Chapter 146 Harvest from the Festival, New Mineral Veins (2-in-1)
The thick fog covering the lakeside quietly receded.
The snake-necked turtle shell is still in its original place, with not a drop of soup left inside.
Yeats breathed a sigh of relief.
“You seem to be very nervous.” Daisy couldn’t help laughing, her laughter clear and clear, “Are you worried that the goddess of mist will take away your pot?”
Yeats calmed down and said calmly: "You don't understand, this is not an ordinary pot."
The snake-neck turtle shell can not only be used as a shield, but also provide additional nutrients when stewing soup. The principle is related to the protein and calcium contained in the snake-neck turtle shell.
If necessary, you can also give it to Gray and ask her to use the turtle shell as a boomerang.
The thick fog dissipated.
This fog festival has come to an end.
The divinity of the mist that poured into Yeats's body symbolized his becoming the true choice of the mist god!
Mistweaver Ailal was filled with reverence and secretly thought that it was natural for him to become the chosen one of the Gods of the Mist due to the deception of the God Envoy.
“The origins of him and the Saint are unknown, but the divinity of the mist will not be false.” Purple-clothed Bishop Torbin felt that the soul realm in his body was stirring due to the arrival of the divine choice, and thought to himself: < br>
“The Holy Light has taken action against the Winter Goddess. From now on The gods' actions to intervene in the material world will become more and more frequent. The goddess of mist chooses her spokesperson at this time, and she must also have the intention to join this battle..."
Torbin smelled the smell of chaotic war and felt There was a trace of expectation, and then he shook his head with regret.
If only I were the chosen one.
In this way, not only can you make rapid progress in your illusion practice, but you can also hope to see the face of the Mist Goddess!
Mysterious and willful, with a beautiful and seductive appearance, it can also bring about crazy hallucinations.
The Goddess of Mist plays with the believers in applause, but makes the believers hate her, and is extremely fanatical about the Goddess of Mist.
For Yeats, the Chosen God of the Mist, the believers present looked back and forth with jealousy and envy.
Why did it happen to be him?
We have worked so hard to kill the snake-necked turtle. The spot for God’s selection belongs to this guy. It’s so hateful!
Emotional gazes pass through the masks and converge on Yeats.
Yeats knew that the more he was hated by others, the less he could show his timidity. He raised his head and raised his chest to express it with actions——
What, you are not convinced?
Daisy put a hand on her slender waist, smiled and said:
"Since you have become the chosen god, you must have received the oracle from the goddess. Lord Oracle, what did she say to you? ?”
Yeats was stunned.
Oracle? How come I didn't know there was such a thing?
Daisy’s words resonated among the believers, and everyone agreed.
"Yes, what did the goddess say?"
"What should the Mist Religion do next? Everyone is still waiting for your instructions!"
"Tell me a few words, God. "My lord!"
Yeats: "..."
The situation is not right! Daisy probably said that deliberately because she wanted to watch my fun!
I’ll keep this grudge in mind for the time being, and I’ll slowly deal with the Saint in the future!
Faced with the masks, Yeats pondered and said, "Then let me just say a few words?"
Everyone nodded quickly.
You don’t understand anyway.
But as the chosen one, even if others don’t understand what you say, there are always smart people who can.
Yeats said: "Our Mist Sect currently does not account for a large share of the faith market."
"So the top priority is to seize the pain points of believers, grasp the needs of faith, open up a blue ocean of faith, and create an ecology of Mist Faith. Chain...can you understand this?"
"..."*N
Yeats glanced at the believers who were either confused, thoughtful, or nodding with enlightenment, Tactical Clear Voice, said:
“In other words, we need to align the granularity with the believers and complete a set of combined punches from the grassroots to the gods!”
Yeats ends on a concluding note.
Obviously, this is an occasion for applause.
Ultimate applause——
As Yeats expected, the audience burst into warm applause!
The response from the Mist believers was enthusiastic.
"Oh, I understand!"
"As expected of the Divine Envoy, what he said is profound!"
"But why do I feel that the Divine Envoy didn't say anything at all... ”
Daisy was overjoyed and clapped with everyone.
After the speech, everyone left one by one. Airal and Tolbin also disappeared after saying goodbye to Yeats.
Yeats stayed where he was, checking his body, and was surprised to find that the trickster had just been promoted and his career progress had made progress.
The Trickster profession is a profession that confuses people with illusions and control spells. It also has sophisticated levels of concealment and dexterity.
Compared with illusionists who purely use illusions, tricksters can also use "rogue" methods such as hidden swords, poisons, and assassinations, and use charm control spells such as "Charm Humans" to assist in combat.
The bard already has a certain degree of confusion control ability. Together with the trickster, he can end the battle with words and illusions.
Yeats thought to himself: "As a bard, it is reasonable for him to know magic, poisoning and hidden swords!"
Becoming the God of Art provided Yeats with an extremely powerful talent for 'aesthetic art'; while the God of Mist also had new talents.
"You have obtained a new talent, 'Thousand Illusion Eyes'."
"Thousand Illusion Eyes: As the symbol of the Chosen God of the Mist. You can release illusions and spells through your gaze. Enchantment spells. The effects of illusions and spells of the Enchantment School are increased. Your eyes can see through illusions, maze walls and other illusions."
Ye Zhi was slightly startled.
Can you cast illusions with your eyes?
Except for warlocks with extraordinary blood, humans often need to borrow spell-casting media when casting spells because they do not have the magical organs unique to Warcraft.
The "Thousand Eyes of Illusion" is equivalent to providing yourself with an additional spell-casting medium, which is quite rare among humans!
Yeats secretly increased his vigilance.
You must try to avoid the exposure of the "Thousand Illusion Eyes".
After all, unlike the God of Art, the identity of the God of Mist is still relatively negative in the minds of the public.
"You have learned a new spell: fear."
"Fear: a three-ring illusion. You create an illusion of the target's most feared thing and present it in the opponent's mind. Those who fail the save illusion will fall into panic. . ”
Yeats was stunned...it turned out to be a three-ring spell!
This effect is somewhat similar to Remiel's method in the Soul Realm, but the three-ring fear technique is definitely incomparable with the Soul Realm.
"Thousand Illusion Eyes" combined with "Fear" can completely achieve the effect of winning without fighting!
The last blessing to be realized is the grace of the Goddess of Mist.
"Guardian Phantom Beast: You summon an phantom beast composed of illusions from the realm of the Mist Goddess. This phantom beast will shield and protect the caster, and cause real damage."
This blessing impressed Yeats. It is a very popular blessing in Phantom Wings.
The types of phantom beasts summoned by the guardian phantom beasts vary from person to person.
Some illusionists will summon unicorns, and some will summon griffins.
Yeats was a little curious about what kind of phantom beast he would summon, and was ready to find a suitable time to test it.
"Well, see you next time, Lord Angel."
Daisy said goodbye to Yeats and said with a chuckle: "I'm looking forward to the scene when we meet next time."< br>
Yeats frowned slightly and said calmly: "I don't think it is possible for us to meet again."
"As long as you want to see me, I will answer your call, so, It will definitely happen, at least I believe so." Daisy shrugged lightly.
Yeats: "..." Can you still be like the 'Guardian Phantom Beast', with a summoning spell falling from the sky?
Summary of this trip to the Mist Festival.
Succeeded in being promoted to the second level of trickster, and gained the Thousand Illusion Mask that can change one’s appearance, the talent ‘Thousand Illusion Eyes’, the illusion ‘Fear Technique’, and the blessing ‘Guardian Phantom Beast’.
And, a snake-necked turtle shell that can be used as both a shield and a pot.
Considering that as the Chosen God of the Mist, there must be many believers secretly watching his movements, Yeats was prepared to find a safe place to trade with Thousand Illusions and change his breath.
Thousands of phantom masks, except for the goddess of the mist herself, cannot be deceived, and no other human being can see through Yeats's true identity.
It can be said to be the biggest gain of this trip!
Not long after walking along the mountain road, the woods swayed, and a tall, slender woman with long smoky gray hair walked out of it, with a faint smile on her charming face.
Daisy blinked her dark eyes: "Look, aren't we meeting again?"
Yeats: "..."
No, she is a tail-end idiot. Find a place to disguise herself!
Daisy: "Hey, why are you leaving so fast! I still want to make friends with you!"
Yeats's back gradually faded away, but Daisy did not follow him. back.
She twisted her fingers around her long hair, with a playful smile on her face, and said softly;
"Even I can't see through him, it's so funny..."
Smoke lingered around Daisy, and a neutral voice sounded.
“You come as a clone, but you will still be restricted by the material plane. If you disappear, your body will also be implicated.”
“So what?” Daisy Smiling lightly, "Isn't it enough to have fun?"
Soon, Daisy's eyes looked down at the town at the foot of the mountain, then shrouded in smoke and disappeared.
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Night falls.
Ingenes Town, Palace.
Yeats put on a disguise, took off his mask after confirming that no one was around and was safe, and returned to a handsome silver-haired boy.
The side hall is furnished with desks and bookshelves, and silver candlesticks and handmade carpets are hung on the walls.
Beside the desk, a girl with a single ponytail was holding a large book, looking like she was thinking hard.
Dong-dong~
Yeats knocked on the open door.
Gray raised her head, was startled for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're finally back! A carrier pigeon flew from Morning Frost Ridge just now, and it's a letter from Li Xi."
Yeats was surprised and immediately said: "Bring it to me and have a look."
Gray stood up obediently, took out a letter from the folder of the book, and gave Yeats her seat next to the desk.
Yeats took apart the fire seal and read it carefully.
“What does the letter say?” Gray leaned over.
“One good news and one bad news.”
Yeats pondered and said: "The bad news is that traces of the Warcraft have been found in Morning Frost Ridge."
"The good news is that the place where the Warcraft lives is a natural glass vein."
Yeats smiled slightly: "It was Blueberry who led the Digging Rats to discover a new mineral vein, which is of great value."
In this natural glass mineral vein, there is a kind of glass called 'Glass'. The spider's magical beast will convert the quartz sand swallowed into the body into spider silk as crystal clear as glass.
This 'glass spider silk' is the raw material for making high-quality glass.
As early as a thousand years ago, there were records of ancient people using glass spiders to make glass. This kind of glass can be used to make various utensils and crafts.
The famous "Bohemian crystal" in the past life is actually the name of the glass made in Bohemia.
Rishi mentioned in the letter that the breath of the spirit of nature was found in the natural glass vein.
Before getting the approval of the spirit of nature, I did not dare to send people into the mine to mine, so I wrote to Yeats asking for his decision.
Yeats thought for a moment, planning to wait until he returned to his territory to go to the glass veins and have a friendly exchange with the spirits of nature.
Once this natural glass vein is obtained, glass can be used as one of Chenshuang Ridge's export businesses, which will greatly increase the territory's tax revenue!
Gray's sense of belonging to Chenshuang Ridge is growing day by day. When she heard this, she couldn't help but smile.
Soon, she turned her head and said strangely:
“Speaking of which, Yeats, where did you go during the day?”
This trip took only half a day. , Yeats only told Gray and Fourcas that he was going out for sightseeing.
Yeats said half truthfully:
“I went to Loch Ness and cooked the lake monsters there.”
Grey: “Hmm?!”< br>
Yeats took out the snake-necked turtle shell covered with hard scales from the space bag.
Gray looked back and forth, full of suspicion, and said:
"Is this the material obtained from the lake monster?"
It feels like an ordinary big turtle shell...
Yeats nodded and said: "I'll do it for you first. Keep it, you can pick up this turtle shell and hit people with it when fighting later."
Gray was startled and said, "Then why don't you let me use the shield?"
< br>Yeats said calmly: "Shields of the same level as this tortoise shell are very expensive, and this tortoise shell is free, so you can make do with it for now."
Gray: "..."
Lord, you are quite diligent and thrifty!
For the next two days, Yeats stayed in the palace behind closed doors, carefully studying the 'positional memory method' he had received from Clan Doyle.
During the period, Yeats used turtle shells as pots and cooked a pot of beef bone stew for Forcas and Gray, which was unanimously approved by them.
“It is indeed more delicious than the soup simmered in ordinary pots.” Forkas nodded.
"That is to say, am I going to take such a big pot to the battlefield in the future?" Gray said in a strange tone.
Yeats patted Gray on the shoulder and said in a broad voice: "Look at the best, this is much more advanced than the iron plate of petrified sheep!"
Gray was startled, you That makes perfect sense!
In the past two days, Yeats made a major breakthrough in learning magic. He learned the first level of magic, the spark spell.
As the name suggests, this spell creates a small cluster of sparks, which can also be understood by bards.
A first-level mage can usually learn this type of spell in three days, but it took Yeats a full three months.
"At least it is more convenient to make a fire in the wild." Yeats comforted himself.
The third day after the Mist Festival.
Candra arrived in Ingeness, joined Yeats and his party, and brought back a piece of information.
“I’m afraid my plans to go to Cam River University must be put on hold, Yeats.”
Candela's face was serious, and his tone revealed a strong sense of justice:
"I received a commission from the Mages Guild to investigate more than 130 children who disappeared for no reason in Shuimo Town."
Yeats was slightly startled.
This plot looks so familiar...it seems to be the plot in the game, Pied Piper!
The story of the Pied Piper originated from the Middle Ages. According to legend, the Pied Piper played the Pied Piper, seduced more than a hundred children, and finally disappeared at the execution ground near the mountain.
The story is also included in the Grimm's Fairy Tales.
In fact, the original stories of Grimm's fairy tales always have a dark color, mixed with folklore and weird fantasy, and are more aimed at adults than children.
"Magic flute, right? I think this flute has a lot to do with me."
"As the God of Art and the God of Mist..."
Ye Zhi secretly said: "I also have some knowledge of music and illusion!"
(End of this chapter)