Food Poems

Chapter 55: God of Fraud
Ice Mirror River.

This river originates from the Dragon Snow Mountain, flows through the heart of the Kingdom of North County, and finally flows into the Ice Sea.

On the river bank, pine and fir trees stand tall, reflected in the bright mirror-like glacier. A woman with long fiery red hair holds a helmet, her light golden eyes quietly overlooking the river.

Behind Hildreud stood a dragon holding an urn. At Hildreud's nod, he came to the river and opened the lid.

The comrades who were traveling with them on this trip began to sing the ancient songs of the North.

The general meaning is that a hero, under the watchful eyes of the gods, entered a fairyland where he enjoyed countless mead and barbecue.

The ashes were scattered into the Ice Mirror River, flowing toward the invisible sea. Hildreth felt as if a huge stone had fallen from his heart, and then he felt lost and had nowhere to go.

The cold wind blew through her fiery red hair, and Hilde slowly recalled the idea proposed by Yeats. The scene of the maple forest that day gradually emerged in front of her eyes, with fiery red fallen leaves and a glimmer of faith burning in the eyes of the silver-haired boy.

Nearby, murderous intent suddenly appeared!
An assassin lifted his invisibility, and two poisoned daggers swung at Hilde like two entangled venomous snakes, crossing each other and slashing a chilling cold light.

Combat Skill: Poison Wing Double Blades!

This assassin's attainment in illusion was extraordinary. He had already silently merged with the forest, waiting for the moment when Hildreth's defense was most relaxed to launch a fatal attack.

Clang! Hildreth swung his sword to block one of the daggers.

Another dagger slashed at her neck, and Hildreth bent down, with a few strands of cut red hair fluttering. The assassin instantly turned the hilt upside down, with the dagger pointing downward, and stabbed fiercely!
However, Hildreth's long legs took the lead and kicked the assassin's wrist.

In this fleeting moment of stiffness, gorgeous sword skills that were like a dance and a storm were performed in the assassin's contracted pupils!

This woman seemed to be prepared?

How on earth did she find me!

Something was not right. The assassin raised his hand and a cloud of yellow gas flew out from his sleeve, emitting a disgusting stench, and then he hid in it.

Third-level spell, stinking cloud.

The stench and fog will provide concealment advantages to the assassins hiding in them, and even the most acute perception will be affected by the stench!

Before, Hildreth would have hesitated for a moment, but now, she raised her hand and slashed out with the Cold Mist. The biting cold mist condensed into stinking clouds, and the traces of frost revealed the assassin's figure!

He stepped forward and stabbed with a sharp sword, piercing the assassin's throat instantly. He threw the dagger in a life-threatening manner.

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Hildreth turned her head to avoid the attack, and the tip of the dagger cut her cheek, leaving small drops of blood.

"You are dead, descendant of the Red-haired King." The assassin laughed miserably, "You have been poisoned by me, even the Goddess of Darkness cannot save you!"

"The poison will take effect in ten seconds. You will go to hell with me. Hahahaha!"

Hildreth stretched out one hand, silently took out a bottle of antidote from his arms, bit open the cork, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

"..."

"..."

The assassin's laughter stopped abruptly: ???
Goddess, how could she be okay? This doesn’t make sense!

Boom!
The assassin fell to the ground with his eyes open.

Hildes looked at the empty medicine bottle and sighed softly…Yeats, I owe you a favor.

Immediately, Hildreth looked at the assassin's body, lifted his cloak with the tip of her sword, and discovered the holy emblem of the Goddess of Darkness on the cloak.

"No..." Hildreth looked alert and examined the body carefully again, finding King Harrag's snow bear family emblem.

"Despicable Harald! This must be his plot to murder the claimant to the throne!" The Argonian gnashed his teeth.

The appearance of this family emblem was full of doubts. Hildreth frowned, unable to make a judgment for a moment. Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind.

"Take the assassin's body back..."

Hildess unconsciously trusted Ye Zhi more and nodded:
"I think Ye Zhi should have a way to uncover the real murderer!"

……

Winter Lake City.

There is an ice lake with a high platform built beside the lake. The platform faces the waterfall melted from the snow-capped mountains. The waterfall flows into the ice lake and creates a rainbow.

The scene was already quite lively even before the Warriors took the stage.

Thousands of residents gathered around the icy lake, hoping to see the warriors hunting the giant moose and making offerings to the goddess of winter.

The festive atmosphere was strong, vendors roamed among the crowd selling their wares, and the girls specially changed into their most beautiful long skirts.

Lena and Grey also arrived at the scene.

Grey saw the figure of the troll Ogg at a glance. He had the little boy Rand riding on his neck and his elderly mother holding one hand. Every passerby automatically made way for him.

"Og, Rand, here!" Gray waved.

The troll came up to Gray and smiled, "It's nice to meet you, my friend."

Lena's face was a little stiff, and she thought to herself, how could humans make friends with trolls?
Then, the troll scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Ogg didn't hit the giant moose. It will take a long time to pay back the gold coins he owes Ye Zhi..."

Gray suggested, "Perhaps, you could be Yeats's bodyguard like me?"

Gray said that Yezhi's territory might be attacked by a beast tide, and hunters like Oger were exactly what Yezhi needed! The troll shook his head: "Oger has to take care of his mother."

"I didn't let you leave for long. It was at most a month back and forth!" Gray said.

The troll still shook his head, and Rand laughed at him: "Tsk, Og is such a coward!"

Oger just smiled foolishly and didn't say anything. At this time, the crowd was in an uproar, and the warriors of Winter Lake City appeared!
Yeats was wearing a thick robe with a small squirrel in the pocket. In front of thousands of citizens, he slowly walked up to the altar with huge deer antlers in his hands.

The crowd cheered loudly.

In the front row, a man in his sixties with a strong face, a rugged beard, scars on his face, and square white hair sat on a heavy draft horse with a steady gaze.

"Your Majesty, the warrior who hunted the giant moose this time has a very suspicious origin. He is a baron from the Golden Lion Kingdom. Should we keep him for interrogation?" said the Minister of the Interior.

Harrag frowned slightly: "Baron of the Golden Lion? Where is the fiefdom?"

"It is... Morning Frost Ridge." The Home Secretary said hesitantly.

Harrag frowned even more. The battle of Morningfrost Ridge twenty years ago was a tragic defeat that left a deep impression on him. William, the "Golden Lion King" who chased him over mountains and ridges, made him feel cold all over.

But, so what? William is already seriously ill, and he made the foolish mistake of not designating an heir. After his death, the Golden Lion will surely be in chaos!
Victory is only temporary, living long is the real truth!
Thinking of this, Harrag's frown gradually relaxed and he said, "Have you investigated clearly whether he wants to surrender to me?"

"Uh... According to the intelligence, this baron probably wants to participate in the Aurora Poetry Festival and gain the opportunity to be promoted to Extraordinary."

The Minister of the Interior bowed his head and said, "This baron's nickname is Rotten Wood. He has tried many methods but failed to open the Tree of Life. He must have come to the North to gamble everything."

Harrag snorted coldly: "Kuchi? How could Kuchi become a warrior of Winter Lake City!"

The Minister of the Interior: "Although this baron's aptitude is questionable, he seems to have some skills in training magical pets. It is not impossible for him to cooperate with the guards to kill the giant moose."

Harrag said coldly: "Whether he is a true warrior or not depends on whether the Winter Goddess will accept his offerings!"

at the same time.

Yeats placed the antlers on the altar and was about to pray when questioning voices arose from the crowd.

"Wait a minute!"

A hunter who had been seen in the forest that day squeezed out of the crowd, pointed at Yeats, and said loudly:

"He's a liar! He didn't kill the giant moose at all!"

An uproar immediately spread among the crowd.

King Harrag narrowed his eyes, and in order to calm the commotion, he ordered the accompanying wizard to cast the "sound magic" on him.

The king's voice suddenly echoed around the lake like thunder.

"Anyone who questions the warriors must produce corresponding evidence. If they tell even the slightest lie, they will be put to death!"

"Of course I have evidence, because I am the messenger of the Winter Goddess!"

The hunter took out a shining winter holy emblem from his bosom and said, "I was the one who killed that giant moose!"

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Ye Zhi: “…”

Brother, how dare you tell such a lie?
King Harrag glanced at the accompanying wizard. The purple-robed wizard carefully examined the holy emblem for a long time and nodded.

"It's true. What this hunter is holding is indeed the Holy Symbol of Winter."

"That means the warrior was lying?" Harrag's eyes were grim.

The purple-robed wizard said with reason:
"The holy emblem can also be forged through illusion. With this evidence alone, it is impossible to determine who is lying between the two. You can use the spell 'Realm of Honesty' to find out."

Harrag nodded and ordered his men to bring Ye Zhi and the hunter to him, and the purple-robed wizard interrogated them.

"Next, I will ask you two questions one by one, and you just need to answer yes or no, understand?" The purple-robed wizard said in a cold voice.

Ye Zhi wanted to speak, but was swept by the magical gaze of the purple-robed wizard, and the words froze in his throat.

Then, the purple-robed wizard waved his staff, and a light pink spherical area slowly unfolded.

Ye Zhi felt a magical power sweeping through his body.

The little squirrel's disdainful voice rang in my ears.

"Heh, Realm of Honesty, such a low-level lie detection method really makes this king unhappy."

The realm of honesty, a second-level spell, creates a magical area that resists lies. Creatures that enter this area cannot lie intentionally. However, they can be evasive and evasive when answering questions.

Ye Zhi thought to himself that something was wrong.

It is true that I did not kill the giant moose, so I can only answer yes or no later, which is a bit tricky.

"Listen carefully, Yeats, and answer whatever you want to answer later."

The little squirrel said proudly: "When it comes to deception, even the Goddess of Mist must respect me as her teacher!"

Ye Zhi was stunned.

The goddess of deception and illusion, also known as the goddess of mist.

You are not really deceiving your superiors, that World Tree Squirrel? !
(End of this chapter)