Chapter 144 Loch Ness Monster, suitable for stew
Lake Ness.
The lake is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.
The dense woods on the shore rustled, and three figures wearing silver-plated masks walked out of them.
The figure in the middle is wearing a robe, it is Yeats in disguise.
The other two were vaguely headed by Yeats.
Just now, Yeats saw the true form of the goblin fungus in the fairy ring, and thus led Torbin and Airal out of the illusion.
Even though Torbin had reached the status of archbishop in the church and was considered a core member of the Mist Sect, he couldn't help but look at Yeats beside him and said:
"Name and titles are meaningless to us, but for the time being, I will call you 'God's Envoy'... I will remember the favor just now, Your Excellency God's Envoy Torbin."
There is lingering fear in my heart.
He had been trapped in a fairy ring and knew the horror of this illusion.
The scene of Yeats cooking goblin fungi just now is still replaying in Tolbin's mind.
Whether he is a divine messenger or not, it is still best to be on good terms with him!
Yeats nodded slightly.
The favor of a five-ring extraordinary person is still very valuable.
Moreover, Torbin's status in the church is not low. If there are any big movements in the church in the future, he will also be a reliable information channel.
Ellar followed closely behind Yeats.
Looks like a fanboy who follows Yeats’s lead.
Although the aura of the ring of life exuded by the divine envoy was weak, it did not even open the "three rings" with gold as the symbolic metal.
But Elal knew deep down in his heart that this was clearly the disguise method of the divine envoy, and it could be confused with the real thing!
Lakeside.
The lake reflects the lush trees and green mountains. In the quiet atmosphere, heavy fog gradually rises.
Yeats and the other three looked at each other, quickly put on solemn expressions, and walked slowly into the thick fog.
In the thick fog that shrouded the surrounding areas, an altar appeared, and there was nothing but air on the altar.
In front of the altar, a group of Mist believers dressed similarly to Yeats and others were praying to Mist.
They were mumbling words and holding a candle in their hands.
The halo of candlelight adds mystery to this festival in the fog.
In the heavy fog, an extremely tall and slender woman in robes walked out. The robes outlined her slim waist, like a weak willow supporting the wind.
Wearing a silver-plated mask on her face, she held two candles in her hands and handed them to Elal and Torbin respectively.
“My Lady Saint.” Airal said in a respectful tone.
Yeats glanced at Ailaer, feeling that this kid was deliberately reminding him.
The so-called "Saint of the Mist" smiled softly, her voice as sweet as a bell.
“According to the ritual requirements, every believer who has passed the test and comes here must hold a candle.”
“Their candles have been lit. You and I will go get the candles together. "The saint pointed at the two candles that suddenly appeared on the altar and said with a smile, "Then the ceremony will officially begin."
"I have never heard of such a link in the Mist Ceremony. "Yeats said.
"It's true that it didn't happen before~ I just added it on a whim. Come on, the show is about to begin."
As she said that, the saint took Yeats's arm, and the full touch made Yeats shudder slightly. Stunned.
Why didn’t you tell us about such a big thing earlier?
No.
Even the gender of Mist believers is a mystery.
The God of Mists is indeed a goddess.
Her true appearance is unknown, but in the only remaining written records, the Mist Goddess appears as a charming and charming female image, and is keen on teasing mortals with her sultry image.
It can be said that this is a fickle and dangerous god.
But her deceitful nature is essentially willful.
Unlike the Shadow Prince who uses conspiracy and murder as his means of deception, the Mist Goddess still belongs to the neutral camp.
Yeats decided to wait and see what happened and followed the saint to the altar.
The tall woman picked up a candle, handed it to Yeats, and said with a chuckle:
“Here, thank you for letting me see many interesting things.”
Yeats was startled and pretended to be mysterious:
"Life is about swinging back and forth between pain and boredom. If you can find it interesting, that is something to be thankful for."
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Where are the saints? They are probably just like me, pretenders who come out to deceive people with a title.
Yeats secretly thought... In this case, let's see who can fool whom!
The saint seemed a little surprised when she heard this. She thought silently for a moment and smiled charmingly:
“Thank you for your teaching, Lord Envoy~”
Yeats Nodding, holding the candle, he saw that the orange candle flame turned into silver grey.
The same is true for the candles in everyone's hands. The silver-gray candlelight turned into a spherical barrier and enveloped the entire Lake Ness, seeming to condense the divine realm!
“In this Mist Festival, I, the Mist Saint Daisy, will deliver the oracle of the Mist Goddess——”
Yeats was surprised to find that Daisy’s body was exuding silvery gray. The light seemed to be the center of this divine realm!
No wonder Airal said that Daisy has the power to mobilize the divinity of the mist.
Yeats was a little shocked... This saint's identity is much more believable than mine!
Now that things have come to this, we can only continue to pretend.
Yeats was very calm.
After all, if you want to see through the god-given spell ‘Unbroken Lies’,
unless the Goddess of the Mist is free enough to attend the Mist Festival in person!
Under the gaze of the misty believers, Saint Daisy spread the oracle and said:
"The Goddess of Mist will choose her divine choice, and the condition for determining the divine choice is [exposing a lie]!"
The reason for this condition is unclear.
There were whispers in the fog.
Saint Daisy paused for a moment and continued:
"You, the believers who participate in the Mist Ceremony, all have the possibility of becoming God's chosen ones."
"To do this, you need to expose a lie on the spot."
"Whether it is your own lie or someone else's lie." Daisy smiled:
"Revealed The bigger the lie, the higher the chance of becoming God’s chosen one!”
As soon as these words came out.
The believers were either shocked, pondering or arguing.
"How to judge whether a lie is big or small?"
"The goddess of the mist is clearly in charge of deception, how can she let us expose lies?" Yeats thought to himself.
Because the goddess is waiting for you to expose yourself or others, and she is just waiting to have fun!
However, this assessment content seems to be very beneficial to me.
The "Loch Ness Monster" rumor was revealed on the spot, which will undoubtedly bring to light the truth behind a huge lie.
Of course, revealing that he is not a believer in the Mist may also meet the requirements... Yeats thought for a moment and decided to wait and see.
Torbin weighed it for a long time and still felt that the mist divinity in Daisy was not false, so he walked to the altar and said calmly:
"Then, I will be the first to do it. Expose the lie..."
"The Archbishop of the Northern Provincial Diocese of Golden Lion, St. Rudburg Cathedral, whose true identity is a member of the Mist Sect, that is, I, Torbin"
As soon as these words came out.
The scene was shaken.
Then there was warm applause!
"Well done, Bishop Torbin."
"Hahaha, I can already imagine the Holy Light cultivators being so angry that their mouths are filled with smoke!"
"So is this exposing a lie? I'll do it too!"
"I said it was a lie when I said I liked girls. In fact, I like married women!"
"What kind of exposure is that? Look? My..."
The festival turned into a chaotic self-revelation conference, with all kinds of shocking truths flying in the sky.
Subsequently, some believers realized that it was not necessary to expose one's own shortcomings, but could also expose other people's lies.
As a result, the scene started to reveal each other's stories again, and two Mist believers even got into a fight.
“What, the person you slept with is actually my wife?!”
“You were deceived. Before your wife became your wife, she was already my wife. ”
Yeats: “…”
It’s a bit confusing, let me sort it out.
So who of the two of you is at the disadvantage?
A silver bell-like laughter sounded in his ears. Yeats turned his head and saw Daisy lying on the altar, leaning forward and back with joy.
As the lies were exposed one by one, Yeats saw the fog surrounding him gradually pouring into each believer.
This mist condensed by divinity is undoubtedly a great tonic for illusionists to enhance their soul power!
Soon, there were exclamations among the believers.
"I was actually promoted?"
"Praise to the Goddess of Mist!"
"In the name of Mist Shadow, I am the dog of the Goddess of Mist!"
Yeats sighed endlessly. .
Being an illusionist is quite miserable, with such a god on your hands.
While you are fooling others, you are also being fooled by your own goddess!
However, for extraordinary people, promotion is more important than anything else, and the fanatical mentality of these believers is understandable.
"So, what is the lie you want to expose?"
Daisy's pleasant voice sounded.
It is as if a magical power of silence sweeps across the lakeside, and all noisy sounds are banned.
All the believers stopped talking and stared at Yeats.
In the eerie silence, Yeats felt a sense of discomfort being penetrated.
Yeats looked at the source of this discomfort, the tall and slender saint Daisy.
See her tilting her head slightly, as if to say, please start your performance.
Yeats pondered and said:
"Everyone, you should have heard the rumors about the Lake Ness monster...
"This is a rumor deliberately spread by our sect in order to deceive outsiders. ”
Torbin and Elal nodded one after another.
Because of this rumor, Loch Ness has become an inaccessible and forbidden place.
This is also held by the Mist Sect. Festivals provide valuable space
The next moment, the divine messenger made a shocking statement and said:
“But what I want to tell you now is that the Lake Ness monster really exists!”
There was a dead silence in the crowd.
The Loch Ness monster is a rumor and it is a consensus among the sect.
"You said that lake monsters really exist when you say they exist?" A believer said disdainfully, "I also said that the goddess of the mist has come in person!"
Daisy looked at the believer.
Soon, I saw the "God Envoy" taking out a flesh bone from the pocket of his robe.
"What is this?" Daisy asked curiously.
“A unique bait made from manticore bones, ground into powder with mirage shells.”
The true form of the lake monster is a plesiosaur-type monster, a mirage. It is a rare delicacy for it, and manticore bones can lure it here.
Yeats threw the bones into the lake and took out a lyre from the space bag.
This is not a musical instrument brooch, but an ordinary musical instrument. Yeats used it to play enchantment music of the illusion type.
Soon, there were exclamations from the crowd.
From the far end of the lake, a figure came quickly from the bottom of the lake, making ripples!
Boom! !
The figure broke out of the water, and the sound of the water was like thunder.
Mist believers are all in disbelief.
It was a turtle as huge as a mountain. Its carapace was covered with hard scales, and its neck was unusually thick and long, like a huge python. It opened its bloody mouth and bit Yeats on the shore. Come!
The ancient monster, the king-level monster of Lake Ness, the snake-necked turtle!
“Both a snake and a turtle...”
Yeats thought to himself: "This is perfect for making soup!"
Yeats thought that the snake-necked turtle in the game was still a wild leader.
Kill it and it will drop a turtle shell shield, which has excellent defense.
And judging from Yeats' knowledge of food, the shell of the snake-necked turtle can be used as a cauldron!
(End of this chapter)