as if the music was ant to be played this way.

Gaven, as the center of the whole event, had the deepest feeling of this dreadful musical magic power.

This was not just about simple musical magic.

This was about stirring the fibers of the Magic Network, inscribing this song, played on such a grand scale for the first ti, into the laws of the Magic Network.

He had a vague sense that those attracted were not only from the Fae Race but also the exalted gods above, especially those gods related to music and celebrations.

This banquet, though not prepared to honor the gods,

would certainly be sensed by them when significant events related to their divine functions occurred.

This was a powerful strength bestowed upon them by their divine duties, their sacred mission in Felen, and also the source of their powers.

At this mont, it was no longer Gaven who led the event, but the powerful magic force born of the event itself, pushing forward, as if stirring the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

This part, Gaven had originally planned to initiate after the dancing and the feast had begun.

The huge phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, beyond his control, erged behind him, becoming more and more tangible.

The sa rhythmic music emanated from the phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

Soti when nobody noticed, a thin layer of mist had enveloped the entire venue, which did not obscure vision much but brought an ethereal, dreamlike sensation.

Mist!

Lord Virginia was not wrong in his guess when the Fairy Wilderness and the Material Plane played a song at the sa ti, they would resonate and converge, drawing the two realms infinitely closer, forming a temporary curtain.

This curtain was so thin that in many places, the two realms even overlapped.

The true form of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree directly appeared in the Material Plane, in the Three Rivers Region.

Countless mbers of the Fae Race danced around the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

So from the Fairy Wilderness.

And so from the Material Plane, those who were drawn by Gaven’s publicity and had unknowingly joined this festive feast.

Innurable birds took to the air from the Grape Village, swirling in circles around the Dragon Oak Mother Tree.

Gathering and dispersing, rising and falling.

Even though they were from different species, they were perfectly coordinated, with no fighting or confusion.

As if they had rehearsed countless tis.

Countless beasts erged from caves and wilderness.

Field mice, hares, wild boars, wolves, Comanso Tigers, Razorback Boars, and so on.

Whether predators or prey,

at this mont, they didn’t need to fear each other because they ca to listen to the music, to the sounds of nature.

Waves surged on Yewen Pond, near the direction of Weizemay Manor, where a dense crowd gathered with countless figures of all sizes swimming swiftly under the water, occasionally popping up to the surface.

The most conspicuous among them was a colossal creature with the body of a turtle but the head and tail of a giant dragon—the Dragon Turtle, one of the mighty hunters of the water.

On a normal day, all aquatic creatures would steer clear of it.

But now, not only ignoring its presence, many even swam around it; so turtles even clambered onto its broad back.

Even Weizemay Manor underwent wondrous changes.

Its shadow started to stretch infinitely, extending all the way underneath the phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, rging with it indistinguishably.

And the ghosts and shadows, who were usually confined by a certain law and couldn’t step out of Weizemay Manor, also floated out lightly and joined the banquet outside.

The people outside seed completely unaware.

Or, if they were aware, they did not care.

In most cases, undead creatures are considered unclean and against nature.

But in rare instances, they are also part of nature.

Where there’s light, there will be shadows.

Even nature needs destruction so that rebirth can happen.

The cycle of life and death—that is the way of nature.

The Fairy Song had just begun and had burst straight into its climax.

The rest didn’t need Gaven to direct or host anymore.

Those living in its midst and the uninvited creatures naturally found their own pleasure.

So fetched food from the tables, but new food was placed upon them.

It was not replenished by individuals dispatched by Gaven.

But by those uninvited guests who brought their own.

Equivalent exchange has always been the lifestyle extolled by the Fae Race.

Many things they take without telling, but in return, they leave what they consider equivalent goods.

Though in the eyes of other sage races, this exchange is not necessarily equal.

Due to racial limitations, there are differences in understanding between the parties.

What the Fae Race deems rare might be considered useless trash by humans.

Yet what seems commonplace to the Fae Race may be a priceless treasure that is invaluable to humans.

Compared to the creatures engrossed in the midst,

Gaven, at the very center, felt like he was enveloped by a vast emptiness.

Once the phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree had been stirred, he felt disconnected from the world once more.

He was here, yet also not here.

Musical Magic was omnipresent, yet it circled around him without touching.

The music was incredibly moving, especially this grand chorus ford by countless species.

But to his eyes, it was like listening to music on Earth: a stir of the heart, without being endowed with or affected by Musical Magic.

A graceful figure passed through the mist curtain and approached Gaven.

Gaven collected his thoughts and smiled, “Miss Regina, aren’t you continuing with your performance…

I have seen the gentleman.”

He stopped abruptly mid-sentence.