Food Poems

Chapter 59: The Mistweaver is fooled twice

Yeats remembered that in the story of Troll Warlord, after Og's mother died, he met a Mist Follower on his way back to the Troll Tribe.

The man's name was "Mistweaver Ellal", a fourth-ring illusionist, half-elf, his gender was a mystery, and like all Mist believers, he enjoyed deceiving people.

This group of chaotic neutral fun-loving people are opposed to committing murder for the sake of deceiving others, because this goes against the teachings of the Goddess of Mist and will lean towards the camp of the Prince of Shadows.

Oger's simple character is perfect for the Mist followers to amuse themselves with.

"I'm stupid to begin with, why are you still teasing me?"

Ye Zhi complained in his heart and glanced at the "Flawless Lie" that he had just been granted by the Goddess of Mist on the panel.

"Why do I always feel that this person was deliberately arranged by the Goddess of Mist..."

Ye Zhi shook his head. With this spell in hand, his success rate in fooling the Mist believers would be greatly improved.

Not to mention, Ye Zhi also knew the [Secret of the Goddess] which was only circulated among the high-ranking members of the Mist Sect.

Since it is difficult to determine whether two high-ranking personnel will lie to each other, when they tell the truth, they will swear by the name of 'Kirigakure', which is one of the common names of the Mist Goddess.

Swearing on the name is one of the few ways to tell if they are telling the truth.

"The Mist believers who are qualified to participate in creating chaos during the lunar eclipse must be of high status."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Maybe I can use him to my advantage. Let him deal with the shadow beast!"

Ye Zhi asked the Snow Owl to help him find traces of magic, and walked slowly along an alley in the direction it gave. Suddenly, he saw a tavern at the corner.

Yeats pushed the door open and walked in. The environment changed rapidly, and the surroundings seemed to have turned into a cemetery with numerous tombstones.

The fourth-level spell, illusion, can create an illusion that changes the terrain environment.

The atmosphere was eerie and filled with the smell of decay, and the low tones of cemetery bells echoed in the air.

Ye Zhi looked calm and said calmly:

"You have really brought shame to the Mist Sect, and you have been deceived by others."

The sound echoed in the air, and a crow with blood-red eyes landed on the tombstone.

Ye Zhi stared at the crow and said coldly:

"If you don't show up, I will spread your deeds and let the rest of the believers laugh at you!"

For the Mist Cultists, being deceived is more painful than killing them.

Behind Yeats, a faint sigh was heard, and a cypress tree in the cemetery turned into the image of a tall and thin Mist Cultist wearing a silver mask and a cloak.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" The voice was weak.

Ye Zhi: “…”

It turns out it’s behind.

It was so embarrassing. I stared at the crow for a long time.

'Mist Weaver' Ellal slumped his shoulders and felt depressed.

I had found a troll that was perfect for deception, but someone got there first and set up an illusion that made me see stars.

Now I am forced to show up again, and the other party said he would spread the news that I was deceived.

If this gets out, how can I stay in the Mist Sect?
How about I trick him first... As Elar was thinking about it, he was slightly startled.

Ye Zhi shouted coldly: "Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am."

Ellard looked up at Ye Zhi and was silent for a while.

His tone gradually became strange: "Yesterday, the Winter Lake City warrior who exposed the lies of another believer was you?"

Ye Zhi said calmly: "Do you know why I exposed her at that time?"

Without waiting for Ellard to answer, Yeats asked and answered himself:

"Because I am carrying out a mission from the Mist Goddess."

"As the messenger of the Mist, I came to Winter Lake City to implement the oracle of the Mist Goddess and spread chaos in lies and illusions."

"That believer was so smart that she didn't realize she was delaying the plan of the Goddess of Mist. I had no choice but to expose her lies and make her ashamed to enter the Goddess of Mist's kingdom!"

"Impeccable lies" automatically took effect, and every word Yeats said sounded convincing.

The Envoy of the Mist? I am the High Priest of the Mist! Ellar thought to himself.

They are all liars. You can fool your friends but don’t fool yourself!
That being said.

I have a handle in the other party's hand, so I have to find a way to make him swear not to tell anyone that I was cheated.

Ellar looked Ye Zhi up and down and said, "You call yourself a messenger of God, but where is your mask?"

The silver-plated mask is the identity symbol of the Mist Sect. No matter how much Yeats talked, he could not take out the silver-plated mask to prove his identity.

But the lady's secrecy was enough to prove her identity. Ye Zhi said slowly:

"In the name of Mist Shadow, the Goddess of Mist ordered her believers to take off their masks when performing important activities. Only when the truth is mixed in with lies can the lies be convincing." Elar's heart skipped a beat.

Misty Shadow, the secret of the Mist Goddess, is one of the most secret secrets of the entire Mist Sect. Only high-ranking personnel are qualified to access it!
Knowing this secret, the other party's identity was mostly confirmed. Ellard stared at Yeats, full of doubts, and found that he could not see through the other party's depth.

In his eyes, Yeats was just like a mortal who had not opened the Tree of Life!
"It's impossible that he didn't open even one ring."

Ellar thought to himself: "That means his illusion technique is still better than mine..."

With this in mind, the identity of the messenger of God, which was full of doubts, seems to be somewhat credible.

What's more, the illusionist has to endure great psychological pressure when he swears by the mist shadow.

Even if the Mist believers are good at lying, they will not lie in front of the gods they believe in!

Ailar lowered his posture and softened his tone. He said:

"In the name of Mist Shadow... I didn't know there was an illusionist like you in Winter Lake City this time. I would like to ask, what exactly is the plan of the Mist Goddess?"

Ye Zhi glanced at Ella: "Do you really want to know?"

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Ellar's eyes under the mask, and his tone was normal: "To be able to listen to the oracle of the Mist Goddess is the pursuit of everyone who believes in the Mist, and I am no exception!"

Ye Zhi said in a serious tone: "Okay, I can tell you, but you need to keep it a secret and participate in this operation."

Ellar was cautious and said carefully, "Lord God's Messenger...if I complete this operation, can you please not spread the news of my...ahem, mistake?"

"You mean, the time you were cheated?" Ye Zhi smiled.

Ellal nodded quickly.

"That... depends on your performance." Ye Zhi pretended to be profound.

Just for this matter, I can eat you for the rest of my life!

"..."

The flawless lies, the secrets of the fog, and Yeats's unclear tree of life all made Ellard gradually certain.

But when Yeats vaguely revealed the plan of this trip, Ellard was completely convinced and deeply shocked.

The Mist Goddess is trying to instigate a war between the Moon Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess! ?

Yes, this is exactly how the goddess acts!
The illusionist who knows such secrets is undoubtedly a messenger of God!

Ellar bowed his head respectfully and said, "Please give your instructions, Lord Divine Envoy."

He really believed it! Ye Zhi nodded slightly and said:

"I need your help to trick a third-ring wizard out of the mansion and trap him in an illusion to create an opportunity for my action."

“Three rings?” Ellal thought of the evidence in Ye Zhi’s hand and flattered him without leaving any trace: “I understand. A mage of this level, why don’t you, Lord Messenger of God, take action!”

Ye Zhi: “…”

Will it win?
Those are not ordinary three rings, they are chess pieces of the Goddess of Darkness.

Yeats did not feel sorry for Ellar's deception for a moment, and asked, "Do you have any gold coins with you?"

"There are about fifty. What's the matter?"

A poor fellow like me...Ye Zhi complained in his heart and said seriously:
"To perform a miracle, you need a lot of gold coins as materials. Although your money is far from enough, it is also a token of your appreciation to the Goddess of Mist. Give it to me."

Ellar: "My Lord, if you are short of money, don't tell such lies. I will give you the money..."

The Mist followers are habitual liars, even to their own people. Instead of being disgusted by Yeats's clumsy lie, Ellard felt a sense of familiarity.

"Ahahaha, you saw through me."

Ye Zhi smiled happily, took the bag of gold coins, and asked casually: "In the name of Misty Shadow, what is your name?"

"In the name of Mist Shadow, sir, my name is Elar."

Yeats smacked his lips secretly.

Damn, I tricked a fourth-ring illusionist!

A strange aura surged into the body and was instantly absorbed by the panel, and a prompt sound rang out.

"You deceived the followers of the Mist Goddess by posing as a messenger of the Mist Goddess."

"You have received the favor of the Mist Goddess."

"You have learned a new spell: Laughter"

"Wild Laughter: 1st level. Designate a creature you can see within range to make it laugh wildly."

Ye Zhi: “…”

The goddess of the mist seemed to be very happy to see her believers being deceived?

(End of this chapter)