Chapter 56 Yeats’s Deception
By the lake, thousands of spectators were talking about it.
The words of the squirrel drilling its teeth indirectly reminded Yeats.
Yeats sensed:
"You mean, the hunter who accused me of being a liar may be a liar who believes in the Goddess of the Mist?"
Gods also have strengths and weaknesses. The God of Deception and Illusion is only a weak god, not even as powerful as the Goddess of Winter.
But his priests, the ‘Mist Believers’, are the ones who love concealment and deception on the Atrium Continent, and take the greatest pleasure in creating scams and fanning the flames.
They are neither greedy for fame or fortune, nor have lofty ambitions. They lie purely for the sake of lying.
“Otherwise? I can smell the spell of “Unbroken Lies”. "Squirrel said, "You don't understand this spell even if you say it. In short, you are very difficult to deal with. Leave it to me to crack it. ”
It would be easy to handle if you know this is a perfect lie... Yeats smiled slightly.
This kind of blessing from the goddess of mist also has its weaknesses, Yeats knew a thing or two!
“It’s not time for you to show up yet.” Yeats said, “Just leave it to me.”
“Huh?” Zuan Ya was a little surprised.
The purple-robed mage holds a yew staff inlaid with amethysts. His robe is embroidered with the emblem of the Mages Guild. He has just cast the two major spells of Silence and the Domain of Honesty in an instant.
The black-haired man with a proud expression first glanced at the hunter holding the holy symbol, raised his hand to release the silence spell, and asked:
"Did you kill this giant moose?"
"Yes, sir." The hunter replied.
The purple-robed mage raised his head and glanced at the Realm of Honesty that shrouded his head. Seeing that the fluctuations in mana had not changed, he looked at Yeats again.
Yeats took out another Holy Emblem of Winter from his arms and handed it to the purple-robed mage.
The purple-robed mage was stunned for a moment, his expression showed shock for a moment, and even Hallag beside him narrowed his eyes.
"I am the envoy of the Goddess of Winter, and I have the magic pet given by the goddess to prove it."
Yeats said loudly: "Now, I suspect that this hunter is disguised as a believer of the God of Mist. !”
As the words fell, the plane opened.
A snow leopard walked out slowly, the winter mark on its forehead shining brightly!
In an instant, an uproar spread by the lakeside, and Ogg's eyes widened.
"Two divine messengers?"
"You are stupid, Yeats must be the divine messenger, and the other one is a fake!" said the little boy riding on the troll's neck.
The followers of the God of Mist are notorious in the Midgard Continent, but it is difficult to catch their whereabouts. Hallag sat up slightly on the horse and glanced at Yeats and the hunter with cold eyes.
"You didn't kill the giant moose at all! You must be a fake messenger!" the hunter insisted.
This attitude made the purple-robed mage more and more suspicious, but the holy symbol in the hunter's hand was real, so it was difficult to make a conclusion.
Yeats smiled calmly and said: "The key to the problem is that Mist believers can use illusions to manipulate the realm of honesty, so you must first clarify your true identity - whether you are a Mist believer or not!"
As the saying goes, the problem is The key is to grasp the key issues.
This sentence made Hallag nod in agreement. It is more important to catch the mist believers than to worry about who killed the giant moose!
"I have never heard of Mist Believers, but you seem to know them very well. Now I suspect that you are not only a liar, but also a blasphemer of your belief in the Winter Goddess!" The hunter bit back.
Yeats: "Let me ask you, what does the oracle carved on the wall of the Winter Temple in the Jueling Mountains mean, 'Winter is coming'?"
The hunter had never heard this oracle at all, but since the other party brought a snow leopard, he was obviously the envoy of winter, so he must be prepared for this problem.
Based on the existing knowledge, the hunter was confident and said loudly:
"The goddess of winter once fought a battle with the ancient white dragon 'Isidora'. Winter is approaching, and she aims to remind people to pay attention. That white dragon—can you still trouble me?”
This statement sounded convincing and well-founded. Harrage had also heard about this and couldn’t help but nod.
“Well said.”
Yeats appreciated it and changed the subject.
"But the oracle just now was made up by me."
"..."
The hunter was at a loss.
Huh?
You, an angel, can still make up oracles?
Yeats looked at the hunter and said: "There are only murals on the walls of the Winter Temple, and there are no oracles at all! You tried to make up for it with lies, but found that the thing that made up for it did not exist!"
The hunter was startled and suddenly pointed at Yeats and said:
"You, a believer of the God of Mist, have been exposed! You just made up a lie, but the Realm of Honesty did not respond, which shows that you used illusions!"
The hunter looked around, but found that there was no one there. Echoing himself, Hallag and the purple-robed mage cast cold glances.
Yeats smiled calmly: "Poor believers of the God of Illusion, you are addicted to lies and deception, but do not know language and debate. Fiction does not mean lying, but it is this fictitious oracle that makes you fall. Into the trap woven by language..."
"Under the aurora of the goddess of art and youth, before the arrows of the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter-" Yeats' tone turned cold: "Cunning man, you Repent!”
Boom!
Above the ice lake, thunder rolled.
The Winter Goddess seemed angry because she had not received the offerings.
The people looked up to the sky with worry, and turned to look at the hunter with angry eyes.
I don’t understand the logic, but Yeats has a snow leopard and a holy emblem, which is obviously more trustworthy than a hunter with only a holy emblem!
The hunter's face melted and flowed like mercury, and a large amount of mist poured out of him, turning into a petite woman. She quickly retreated, about to escape into the mist.
At the same moment, in Yeats' pocket, the squirrel dug its teeth and blinked in surprise.
Did you let the Mist believers be deceived by you just by relying on your words?
The squirrel covered his mouth happily... The more I look at this kid, the more I like him!
"Oh, it really is an evil creature in the fog."
The purple-robed mage's eyes were cold and stern, and with a flick of his staff, huge ice crystals immediately rose from the ground, firmly sealing the human figure in the fog into ice. piece!
With a click, the ice shattered, and the woman just now was embedded in the surface of the ice crystal. Her limbs were imprisoned by the ice crystal. She wore a silver-plated glass mask on her face and said loudly:
"I bring a prophecy from the Goddess of Mist! In two days' time it will be the night of the lunar eclipse, and there will be great chaos in the city. Please bear witness!"
The words spread among the crowd.
"Confusion? That's not suitable for business." The red-haired wolf girl frowned.
“It’s just a liar.” After Gray finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment.
No, what I said just now seems to be true!
Bah.
The purple-robed mage released an ice cone, penetrated the chest of the mist believer, and said coldly:
"Death is imminent, and I still want to deceive people."
A large amount of mist came from the wound The mist priest gushed out from the penetration point and said with a smile:
"Death is just an illusion. Like rumors and deception, it is something that can add fun to life... Ah... I saw it, the fog of death …”
The voice gradually became quieter at the end.
Purple-robed mage ‘Frost Whisperer’ Philus frowned. He did not dare to conclude whether the Mist Believers were really dead.
He used the hands of the mage to open the silver-plated glass mask of the Mist believer, and found that there was a layer of mask inside, which was already integrated with the face.
Pheles looked disgusted.
The God of Illusion is just a weak god subordinate to the Goddess of Magic. Legend has it that she is dead, but there are still mist believers active on the continent and claim that they can talk to the God of Illusion.
No one dares to believe what the Mist believers say. These despicable wizards take pleasure in deceit and deception.
Because of this, it is particularly amazing that the young man was able to defraud his identity as a follower of the Mist through a trick.
Pheles turned back, took a deep look at the silver-haired boy, and nodded politely.
"I'm sorry that something unpleasant happened to you, the God of Winter."
Yeats nodded: "Actually, my visit here does have the oracle of the Goddess of Winter. , so I would like to ask you to take me to see His Majesty the King.”
Philus said in a strange tone: "Is this oracle... true or false?"
Yeats smiled: "Of course it is true!"
This , a prompt sounds.
"You have seen through and deceived a Mist believer, bringing great joy to the Mist Goddess."
"You have received the blessing of the Mist Goddess."
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"Blessed: Unrivaled Lies: This spell makes any lies told by the caster sound convincing, disables lie detection spells, and thwarts mind-reading magic that reveals lies (making true thoughts hidden behind random thoughts). After)."
Yeats: "..."
It's broken, the old housewife is here!
The reason why the goddess of mist is said to be an old home girl is because she likes to use fake personas to attract men and women. Once she gets a date, she will retreat into the mist.
She hid behind various holsters created by illusions and only made friends with the Prince of Shadows.
Later, part of the illusion priesthood was cut off by the Prince of Shadows, so that rogues could also be promoted to trickster.
The God of Deception was deceived by a scumbag, which really discredited the Deception Priesthood... It is not ruled out that she wanted to take the opportunity to expand the number of illusionists.
In general, this blessing is very powerful.
Yeats nodded with satisfaction.
Even if you encounter Shura Field in the future, you can still get away with your lies...probably!
(End of this chapter)