Food Poems

Chapter 71 focuses on pragmatism! (Please order first!)
Ye Zhi finally understood that from now on, learning magic would be left to his own Snowy Owl.

My snowy owl can enlarge/shrink, and can also use the same spell on snow leopards, which is no different from what I can do!
"Huh?" The Snowy Owl glanced at Ye Zhi with its yellow eyes and tilted its head as if in surprise.

The old man just said the spell three times. Haven’t you learned it yet?

Ye Zhi used the new communication technique he had learned after becoming a bard to talk to Snow Owl, speaking in a strange tone:
“You’ve learned it…right?”

"Gu!" The Snowy Owl nodded.

I said, how is it possible that you can’t learn such a simple spell!

Is this the magic scholar?

Ye Zhi sighed in his heart...it seems that the owl's talent in magic is indeed better than that of a useless person like me.

Of course, if it is moonlight or shadow spells, it would be easy for me to learn them!

"It only knows the basics... After this dinner, I will teach it to fully master this spell."

The white robe wizard chewed gingerbread and said vaguely: "Let's eat first!"

The other side of the backyard.

The Yalong man reached out to catch the flying carrier pigeon, took out the letter, released it, and opened the sealing wax.

The moment the wax seal was opened, the sound magic on the letter paper began to recite automatically, and Perren's voice echoed in the courtyard.

"Ah! Beautiful Sora, you are a pearl in the desert of the southern continent, you are Helen of the Argonian tribe! For you, I, Perun, am willing to suffer the mockery of fate and dedicate the golden apple to the god of love and beauty!"

Yeats was shocked. Damn, this poem of yours is much better than the one you wrote at the Aurora Festival!
You, an elf, have great love, but you are also really perverted!

Wait.

Ye Zhi looked at Sora, who had gills on her neck and scales on her face, and the two rows of snow-white lizard fangs in her mouth, and felt strange.

Could Sora really be a beauty among the Argonians?
While I question Perron's aesthetics, perhaps Perron is the real master of appraisal?
Hirud looked at the Argonian and asked curiously, "Who is Perun?"

Sora tore up the letter and said through gritted teeth, "A dying elf."

"He was one of the contestants in today's Aurora Poetry Festival," Gray said while chewing on a piece of bread, "but he lost to Yeats."

Hildrede was extremely surprised: "Yeats won the Aurora Festival?"

The courtyard fell silent, and everyone looked at Hildreth, as if asking why he was so out of touch with the news.

A hint of embarrassment rose on Hildre's cheeks, and she calmly explained, "I'm studying the chess game in my room."

Given Hildreth's identity, it was indeed not suitable for her to go out. Ye Zhi also thought that she would soon return to Morning Frost Ridge, and it would be best to bring Hildreth and her group of Iron Oath Guard veterans with her.

At this time, another carrier pigeon flew over.

The Arlong man's forehead twitched, thinking it was another harassment letter from Peren. Gray swallowed the bread in one gulp and said loudly:
"Wait a minute! This is the carrier pigeon I released back to Morning Frost Ridge earlier!"

A few days ago, Yeats asked Grey to write a letter to tell Fucas that he would stay in Winter Lake City temporarily and would return soon.

The carrier pigeon brought back a letter from Phocas. Yeats opened the letter and read it for a while, his expression becoming increasingly complicated.

"What's wrong?" Gray asked curiously.

Yeats: "Carrot, brought back a nightmare horse."

Gray was stunned: "Nightmare horse? Isn't that the legendary monster from hell?"

Yeats: "The letter said that the nightmare horse was a mare who fell in love with Radish and was brought back to Morning Frost Ridge by Radish. Now, Fokasi is in charge of feeding it..."

"There's such a thing?" Gray was shocked.

I also find it very strange... Yeats has mixed feelings... I never knew radish could have such charm!
Shouldn't the nightmare horse be a magical beast similar to the undead or ghost?

Carrot, I didn’t expect you were a Undead Knight?

But overall, this is a good thing. After all, the fear aura of the nightmare horse can play a significant role in the beast tide.

I don’t know if Phocas... No, I should say I don’t know if Radish can calm this nightmare horse... Yeats is homesick.

Looking up at the full moon above his head, he raised his hand and injected a trace of magic power into the "Idun's Musical Instrument Brooch", and the small brooch gradually changed into the shape of a lute.

The lute is regarded as the forerunner of the modern guitar. It is one of the most popular solo instruments in the Middle-earth Continent and is deeply loved by the nobles. It can often be seen in paintings.

Yeats held the lute and slowly plucked the strings, and the power of "Repose" gradually flowed around.

Kendra, Gray, and Hildreth all looked at Yeats. The snowy owl and the snow leopard also stopped fighting and listened quietly to the music.

The melody Yeats played was "Five Hundred Miles," a classic homesickness ballad.

The musical ability bestowed by the 'Art God' makes the melody more graceful and melodious.

In Gray's eyes, Yeats playing the lute was reflected, with starlight falling on him and his fingers plucking the strings white and slender.

"Yeats... is quite good." Gray thought to herself, "The music he played is also very nice..."

A noble like him should have made an engagement long ago, right?
It's strange why I think about this.

Gray looked around and saw that everyone was immersed in the music. She stood up, leaned over, picked up a large piece of steak and put it into her bowl.

It's a good deal! Gray's eyes lit up.

When the song ended, everyone applauded softly.

Kendala seemed to see through Yeats's mind and smiled:

"After returning to Morning Frost Ridge, you might as well build a temple in your territory to worship the gods and gain their blessing for your territory."

Ye Zhi was surprised: "The temple's blessing?"

"You must have read The Iliad. Each city-state in the epic is dedicated to a god."

Kendra stroked his beard and said, "For you, it shouldn't be a big deal to think about what kind of temple to build in your territory, right?"

I see. It seems that the first temple built in the territory is particularly important.

Ye Zhi sighed... It's a pity that Guan Yu can't take care of this place, otherwise I would build a temple for Guan Yu.

The idea of ​​the first temple slowly emerged, and Ye Zhi nodded and said, "I have made up my mind."

Kendra showed a smile that he had expected, and continued, "The Temple of Art, or the Temple of Magic?"

Yeats interrupted, "I plan to build a temple to Tyr, the god of war!"

Kendra was shocked.

Aren’t you the chosen one of art?

How come you're going to your territory to worship Tyr?

Ye Zhi looked at the stunned Kendala and smiled:

"Tyr is the god of war, and he also holds justice and fairness. The scales are his holy emblem."

"The blessing of war bestowed by Him is more suitable for my territory...what do you think?" Ye Zhi deliberately asked for Xilude's opinion.

Hildre's golden eyes flickered, and he nodded:
"I can help you build the War Temple."

The Black Knight is a subordinate god of the God of War. Hildreth and her cronies have always believed in war.

Building the temple is a good opportunity to recruit the Iron Oath Guards.

In addition, the blessing of the God of War can also enhance the combat power of the territory. At present, it is more effective than the Temple of Art.

Yeats thought to himself.

Focus on pragmatism!
　Because I lost sleep after the release, my typing speed is worrying. I sat on the computer all day and typed less than 500 words per hour. There are two more chapters to go. I will start typing again after waking up. Orz, thank you all readers for your subscription support!
　　
　
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