Chapter 402 The Sun King’s friendship, natural body training
"Since gluttony is so dangerous, it is even more necessary for me to control it by my side!"
Yeats said righteously: "It is our duty to eradicate famine!"
Mammen was stunned and looked at Yeats, thinking that she had never seen you have such a sense of justice before!
"Yeats is a gourmet. As long as the food provided contains enough energy, it can satisfy the appetite of [Gluttony], and naturally he can make the 'living Gluttony' obey his orders!" said Zuanya.
Mammon nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Okay, when I get to the location where Gluttony once appeared, I should be able to find the traces it left, and then I will remind you!"
It was already dark, but the lights in the study were still on. Yeats knocked on the door, and Gray's sleepy voice sounded: "Please come in~"
"Yeats?" Gray rested her elbows on the desk, held her chin in her hands, and blinked her bright eyes, "What's the matter?"
"Tomorrow I'm going to the Guild of Food and Drinks in Montmartre to travel with King Roland. It's not convenient for me to bring my family with me..." Yeats said, "I have to wrong you and Herod to stay in the manor for a few days. .”
Gray didn't hear the second part of the sentence at all. Gray focused all his attention on the word "family". He put his hands on the chair, swayed on his feet, and said with a smile:
"I understand! Just feel free to act! Remember to contact us in advance if there is danger!"
Yeats was speechless. He only dared to express his feelings in front of Gray and said helplessly:
"The biggest danger... is probably the Sun King Louis."
"Huh? Why do you say that? Isn't he very friendly to you?" Gray asked strangely.
"Because he is too friendly, I suspect that he may have ulterior motives." Yeats frowned, "I can't even see what he is thinking... It's as if... there is another soul hidden in his body..."
Gray tilted his head: "Perhaps it's because you have similarities that he pays special attention to you?"
Yeats was startled.
The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear.
With faith in Gray's wisdom, Yeats asked Gray for help: "Where?"
Gray clasped her fingers and said: "For example... you have achieved great results at such a young age. You are the only two of your peers who have become six-ring masters, right?"
"For another example, you all like art."
"Also, Louis calls himself the Sun King. Does that have something to do with the God of the Sun?" Gray held her chin, thinking hard, and then said, "Yeats, you are very similar to the God of Light! The God of the Sun is also the God of Light. God’s obedience——”
"Supernatural beings of the same type will attract each other!" Gray vowed.
Yeats was stunned. Faced with Gray's intrusive reasoning, his eyes slowly shimmered.
"According to my intuition, you might become friends, maybe?" Gray said with a worried look, "Because Yeats, you seem to have few friends of your own age... I think King Roland should It's the same, right..."
Yeats fell into a still state, frozen, and Gray said cautiously: "What did I say wrong?"
Thumb thump thump——
Yeats walked to the desk, hugged Gray's cheek, kissed her fiercely, and laughed:
"Gray, you are indeed a genius at catching the fish of wisdom!"
After Gray's analysis, Yeats suddenly felt enlightened!
Before, because I had too many vests on my body, I always suspected that the secret was leaked in front of King Roland, but why is it the same with King Roland?
There is no need to think twice, since King Roland admires art... then let art make friends!
Gray's brain shut down and she was stunned for three seconds. Her cheeks suddenly turned red and she stumbled:
"I, I can't help much..."
"No, having you by my side is a big help to me!" Yeats laughed.
Straight ball!
The blush on Gray's face became more and more obvious, and she tried to bury her head in the code and said: "I want to... study!"
He was chewing melon seeds with his teeth, and when he turned his head to look, Mamen was also staring attentively.
Suddenly, Drill Tooth became a little worried.
[Gluttony] If it joins the team, won’t it snatch my melon seeds?
No, I have to trick Gluttony into grabbing Mammon’s cat food!
The next day.
early morning.
The sun shines on the Mithril Castle on the top of the cliff, and the silver-white bricks and stones shine. The castle standing above the vast clouds and mist is majestic.
When Yeats arrived, Louise was already dressed up, wearing a gorgeous golden brocade robe with white mink velvet edges. The lower body was wearing white lace leg rings, trousers and high heels. When he saw Yeats, he showed a bright smile.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Duke."
This king is simply the most beautiful man Yeats has ever seen. He is indistinguishable from male to female and is full of mysteries.
Yeats suspected that Ms. Black Rose was Louis' vest, but there was no concrete evidence, so he had to suppress his suspicions, lowered his head and said:
"See King Roland."
"No need to be polite." Louis pointed to a chariot parked on the edge of the cliff and said, "You ride with me on the Sun Chariot to participate in the celebration."
Yeats was surprised and said: "The sun chariot of the sun god galloping across the sky?"
According to legend, the Sun God rides on a sun chariot pulled by four flaming horses, galloping in the sky every day, from east to west, rising in the morning and setting in the evening, so that the light shines on the world. His vehicle is the famous "Chariot of the Sun". 】.
Louis shook his head and said: "It's just an imitation, but I put a lot of effort into it and asked craftsmen to draw a lot of blazing sun runes... Your Excellency, please."
This chariot is gleaming with gold, exuding the brilliance of the sun. The body is made of pure gold, with golden wings spread out and about to fly carved on both sides. The interior of the chariot can accommodate many people standing side by side, and is covered with red velvet carpets. The hood is woven with gold threads and engraved with golden runes.
Yeats boarded the chariot, and Louis held the reins, with golden fighting spirit igniting in his palms.
With the pouring of fighting spirit, the chariot of the sun ignited with blazing fire, and the divinity of the blazing sun formed four neighing fire horses in front of the empty chariot!
This fire horse is not a living thing, it is the manifestation of elements and magic, but it has human intelligence. With Louis' order, the four fire horses immediately pulled the chariot and rushed towards the clouds!
This imitation sun chariot was galloping above the sea of clouds, its tail flames casting down streaks of light.
Yeats was secretly surprised that the speed of this chariot was much faster than that of an airship. It also had the effect of strengthening the Yang divinity and could also come in handy in air battles.
There is a real "Moon Chariot" in the Moonlight School, but it is the vehicle of the Moon God, and he himself wants to use it.
Even the Moon Divine Chosen is not qualified to use the Moon Chariot... Yeats thought to himself... But maybe, there is a chance to borrow it from her?
Viewed from a high altitude, Roland's scenery was beautiful, and the two of them admired it together.
At this time, Yeats heard the infinite hope in Louis' tone and said with emotion:
"If it were a real sun chariot, it could travel outside this world... Looking at the atrium from outside the world, I don't know how beautiful it would be."
Yeats heard the implication of Lewis's ambition, which was arrogant and pure compared to the sun god's ambition.
The rays of light lit up the sea of clouds, and the red light spread across the sky. Yeats slowly exhaled and felt the same.
"However, the sun god also has the troubles of the sun god. He must rise in the east and set in the west every day, and must not make mistakes for thousands of years." Yeats paused for a moment and said, "This eternal power may also be an eternal shackles."
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A deep luster flashed through Lewis's eyes, and he said slowly:
"I don't understand... Shouldn't people take the initiative to pursue power? Even if it is a shackle, it is better than living in mediocrity!"
"Isn't it good to live an ordinary life?" Yeats asked.
"Not good!"
Louis spoke decisively, standing on the sun chariot galloping above the clouds, pointing his finger at the dazzling sun above the sea of clouds, and said loudly:
"See! That's what I love, my ideal, everything I want to pursue!"
The arrogant young king was angry, angry that he was not understood, or felt sorry for him.
Louis' eyes were burning with passion and fire, as if he wanted to fight against the whole world and look up at the scorching sun.
"Like Icarus flying towards the sun!" Louis spread his arms.
"Even if your wings are melted and you fall into the sea - you have to get closer to the sun, even closer!"
Yeats mused.
Icarus is a character in Greek mythology who flew towards the sun with wings made of wax and feathers. Because he flew too high, the wax on his wings melted by the sun, and he fell into the sea and died.
The wings that Louis added to himself...are they the wings of an angel or a devil?
Suddenly, Louis fell silent, his hysterical appearance became quiet for a moment, and whispered:
"The flame won't understand the moth, but why does the moth need it to understand..."
"Putting out fires is what I have to do, what does it have to do with fire?" Louis looked at Yeats, as if asking, but also talking to himself.
Yeats was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "You, living in your own world... are really selfish!"
Louis was stunned. As a king of a country, no one had ever said such disrespectful words to him.
After all, he and Yeats are the same age... At such an age, it is very rare for human beings to achieve such achievements. It is rare for the two to have a common topic.
Louis lowered his head slightly, chewing on Yeats's words. After a while, he shook his head dumbly, smiled and said:
"Aren't you the same as me?" "Yes."
Yeats sighed and looked at the sea of clouds.
“Of course it’s wonderful to stick to one side, but you also need to make more friends.”
"Friends are the reason for being strong!"
Yeats thought to himself, This is why I have always been friends with the gods!
"Friend...?"
Louis murmured softly, and was silent for a long time, as if he was using this word for the first time, and hesitantly said:
"Then we are considered friends?"
"Of course!" Yeats said cheerfully, "One of my hobbies in life is to make friends!"
Louis' eyes flashed slightly, he lowered his head and said nothing, chuckled to himself, and shook his head dumbly.
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"What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at someone who is so bold and dares to be so disrespectful to the king of a country."
"Excuse me, who are you?"
The sun rises slowly, and the sunlight reflects the sea of clouds brilliantly golden.
Young men and young men rode in carriages in the clouds, pushing, slandering, and joking with each other.
The glow is in full bloom, just like youth.
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The carriage arrives at Montmartre.
The president of the Food Guild personally led everyone to the top of the mountain to greet him.
The Sun Chariot descended slowly, Yeats and Lewis tacitly understood each other and assumed their usual majestic demeanor.
Hula la——
The president of the guild and his entourage knelt down and shouted greetings.
"See His Majesty the Sun King! Meet Duke Honeysuckle!"
The president of the Food Guild is a hale and hearty white-haired old elf wearing loose robes. He has a pointed head, long eyebrows, and a scar on his face. His appearance can be described as fierce among the handsome elves.
This elf's chest muscles and biceps are extremely developed, and even his loose clothes cannot stop his explosive muscles, which is very different from the stereotype of an elf being thin.
Yeats couldn't help but take another look, his eyes showing shock.
I have a very deep impression on this president... In the original plot, this guy is an elf who can tear off his clothes and fight hand to hand!
Varian, the president of the Food and Food Association, is a gray-haired elf who is also an elderly group among the elves.
He doesn't like magic, but loves combat skills, and because elves worship nature, Varian created his own set of "natural body training".
The so-called natural body refining refers to breaking through extraordinary bottlenecks and achieving level promotion by relying solely on physical strength without drinking magic potions...
Even among the professions of warriors and knights, there are very few natural body refiners, who more or less rely on magic potions to advance.
Varian, on the other hand, is a leader in the so-called "natural body training" school. He claims to have never used drugs! The training method is extremely difficult and there are very few successful cases!
Varian is now the Master of the Sixth Ring. Over the past 100 years, some people have often doubted Varian's "natural body refining" theory, suspecting that he betrayed the goddess of nature, drank war potions, and switched to the embrace of the god of war.
It's really because this elf Laoden is very good at fighting, and it's easy to tear apart the Tyrannosaurus with his bare hands!
Varian has never drank magic potion, and it is quite terrifying to cultivate his combat skills and physical body to this extent just by relying on the so-called "natural body refining"!
However, Varian has his own logic... Although he doesn't drink potions, he often takes supplements!
The method of eating and drinking can also improve physical fitness, and can also help extraordinary people to advance, and it does not violate his principle of "natural body training".
Varian studied the art of gastronomy, and after hundreds of years, he finally became the president of the Cuisine Guild!
"Your Majesty, the preparations for the sacrificial ceremony of the God of Agriculture have been completed and are waiting for you to preside over it!" Varian said respectfully.
The Harvest Festival is to worship the God of Agriculture, and a wine festival is also held to worship the God of Dionysus. The festival is quite grand, and only nobles with extremely high status are qualified to host it.
Louis nodded slightly, and according to traditional customs, he performed sacrifices in a barn-shaped temple of Saturn, and ordered Yeats to play the sacrificial music.
Among the musical spells mastered by Yeats, there is indeed a piece specially used to worship the God of Agriculture, called "Harvest Song", which can promote the growth of crops and is also suitable for sacrificial occasions.
Looking at the musical instrument Yeats took out, Louis's eyes flashed with surprise and he said in amazement:
"Light Lyre?"
"Good eyesight." Yeats admitted generously.
Any musician will be moved by the lyre of the God of Light! That is the source of the laws of music!
Louis's envious look disappeared in an instant, and he said calmly: "Let's play music."
Yeats's music was unanimously praised by the officials present. The muscular old elf Varian even applauded vigorously and was deeply moved.
The celebration ceremony lasted for one morning and came to an end. In the afternoon, there was a food festival. People and guild members came to the open-air market on the Montmartre hill to make delicious food on site to share with everyone. Ordinary food can be eaten by everyone for just one silver coin, but the food prepared by the gourmet chef is more expensive, and a separate venue has been specially opened, and admission requires five gold coins.
Varian, the president of the Culinary Guild, invited Yeats and Louis to visit the gastronomic venue and taste the delicacies prepared by the guild's gastronomes.
"Do you want to go?" Louis asked Yeats for his opinion.
"Isn't it based on your wishes?" Yeats said.
Louis sighed softly:
"Common people's delicacies... You may not believe it. I tasted a lot of them when I was a child, and I even tried to improve them myself... Anyway, just go to the venue and have a look, just enjoy it with the people."
The open-air market is bustling, with vendors enthusiastically soliciting customers. The stalls are filled with all kinds of delicacies: cheese bread, Warcraft meat skewers, vegetable soup, and home-brewed beer. Compared with the dishes at yesterday's dinner, they have a different folk flavor. .
There was a gourmet chef who butchered a colorful turkey with two rings of magic beast on site. This fire-breathing turkey had a charcoal flavor and was very popular with some adventurers.
On the huge open-air grill in the center, a three-ring leader-level chamois takin is hung and roasted. The rocky carapace is used by the chef as a natural raw material for making "beggar's beef".
"Master Varian! This rockhorn takin will be roasted soon. Come over and have a try!" A guild chef greeted.
"Oh, I'll come right away!" Varian came to a huge dining table, and with a bang, the chefs worked together to put on the fragrant roasted whole beef.
Varian's ruthless iron hands tore off a hot leg of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes suddenly ejaculated!
Click!
Varian's clothes tore apart, and the transformation spell was automatically triggered, turning into the image of a takin, roaring up to the sky!
The surrounding chefs were very excited.
“Great, I got the president’s approval!”
"The food that can make the president cannot help but use the transformation technique is extraordinary!"
"This..." Louis seemed a little surprised, "What is going on?"
Yeats said: "As far as I know, the president of the Food Guild is famous for his ability to taste food... When he encounters the food he likes, he can't help but use the magic of transformation to change into the original appearance of the ingredients... According to He said that this way you can not only exercise your body, but also appreciate the true taste of the ingredients! ”
Lewis twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded restrainedly, and said in a subtle tone:
"Natural body training...well-deserved reputation!"
The next moment, Varian returned to his original appearance, shirtless, hugging his thick arms, nodding with satisfaction, and encouraging the chef beside him:
"Well, the craftsmanship is good, it makes me feel a little hot!"
The chef said in surprise: "President...Why is the top of your head so pointed?"
Varian touched the protruding top of his head, touched the horns with his palms, and coughed dryly:
"It's okay, it's just that the transformation spell hasn't been completely lifted yet. It will be restored soon!"
At this time, exclamations came, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the open-air market.
"President, something bad happened. The things piled in the granary were stolen again!" The visitor panted, "There are also giant footprints left!"
Varian's eyes were solemn and he said:
"Then let me ask you, are the giants male or female? Are they bald or have hair?"
The messenger cried: "No one was seen at all! Everything in the warehouse was eaten up!"
The festive atmosphere was interrupted, and Louis looked a little unhappy, as if he was thinking of some unpleasant memories.
"Yeats... smells of gluttony!" Mammon reminded.
Yeats's eyes lit up, he looked at Louis and said, "Your Majesty, leave it to me to take charge of this matter."
"Well...I'll go back to the palace first." Louis responded without saltiness, "When you encounter delicious food, pick a few and bring them to the palace. I believe in your taste!"
Yeats nodded.
While I was acting alone, I had a good time to find out the whereabouts of the legendary kitchen tool [Arenir]!
(End of chapter)