Food Poems

Chapter 62 Reward from Diamond Teeth

dawn.

The morning light once again illuminates Winter Lake City, bathing the streets and buildings in golden light.

In the city lord's castle, a figure quickly flew in from the window of the office. Frostspeaker Philus fell back into his chair, his face still filled with shock, and his hands and feet felt cold.

Last night, a strange scene of purple eyes and silver eyes confronting each other appeared in the night.

The confrontation between the two powerful wills and the brewing terrifying atmosphere made Philus almost think that he was going to die here!

Although the last two gazes slowly dissipated, and several hours had passed since the incident ended.

Philus was still in shock, immersed in the panic of facing the will of God last night. Trembling all over, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Pfft—why is it hot!"

"My lord, you said that you have a special physique and that you should use 'Firethorn Tea' to harmonize your magic power frequently. We did as you said." The servant was nervous.

As a genius of ice magic, Philus was able to store water elements in his body, but this also caused him to suffer from chills.

The servant was only doing what he was told, so it is not right to be angry.

Philus picked up the teacup with a look of toothache on his face, blew away the floating flame thorns, sipped the hot tea slowly, his eyes flickering.

"There must be an evil creature in Winter Lake City to cause such a huge disaster. It might be the incarnation of the devil!"

"I went after that Mist Follower, but ended up falling into a trap—"

Philus stamped his cold feet in anger:
"The key is that they didn't catch the fourth-ring illusionist either. How hateful!"

At this moment, a gray owl flew into the window. Philus recognized it as a messenger from the Mages Guild at a glance, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Immediately, the invisible wizard's hand beside Philus grabbed the round-headed owl.

Owl: ゞ◎Д◎ヾ
The sealing wax was printed with the magic book emblem of the Mages Guild. Philus opened the letter brought by the owl, but found the paper empty.

Philus stretched out his cold finger and lightly poked the paper. The spell of "psychedelic manuscript" failed and the words appeared.

"Master Kendra is coming to Winter Lake City to investigate the source of the magic riot?"

Philus was shocked.

Kendela, one of the seven councilors of the Mages Guild, possesses profound knowledge of magic and is an elderly and wise man. It is rumored that he has entered the realm of a legendary wizard!
Whether the rumor is true or not, Philus does not know, but Kendara was supposed to be stationed at the headquarters of the Mages Guild on Rune Island. The fact that he crossed most of the Midgard continent to the northern Winter Lake City for investigation shows how serious the situation is.

The letter also mentioned that Master Kendela had already arrived at the teleportation array of the Oslo National Arcane Academy through teleportation, and sent this letter before rushing to Winter Lake City.

"This is a big shot who is suspected to be a legendary wizard..."

Philus was both expectant and worried, muttering to himself:

"Before he comes, I must first check all the suspicious people in the city one by one and find the Dark Night believer from last night!"

The next moment, the face of Baron Yeats of Morning Frost Ridge flashed through Philus' mind.

"No, he is not even a ring, and he is also the Messenger of Winter. It is impossible that he is the one who caused this dispute."

Philus drank a sip of the already cold tea and thought:
"Eric is very suspicious. There are rumors that he has a talent for magic. I will check him first!"

Without hesitation, Philles led three of his confidants to the noble district. Seeing that Eric's mansion was eerily quiet, they went straight in to investigate and then found Eric's body in the basement.

There were still traces of the Dark Night Magic Circle on the ground. The clues matched one by one, and Philus gradually figured out what happened:

"Eric is a believer in the Dark Night. He caused the Dark Night Goddess' will to descend upon Winter Lake City. The Moonlight Goddess, who had sensed the movement, followed shortly afterwards..."

But last night was the night of a lunar eclipse. How could the Moon Goddess be aware of what was happening here?

Philus pondered over it but could not figure it out. On his way back, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the golden light reflected by the snow-capped mountains outside Binghu City, and he suddenly realized something as if he was enlightened.

"I see!"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The servant was startled.

Philus smiled but said nothing.

Yeats is the messenger of winter, and the goddess of winter is a subordinate god of the goddess of moonlight.

It must be the Winter Goddess who provided information to the Moonlight Goddess, which allowed her to arrive in time!

Yeats played a great role in this incident!

"Thank you, Lord God—"

Philus sighed and ordered, "Come here, deliver a spell scroll I wrote by hand to the Chamber of Commerce Post Station and say it is a small gift from Frostspeaker Philus to Baron Yeats."

"As ordered!"
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Last night, after the night returned to silence.

Ye Zhi, Gray, and Hilde returned to an attic in the Chamber of Commerce Inn under the invisibility illusion provided by Zuanya.

The three of them were so exhausted that they slept on the carpet in the attic without caring about their status or relationship. Zuanya followed Yezhi's request and secretly went out of the city to find the Mistweaver Ellal and told him:

"The Mist Goddess is very satisfied with your performance, but you must leave here as soon as possible and completely forget everything that happened between you and the Goddess, so as not to reveal the Mist Goddess's plan."

Ellar had no idea that the squirrel in front of him had extraordinary abilities. He just stared up at the night sky and said in a lost voice:
"In the name of Misty Shadow... it would be worth dying to be able to see what happened last night!"

This compliment made Zuan Ya feel very comfortable, and he said, "The messenger of God asked me to ask you, where are you going next?"

Ellal wore a silver-plated glass mask and spoke in a humble tone:

"In the name of Mist Shadow, I intend to practice and digest this experience.

Thanks to the guidance of the Lord God's Messenger, I am confident that I have a great understanding of illusion.

I will just wait for the Walpurgis Night in May next year to come out again and spread the teachings of the Mist to those witches!"

The next day, Ye Zhi woke up and sat by the windowsill where the sun was shining directly on him. He looked at Zuanya, who had brought back the message, with a look of surprise.

"Walpurgis Night?"

"It's also called Witch Night. A large group of witches will gather on Brocken Hill to create illusions and have fun. Mortals who accidentally enter will go into shock and die due to the supreme bliss they feel." Diamond explained.

Ye Zhi remembered that this was another spring event in Phantom Wings, and the witch's rewards were very good.

But even if we want to go, we have to wait until we get through this winter and kill the ancient white dragon.

The three of them went downstairs to have breakfast first, and in order to avoid misunderstanding, they went downstairs separately. But this could not escape the sense of smell of the Arlongian, and she smelled the scent of Yeats from Hildreth.

The dragon man pulled Hildre aside and hissed, his tone a little strange, but with natural curiosity.

"Lord Hildreth, are you..."

Hildreth realized it later, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her light golden eyes. She scratched her long red hair that was a little frizzy, and her face flushed slightly with embarrassment.

"Don't get me wrong, I just...played chess with Yeats all night."

Argonian: (д)
You like to scratch your hair when you lie. Do you think I can't see it?

Love between men and women is common sense, and the nobles and the claimant to the throne are well matched. Even Lord Hilde's lie is too lame.

Played chess all night?
If Lord Yeats accidentally wins a game from you, I'm afraid he'll be beaten black and blue by you!
On the other side.

In the Chamber of Commerce hall, Ye Zhi took the exquisite scroll handed to him by Lena and asked curiously, "What is this?"

The red-haired wolf girl crossed her arms and shrugged. "Philos sent someone to deliver it just now, and specifically sent it to you. He probably wants to make friends with you, the messenger of God."

Ye Zhi glanced at the spell scroll, but couldn't understand the runes on the wax, so he summoned a snowy owl to fly over.

It landed on Yeats's shoulder, with a flash of surprise in its yellow eyes, then raised its head proudly and answered, "Gu!"

This is a three-ring frost spell scroll, snow and rain storm!

Ye Zhi: “…”

The third ring is beyond my ability, so I'll just give it to A-owl and let him study it on his own.

Snowy Owl tilted his head: "Gu?"

But you can’t even understand a first-level spell scroll?
Yeats tactical blackface.

Shut up, you'll understand once I get promoted.

Moreover, I can become a magic genius with affinity for shadow and moonlight!

Having said that, the battle between the goddesses is over, and according to the agreement, it is time to ask for rewards from Zuanya.

Ye Zhi raised this matter to Zuanya, who looked mysterious and said that since the three of them were acting together, Gray and Hilde would also have a share of the reward.

Ye Zhi thought it made sense, so he called Gray and Hilde back to the attic. The three of them sat cross-legged on the carpet, all staring at the little squirrel in the middle.

The squirrel spread out his palms, with energy surging on his palms, condensing into an apple, shining with clear golden light.

The three people's eyes were straight.

"Golden, golden apple?!" Ye Zhi said in shock.

Hildreth was shocked. "The golden apple mentioned in the epic poem "Iliad" that caused the dispute between the god of love and beauty, the god of fertility, and the god of magic?"

Gray tilted her head: "It looks delicious?"

Squirrel Diaoya chuckled, with a sly gleam in his eyes.

"To be precise, it's the apple of youth!"

(End of this chapter)