Food Poems

Chapter 57: I used to sneer at it, but now I learn it word by word
The Mist Cultists love to create chaos, and with the lunar eclipse approaching, this group of fun-loving people will definitely not miss it.

It is very difficult to determine the true identity of the Mist Followers, but according to Squirrel Diamond Tooth, all deceptions and means of fanning the flames are invisible to it.

Yeats had great respect for this little squirrel who dared to stir up trouble between the two powerful gods, Moonlight and Dark Night.

Zuan Ya likes Ye Zhi more and more.

If you dare to deceive the Mist believers now, you will dare to deceive the Mist Goddess in the future.

You kid, you are born to be a liar!

After the interlude, the Ice Lake Ceremony continued. Yeats placed the deer antlers on the platform, and priests on both sides chanted hymns.

"You have received the blessing of the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter. The efficiency of you and your pet in learning frost spells has greatly increased."

Ye Zhi understood clearly that with this blessing, Snow Owl could master the third-level frost spell when he was at the second level.

My snowy owl's magical talent has improved significantly.

At noon, the Ice Lake Festival came to an end and the citizens returned to Winter Lake City to discuss what had happened today.

"Lord Yezhi is actually a messenger of God." Rand said excitedly while sitting on the neck of the troll Ogg, "This is much more powerful than an adventurer!"

"Oger knew it, Oger's friends are very powerful!" Oger laughed.

Gray complained: "In fact, Yeats's real talent is cooking... Of course, his sophistry is also first-rate."

He was already good at deceiving people.

If Yeats really becomes a bard who uses [Language Magic], he won't be able to deceive even the Mist Believers!
We should use legal means against liars...Gray nodded slightly.

It’s decided. I’ll study the Northern Code all night long tonight!
The old woman walked aside. After learning about Ye Zhi's identity as a divine messenger, she seemed to have made up her mind and said slowly:

"Ogg, if Lord Yeats needs your help, then go with him."

The troll lowered his head, looked at the hunchbacked woman, and asked in surprise, "Mother?"

"I am old," the old woman said with a smile, "and you and Rand still have a long way to go."

The troll no longer had a smile on his face, and his voice became deeper and a little hoarse:
"But mother, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if I leave you... I'll become the kind of person I don't want to be..."

"Og, don't worry about me, and don't be afraid."

The old woman reached out, grasped the troll's dark blue fingers, and whispered, "No matter what kind of person you become, you are my child."

The troll's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at Rand on his neck. Rand smiled, and Og couldn't help but smile as well.

Gray watched this scene and felt a little emotional.

That’s great, but unfortunately I didn’t know where my parents were when I was born, so I was raised by the elders.

These old guys live high up in the mountains and know nothing about human society! I only had the courage to come down the mountain after I had memorized all the laws of mankind!

I had just been traveling in Golden Lion when I met Yeats…

Gray couldn't help but imagine the silver-haired boy smiling as if he had a plan for everything.

"Besides the food they cooked was inedible."

Gray muttered, "Yeats still has many advantages..."

the other side.

Under the guidance of the purple-robed wizard Philus, Ye Zhi met "Iron Bone" Harrag.

Observing the king up close, his iron-blooded aura is overwhelming, and his majestic gaze is too daunting to look directly at.

Harrag sat on a chair in a tent, with a whole tiger skin hanging on the wall behind him. He stared at Yeats and said:

"The Baron of Morningfrost Ridge is completely different from the rotten wood in the rumors."

In the Middle Ages, the rank of nobility did not equate to strength, and it was common for barons to challenge the king.

Yeats went straight to the point and said:

"You are too kind. The reason I came to see you this time is because I received the oracle from the Winter Goddess..."

Yeats conveyed the news to the king that the ancient white dragon "Isidora" might awaken, and said that the goddess of winter hoped that the North would be prepared for battle.

Harrag's face was as gloomy as water. He was silent for a long time, then nodded and said, "Thank you for the message you delivered, Messenger of God."

According to the plot of Phantom Wings, the lunar eclipse is coming, and Harrag has already left Winter Lake City before that. Ye Zhi dare not let him participate in the battle. If this important NPC dies, the subsequent plot will be out of control, and his greatest advantage as a prophet will be lost.

With the idea of ​​making friends, Yeats handed over the bag of seeds.

"This is a small gift from me to His Majesty the King. Please accept it."

Harrag: "What is this?" "Honeysuckle seeds can survive tenaciously even in cold regions. They symbolize that the Kingdom of Northshire has survived the cold wave and ushered in spring under your rule, King." Yeats spoke nicely.

Harrag laughed.

Philus, who was standing by, looked at Yeats humbly.

As expected of God's messenger, everything he said was a work of art.

I used to scoff at it, but now I learn it word for word!

Just for this bag of seeds, Yeats received a reward of one hundred gold coins from the king, which was enough to exchange for ten cows.

Add to that the three hundred gold coins from hunting the giant moose and an enchanted saddle, Yeats's trip was a great harvest!
"Traveler's Saddle: Excellent. A magical saddle designed for long-distance travel. You won't get tired from riding. Enchantment: Skilled in riding. You can skillfully control all kinds of riding mounts."

There were a total of four hundred gold coins, which would have to be put into a small copper box. Ye Zhi couldn't help but envy those wizards who had space bags.

The space bag, which is a common storage ring in novels about cultivating immortals, is very valuable in this world, costing at least 3000 gold coins, and can hold more than 200 kilograms of goods.

"If I had a space bag, I would stuff it with all kinds of kitchen utensils, spices, ingredients, and potions."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Magic is not about fighting and killing. Magic is about treating people to a meal and the ways of the world!"

*
On the way back to the Chamber of Commerce Inn, Ye Zhi met the returning Shilude and his group.

She stood on the gravel road in front of the post station, wearing a sheepskin cloak that covered her striking red hair. She saw Ye Zhi out of the corner of her eye, her golden eyes flashed slightly, and she pursed her lips and nodded.

Ye Zhi walked forward and took a look at the cart pulled by the Asian dragon people. On the cart were sacks filled with what looked like potatoes. He asked curiously, "What is this? Food?"

"It's a corpse." The Argonian said in a deep voice, "An assassin tried to kill Lord Hildreth. We brought his body back. We would like to ask you to help verify his true identity."

Ye Zhi was stunned, and ordered the Yalong people to take the sacks and go to the backyard with Hildre.

When he opened the sack, a foul smell wafted out. Yeats held his breath and took out a small squirrel from his pocket, saying:

"Can you tell his identity, Diamond?"

Zuanya curled his lips and said, "Another believer of the Mist. Their silver-plated glass masks are really unacceptable in terms of taste—"

"In my opinion, it should be made into a diamond mask, with diamonds inlaid together, hard and shiny!" said Diamond with his arms folded.

Yeats complained: "Then the poor cannot be mist believers."

"That's their business, none of my business!" Zuanya puffed up his cheeks.

A look of surprise appeared in Hildre's indifferent golden eyes: "A talking squirrel?"

Diamond glanced at Hildreth and said, "The Black Knight's Chosen One? Did you know that? That old woman's chess character is terrible. She always regrets her moves and even says that this is part of the strategy!"

Hildes was surprised and amazed that a squirrel knew such a secret, but she also knew it was not convenient to ask directly.

Talking about chess quality, Hildreth's face turned slightly red. He coughed guiltily and changed the subject: "So...how did you confirm that he is a believer of the Mist?"

Zuanya jumped off Ye Zhi's palm, came to the front of the corpse, and used its two little claws to tear off the assassin's face, revealing a shiny silver-plated mask.

"Look," said Zuanya, "next time you encounter a suspected scammer, you can try to peel off their skin. Maybe you will get a surprise!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

I’ve seen Zhou Paopi before, but this is the first time I’ve seen a squirrel skinning itself!

*
For the next two days, Ye Zhi stayed at the Chamber of Commerce inn, waiting for the arrival of the lunar eclipse night.

During this time, Snowy Owl successfully breaks through the second ring, which shocks Grey.

"I haven't even reached the second ring yet, and it's already been promoted?!"

The Snowy Owl lowered its head to take a sip of the black tea, then raised its head proudly with a look of disdain.

There is no such thing as a genius. He just uses his sleeping time to study!

Yeats sat on the windowsill, with his chin on one hand, teasing the little snow leopard with a piece of sage.

The little snow leopard seized the opportunity and suddenly pounced on Ye Zhi, but was grabbed by the back of the neck by Hildreth with her bare hands. She had a stern face and coldly taught Ye Zhi:

"The snow leopard is a ferocious beast. Even if you sign a contract with it, you will still get hurt."

Yeats: "What you are teaching is..."

"Tonight is the night of the lunar eclipse."

The little squirrel stood on the windowsill, looked up at the sky, laughed like annoyed, and rubbed his hands.

"The show is about to begin!"

(End of this chapter)