Food Poems

Chapter 56 Yeats's Deception

By the lake, thousands of spectators were talking about the event.

The squirrel's words indirectly reminded Yeats.

Yeats sensed:
"You mean to say that this hunter who accused me of being a liar might be a liar who believes in the Goddess of Mist?"

Gods are also divided into strong and weak. The God of Fraud and Illusion is only a weaker god, not even as powerful as the Goddess of Winter.

But his priests, the 'Mist Followers', are the ones who love concealment and deception the most on the Midgard continent, and they take the greatest pleasure in creating scams and fanning the flames.

They are neither greedy for fame nor have any lofty ambitions. They lie simply for the sake of lying.

"What else? I can smell the spell of "Impeccable Lies." The squirrel said, "You won't understand this spell even if I tell you. Anyway, it's hard for you to deal with it. Let me break it."

Knowing that this is a flawless lie, it will be easy to deal with...Yeets smiled slightly.

This blessing from the goddess of mist also has its weaknesses, and Yeats knows a thing or two about it!
"It's not time for you to show up yet." Ye Zhi sensed, "Just let me handle it."

"Huh?" Zuanya was a little surprised.

The purple-robed wizard held a purple-wood staff inlaid with amethysts, and his robe was embroidered with the emblem of the Mages Guild. He had just instantly cast the two major spells of Silence and Realm of Honesty.

The black-haired man with a proud expression first glanced at the hunter holding the holy emblem, raised his hand to remove the silencing spell, and asked:

“Did you kill this giant moose?”

"Yes, sir," the hunter replied.

The purple-robed wizard looked up at the realm of honesty that was covering his head, and seeing that the fluctuations in his magic power had not changed, he looked at Ye Zhi again.

Ye Zhi took out another holy emblem of winter from his arms and handed it to the purple-robed wizard.

The purple-robed wizard was stunned, his expression showing a moment of astonishment, and even Harrag beside him narrowed his eyes.

"I am the messenger of the Goddess of Winter, and I have the magical pet bestowed by the Goddess herself to testify to this."

Ye Zhi said loudly: "Now, I suspect that this hunter is a believer of the God of Mist in disguise!"

As soon as the words fell, the plane opened.

A snow leopard walked out slowly, with the mark of winter on its forehead shining brightly!

In an instant, uproar spread across the lake, and Oger's eyes widened.

"Two divine messengers?"

"You are stupid. Ye Zhi must be the messenger of God, and the other one is an impostor!" said the little boy riding on the troll's neck.

The followers of the God of Mist are notorious in the Midgard Continent, but it is difficult to catch them. Harrag sat up slightly on horseback, and his cold eyes swept over Ye Zhi and the hunter.

"You didn't kill the giant moose at all! You must be an imposter, the messenger of God!" the hunter insisted.

This attitude made the purple-robed wizard more suspicious, but the holy emblem in the hunter's hand was real, so it was difficult to jump to conclusion.

Ye Zhi smiled calmly and said, "The key point is that the Mist Followers can use illusions to tamper with the Realm of Honesty, so first of all, we must clarify your true identity - are you a Mist Follower or not!"

As the saying goes, the key to the problem lies in grasping the key issue.

This sentence made Harrag nod in agreement. Catching the Mist Followers is more important than worrying about who killed the giant moose!
"I've never heard of what the Mist Followers are, but you seem to know a lot about them. I now suspect that you are not only a liar, but also a blasphemer of the faith in the Goddess of Winter!" the hunter bit back.

Yeats: "Let me ask you, what does the oracle carved on the wall of the Winter Temple in the Absolute Mountains, 'Winter is Coming', mean?"

The hunter had never heard of this oracle, but the other party was with a snow leopard, and was obviously a messenger of the God of Winter, so he must be prepared for this problem.

Combining the existing knowledge, the hunter was full of confidence and said loudly:
"The goddess of winter once fought a great battle with the ancient white dragon 'Isidora'. The coming of winter is meant to remind people to be careful of the white dragon - can you still stump me for this?"

The words sounded convincing and well-founded. Harrag had also heard of this before and nodded in agreement.

"well said."

Yeats praised and changed the subject.

"But the oracle just now was made up by me."

"..."

The hunter was confused.

what?
How can you, a messenger of God, make up oracles?
Ye Zhi looked at the hunter and said, "There are only murals on the walls of the Winter Temple, and there is no oracle at all! You tried to make up for it with lies, but you found that the thing to make up for does not exist!"

The hunter was startled, and suddenly pointed at Ye Zhi and said:

"You, the follower of the God of Mist, have indeed been exposed! You just made up a lie, but the Realm of Honesty did not react, which proves that you used an illusion!"

The hunter looked around, but found that no one agreed with him. Harrag and the purple-robed wizard gave him cold looks.

Yeats smiled calmly: "Poor believers of the God of Illusion, you indulge in lies and deception, but do not know language and rhetoric. Fiction does not mean lying, and it is this fictional oracle that makes you fall into the trap woven by language..."

"Under the aurora of the goddess of art and youth, before the arrows of the goddess of fishing and winter -" Yeats' tone turned cold: "Cunning man, repent!"

Boom!

Thunder rumbled above the ice lake.

The winter goddess seemed angry because she had not received the offerings for a long time.

The people looked up at the sky in worry, then turned their angry eyes to the hunters.

I don’t understand the logic, but Ye Zhi has the Snow Leopard and the Holy Emblem, so he is obviously more trustworthy than the hunter with only the Holy Emblem!

The hunter's face melted and flowed like mercury. A large amount of mist poured out from him and turned into a petite woman. She retreated quickly and was about to disappear into the mist.

At the same moment, in Ye Zhi's pocket, the squirrel Diaoya blinked in surprise.

You just relied on your rhetoric to deceive the Mist believers?
The squirrel covered his mouth happily... The more I look at this guy, the more I like him!
"Oh, it really is a fog evil creature."

The purple-robed wizard looked stern, and with a flick of his staff, a huge ice crystal suddenly rose from the ground, firmly sealing the human figure in the mist into the ice!
With a crackling sound, the ice shattered, and the woman was embedded in the surface of the ice crystals. Her limbs were imprisoned by the ice crystals, and she wore a silver-plated glass mask on her face. She said loudly:
"I bring you a prophecy from the Goddess of Mist! In two days it will be the night of the lunar eclipse. There will be great chaos in the city. Please witness it!"

The voice spread among the crowd.

"Chaos? That's not good for business." The red-haired wolf girl frowned.

"Just a liar." Gray said, and was stunned for a moment.

No, what I just said seems to be true!

呲.

The purple-robed wizard released an icicle that pierced through the chest of the mist believer and said coldly:

"Death is imminent, and you still want to deceive people."

A large amount of mist poured out from the wound, and the Mist Priest said with a smile:
"Death is just an illusion. Like rumors and deception, it is something that can add fun to life...ah...I see it, the fog of death..."

The voice gradually became lower towards the end.

The purple-robed wizard Frostspeaker Philus frowned, he did not dare to conclude whether the Mist Followers were really dead.

He used the wizard's hand to remove the silver-plated glass mask of the Mist Follower and found that there was another mask inside, which was already integrated with the skin.

Philus looked disgusted.

The God of Illusion is just a weak god subordinate to the Goddess of Magic. Legend has it that she is dead, but there are still active Mist believers on the continent who claim that they can communicate with the God of Illusion.

No one dared to believe what the Mist Followers said. These despicable wizards took pleasure in fraud and deception.

Because of this, it was particularly surprising that the young man was able to trick himself into revealing his identity as a Mist Follower.

Philus turned around, looked deeply at the silver-haired boy, and nodded politely.

"I'm sorry that you encountered something unpleasant, Winter Messenger."

Ye Zhi nodded and said, "In fact, I did come here with the oracle of the goddess of winter, so I would like to ask you to take me to see His Majesty the King."

Philus said in a strange tone, "Is this oracle...true or false?"

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Of course it's true!"

At this time, the prompt sound sounds.

"You discovered and deceived a follower of the Mist, bringing great joy to the Mist Goddess."

"You have been blessed by the Goddess of the Mist."

"Blessing of the Immaculate Lie: This spell makes any lie the caster tells sound convincing, rendering lie detection spells ineffective, and thwarting mind-reading magic that reveals lies (causing real thoughts to be hidden behind random thoughts)."

Ye Zhi: “…”

Oh no, the old house girl is here!

The reason why the Mist Goddess is called an old-school girl is because she is a goddess who likes to use a fake persona to hook up with men and girls, but once she gets a date, she will retreat back into the mist.

She hid behind various illusions and only made friends with the Shadow Prince.

Later, the Shadow Prince cut off part of the illusion priesthood, resulting in the promotion of wanderers to tricksters.

The God of Fraud could actually be deceived by a scumbag, which really discredits the position of fraud priest... It is also possible that she wanted to take the opportunity to expand the number of illusionists.

Overall, this blessing is very powerful.

Yeats nodded with satisfaction.

Even if I encounter a Shura field in the future, I can get away with it by lying flawlessly... probably!
(End of this chapter)