Food Poems
Chapter 67 So far, it has become an art
Chapter 67 So far, it has become an art
The Temple of Youth has two tall white marble columns at the entrance, and the square in front of the stairs is crowded with citizens.
Orcs, half-orcs, humans... the free people temporarily forgot the racial differences and played, danced, and laughed around the fountain in the center of the square, immersed in the rich festive atmosphere.
In the center of the fountain is a statue of the goddess of youth, who is wearing a long skirt, carrying a fruit basket, wearing a laurel wreath, and with a gentle smile on her face. A white dove is hovering just above the statue.
Master Kendela transformed into a white dove, with the scene of the square reflected in his eyes.
A silver-haired young man appeared at the end of the street. As he walked towards the square, the citizens made way for him and looked at him with admiration.
The messenger of the Goddess of Winter and the warrior of Winter Lake City, the combination of these two identities made Ye Zhi cause a sensation in the square when he appeared on the stage.
Amid the blessings and greetings, Master Kendra noticed a faint cry and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a tall troll blocking a little girl carrying a flower basket.
The little girl was pale, she sat on the ground and trembled, shrouded in the shadow of the troll.
"Don't be afraid!" The troll waved his hands, "Ogg just wanted to ask how much the flowers are for sale!"
The white dove flapped its wings and landed on the floor tiles. Amid the exclamations of others, it transformed into an elderly wizard holding a staff, wearing a white robe, and with a thick white beard.
Kendra's expression was solemn, revealing the majesty of a magic master, and he asked the troll, "What happened?"
Og scratched his head and said, "Og wants flowers, but others are unwilling to give them to Og, so Og wants to buy one."
Kendra leaned over and helped the little girl up, while looking at the troll Ogg.
"What do you want flowers for?"
"Oger's mother is sick. I heard that sending flowers can help her get better quickly." The troll said seriously.
Candela smiled calmly: "Ordinary flowers can only provide psychological comfort. Only the long-stepped flowers blessed by the goddess of youth can have the effect of restoring health."
Oger's eyes widened: "Where is the long-step flower? How can I find it?!"
"If you want to get this flower, you have to pass the first test of the goddess of youth." Kendra stroked his beard with interest, looking at the trolls in the same way as he looked at humans. "If you want to accept the test of the goddess of youth, I will let you try. What do you think?"
There were whispers and sneers all around.
"Old sir, I am a noble and beautiful person. If I let an ugly troll take the test with me on the same stage, people will laugh at me!" said a bald man with a mustache and a violin on his back, frowning.
Kendela slowly turned his head and smiled kindly, faintly revealing the magical fluctuations of the Six-Ring Master.
"What, you have an opinion?"
The bald man's expression froze. He didn't even attend the poetry reading and hurriedly left the square.
"Ogg wants to participate." The troll stood up straight, the two fangs in his mouth reflected golden light in the sun, and his eyes were extremely determined, "Ogg wants to participate in the poetry festival!"
"The person's place in the competition is yours." Candela's eyes shone with a glimmer of kindness, "Go ahead."
Above the steps leading to the Temple of Youth.
The purple-robed wizard Philus stood at the entrance of the temple, and the amplified sound of his spell covered the entire place:
"Dear guests attending the Aurora Poetry Festival, please enter the temple one by one. The goddess of youth will give you a test in the illusion!"
Ye Zhi walked forward slowly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Perron, a handsome elf man wearing a bright red robe and looking very coquettish, winking at him.
Perun's voice came through the communication spell: "I want to present the crown of the goddess of youth to the beautiful Argonian woman Sora. I hope you can help introduce her to me...Haha, Sora, what a beautiful name!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
Just based on this great love that transcends race, you should compete to be chosen by the God of Love!
At this time, Ye Zhi looked at the particularly eye-catching troll and asked in surprise: "Ogg, why are you here too?"
Oger scratched his head and said, "Just now a wizard said that if you pass the first level of the test, you can get flowers that can restore your health. Oger wants to give it a try."
"Ha! A troll!" Peren deliberately spoke in an operatic baritone voice, exuding the arrogance of an elf, and said loudly, "Do you understand art? Do you know what poetry is? Why don't you go read my works first!"
Your works are full of sex scenes and no poetry!
This fits Yeats' stereotype of elves. I don't want to argue with him and look up at Oger:
"Just do what's in your heart, Ogg. Art is about moving others."
Oger nodded vigorously, and was the first to walk into the temple entrance, disappearing in a halo of light, followed by Yezhi and Perron.
"You have entered the test of the goddess of youth."
"You have been given a hint: Make others smile through artistic acts."
Yeats looked around and found himself in a dilapidated farmhouse. An additional piece of information came to his mind:
Now he is the child of an ordinary serf in a noble manor. He had a dispute with the child of the chief steward of the wool guild. His mother apologized and came back. He is now lying down to rest.
An act of art should also make others smile?
Yeats went to the woods and collected a basket of hallucinogenic mushrooms that would cause people to have symptoms of maniacal laughter. He stewed them into a pot of mushroom soup and personally delivered it to the butler's door.
The door was opened. The butler looked down at the mushroom soup in Yeats' hand and sneered, "You want to end this matter with a pot of broken soup?" "It's not an end. I just want to give you a dinner." Yeats said.
"Put it there." The butler pointed at the table, walked slowly over, and muttered, "It smells good..."
Immediately, the butler scooped a mouthful of mushroom soup and burst into laughter. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and laughed loudly, "You, you, hahaha!"
Yeats looked at the night sky in the dream world and calmly handed in his answer: "Cooking is art."
The illusion gradually dissipated and changed into another form. Ye Zhi thought to himself... I passed the level!
Outside the illusion, Candela observed the performance of each contestant through a mirror transformed from a water curtain and fell into deep thought.
The hint of making people smile, shouldn't it be about making the mother of the serf child smile?
So... making the butler smile is also considered a pass?
Kendra was in a weird mood, so he waved his hand and observed the performance of the next contestant.
The elf poet Perun was seen playing beautiful music by hitting the pots and pans with his knife and fork, which made the peasant woman slowly smile.
Candela nodded. Using music was a common way to pass the level.
What concerns Candela more is undoubtedly Oger's performance.
Ogg paced back and forth in the room anxiously. Suddenly, an idea came to him and he muttered to himself:
"By the way, Yeats said that art is about moving others!"
Afterwards, Oger rushed into the butler's house and beat him up.
When the mother rushed over after hearing the news, she saw Oger being surrounded and beaten by a group of guards. He held on to the bruised and swollen steward tightly and refused to let go.
From the corner of his eye, Oger saw the pale-cheeked peasant woman and grinned.
"Mom, I'm letting you out."
The peasant woman pursed her lips, tears welled up in her eyes, and she showed a bitter smile.
"I'll take you home."
Outside the illusion, Kendra blinked in surprise.
Is violence a way to get through?
Kendra looked at the gradually dissipating illusion again, confirmed that Oger had entered the next level, and nodded in assurance.
At this point, it has become an art!
The first round was over, and only Yeats, Perron and Oger entered the final assessment of the second round. The other contestants were eliminated because they were not artistic enough.
When it came to the second round of assessment, Ye Zhi looked around and found himself in the same green field with Peren and Oger. In the distance stood a figure in a white dress.
When she turned around, Yeats saw the beautiful blonde woman wearing a flower crown. She looked as kind as the sister next door and smiled gently.
"You have received a hint: Please dedicate a poem to the incarnation of the goddess of youth and gain her approval."
The elven poet Perun knelt on one knee, facing the blonde, and said with enthusiasm:
"Please allow me to sing praises of youth for you through this Ode to Youth!
Youth! The wine of life makes you sweet, if you only share it with others.
Our hearts feel the joy of heaven, if only there were a golden thread connecting them..."
Perron's poems are ornate and passionate.
However, the goddess of youth has seen too many poets singing praises of youth, and their praises are all the same.
Ye Zhi thought to himself…If you want to win her favor, you must be creative.
After Peren finished reciting the poem, the blonde looked at Oger with a calm gaze.
Oger scratched his head and said loudly: "Ah——"
The voice froze in the air, and Oger looked up at the sky and said, "I've got the flowers, Oger, withdraw from the competition!"
The next moment, the troll's figure disappeared into the illusion, leaving Peren and Yeats looking at each other.
Perron extended his hand gracefully, motioning Yeats to come forward.
The breeze blew across the grass, the skirt of the goddess of youth swayed slightly, she smiled, her golden hair was shining, her face was beautiful and flawless, and she looked eternally youthful.
Ye Zhi gazed into her bright eyes and slowly recited the famous poem that won him the championship in the game plot.
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