Food Poems

Chapter 387 The Lucky Cat That Visited Yeats’s Home
monastery.

In the courtyard shaded by camellias and grape vines, Chandler, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, took out his purse and solemnly handed it to the nun.

“Please use the money to support local orphans.”

The old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle was wearing a silver chainmail and a white robe embroidered with a cross emblem. He smiled kindly at the nun and said:

"Don't worry, just take it and dispose of it properly. This money comes from God's will. May God bless you."

The nun's eyes were filled with tears, and her face, which was red from years of sun exposure, showed a grateful expression. She wiped her cheeks with her carrot-like fingers and choked up:

"This place was almost unable to hold on... I even wondered for a few times if I had done something wrong and that was the punishment from the Lord... Fortunately you came, Grand Master Chandler. You are the hope of hundreds of children here!"

"It's the duty of a Templar Knight to help the weak." Chandler smiled and said generously, "If you want to thank someone, thank God."

The nun burst into tears, clasped her hands together, and prayed softly.

Looking at the purse that the nun put into her arms, a trace of barely perceptible regret flashed across Chandler's eyes, and then it was back to normal in an instant.

This is worth it.

Chandler thought...wealth can only create greater wealth if it is applied to education.

This may seem like a waste, but it is actually a greater degree of frugality.

In the sunlight, the face of the plate-armored knight glowed with lofty faith.

I greedily hope that my next generation can inherit my ideas and spread the virtue of thrift throughout the continent...

Outside the monastery, two knights were guarding the gate and talking in low voices.

"It's strange that the Grand Master, who normally wouldn't even use a torch, would support the local monastery."

"Although he is stingy, he is generous and willing to help others. Otherwise, why would everyone choose him to be the famous leader?"

"The Moonlight Cult has been stationed in the city these days. The Grand Master is the long-established Six-Ring Knight. I wonder who is more powerful, the new Moonlight Chosen, the Honeysuckle Duke."

"It's really hard to say. After all, even Phoenix is ​​no match for Duke Yeats, and the Grand Commander hasn't been to the front line for a long time..."

bang——

The gates of the monastery opened.

The two knights fell silent immediately, looked respectfully at Chandler who was walking out slowly, and said respectfully:
"Grand Commander!"

Chandler nodded slightly and said, "You guys go back first. I have to visit a friend later. It's a private matter."

"As ordered!"

Immediately, Chandler turned back again and returned to the confessional in the monastery. A woman's voice came from behind a wooden door.

"I have handed the ring to the Elf Prince Perron as you requested."

"Good," Chandler said. "Did he notice anything unusual when he got the ring?"

"When he held the ring, there was no reaction."

"This may be because he has had the ring for too short a time, and the divinity contained in the ring has not yet had time to affect his mind..." Chandler paused, and asked again for the sake of caution, "Are you sure that the ring was taken away by Perron without any accidents?"

"Yeats visited the castle midway and took Perron with him."

"Yeats?" Chandler felt a little strange. "The Duke of Honeysuckle, the Yeats Brown chosen by art and moonlight?"

It is no wonder that Chandler's tone changed when he heard Yeats's name. It was because Yeats's name was too famous. He could be said to be the number one heretic, and the church had complicated feelings towards this person.

On the one hand, due to the disparity in beliefs, Yeats was a complete heretic. In order to promote the further spread of faith, according to the principle of holy war, he must be eliminated.

On the other hand, Yeats's deeds are widely known and have been recognized by a considerable number of believers in the Church. It is no exaggeration to call him a "saint" under the faith of all gods.

Chandler knew very well that Yeats was extremely powerful, and even Famula had been defeated by him many times. But now Yeats had intervened. Chandler couldn't help but worry that the task assigned by Mammon, the "God of Greed", would go wrong.

"That's him." The woman's voice was exactly the same as that of the sea witch Anfia. "He and Perun are old friends. He came to the Strait of Rocks just to find Perun."

Chandler frowned. Although he truly believed in Mammon and was still hiding in the dark, he couldn't help but feel awkward when facing Ye Zhi who was in the open. He whispered:
"Does Ye Zhi doubt your identity?"

"should not."

"should?"

"I'm not sure... The bard praised Yeats's wisdom to be almost demonic. It's possible that he had seen the clues but didn't show it... At least, when I met him, he seemed to believe what I said."

The Sea Witch said in a deep voice:

"However, according to the cautious character of the Duke of Honeysuckle... I even suspect that Yeats might ask Perron to give the ring to him for safekeeping..."

The confessional fell into silence. After a while, there was the sound of Chandler standing up.

"You can't fight Yeats head on."

Chandler whispered: "It is actually a good thing that the ring fell into his hands..." Mammon's purpose was to seduce believers and spread their faith. The reason why he chose Perron was because he valued his identity as the elven prince.

And now, he was chosen by the polytheists with a more prominent status and position to receive the ring of Mammon.

If Mammon could use the ring to bewitch Yeats' mind, it would definitely be a pleasant surprise!

The Sea Witch's voice became tense: "I have completed what you asked me to do. So how are you doing with what you promised me?"

Chandler said calmly: "Don't worry, the monastery here will continue, and more children will be saved because of your kindness."

According to Chandler's understanding, Anfia is not a direct descendant of the sea witch, but the daughter of a villager with magical talent in the local fishing village. When she was young, she was spotted by the witch in the castle on the mountain, who took her back to the castle and trained her carefully.

Anfia loved her hometown deeply and did not want it to be destroyed by the Sirens, nor did she want the local children to be displaced, so she decided to cooperate with the Knights Templar.

——At least from the outside world’s perspective, Chandler is definitely a devout believer and a trustworthy partner.

On the other hand, Amphia tells Perun about the curse on Scylla, which is half true and half false. Scylla is indeed cursed, and only true love can save her soul.

But the ritual props required a ring, which was fabricated by Anfia in order to hand the "Ring of Mammon" to Perron with full legitimacy.

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"You go back first." Chandler said calmly, "I promise you that by the tide in two days, the threat from the Maelstrom and Scylla will be completely resolved and will no longer threaten your hometown. You will be able to live peacefully in this castle in the future..."

"You... swear not to break your promise?" Anfia's voice trembled slightly.

"I swear."

A trace of greed flashed across Chandler's eyes, and he thought to himself, if the epic monster was eliminated, this town would become more prosperous.

By then, the Knights Templar can legitimately take over the town and demand more taxes from the locals...

In a corner that no one noticed, a black cat with black body, fur like the night, golden eyes, and gold jewelry hung on its body was staring at Chandler quietly.

Immediately, the black cat disappeared silently into the shadows. Even though it was covered in gold, it made no sound when it walked.

The torch lengthened the black cat's shadow, revealing a hill with a human figure sitting on a throne at the top of the hill. The hill seemed to be made of gold, or it seemed to be made of bones.

——Money, or wealth, is not only the power of Mammon, but also the culprit that causes war and unrest!
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Night falls.

The waves hit the towering cliffs, and the sound of the tides sneaks into the dreams of the townspeople with the sea breeze.

The nobles' hall was brightly lit.

In the study, Ye Zhi played with the golden ring in his hand, trying to inject a little magic power into it, but found that there was no movement.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong..."

Yeats was lost in thought as he stood up and took a book from the bookshelf, ready to spend the long night reading.

Tonight is a full moon night, and it is also the time when the moonlight drives the tides. The siren Scylla is likely to appear tonight, so Yeats does not plan to fall asleep. When he hears the siren's song, he goes to the coast with Perren.

The cover of the book was covered in dust and looked quite old. Ye Zhi was still able to master low-level spells like "Dust Removal". He lightly tapped with his fingertips to clear the dust and then turned the page.

There seemed to be a piece of paper stuck in the middle of the pages. Yeats immediately turned to the page in the middle and his eyes suddenly widened.

This is not a bookmark, it's a check!
On the Central Courtyard Continent, the Medici family of Florence had developed an early banking industry and opened up transnational businesses. At that time, the anti-counterfeiting technology for checks was not perfect, and the audit procedures were relatively loose. The bad check in Ye Zhi's hand had a complete seal, and he could use this check to withdraw all the remaining gold coins!
Could it have been accidentally left behind by the previous noble who stayed at the mansion?

Yeats picked up the check, looked at it carefully by candlelight, and couldn't help but think of embezzling the money.

I found it with my own ability, why should I return it? (wrong)
The next moment, Ye Zhi keenly sensed something strange. His master-level state of mind was actually shaken by this unexpected windfall. This was definitely the influence of external things!
Immediately, Yeats took out the gold ring from his pocket and was surprised to find that the ring was hot.

It seemed as if a voice came from the ring and echoed directly in Ye Zhi's mind!
"Treasure...my treasure..."

hum-

Yeats saw a silver light flash out from the mistletoe rooted in the Tree of Life, which seemed to invisibly shatter the body of the sound, and there was no more noise echoing in his ears.

In the silence, the mistletoe proudly flashed silver light and released waves.

How dare such scraps of metal be called treasures?

Ye Zhi was slightly startled.

There's no need to use the panel, mistletoe can solve it easily!
squeak-

The tightly closed study door opened inexplicably.

An elegant and beautiful black cat with shiny black fur was squatting at the door, its golden eyes wide open, its pupils upright, its ears erect, revealing a human-like shock.

Ye Zhi subconsciously said: "Where did this wild cat come from..."

The next moment, Ye Zhi was even more shocked, and heard the black cat speak:

"Do you understand? This is called a lucky cat!"

(End of this chapter)