Chapter 145: Chosen by the God of Mist, Trickster Yeats
Yeats quickly avoided the bite of the snake-necked turtle.
There was a loud bang.
The snake-necked turtle hit the shore hard, causing the believers around to scream.
"What the Lord God Envoy said is true, the Lake Ness monster really does exist!" Airal was shocked.
Archbishop Torbin was also surprised. The lake monster had deceived outsiders for so long, but it was actually us who were kept in the dark? It turns out the lake monster really exists!
This lake monster has four rings. Yeats seemed to be able to avoid it easily, but in fact he was sweating profusely.
He protected everyone in front of him and commanded:
"Quickly, let's work together to get rid of this lake monster, and then offer sacrifices to the goddess!"
Chuang The lake monster entered the festival, causing a huge commotion.
The believers were either frightened, angry, or struggling to meet the enemy.
For a time, fireballs were flying, ice arrows were flying, and it was noisy and chaotic.
Daisy held the corner of the altar table with her hands and jumped lightly, her butt half-sitting on the altar, her feet dangling slightly, looking at the scene of the ceremony, she was so happy that she couldn't stand upright.
In the crowd.
Archbishop Torbin looked at the lake monster holding a believer in his mouth and murmured:
"This is probably the most chaotic festival in history!"
The snake-necked turtle opened its bloody mouth and bit the believer in its mouth into pieces, and the believer turned into a smoke.
“The time has come for the Mist Sect to work together!”
Yeats is still behind to encourage morale: “The goddess will be quite satisfied with your performance!”
final.
Torbin took action, and the scepter fired a powerful holy fire spell, which bombarded the snake-necked turtle's snake head.
Boom!
Snake-necked turtles are dying.
The scene returned to calm, and the mist believers were panting, and then angrily accused Yeats:
“It’s all your fault for ruining the festival!”
Yeats spread his hands and said:
"I just followed the oracle and [exposed a lie]. Now that everyone has seen the truth about the lake monster, are you still satisfied?"
Smiling The sound sounded.
Yeats looked back and saw the saint Daisy looking overjoyed.
“I am very satisfied. After so many years, the festival finally has something new——”
"So, I want to reward you!"
She jumped off the altar excitedly, reached out to touch the mask, and was about to lift it off!
Yeats was startled, and then he was shocked.
For Mist believers, uncovering their faces is even more shameful than being naked. They wear masks even when taking a shower!
The actions of Saint Daisy also surprised the believers, and they all looked at her in unison.
The moment she took off her mask.
The fog suddenly enveloped Yeats and Daisy, isolating them from the outside world.
Yeats opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Standing in front of him was a tall woman about 1.75 meters tall, with a slender figure, smoky gray wavy hair hanging down on her slender waist, and shining black eyes.
"Does it look good?" Daisy blinked.
"It's not bad."
Yeats commented appropriately.
"You have such high standards." Daisy threw the mask towards Yeats and said, "Here, I give it to you."
Yeats caught it in a hurry.
Looking at the comments that appeared in front of him, Yeats was shocked.
"The Thousand-Change Mask: A rarity. The ultimate masterpiece of masks among the Mist Cult. After wearing it, you can change your breath and appearance according to your will. This disguise is regarded as a master-level disguise. No one except the gods can see through your disguise."< br>
As we all know, bards are easily hunted.
With this mask, escaping is a piece of cake!
This prop is a treasure of the Mist Sect. Yeats has long coveted it, and then looked up at Daisy: "Why is this thing in your hand?"
Daisy smiled and asked: "What do you think?"
"There is only one truth." Yeats said seriously:
"You deceived this thing from its original owner!"
Daisy rolled her eyes.
At the same moment, Yeats was thinking secretly.
“Is she the chosen one of the Mist Goddess? Or is she the incarnation of the Mist Goddess?”
"But I have seen through her illusion. The probability that she is the incarnation of the Mist Goddess is small..."
Daisy folded her arms with one hand, put the other hand against her chin, and smiled sweetly:
"Didn't you just say that you wanted to make an offering to the goddess? So, what are you going to do?"
"I am making an offering to the goddess of the mist, not you." Yeats said, "You ask So what do you do carefully?"
Daisy shrugged.
"I have said before, I am the saint of the Mist Goddess, and I can perform divinity on my behalf. Therefore, if you donate to me, it is equivalent to donating to the Mist Goddess~"
"As long as you can let me "Satisfied."
Daisy's breathtaking black eyes stared at Yeats, she leaned over, touched Yeats's collarbone with her fingers, lightly touched her chest, and said softly:
"It's not impossible for you to become the true God of the Mist..."
I was going to cook the snake-necked turtle into a dish, but at most I would give Daisy a bowl of soup to drink. This is the reward for the mask.
Yeats thought about it and said, "Then you bring the body of the snake-necked turtle here first."
"Snake-necked turtle?" Daisy was startled, "What do you want the lake monster to do with it just now?" ?" "Stew it into soup." Yeats said calmly, "And then give this bowl of soup to the goddess of mist!"
Daisy: "..."< br>
Daisy seemed to be uninterested. With a wave of her hand, the mist was under her control and brought the snake-necked turtle to the two of them.
This control over the mist's divinity made Yeats secretly frightened.
Could it be that becoming the God of Mist can control the Mist like Daisy?
Yeats didn’t know what kind of talents the Mist Chosen would provide, but decided to cook first.
Cut the snake neck of the snake-necked turtle into snake meat segments, and then separate the turtle meat from the shell. Yeats glanced at Daisy, who looked curious, and explained:
" The snake-necked turtle is an ancient monster that has been sleeping at the bottom of Lake Ness. The meat of this monster is very strange. The neck tastes like snake meat, and the body is turtle meat..."
As he said that, Yeats glanced at Daisy: "Can you 'make water'?"
"Yes." Daisy nodded repeatedly.
"Then come and help!"
Yeats asked Daisy to help, using the clean water generated by the water-making technique to wash the ingredients, and using a piece of turtle shell as a natural cauldron.
Add olive oil to a large pot, sauté ginger slices and onion strips until fragrant, and start frying the snake meat and turtle meat in preparation for further stewing.
With the mastery of food, the taste of ingredients can be fully displayed, and Yeats's use of spices can make the taste even more delicious.
One hour later.
[Snake-necked turtle tonic stew: four stars. It is stewed with the snake meat and turtle meat of the snake-necked turtle as the main ingredients. It has a rich taste, moist but not greasy, and rich in nutrients. Improve skin texture and make skin smoother after drinking. 】
Yeats: "..."
The effect of this dish is strange, it only has the effect of improving the skin.
However, even a goddess should pay great attention to beauty and beauty.
After all, not all goddesses are like the goddess of youth, whose beauty can last forever...
Daisy sniffed the rich aroma that hit her face, her mouth watered, and she swallowed unconsciously.
“Want to try it?” Yeats handed over a bowl of stew.
Daisy was stunned, took the soup bowl, held the spoon in hand, and took a small sip.
The stew has a delicious and rich taste with a long aftertaste.
What surprised Daisy was that this soup seemed to be able to improve her body!
Daisy looked surprised, and immediately looked at Yeats, saying:
"Do you know what the criteria are for the Goddess of the Mist to select the God of Choice?"
" Don’t you mean, let’s see who reveals the biggest lie?”
Daisy shook her head repeatedly, with a smile on her lips, looking quite happy.
"The real standard is... to see her mood!"
Beyond the fog.
Elal and others kept looking towards the thick fog.
At this time, the fog dissipated, and the rich fragrance hit your nostrils.
The scene revealed in front of everyone could not help but make the Mist believers startled.
“It smells so good!”
“The snake-necked turtle was stewed into soup?”
“This is a mist festival, not a food festival!”
Daisy had already put on the mask, patted Yeats on the shoulder, and motioned for him to look up.
Yeats looked up and saw a hazy mist rising up from the fog above his head and falling into his body.
In an instant.
The way of the wanderer in the body breaks through the second level and is promoted to a trickster!
The divinity around the lake becomes more active.
The believers present felt strange and looked at Yeats.
Mist surged around him, as if he had been chosen by the goddess!
A pleasant tone came from my ears.
"You have been promoted to the second level trickster!"
"You have become the 'Mist God's Chosen'!"
"You have learned new spells, talents, Bless..."
Yeats was shocked.
I haven’t made an offering to the goddess yet, how come I have become the chosen one? !
A flash of inspiration.
Yeats turned to look at Daisy, only to see Daisy lightly shrugging her shoulders.
Suspicion surged in Yeats's heart, but Yeats had no definite evidence.
Under the admiring gaze of the believers, Yeats shook his head secretly.
"The goal of being promoted to a trickster has been exceeded. We will see what kind of talent he has learned later..."
At the same time.
The altar turned into mist, engulfing the pot of snake-necked turtle stew.
Yeats’s eyes changed slightly and he said quickly:
"Leave the turtle shell for me!"
(End of this chapter)