Chapter 418 The legendary kitchen utensil, Arinel
"Are you going to take part in Arienil's trial?"
President Varian suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he repeated the question and looked at Yeats in surprise.
The legend of Arienil has been around for a long time, and there have long been rumors circulating on the continent that the Food and Food Association has sealed artifacts.
The reason why no one is interested in it is firstly because the authenticity of the rumors needs to be verified, and secondly because the Food Association is close to Roland's capital and the Food Tower is heavily guarded.
The most critical and important point.
Even if the cauldron in the food tower is a genuine "Arenir", as a mythical kitchen utensil passed down by the chef Ander, only a chef can exert its value.
Back then, the founder of the Food Tower sealed the real Arienil on the top floor of the Food Tower and personally set up a barrier. Only chefs with master attainments were qualified to set foot inside.
Duke Yeats must have heard the rumors about the artifact, and on a whim, he proposed to meet Arienir... President Varian thought to himself... If he finds out, he is not qualified to participate in the trial, the Duke Afraid of being extremely disappointed?
How should I put it another way to persuade him to give up the idea of participating in the trial...
Varian felt uneasy, feeling that it was impossible for Yeats to get close to Arienil, and worried that he would be angry with him.
Yeats saw Varian's dilemma and smiled:
"I am also a famous gourmet. Arienil should make his own judgment on whether I am qualified to participate in the trial."
A master-level gourmet must first have abundant knowledge of Warcraft and Herbalism, and be familiar with the ingredients and medicinal materials in the world. Secondly, he must have meticulous control over magic power and elements in order to cook the ingredients without letting the harmful substances contained in the ingredients themselves. Magic clashes.
Its own soul power cannot be inferior, and it must be at least the level of the holy realm in order to cook epic ingredients.
The barrier around Arienil will test the trialer's observation and control of magic and elements, and the slightest mistake will have a backlash on the trialer.
Varian was not worried that Yeats was not strong enough. After all, he had already shown the power to open fields in the arena and barely met the standards to participate in the trial, but in other aspects... I am afraid it would be difficult to satisfy.
The art of eating requires years of practice.
How could Duke Yeats also practice gastronomy?
Unless he is truly an unprecedented genius, even in the art of food, he will be favored by the gods!
President Varian had doubts in his heart. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Your Excellency, the Duke, solved the Gorgon Stone Cow problem for the association. We should thank you...Okay, please come with me!"
Food Tower, top floor.
A carved mithril door was firmly closed.
The decoration on the lintel is very strange. It is actually the head of a wild boar, with two fangs growing out of its mouth, but its eyes are not evil.
Yeats stopped to look at it for a moment, and then listened to Varian beside him explain:
"This is a specimen made by the founder of the Food Tower, an imitation of the sacred pig Shahlimnir, from the Calydon wild boar hunted."
"The Calydon boar...isn't that the moon boar?"
"Exactly." Varian said with a smile, "Moon Pig is a rare delicacy in the world. According to the recipe, its taste is no worse than the epic Warcraft."
Yeats rubbed his chin and couldn't help but think of the moon pig in the Moonlight Sect...
"My immortal regeneration spell can also be used on other targets, and it belongs to the category of healing spells."
Yeats thought: "Then can I ask Moon Pig for some meat to try, and then give it a regeneration spell?"
Hmm...sounds a bit inhuman.
Yeats coughed slightly and turned his attention to the mithril door.
Banglang——
Varian shook the ring in his hand at the crack of the door. The carvings on the mithril door suddenly glowed with flowing luster, and then opened automatically.
My vision suddenly became clear.
Ahead is a vast hall.
The interior decoration of the hall is mainly silver-white, simple and neat. Rows of white marble columns stand on both sides of the hall. The blue flames hanging on the walls flicker slowly, and the line of sight extends to a large pot placed in the deepest part.
This cauldron is jet black, has a lid, and its surface is covered with runes. The handles on both sides of the cauldron are inlaid with two gems, which are slightly shiny under the blue firelight.
"That is the flawless diamond, which is said to be the best carrier of elements."
President Varian said: "By injecting different elements into the diamond, the diamond will also show the image of different gemstones, such as fiery red crystal, blue sapphire, emerald green jade..."
"Through these two diamonds, the magic chef can better use the power of the elements to cook."
Varian was familiar with the treasures: "As for the rune circle carved on the pot, it gives Arienil the ability to change its size freely. The large one can accommodate the sacred pig Shahlimnir as big as a mountain, and the small one can be placed on There is no problem in the kitchen at home.”
"It is said that the divine chef once used this cauldron to pour out floods, contain volcanic magma, and recover raging tornadoes on the North Sea - this is the magical effect of the Silmarillion and runes superimposed on each other."
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Varian shook his head regretfully, his tone filled with endless regret.
"However, that was all a few epochs ago. Arienir has not regained its light for nearly a thousand years...it can only be reduced to a statue-like existence, being worshiped by others."
"The sharp blade will be covered with dust because it cannot be taken out of the sheath. As for the kitchen utensils... it must be a pity that it cannot be used to cook delicious food." Looking at the cauldron, Varian's eyes showed deep emotion. shimmer.
Yeats thought for a moment, then walked along the long corridor to Ariel, who was at the deepest part of the room.
Varian was suddenly startled and whispered: "Your Excellency, be careful-"
The words have not yet finished. In the braziers on both sides of the corridor, blue flames suddenly jumped up one foot, like a raging fire cooking oil, creating a heat wave.
The blue heat waves converged into a huge blue figure in the center of the room, holding a long stick in one hand and an oil lamp in the other. Wearing a gray robe and carrying a wicker basket, it stared at Yeats quietly.
See it.
Varian's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and even his breathing became stagnant.
That was the will left by Orin Stevens, the founder of the Food and Beverage Association.
This holy-level elemental mage has studied the art of food to the level of a master!
This is not even a trial of Erinil, but a threshold set by Orin himself in order to isolate the extraordinary beings under the sanctuary from contact with Erinil!
Will can directly manifest in the form of a sense of oppression. At the level of the holy realm, a ray of will can last for hundreds of years, forming an almost "obsession"-like existence.
The sense of oppression at the sanctuary level came oncoming, like a strong wind blowing, causing the flames to tremble continuously.
Yeats was calm and composed, thinking:
"It seems that this barrier surrounding Arienil is essentially the remaining domain of Orin Stevens. This domain exists for only one purpose... to test whether the trialists have enough food skills! ”
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"Please come back quickly, Duke Yeats!"
Varian's anxious voice sounded from behind.
"Your culinary skills are not enough and will offend President Olin!"
Yeats took out the epic [Tail of Hydra] from the ring.
As the tail of the Hydra, it is as huge as a dragon's tail. Yeats needs to hold it with both hands, and one part hangs to the ground.
The Tail of Hydra should have been covered with thick and hard scales, but after Yeats' treatment, the flesh of the snake's tail was exposed as clear as ruby, emitting a faint golden light, and the cut surface was flat and smooth, with almost no waste of magic power, which is enough to satisfy the taste. The chef’s exceptional skills in handling this epic ingredient.
Orin Stevens' will was visibly stunned for a moment. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the Tail of Hydra in Yeats's hand. Then his beard twitched slightly and his expression changed.
“This is an epic ingredient that I handle with my own hands.”
Yeats showed his quasi-sacred level will and said calmly:
"If you don't believe it, you can bring out another epic ingredient and let me process it on site!"
Zhuan Ya complained: "The abacus was played so loudly that I could even understand it!"
Ancient Rome had an instrument similar to the Eastern abacus, called the Roman abacus. It had grooves or lines on it, and addition and subtraction operations were performed by moving stones.
The blue old man looked at Yeats with complicated eyes and slowly bowed to Yeats.
Dealing with epic ingredients is quite difficult.
Not to mention the difficulty of hunting epic monsters.
Hydra, the Hydra, was a notoriously ferocious monster in the era of Orin Stevens.
At this moment, seeing this epic creature reduced to just a piece of food on the chopping board, and being handled so perfectly, Olin's remaining flame body was faintly shaking!
Have times changed?
Orin thought incredulously.
Humans who have not yet reached the sanctuary level can kill Hydra and eat it?
Then, he gently waved the wooden staff in his hand, and the blue fire on his body immediately dissipated, dissipating like a whirlpool, dispersing into streaks of flames, returning to the brazier.
Behind Yeats, President Varian rubbed his eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost.
What's going on?
Duke Yeats passes the test?
President Olin also saluted Duke Yeats? !
Doesn’t this mean that he is a true culinary master, and he also has the admiration of President Olin!
Varian took a deep breath and looked at Yeats's back in disbelief. After realizing it, a feeling of shame filled his heart.
I just suspected that Duke Yeats was here to join in the fun... It turns out that his culinary attainments are even better than mine!
"The legendary kitchen utensil, Arinel..."
Yeats murmured to himself, walked slowly towards the black cauldron, actively released his will to contact Arienil, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Let me see what kind of trials the chef has left for you!"
The moment the will touches the cauldron, it feels like falling into a deep pool and being quickly sucked into it.
At the same time, the cauldron glowed brightly, revealing spatial fluctuations and enveloping Yeats' body.
In the silent hall, Varian stood anxiously, wringing his hands and feeling anxious.
"If Duke Yeats really gets the approval of Arienir...should I be shameless and ask to be his disciple, so that I can further my culinary skills?"
"That's not right." Varian shook his head, his rational side taking over, "At that time, not only the Food Association, but also the entire capital and His Majesty himself will be in shock!"
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(End of chapter)