Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 563 Morgan married me today

One hour later.

Two refreshing guardians led three children with clear eyes to go out formally.

Since most fairies don’t like to move during the day, the streets are quite empty.

Walking through a straight gravel road, admiring the unique forest-style buildings of the fairies along the way, the group soon found a small wooden house that looked like a spindle in the southwest corner of the city.

Morgan stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A moment later, a petite figure flapped his wings and rushed out of the door, crashing straight into Morgan's arms:

"Ash, when did you come to Orkney? Don't you tell me me?"

With the mouth-wielding habit similar to a cat's meow, a pink little head rubbed around Morgan's arms, making it look very familiar and friendly.

Morgan patted the little guy's head and explained softly:

"I went to visit my mother-in-law yesterday and I only had time to see you this morning. Sorry."

"Apology alone is not enough, compensation must be made!"

The little fairy raised her face and pinched her waist with both hands, showing an unhappy look.

Morgan smiled, half-squatted down, skillfully stretched out his right hand, and gently scratched the little fairy's erect chin.

"Is this how?"

"Yeah, click the meow on the left, and then go to the right. The strength above is not enough!"

The little fairy spoke and squinted her eyes to enjoy it.

The tight body stretched out, the two pairs of wings behind trembled happily, and the sound of cats purring from the chest, and the corners of the lips could not help but reveal the lip shape of the cat's mouth, which seemed very useful.

This scene made Luo En think of the scene of a human being petting a cat.

After a moment, the little fairy opened her eyes with unfulfilled desire, looked at her former close friend, and sighed happily:

"Hmph, I'm so satisfied. This wonderful sense of happiness. I'm so happy to see you, awesome."

“So too, Habertlot.”

Morgan showed the same smile on his face, gently stroked the little fairy's head.

Habertlot, a spinning wheel fairy in the Scottish heritage. Legend has it that it can be spun thread, weaving cloth with cotton, linse fiber, and cutting dresses. It has dragonfly-shaped wings and is as petite as a child. It is a fantasy creature that girls and brides want to see the most.

Because this little goblin is not only an excellent designer and tailor, but also likes to use beautiful girls and brides as models, carefully cut clothes for them and prepare wedding clothes.

It is said that the thread she spins can bring luck. Those who wear the clothes woven by this little guy will immediately recover from health, will not be sick in the future, will receive mysterious blessings, and a happy marriage.

And in the days to come, girls will ask for help from such spinning wheel fairies if they need it. The summoned spinning wheel fairies will also do their best to help and take care of the girls and lead them out of the trough.

In a sense, this kind of fairy is the guardian of unmarried girls and brides.

Lorne suspected that the fairy tale of "Cinderella" and the fairy godmother in it were based on this.

At this moment, Habertlot, a textile fairy who came to his senses, also noticed the few people following Morgan. He looked around with small red eyes and finally looked at a man in the team in surprise:

"Ash! Have you chosen your husband? This guy looks pretty decent!"

Upon hearing this, Morgan's face suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly glared at the fairy friend:

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my friend and Vivian's teacher."

"You are not married yet? That's not better!"

Habertlot's eyes shined, and he seemed to be even more excited.

"I have made several wedding dresses for you, but they have always been placed in the workshop. You have never been willing to wear them before. Now you have the chance to be a bride, and you can try it!"

"I didn't say I wanted to be a bride."

"Bride, it's great! It's light and shiny, as beautiful and charming as flowers, and as dazzling as birds? How could a girl not like it!"

The textile fairy who had been ill in occupational illness spoke excitedly, while looking up and down at her friend Morgan, commenting,

"Look at you, you have the filthiness of a fairy, the magnificence of a goddess, the mystery of a witch, and the tall figure and so beautiful appearance. You must be suitable for any style of wedding dress. Come on, come and come in with me and let me give you a try, and make sure you become the best bride in the world!"

Unable to stand the unyielding entanglement of friends, Morgan, with a headache, quickly said seriously:

"Habertlot, calm down. We are here to find you today for something else."

"What?"

"We are looking for a spiritual tomb. Recently, have you found some strange areas near Orkney?"

"There are, there are, and I still remember the way there."

"Very good, take us there!"

"Yes, yes, but you have to agree to me first."

Habertlot took advantage of the situation to put forward conditions and looked at Morgan with eager eyes.

"Become a bride! Try all the wedding dresses I made!"

"no!"

"Then you go and find it yourself. If you don't agree, I won't help."

Seeing Habertlot lifting his arms and posing for refusing to cooperate, Morgan had no choice but to compromise.

"Okay, after I've tried it, you have to take us to find that place as soon as possible."

"No problem meow!"

Habertlot nodded quickly, then excitedly pulled Morgan's arm and shouted to Lorne on the side.

"Eel, you guys come in with me!"

"And me?"

Loren pointed to his nose, a little surprised.

Habertlot pinched his waist with his hands and replied with striking remarks:

"Otherwise? What kind of bride is without a groom! You are the only male here. You are not responsible for choosing a wedding dress. Who will come?"

Lorne wanted to speak, but Morgan shook his head:

"Forget it, listen to her. If she doesn't satisfy her, she won't be willing to lead the way."

A fairy is such a life, living for pure interest and impulse.

The right and wrong, good and evil, human relationships, gains and losses in the eyes of human beings are not applicable in the fairy world.

Therefore, even if Morgan, who had been with Habertlot, had to submit if he wanted to get the help of this textile fairy.

Second sister/mother in a wedding dress?

Children with three questions kept up and wanted to take the opportunity to feast their eyes.

However, as soon as Habertlot entered the door, he immediately closed the door, then opened the small window, and threw out a piece of parchment full of characters:

"Don't be idle either, you three, go to the street to buy these things back. I'll use them later!"

I don’t even let me see it, and I want us to run errands.

The three of them complained inwardly that although they were reluctant, they were frightened by the power of the two guardians, so they could only go out to buy.

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And at this moment, inside the house.

As soon as Habertlot entered the door, he couldn't wait to pounce on Morgan.

“Thorny~!”

Morgan felt a chill on his legs and saw that the textile fairy had been torn off from the edge of his skirt, and a large area of ​​fair skin was exposed.

Well, the beautiful leg shape can be developed in units of years.

Loren in the corner secretly commented and secretly enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of him from the corner of his eyes.

Morgan, who came to his senses, couldn't help but his blood rushing to his face and looked at his fairy friend in shame:

"Habertlot, what are you doing?"

"Let's change your clothes for you."

Habertlot replied without thinking, and as he said, he rushed up again like a wild cat pounced on his prey, as if he was planning to strip Morgan naked on the spot.

However, a blue-black magic wand fell from the sky and hit her head hard like a gopher, and the sharp corners almost caused tons of critical damage.

After finally recovering from the dizziness, Habertlot pulled his head out of the floor tiles and rubbed the high-swelling wound, his tone full of grievances:

"Didn't you agree to try on a wedding dress? How can you change it if you don't take off your clothes?"

"Will I not do it myself?" Morgan responded coldly, then knocked on the scepter, built a miniature barrier in the hut, picked up a wedding suit prepared by Habertlot, lifted his legs and walked in.

The water-like light traces blocked the sound and covered the picture, making Lorne regretfully look away from his eyes ready to appreciate the art.

After a while, Morgan, who had finished dressing up, walked out of the barrier and showed the results to the two audiences.

This is a standard Celtic style robe. The linen fabric on the main body is dyed dark red. The lace is regular in a symmetrical cut way, and the appearance is moderate, but lacks flexibility and cannot highlight Morgan's own unique temperament and beauty.

The two judges standing against the wall looked at each other for a while and shook their heads at the same time, obviously not satisfied.

Morgan didn't say nonsense either. He took over the new wedding suit, turned around and got into the temporary barrier, and tried it on again.

However, after trying seven or eight items in a row, both judges responded mediocrely, and Habertlot was even more distressed:

"I'm so pretty and my clothes are so beautiful, why don't I feel like a bride..."

As a textile fairy, the "fairy godmother" fantasized by Cinderella girls, Habertlot has always felt that turning girls into happy brides is the value of her life and the meaning of her existence.

If you can create a suitable wedding dress for your friend Morgan and watch her enter the palace of marriage, this will be an unparalleled enjoyment for Habertlot.

But after working so long, all her works ended in failure, which made Habertlot very discouraged, and the dragonfly wings behind her curled up in frustration.

Seeing that the fairy guide wanted to be autistic, Loren hurriedly suggested:

"Maybe it's because of the style, it might work if you change the style."

“Design new clothes?”

Habertlot's eyes lit up at first when he heard this, and then lowered his head in depression.

“It’s not that simple.”

As fairies, they are good at imitating and replicating, and can create all kinds of gorgeous and complex things, but they lack the ability to [create].

Humans are often the best in this regard.

etc!

Isn’t there half of the ready-made human beings?

Moreover, this is the selected groom!

Habertlot's eyes lit up and he excitedly pulled Lorne to the spinning wheel:

"How to change? Come and try!"

Loren was also in this way. With the tools on the cutting table and the memories of wedding clothes in his mind, he quickly conceived a pair of drawings and handed them over to Habertlot to work and cut.

Half an hour later, the first modified wedding dress was freshly released.

After Morgan completed the dressing change in the temporary barrier, he walked back to the two judges.

The new wedding dress is a layered linen robe inspired by natural elements. The spiral patterns and triad branches are hand-embroidered on the collar, symbolizing the cycle of life and tribal bondage. The neckline is surrounded by bronze-forged bay leaf collars, and the hanging tassels are stringed with acorns and mistletoe, implying the prayer of the Mother Earth in the Druid faith. The wide cuffs are made of undyed wool to wool to create a diamond-shaped checkered pattern, and the folds are interspersed with indigo and moss-green silk threads, echoing the color tradition of the Celtic warrior cloak.

The outer layer of the skirt is covered with translucent tulle, and the interlaced knot patterns on it are derived from the ancient Okamp text. The waist is fixed with leather belts, and the inlaid amber and turquoise make the bride's clan emblem. The head crown is wrapped with branches of ash trees, embellishing the primrose and fern buds collected in early spring. The silver chains hanging between the hair sway with dance steps, like the stars reflected by the streams in the forest. The whole suit abandons metal nail buckles and is fixed only with bone needles and plant fibers, demonstrating the philosophy of Celtic civilization and nature.

The overall harmony washed away Morgan's evil feeling, perfectly highlighting the sacred side of her goddess.

“Great, we succeeded!”

Habertlot cheered excitedly at first, then turned to look at Lorne on the side, exclaiming,

"You really have, humans."

Luo En smiled humbly, and there were no surprises in his eyes.

In Greece, Dionysus, the **** of wine, was not only the creator of wine, but also the guardian of art, and would give mortals various wonderful ideas about art in the dark.

Thanks to his own accumulation of knowledge and the protection of the ninth goddess of Muse and Miei, Lorne is more or less an artist.

He can show some talent in various art-related fields such as food cooking, dance choreography, music design, and clothing cutting.

At this time, Morgan took off the ashed wood crown and hummed and asked Habertlot:

"Now, are you satisfied?"

"No, how can one set be enough? At least you have to try another set!"

Habertlot shook his little head firmly, and without saying a word, he pulled the chief designer beside him and urged the other party to rush to work.

Unable to resist this stubborn little thing, Luo En had to design another wedding dress.

This time, he gave up adding Celtic elements and adopted a plan to highlight the trend.

After a while of busyness, Morgan, wearing a wedding dress, made a subversive attitude. The pure white long skirt is like a star ray, and the hem is covered with ice crystal silver patterns, symbolizing its bond with the "Sea of ​​the Star". The silver hair under the black veil crown is like stars, which forms a cold contrast with the blue pupils, implying the dual nature of the British witch and the fairy in the lake. The gun-shaped wand she held was also decorated with the patterns of thorn roses wrapped around it, and the chains hanging from the tip of the gun turned into lace ribbons - the weapon to smash the round table in the future. At this moment, it is both a token of vows and a symbol of authority.

The "sin" that deviates from the mission of saving the world condenses into a jewel belt full of brokenness on the waist, and the "punishment" of abandoning the gentle "punishment" of maternal nature settles into the dark red pattern of the skirt that drags the floor. And when Morgan stroked the gun with his fingertips, the falling petals were not blessings, but a loneliness and desolation of walking alone to the end of the world and sitting and watching the wounds of everything.

When Morgan stood in front of the two in this posture, the two judges were almost stunned.

  I have to say that Morgan, who is shown as a witch, is even more touching.

Seeing the reactions of the two, a hint of pride and satisfaction emerged deep in Morgan's eyes.

Although changing clothes was forced, these two clothes were indeed good, and even she liked them from the bottom of her heart.

After all, both goddesses and witches have vanity and lack resistance to beautiful things.

“Cough~~”

With a light cough, the two people who were a little lost in their mind suddenly woke up.

Habertlot clapped his hands excitedly and announced loudly:

"Good looking meow, this is it!"

"So, can we leave?"

Morgan asked softly and brought up the important matter again.

However, Habertlot shook his head and said:

"What are you going? The wedding hasn't been done yet."

“?"

A ominous premonition arose in Morgan's heart, looking at his fairy friend:

"You want to hold my wedding?"

"Yes, when you wear a wedding dress, of course you have to hold a wedding and become a bride. Otherwise, it's just a beautiful dress."

Habertlot answered convincingly, then proudly raised his waist.

"Don't worry. I'm professional in this regard. I have asked the three guys from the previous street to buy things for the wedding in advance. Now, I'll calculate the time and come back soon..."

“Puff!”

The sharp spear of light rubbed across Habertlot's cheek and inserted into the wall of the wooden house.

The textile fairy with anticipation shivered and asked carefully:

"You, what are you doing?"

"I changed my mind and thought it would be better to arrest you. It would be better to torture you."

The British witch in a wedding dress was covered in black air, her voice was cold and her eyes were timeless.

The bitter momentum came, and even the backup groom on the side couldn't help but shrink into the corner.

Sure enough, no creature like a fairy deserves a beating.

Let me first agree, you will fight, and blood will not splash on me.

“Boom!”

Just as the atmosphere in the wooden house was tense, a dull explosion came from the street, and the rich blood flashed in the smoke and dust.

—Bawanxi?

— Something happened!

Seeing the familiar aura, Morgan was shocked, and then he didn't care about using the "Great Memory Recovery Technique" on Habertlot, jumped out of the hut and headed straight for the place where the incident occurred.

(This chapter ends)