Chapter 434 New Year hot pot, fog snow leopard (Happy New Year!)
Three days have passed since the trip to Assyria.
The influence of Dark Night God's choice in Assyria is still fermenting.
Because the Dark Night God successfully killed the Taurus ancestor spirit deep in the maze to solve the Assyrian king's great trouble, the king ordered the craftsmen to cast a statue for him, and the appearance of the statue was based on the image of the black armored knight orally described by Inanna.
In the Assyrian region alone, the prestige chosen by the Dark Night God is already comparable to the Duke of Honeysuckle, who is the Moonlight God!
In Assyrian taverns, the bards even split into two factions. One group boasts about the integrity of the Moonlight Knight, and the other group boasts about the heroes who punish evil in secret, and has a strong attitude of debate.
Yeats learned from the mouth of Margosha, the high priest of the dark night, and felt complicated.
The dark night god chooses, the moonlight god chooses... aren't both of them me?
The big and small trumpets compare with each other's popularity.
In the spacious living room of a luxury hotel, a brazier is placed around the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The purple shadow flames in the brazier are leaping gently, and the magic in the creation realm shows the mature royal sister far away in the Kingdom of Roland in the mirror.
She was wearing a purple silk robe, with her sexy mature body curves, and her red lips curled up to smile.
"In short, your heroic achievements have attracted a large number of newcomers to join my school..." Margosha paused and said in a complimentary tone, "Although eliminating evil and promoting good is contrary to the doctrine of our school, since this is your decision after careful consideration, we should follow it!"
Yez wanted to speak but stopped, and wanted to say that he had not considered it much before taking action, but just did it with his own hands.
But in order to maintain the image of the Holy Son, Yeats was silent for a while and said in a low voice:
"It's good that this is good. As long as it can provide more faith power for the goddess of the night, I believe that the goddess will be satisfied."
Margosha's eyes shone with glimmer and said respectfully: "Yes, praise God-Selected Lord, praise Goddess of the Dark Night!" The picture in the mirror disappeared.
Ye Zhi rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little uneasy.
What I did seemed to be contrary to the camp of the goddess of the night.
If she knew and came to cause trouble, what should she do...
As she thought, a silver bell-like chuckle sounded in her ears. Yeats turned around and saw Daisy laughing. "Wake up after a sleep, the goddess of dark night found that she became a good god!"
The gods have their own camp and position, just like the distinction between the righteous path and the demon path in the Eastern Immortal God.
The Goddess of the Dark Night is a completely evil camp, and she enjoys doing evil, and her followers have a very poor reputation.
But as the spokesperson of the gods on earth... sometimes, the world's impression of this god can be changed by just one's own strength.
For example, the Messiah replaced the ruthless and indifferent Creator in the Old Testament with the image of loving and tenderness in the New Testament.
Yeats's actions are undoubtedly pushing the evil goddess of dark night into the camp of the good god! "I didn't expect to see the night goddess' good deeds one day..." Daisy smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Yeats, I really have a lot of fun to watch with you!"
Yeat's forehead jumped. "I have only heard of evil deeds...what is good deeds!" "Sit down and listen to me talk slowly..." Daisy pulled Yeats to sit on the sofa, leaning her shoulders on him, and told him in a leisurely manner. "You think, a person who was originally an evil god was mistaken for being a good god by the world, and because of his own God's choice, he had to bless those good people... Isn't this good depravity?"
Daisy became happier the more she joked. At the end, she patted Yeats on the thigh and laughed wildly, so she couldn't straighten her waist.
Yezhi hissed: "Just laugh, what if you pat my thigh!"
"Because I don't have any physical body, I can't pat my own." Daisy raised her eyes and said innocently. "You..." Yeats was speechless for a moment, moved his eyes away, and said, "Forget it, for your sake, I forgive you for your gifts from afar."
Daisy cheered and put her arms around Yeats' neck:
"I knew! My God's Choice loves me! Come on, kiss me~"
Although I had a habit of Daisy's epilepsy state, the laughter seemed to be drinking fake wine, which made Yeats look dark and shouted: "Epileptic woman, calm me down a little!!"
With his teeth holding his hands, his face full of seriousness.
It is worthy of being the choice of the mist god, and he easily scolded his goddess!
In the end, Daisy did not kiss Yeats with saliva on her face, but passed through his body directly, looked at Yeats with a smile, and said, "When you collect the last ritual vessel, we can go to other planes for fun, Yeats!"
The harvest of the trip to Assyria was beyond expectations. I got two demon ritual vessels at one time, and only the last arrogant demon ritual vessel "Dawn Star" diamond is still lost.
Yeats has guessed that this diamond is mostly hidden in the Roland Palace, but he still needs to sneak into the palace for verification.
After confirming it, use the identity chosen by Dark Night God to contact "Ms. Black Rose" and obtain this final ritual instrument through negotiation.
"I just returned from Assyria. I am going to take a few days off to find the morning star in the morning."
Yez smiled slightly and said, "It's just right, let's have a dinner together during the New Year!"
Daisy's eyes lit up and said, "Go to have a dinner? What to taste? Roland or a northern dish?"
"It's an oriental dish!"
Yeats deliberately kept it in hiding and said, "You will know when the meal starts!"
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Since Snow Owl mastered the teleportation technique, it has been more convenient for Yeats to travel between major kingdoms.
It took less than two days to travel between the Golden Lion Kingdom and the Roland Kingdom, which inspired the Snowy Owl.
"Gu!" Snow Owl's eyes were bright and he had a pious attitude towards a scholar.
In this way, it will be more convenient to find Blueberry teacher to learn magic!
Yeats wanted to speak but stopped. Blueberry didn't have any powerful spells at all. The reason why he could always teach the Snow Owl's new magic by chance was because the Snow Owl's own talent was too outstanding.
The Snowy Owl has always regarded her as a mentor who is stronger than Candela... Probably proves that Snowy Owl is more efficient at self-study than asking Candela for advice...
Roland Kingdom, Sapphire Manor.
In January, snowflakes fluttered, wrapping the garden with a layer of silver.
Christmas just passed, and I experienced the ancient Assyrian city again, and time quietly came to the New Year.
Before searching for the last magic ritual vessel, Yeats plans to enjoy a rare holiday in the manor, and enjoy a unique delicacy from the East with Grey and Silude!
Western hot pot has not a long history, and it can be traced back to the mountains of Switzerland in the 16th century. In order to overcome the cold winter, local mountain people invented the special food of cheese hot pot, which is far from comparable to the long-standing oriental hot pot.
In the Atrium mainland, Yeats can completely claim to be the inventor of hot pot!
"Hotpot?"
Silud heard this fresh noun from Yeats' mouth and showed a look of confusion. "What is that?" "It can be simply understood as sautéing! The bottom of the pot is the soul of hot pot!" Yeats was busy in the kitchen and decided to use Arinier directly as a utensil for hot pot.
Grey was very novel. She paced around Arinier, knocking the big pot with her fingers of Bangbang, and said curiously:
"Will we eat next to this big pot?"
"Smart!" Yeats said happily, "The ingredients are the specialties I brought back from the Assyrian region...Sand lizard, Sand nest viper, Minotaus monster tongue!"
Grey's face changed and she said, "These ingredients... sound very wrong!"
Yeats glanced at Grey and said, "Just say whether you eat it!"
"Eat!" Grey said with confidence, "I'm just worried about you, just try the poison for you!"
Silud, who was as cold as an iceberg, suddenly smiled, noticed the gazes that Grey and Yeats were cast at the same time, his cheeks were slightly red, and he explained softly:
"I just felt... I haven't seen such a familiar conversation with Yeats for a long time, and I feel nostalgic."
When night fell, snowflakes quietly fell, covering the Sapphire Manor with a layer of quiet silver veil. The trees in the garden look particularly quiet under the reflection of the snow.
Yeats was busy in the kitchen for an afternoon and finally completed the preparation of the hot pot. Arinier's large pot was placed on the stone table in the middle of the garden, and the runes on the pot were slightly flickering, emitting a warm light.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Okay, you can start!" Yeats clapped his hands and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
Grey and Xilude had already sat around the stone table, looking at the soup base rolling in the pot curiously. The soup base is made of chili peppers and herbs, exuding a strong aroma. "This taste... is so special." Xilude sniffed gently, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, this is my special spicy soup base, which is a unique delicacy in this world." Yeats smiled and pointed to the rare delicacies such as sand lizard meat and viper meat sliced on the plate, and said, "You can eat it by simmering the meat in this pot!"
Snowflakes fall one after another, and in the silvery world, the bright red soup surging in the hot pot adds a bit of warmth.
At this time, space fluctuations appeared in the garden, and the snowy owl appeared from a magic ripples, followed by an elderly white-haired knight.
The white-haired knight's eyes fell on Yeats, and suddenly there was a glimmer of excitement. He moved his lips and whispered, "Young Master."
"Come, Ferkas!" Yeats smiled, "I specially asked the Snow Owl to pick you up with teleportation... Come, let's celebrate the festival together!"
Ferkas's eyes kept flashing, and he nodded vigorously, looked at Grey and Shiroud in the distance, came to Yeats, and whispered, "Young Master, I have made up a New Year's sweater for your child...two pieces!"
Yeats coughed softly, without any doubt that Grey and Xilude heard their whispers, and the flushing on their faces explained everything.
"Eat the food first... Everyone take a seat!"
Although Gray was a little resistant to the ingredients, she couldn't help swallowing after smelling the fragrance. She picked up a piece of sand lizard meat and put it carefully into her mouth, and her eyes lit up.
"The taste of the beef tongue... is like a dense sand dune! It has a layered feeling, and it seems like the kind of sand dune that can move!"
Ye Zhi laughed silently and said, "I just said, you will like hot pot."
"Let me give it, let me try it too!" Daisy's clone also occupied a place.
The gray-haired beauty held a knife and fork transformed from mist in her hand, standing next to Erinel, showing a tangled look.
Ye Zhi saw it and taught her how to use long chopsticks.
Daisy suddenly realized and gave Yeats an admiring look, thinking that it was, you boy know how to eat!
Beethymos, Mamen, Snow Leopard, Kelya... Yeats's magic pet surrounds the big pot and feasts on the steaming hot pot.
The dark black cat suddenly poked his head out of Yeats' shadow, jumped on Yeats' knee, and took away the slices of meat that had just been put on the plate. Behemoth groaned and gnawed the bones that were picked up from the pot, and the snow leopard tried to bury his head in the pot-Kelya stopped the snow leopard in time.
Grey set up his trembling cow tongue, and a big red pot and falling snowflakes reflected in his clear eyes. He raised his head and blew out a mouthful of white mist, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"I really want the elders to taste this taste... They will definitely be as happy as me!"
"Let's go to the hometown of Dragons with you." Yeats said calmly, "It's considered meeting parents."
"Well..." Gray's face turned lightly, and he leaned gently on Yeats' shoulder and whispered, "Thank you... Yeats, thank you for staying here... with me and Xilude..."
Yeats's heart moved slightly, remembering that Grey had already known that he did not belong to this world.
Looking at the snow scene, a warm current flowed slightly in Yeats' heart. He looked down at Grey's slender eyelashes and whispered:
"I want to thank you too... Grey, thank you for being by my side all the time..."
Grey smiled slightly, revealing a sunny and straight smile, and said: "Anyway, no matter where you go, you are not allowed to leave me!"
Yeat was stunned for a moment, then showed a smile and nodded gently.
Seeing this, Xilude leaned over, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered: "This kind of time is like a dream... I hope I can spend the future with you, Yeats."
Grey pointed at himself silently and blinked at Xilude.
"And Gray." Xilude smiled slightly, looked at Yeats and Gray gently, and whispered, "I am very happy to spend precious time with you...."
The three of them snuggled up to each other, sharing each other's warmth. The quiet snowflakes kept falling on their shoulders and hair. The gurgling sounds of hot pot and the curling white smoke seemed to make time slow.
Daisy's chuckle sounded in his ears.
"I want to find fun with me for the rest of my life, Yeats."
Yez shivered and turned his head. Daisy raised her fingers at him with a mysterious face, and made a gesture of silence in her lips, with a shimmering light flashing in her eyes as funny as before. "New Year's Day, don't say such terrible things, Daisy!" Yeats couldn't help but say.
"I don't care~" Daisy smiled proudly and said, "Oh by the way, you seem to have another teacher in the movie world? You should want to see her again too?"
Yez was slightly stunned, and the little things that were with Scarch in the movie world flashed in his mind, and he quietly fell into silence.
I have to admit that although I spent the shortest time with Scarch, Scarch left an indelible impression in Yeats' heart.
The lonely and powerful queen of the shadow world, holding a magic gun, sat on the majestic bridge and looking up at the sky with her galaxy... At that moment, Yeats looked at Skahe's side face and felt a familiar feeling hit his heart.
Daisy seemed to see Yeats' thoughts and smiled:
"Then you have to get the Nibelungan ring as soon as possible~ This way you can cross the plane and meet the person you want to see again!"
At this moment, the snow leopard rushed from a distance, and rushed to Yeats hugged the big cat that was rushing in with both hands, touched the snow leopard's head, and smiled:
"Why, suddenly it's so enthusiastic?"
Snow Leopard let out a low roar, responding to Yeats's words, and then the cold winter emblem on his forehead shone slightly. The snowflakes around suddenly became dense, forming a vast snow mist. The visibility in the snow mist was extremely low, just like heavy snow blocking a mountain, covering all the surroundings!
"Is this...new magic?" Yeats looked at the Snow Leopard in surprise.
Snow Leopard nodded proudly. With the guidance of the Snow Owl, it found the tricks of new spells and mastered this [Frost Curtain Wanxiang] spell by itself.
The frost curtain can create countless murderous intents through snow fog, like a cold curtain that is isolated from the outside world. The illusion of ice and snow in this snow curtain is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. With the potential of legendary magic, it will become a new killing move for the snow leopard!
Yeats couldn't help but feel a little excited. As the Goddess of the Cold Winter, as long as the Snow Leopard can stand on the same level as the Snow Owl, this frost curtain can definitely have the power of a legendary magic!
"Such a large area of snow fog was raised in an instant."
Looking around the rolling snow fog spit out by the snow leopard, Yeats sighed:
"Snow leopard, you can see that you are a traditional school..."
(The end of this chapter)