Chapter 57 I used to sneer at it, but now I’m learning it word for word
Mist believers are keen on creating chaos. The night of the lunar eclipse is coming, and these fun-loving people will not miss it.
It is very difficult to determine the true identity of the Mist Believers, but according to Squirrel Drilling Tooth, all deceptions and fire-fighting methods are immune to it.
For such a little squirrel who dared to hold fire between the two powerful gods of moonlight and dark night, Yeats greatly admired him.
Drilling teeth to look at Yeats is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.
If you dare to deceive the mist believers now, you will dare to deceive the mist goddess in the future!
You boy, you are born to be a liar!
After the interlude, the Ice Lake Ceremony continued. Yeats placed the antlers on the high platform, and the priests on both sides sang hymns.
"You have received the blessing of the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter, and the efficiency of you and your magic pet in comprehending frost spells has been greatly improved."
Yeats has a clear understanding. With this blessing, the Snow Owl is in the second ring. You can master the three-ring frost spell.
My snow owl's magic talent has improved greatly.
At noon, the Ice Lake Festival came to an end, and the citizens returned to Winter Lake City, discussing today's events.
“Lord Yeats is actually an envoy of God.” Rand sat on the neck of the troll Ogg and said excitedly, “This is much more powerful than the adventurer!”
“Ogg You know, Ogg’s friends are very powerful!” Ogg laughed.
Gray complained: "Actually, what Yeats is really good at is cooking... Of course, his sophistry is also first-rate."
He is already good at deceiving people.
If Yeats really wants to become a bard who uses [Language Magic], even the Mist believers will not be able to deceive him!
For liars, we should take up the weapon of law... Gray nodded slightly.
It’s decided, I’ll stay up all night tonight to study the code of the North!
The old woman was walking aside. After learning about Yeats’ identity as the divine envoy, she seemed to have made some kind of determination and said slowly:
"Ogg, if Lord Yeats needs your help, then you can let him go."
The troll lowered his head, looked at the rickety woman, and said in surprise: "Mother?"
"I am already old." The old woman said with a smile, "And you and Rand still have a long way to go."
There is no longer a smile on the troll's face, The voice also became deeper, revealing a hint of hoarseness:
"But mother, I am very scared...I am afraid that if I leave you...I will become the kind of person I don't want to become..."
"Og, don't worry about me, and don't be afraid."
The old woman stretched out her hand, held the troll's dark blue finger, and whispered: "No matter what kind of person you become, you are still me. "
The troll's eyes flickered, and he looked at Rand on his neck. Rand smiled, and Ogg couldn't help but smile.
Gray watched this scene with some emotion.
That’s great, but it’s a pity that I didn’t know where my parents were when I was born. It was the elders who raised me.
These old guys live in the mountains and know nothing about human society! I only had the courage to go down the mountain after memorizing human laws!
Not long after traveling in the Golden Lion, she met Yeats...
Gray's mind couldn't help but think of the silver-haired boy with a smile that seemed to have a plan for everything.
“Apart from the fact that the cooking is hard to swallow.”
Gray muttered: “Yeats still has many advantages...”
other side.
Led by the purple-robed mage Philus, Yeats met "Iron Bone" Hallag.
Looking at this king from a close distance, one can see the iron-blooded aura rushing towards his face, and his majestic gaze makes people dare not look directly at him.
Hallag sat on a seat in a tent, with a whole tiger skin hanging on the wall behind him. He stared at Yeats and said:
"Baron Chenshuangling, and the rumored That Kuchiki is completely different.”
In the Middle Ages, the rank of a noble was not equal to the strength. It was common for barons to dare to challenge the king.
Yeats went straight to the point and said:
"You are ridiculous. The reason why I asked to see you is because I received the oracle from the goddess of winter..."
Yeats conveyed the news to the king that the ancient white dragon "Isidora" might awaken, and said that the goddess of winter hoped that the north would be ready for battle.
Halage's face was as dark as water, and he was silent for a long time. He nodded and said: "Thank you for the message, messenger of God."
According to the plot trend of "Phantom", the night of the lunar eclipse is coming, and Harrag has already left Winter Lake City before that. Yeats did not dare to let him participate in the war. If this important NPC died, the subsequent plot would get out of control and his greatest prophetic advantage would be lost.
Out of the idea of friendship, Yeats handed over the seed bag.
"This is a small gift I offer to His Majesty the King. Please accept it."
Halage: "What is this?" "Honeysuckle seeds, even in the cold The region can also live tenaciously, which symbolizes that the North County Kingdom has survived the cold wave and ushered in spring under your rule." Yeats said beautiful words.
Hallagh laughed.
Pheles looked at Yeats humbly.
As expected of the divine messenger, everything he said was an art of language.
I used to scoff at it, but now I study it word for word!
With this bag of seeds alone, Yeats received a reward of one hundred gold coins from the king, which could be exchanged for ten cows.
Coupled with the three hundred gold coins for hunting a giant moose and an enchanted saddle, Yeats's trip was a bumper harvest!
"Traveler's Saddle: Excellent. A magic saddle designed for long-distance travel. You will not feel tired from riding. Enchantment: Proficient Riding Skills, you can master all kinds of riding mounts. "
A total of four hundred gold coins had to be contained in a small copper box. Yeats couldn't help but envy those masters who had space bags.
The space bag is like a bad storage ring in fairy tales. In this world, it is worth a lot, at least 3,000 gold coins, and can hold more than 200 kilograms of goods.
“If I had a space bag, I would stuff it with various kitchen utensils, spices, ingredients and potions.”
Yeats secretly thought: "Magic is not about fighting and killing, magic is about treating guests to a meal, it is about human relationships!"
*
On the way back to the Chamber of Commerce Station, Yeats met the returning Herod and his entourage. people.
She stood on the gravel road in front of the inn, wearing a sheepskin cloak and wrapping her striking red hair. She saw Yeats from the corner of her eye, her golden eyes flashed slightly, and she pursed her lips and nodded.
Yeats stepped forward and glanced at the cart dragged by the Argonians. He saw sacks that looked like potatoes were placed on the cart, and asked curiously: "What is this? Ingredients?"
"It's a corpse." The Argonian said solemnly, "An assassin tried to assassinate Lord Hilud. We brought his body back and would like your help to check his true identity."
Ye Zhi was stunned, and ordered the Argonians to bring the sacks, and went to the backyard with Hilud.
Opening the sack, a stench wafted away. Yeats held his breath, took out a little squirrel from his pocket, and said:
"Can you tell his identity, drill teeth?"
Duan Ya curled his lips: "Another mist believer. I really disagree with their silver-plated glass masks -"
"In my opinion, it should be made into a diamond mask, with diamonds inlaid together, hard and shiny!" Diamond Crossed his arms and said.
Yeats complained: "The poor can't afford to be Mist believers."
"That's their business, not mine!" Zuoyang puffed up his cheeks.
Hirud's indifferent golden eyes revealed a look of surprise: "A talking squirrel?"
Douya glanced at Hirud: "The black knight's divine choice? You know? That old woman’s chess skills are so bad that she just likes to play chess and says it’s part of the strategy!”
Herod was surprised and surprised that a squirrel knew such secrets, but he also knew it was inconvenient to ask directly.
When talking about the chess pieces, Hilud's face turned slightly red unconsciously. She coughed guiltily and changed the subject: "So...how did you confirm that he is a believer in the mist?"
Diamond jumped off Yeats' palm and came to the front of the body. Two small claws pulled off the assassin's face, revealing a bright silver-plated mask.
“Look.” Zuan Ya said, “Next time you meet a suspicious liar, you can try to expose their face, you might get a surprise!”
Yeats: “… ”
I’ve seen Zhou Papi before, but this is the first time I’ve seen Squirrel Papi!
*
For the next two days, Yeats stayed at the Chamber of Commerce Inn, waiting for the arrival of the lunar eclipse night.
During this period, Snow Owl successfully broke through the second ring, which shocked Gray.
“I don’t even have the second ring yet, so it got promoted first?!”
The snowy owl lowered its head and took a sip of black tea, raising its head proudly with disdain in its eyes.
There is no genius who just spends his sleeping time studying!
Yeats sat by the window sill, holding his chin in one hand, teasing the little snow leopard with a piece of sage.
The little snow leopard seized the opportunity and suddenly flew towards Yeats. Hilud grabbed the back of the neck with her bare hands. With a straight face, she educated Yeats coldly:
"The snow leopard is a ferocious beast, even if You will get hurt if you sign a contract with it.”
Yeats: "What you taught me is..."
"Tonight is the night of the lunar eclipse."
The little squirrel stood on the windowsill, looked up at the sky, and said that it was okay to watch the excitement. He laughed loudly and rubbed his hands.
“The show is about to begin!”
(End of this chapter)