Chapter 304: The Poet Laureate’s Blessing, God-Given Combat Skills
Occupations are also divided into different levels of rarity.

The “Poet Laureate”, who must be promoted through a ceremony, is a rare profession in the way of the bard.

This profession can be traced back to the ancient Iliad period, when bards created tragedies and comedies at drama festivals held in honor of the gods. A large number of outstanding playwrights emerged, and only those who stood out in the competition for works at the drama festival and were favored by the Muse could complete the promotion ceremony and become a “poet laureate.”

The trial of the lyre is also a ritual in its essence.

While Yeats obtained the legendary lyre, he also received the recognition of the Muse and was successfully promoted!
As a rare profession, the professional talent of the Poet Laureate is called “Immaculate Heart”.

[Talent·Flawless Heart: The greatest performers need to understand their own hearts and focus flawlessly. You use art to forge an unparalleled firm mind, and your proficiency in will immunity is raised to master level, making it easier to enter a state of concentration.]

Because of this master-level will immunity, the Poet Laureate can resist negative states such as silence, fear, and ridicule.
However, the “immaculate mind” will prolong the duration of being “charmed”, perhaps because concentration can easily lead to obsession.

Of course, the Poet Laureate can rely on a music spell called [Countersuite] to provide auditory and visual protection for himself and his teammates, thereby resisting emotions such as enchantment and fear.

Ye Zhi thought to himself that the bard could be said to be the profession that was best at countering enchantment spells, and music spells could also provide benefits to teammates to a great extent.

The new spells mastered after promotion are all related to music spells. There are three pieces in total, namely Power Song, Marching Song, and Swan Elegy.

Compared with motivational songs, power songs focus on boosting morale, while motivational songs can directly enhance the target’s strength through music.

Marching songs can not only speed up the process, but also reduce the negative impact of terrain in harsh environments.

Swan’s Elegy is a fifth-level enchantment spell that weakens the enemy’s morale through a sad song.

These three spells can cover an army of tens of thousands of mortals. It can be said that every poet laureate is a powerful weapon on the battlefield.

After being promoted to a five-ring poet, Yeats’s musical spells had an overall improvement in power. His spells, such as Seduction and Requiem, became even more powerful with the blessing of his professionalism.

The lyre that I just got has a bright tune and an inspiring power. It is perfect for playing motivational and power songs.

The goddess of youth obviously noticed the performance of Yeats, the chosen one of art, in the trial. At the same time that Yeats was promoted, a beautiful aurora lingered in the sky, gradually transformed into the divinity of youth and fell into Yeats’ body.

“This promotion is indeed a blessing!”

Ye Zhi’s eyes lit up.

Every time you get promoted, you will receive blessings that ordinary people can hardly dream of.

This is the value of polytheism!
[Blessing·Tragic Infection: You use magic to weave an invisible tragedy, infecting a target with sadness. The tragedy will be infected through divinity, and the target does not need to be able to see or hear it. The sadness will continue to spread, causing the group of units to cry with sadness. You can cast the reverse version of this spell, ‘Comedy Transmission’. ]

[Blessing·Comedy Transmission: You tell a comedy, infect a target with laughter, and spread it nearby. Humor will spread through magic, making groups of units laugh, causing crazy laughter or dancing symptoms.]

Yeats nodded with satisfaction.

Next time I will use this blessing to tell a hell joke!
After browsing the newly acquired abilities on the panel, Ye Zhi remained calm, lowered his head and stroked the lyre, secretly paying attention to the reaction of the messenger god Medes.

Medea has a treasure called [Winged Shoes of the Wind Rider].

Not only can it enhance the extraordinary person’s flying ability, but it can even allow them to fly with the wind in the underworld where the laws restrict flying.

Yeats thought to himself:

“It’s time for Medis to return these winged shoes that I accidentally lost!”

At the same time, Medis winked at the three Muses in the lake.

The three muses, each with their own unique style, glanced at Yeats reluctantly, then disappeared beneath the clear lake, leaving only ripples on the surface.

Mount Juliet was completely silent.

Medis took off his disguise and appeared as a young boy.

The boy had a healthy wheat-colored complexion and a slender body like a long-distance runner. His face was filled with a gentle smile, and his black eyes would turn around from time to time, looking back and forth at Yeats.

In Medis’s opinion, Yeats not only showed outstanding insight and wisdom in the previous rounds of trials, but also saw through his identity, which was worthy of praise.

As Yeats was chosen by the gods for art and had a deep karmic connection with the god of light, it was reasonable for him to be recognized by the Lyre.

However, Medes still felt a little bit upset. The God of Deception couldn’t even deceive a human being? This made Medes doubt himself!
“How did you know my identity?” Medea couldn’t help but ask.

“Just think of it as… an intuition,” Ye Zhi said.

Medis raised his eyebrows slightly, crossed his arms, and said:

“So, you had this premonition when I met you on the mountain trail?”

Ye Zhi nodded.

Medea was even more surprised.

It is easy to explain why Yeats has this intuition. The God of Light holds the power of prophecy, has a keen intuition, and can accurately predict fate.

The God of Light once predicted his own death and the coming of Ragnarok, which caused chaos in the world of gods.

But even if a prophecy was made, it would be difficult to change the destined ending. The God of Light fell under the mistletoe, and there were few traces of Him in the world.

The handsome shepherd boy looked deeply at Yeats.

Immediately, Medea looked up at the sky and gently tapped his chin with his fingers.

In fact, he was being divined with the help of astrology and the spells of the prophecy school.

The prophecy school is the most difficult school to master among the many schools of magic. There is a legendary spell called “Great Prophecy”, which even has the extraordinary power of reversing cause and effect and making the law come true.

Although Medea was the god in charge of the traveler domain, he was also adept at prophecy spells. A faint swirling starlight appeared in front of his eyes, and he tried to piece together the picture.

Under Medea’s gaze, all the starlight shattered with a “bang”, and no valuable clues were obtained.

Medea was a little surprised.

Even though he was a being above the holy realm, the result of Ye Zhi’s divination was only a blank!
Medis developed an increasingly strong interest in Yeats.

From the outside, Medea looks like a girl, slim and pretty, a good candidate for women’s clothing.

The “little boy’s” interested gaze made Yeats feel a little wary.

Although Yeats had little exposure to prophecy magic, he could sense that Medea had just tried to spy on him.

Medea’s position was not yet clear, and Yeats did not dare to expose the Silver Oak Sword to Him.

Fortunately, I have quite a few means to resist the snooping of prophecy spells. In addition to the “inconspicuous” that comes with the Silver Oak Sword, the panel also has corresponding abilities.

From Medea’s expression, Yeats was sure that Medea did not get the information he wanted, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Medes chuckled and said, “It seems that you do have many secrets… This is a good thing. The light of stars will become dim or even disappear in front of the sunlight. Before you can compete with the sunlight, there will be kind people like me who will help you…”

“Help?” Yeats asked.

Medea smiled mysteriously, and a faint light appeared in his hand, and a double-snake staff appeared.

The Caduceus, which consists of a golden staff engraved with a pair of wings and two snakes entwined around the staff, is also a symbol of commerce.

The lyre corresponds to the [music] authority of the God of Light, while the caduceus corresponds to the [business] authority of Medis. As long as you get this caduceus, it means inexhaustible worldly wealth.

Ye Zhi couldn’t help but take a closer look at the double snake staff, thinking in his heart:

“There are two gods in charge of commerce in this world, Medes and Mammon, the god of greed in hell. These two have been fighting openly and secretly for nearly a thousand years for the [Law of the God of Commerce].”

“If I encounter trouble from the God of Greed in the future, I can seek help from Medes…”

Whenever the Monkey King encountered monsters on his journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, he had to ask for help from Heaven.

Ye Zhi felt that if he encountered a demon in the future, he would be able to rely on favors to overcome the difficulties!
call–

Medea gently waved his double-snake staff, and a breeze suddenly blew up through the mountains and forests.

The breeze condensed into substance and became a majestic rooster with colorful feathers, flapping its wings and falling to the ground from mid-air.

Medes grabbed the struggling cock, laughed twice, and said:

“I feel bad for making the trial more difficult for you. So, I’ll give you this treasure as a gift from me!”

“Cuckoo-“

The rooster crowed, and the two brightest tail feathers were plucked out by Medes.

Then, Medis let the cock fly away. It turned into a breeze and dissipated again, while the two feathers in Medis’s hand were shrouded in white light and gradually turned into a pair of grass rings woven from olive branches and leaves.

In the ancient empire, messengers who traveled long distances often wore out their shoes and walked barefoot, with blood dripping from their soles. They would tie olive leaf rings around their ankles to pray for the protection of the messenger god.

Medis handed the pair of olive leaf anklets to Yeats.

“When you need it, it can be transformed into wing boots, giving you wings on your ankles, allowing you to fly with the wind.”

Medes put one hand on his waist and smiled carefreely:
“Mortals cannot see it, so you don’t have to worry about attracting the covetousness of those with ulterior motives… I believe this treasure can express some of my goodwill!”

Flying items are relatively scarce on the continent of Midgard, and the [Wind Rider’s Wing Boots] can be extremely effective in air combat.

Yeats accepted it graciously and expressed his gratitude:
“Thank you, God of Messengers. On your holy day, I will prepare a sumptuous feast for you!”

The holy festival of Medis is held in March and is quite popular in the port cities. The favorite offerings are turtles and chickens.

Ye Zhi was thinking, if he prepared a pot of [King Turtle Chicken] for Medes, wouldn’t that be a good way to make Medes feel better?

Medisto glanced at Ye Zhi and said, “Are you still a food chef?”

Yeats said modestly: “I know a thing or two.”

“Hey, I know a lot about food.” Medea said with a smile, “If the feasting ceremony satisfies me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly!”

The spread of food ingredients and cooking techniques in human civilization is inseparable from commercial trade.

Medis, the god of commerce and a well-known glutton among the gods, couldn’t help but feel a little bit of expectation when he saw Yeats’ confident demeanor.

“It’s a deal.” Ye Zhi smiled and said, “Let me prepare the ingredients and give you a surprise on the feast day.”

Medea smiled, looked at the aurora still fluttering in the sky, and an idea quietly arose in his mind.

“You should know that I am the professional patron saint of the Wandering Bards. These poets are used to rough fights in taverns and are very good at using weapons such as bottles, chairs, and fists…”

Medis stroked his chin, rolled his dark eyes, and smiled:

“That aurora is a blessing from the goddess of youth, right? Then I will also grant you a divine power!”

Medis had another purpose for this action, which was to test whether Yeats was really unaffected by the [Divine Conflict].

Even gods would suffer the backlash brought about by the conflict of divinity. In Yeats, Medea felt the aura of the three gods: magic, youth, and the scorching sun at the same time.

“One more of me is not too much. Let me see how many kinds of divinity a human being can contain at the same time!”

Medea had the idea of ​​playing a prank, but at the same time he also became more cautious.

“If anything goes wrong, I’ll save him… I don’t want the heir of the Lyre to die like this!”

Yeats naturally accepted all the gifts from Medis.

Open the soul realm and accept the [Traveler Divinity] from Medes.

The traveler divinity appears in the soul realm as a rooster, with a proud and arrogant look.

Soon, the rooster attracted the attention of a “black hound”.

The image of this hound, transformed from the wild hunt divinity, keeps circling around the rooster, as if it wants to devour it.

Yeats suppressed his inner restlessness, which calmed the Wild Hunt divinity.

Seeing that Ye Zhi quickly adapted to the traveler’s divinity, Medea’s eyes flashed with hidden surprise.

If humans want to bear divinity, they will inevitably endure severe pain, but Yeats had no reaction and grasped this divinity so quickly!
Medea was secretly shocked.

——This human physique is really bizarre!
Opening the panel and examining the abilities granted by Medea, Ye Zhi felt a subtle mood.

You are so stingy, Medes, you don’t even want to give me a blessing!

[God-given combat skill: Poet’s Grip: The wandering bard has mastered the secrets of weapons through years of fighting in taverns. Any item you hold can be used as a weapon, and after hitting the enemy, you can cause a grapple.]

The Messenger God is the patron saint of boxing and is also an expert in fighting.

It is easy to understand this talent.

Jackie Chan in the furniture city and in the open field are obviously at two different levels of combat power, and the “Combat Skill: Poet’s Grip” allows Yeats to pick up a baguette and use it as a weapon.

“This fighting skill should obviously be called…” Ye Zhi complained:

“Poet’s Grip!”

(End of this chapter)