Chapter 219 Yeats: It doesn’t matter, I teach them both the same way!
Hearing that Yeats was going to put the immortal flower in the pan and fry it, Circe was a little confused.
This rare-quality medicinal material has extremely strict requirements for the refining steps. If it is fried directly as cabbage, the medicinal power will definitely be lost... This is not a waste of medicinal materials!
"You don't know something, High Priest, I have a unique method for refining potions." Yeats explained, "Cooking is the key link."
Circy His expression was still blank.
She has lived for hundreds of years, but she has never heard of someone who can refine potions through cooking.
The alchemy cauldron and the soup pot, these two professional tools are indeed very similar in shape, but the two...can't be confused!
Or do you have the level of cooking skills of a "legendary chef", able to combine the production of potions and food?
Is this possible?
Of course it’s impossible!
Circe coughed and said: "Let me make the medicine for you, Yeats. If it fails, I will do my best to help you find another immortality flower!"
Ye Yeats could tell that Yeats had good intentions, so she smiled and said, "You can watch while I cook, so you can verify what I said."
Circy saw Yeats's insistence, I couldn't help but be a little confused. Could it be that, as he said, he could use cooking to refine potions?
This truth refreshed Circe's understanding, but in the final analysis, seeing is believing... Circy came to the kitchen with Yeats with a trace of curiosity.
After becoming a high-level transcendent, it becomes easier to activate the invisible flowing elements and mana in the [Creation Field].
Yeats used to have to recite a spell to cast the spark spell, but now he snaps his fingers and a flame is already igniting in the stove.
Later, Yeats took out the sealed oil bottle from the space bag and poured the shining golden oil into the hot pot.
Suddenly, the strange aroma of oil filled the air.
Just smelling the fragrance of this oil, Circe felt her saliva continuously secreting, and said in surprise:
"Yeats, what kind of oil from Warcraft is this? It seems to be of extremely high quality!"
Circe is well-informed, and she cannot tell the origin of this oil, but she guesses that it at least has rare qualities, and is even more precious than the immortal flower!
"It is the oil of the fish of wisdom."
Yeats said truthfully: "I have tried it many times. The dishes fried with its oil will be more fragrant."
Cersei:? ? ?
The fish of wisdom? Isn't that the mentor who has accompanied all the chosen magic gods?
Will using the oil from sacred objects for cooking really not make the goddess of magic angry?
In an instant, Circe was slightly startled, and realized later that the "Oil of the Fish of Wisdom" was a precious potion material with mild energy.
Using it can balance the medicinal properties of immortal flower, weaken or even eliminate the side effects of immortal flower, and then exert its effect in the process of refining medicine!
Later, Circe saw Yeats using fire control to control the temperature of the oil pan while putting the immortal flower into it.
This step is almost the same as when making medicine by yourself, and Yeats is even more comfortable in controlling flame and temperature!
Circe's eyes widened slightly, feeling incredible.
Although Yeats was cooking, the process actually followed the principles of refining potions!
But this... this is too outrageous! Circe is in a weird mood and can make the elixir potion using a wok, which is enough to make all the alchemy masters ashamed!
Even Circe herself.
She really couldn’t understand why Yeats could make stir-fried vegetables as effective as a magic potion!
and.
The immortal flower potion smells unpleasant and is bitter in the mouth. It requires an amazing amount of willpower to forcefully take it.
At this moment, Circe smelled the aroma of cooking wafting out of the oil pan, and her expression became even weirder.
Is there a possibility... Yeats felt that the ordinary version of the potion was too unpleasant to drink, so he improved it by using cooking techniques?
But this undoubtedly requires master-level culinary attainments to accomplish!
According to legend, the divine chef who is proficient in both potions and gourmet food is nothing more than that!
Circy was surprised and surprised. She looked at Yeats and saw that he had turned off the heat and was cooking the immortal flowers with the remaining heat in the pot.
It is this detail that perfectly retains the medicinal properties of Immortalis. This makes Circy secretly sigh that she has learned this medicine refining skill. She will give it a try next time she goes back!
The shape of the immortal flowers is similar to that of white cauliflower. After stir-frying, it becomes shiny and fragrant. Yeats took a look at its properties and confirmed that it could indeed cure the scars on Hillud's face, and nodded with satisfaction.
Looking sideways, I saw Circe looking at me with a very complicated look.
Yeats said: "High Priest, do you have any advice?"
Cercy smiled bitterly and shook her head, commenting: "Although the method is a bit unpopular and rare, your skills in refining potions are already Candela's. It’s so high that I don’t know where it went!”
The teacher was shot while lying down.
Yeats smiled and boasted to each other: "I often hear my teacher praising the delicious desserts you make, especially the gingerbread. He always says that the gingerbread you make is a rare delicacy. !”
Hearing this, Circe was slightly startled and said in a strange tone: “Did he really say that?”
Yeats nodded.
Cercy looked puzzled and murmured to herself: "Every time the gingerbread is cooked, he can eat it...so that's what he thinks?"
Yeats was stunned, He originally wanted to ask Circe, the pastry master, for advice, but it turned out that Circe could still burn the gingerbread?
Cercy explained: "I don't know how to cook, let alone desserts...but I managed to make it, and Candela ate it very happily."
Yeats: " …”
Co-authored In Candela's memory, the gingerbread made by Circe is as delicious as the one I made?
This is called love!
In the attic.
Hilud and Gray have woken up, sitting in the sunlit room, playing King's chess.
Recalling the scene in the fantasy world, Gray felt a little nervous and secretly observed Hilud's expression from time to time.
Even Gray herself couldn't explain why she felt nervous when facing Herod... Maybe it was because she secretly kissed Yeats but didn't tell Herod, which was a violation?
"It's your turn." Hilud said coldly.
"Oh!" Gray shook his head, driving away all the stray thoughts, picked up the queen chess piece in his hand, stared at the chessboard and hesitated.
Hilud looked at the queen chess piece in Gray's hand and reminded: "That's mine."
Gray was startled, and the queen chess piece in her hand clicked 'Falled to the ground.
Outside the house, it was raining in spring, and thunder was booming.
"Why did it thunder suddenly..."
Gray leaned over and reached out to the queen's chess piece, feeling her heart pounding and thinking, what does Shiroud mean by this?
At this time, the other hand reached out and picked up the chess piece for Gray.
Hilud was a little helpless: "I mean, you got it wrong, the white queen is yours."
The dragon-born girl's eyes shone slightly, she nodded, and said: "I see...your chess skills have improved greatly, Sirud!"
The iceberg-like beauty seemed to have lowered her guard and smiled: " Just like you."
At this time.
There was a knock on the door.
Yeats pushed open the door and walked in with a dinner plate in hand. He looked at the two girls sitting at the chess table and said in a subtle tone:
"You two...are you playing chess?"
Gray doesn't know how to play chess at all, and Yeats suspects that she can even divide sides wrongly.
Hilud is even more exaggerated. Playing chess can cause death, which is comparable to a dark duel.
How can these two stinky chess players play together?
Hilud nodded slightly, pursed his lips and said, "Do you want to come together?"
Hilud is more cheerful than when they first met, and the helmet before seemed like a heavy defense for her. But as Herod grew up, the barriers gradually dissolved. Yeats did not see her wearing an eagle helmet this time, and the number of times he saw her smiling also increased.
Yeats shook his head and said, "Let's eat first."
"What's delicious this time!" Gray asked expectantly.
“This is [Stir-fried Immortal Flower] made separately for Herod to recover old injuries.” Yeats said.
"Understood! Hum, this dish must taste good!" Gray could understand that Yeats had always felt guilty about Herod's injury. Now that she saw that Herod's appearance was expected to recover, she was also happy from the bottom of her heart.
"The ageless flower..."
Hilud pondered for a moment, raised her eyes, the scar on her left eye made her close her left eye tightly, and said softly:
"Yeats, can I refuse?"
Yeats was startled and said: "Why?"
"Apresbyopia will weaken the power of the soul." Hilud whispered, "Compared to appearance, I think... the soul is more important."
Yeats suddenly understood and said: "Don't worry, this This dish was modified by me and has no side effects at all.”
Hilud particularly believed in Yeats’s words. She nodded gently, took the plate and fork from Yeats, and stared at it. The immortal flower on the plate.
Soon, she picked up a small piece of shiny immortal flower and put it into her mouth.
The entrance is fresh and crisp. As you chew, the sweetness of the immortal flowers slowly spreads in your mouth. The slight oily aroma and the fresh taste complement each other, making Herod sigh.
At the same time, the scar on Hilud's left eye gradually healed, and even the soul power of Hilud that was damaged in the battle was restored.
"Now, even I can't understand your culinary skills, Yeats!"
The sigh of teething sounded in Yeats's mind.
"I really wonder if you are a reborn person who lived in the Hall of Valor in your previous life and used that huge sacred pig to cook every day!"
Yeats: "..."< br>
Reborn me killing pigs in Valhalla?
The old wounds left by Lemuel have always affected Hilud's soul realm, and she was surprised to find that at this moment, these old wounds were all restored with the help of Yeats.
Involuntarily, Hilud recalled the ancient legend in his mind.
Merlin advised the king: "The value of the scabbard is ten times that of the sword body. Those who wear the scabbard of the king's sword will never bleed."
Hilud's eyes, The silver-haired boy with a concerned face was reflected, and his eyes gradually became gentle.
"Have your eyes not recovered?" Yeats asked.
Hilud shook his head.
The scar has healed, but Hilud's injured eye has been hard to regain sight.
However, in a fantasy world, this may be a good thing.
For example, in Norse mythology, Odin gained infinite wisdom because he lost his left eye.
Yeats remembered that "Phantom Wings" had legendary props similar to the Eye of Horus and the Eye of True Seeing.
Same as the Sharingan, plug and play.
Perhaps this will be an opportunity for Herod to strengthen!
"I will also help you find a way to restore your eyes." Yeats said seriously.
Hilud smiled slightly, with a touch of tenderness on her heroic and beautiful cheeks, and said softly:
"Just don't get hurt by this."
"I am a guard and will try my best to protect Yeats!" Gray interjected.
Hilud glanced at Gray and then at Yeats, her eyes showing a glimmer of trust, and she nodded gently.
Yeats sighed to himself, the relationship between these two people was surprisingly harmonious!
From the perspective of the plot direction, after the spring event is over, there will be a version update, and the new five-star krypton gold character ‘Princess’ will appear——
Triangles have stability! perhaps!
For now, Yeats has never even met the princess, and he only has some vague impressions of her, so naturally he has no special thoughts.
However, the princess' management ability is quite outstanding, and she is officially recognized as a virtuous monarch whose ability to govern the kingdom will be remembered for future generations.
Before she ascends the throne, it seems to be a good choice to trick the princess into coming to Chenshuang Ridge to work...
And more importantly, the princess symbolizes the Golden Lion royal family. orthodox.
Once the Golden Lion Civil War breaks out, when the time comes, Yeats will be able to support the Golden Lion in the name of the princess and take over the capital of London. It can be said that he obeys the princess' orders and refuses to obey!
"Where do you plan to go next?" Yeats asked Herod.
"Back to the North...I still have some unfinished business there.".
Hilud paused for a while.
“There are some old accounts that can only be settled by me.”
In the background story, Hillud has been tracking down the murderer of her adoptive father and mother, which is why she must return to the North.
"Before that..." Yeats invited, "come back to Chenshuang Ridge with me and stay a little longer, okay?"
Hilud was startled and looked towards The silver-haired boy's heart softened involuntarily, a smile appeared on his lips, and he nodded gently.
"Summer is coming soon." Yeats looked at Herod and said, "I plan to hold a dance in Morning Frost Ridge. When the time comes, I invite you to dance with me."
"I...can't dance." Hilud said slightly awkwardly.
"It's very simple, I'll teach you." Yeats said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you are wrong or right in dancing, even if your steps are messy, just keep dancing."
Hilud's cheeks were slightly red, A gentle tap of the head indicates acquiescence.
"Yeats, I can't dance either!" Gray interrupted the spellcasting and shouted from the side.
Yeats smiled helplessly: "I know, I will teach you when the time comes."
It doesn't matter.
I teach them both the same way!
*
Two days have passed since the Battle of Broken Mountain.
During this period, Yeats stayed in Sternberg and learned that the church had sent the head of the Knights of the Black Cross to deal with the matter.
There are three major knights under the church, namely the Knights Templar, the Knights Physician and the Knights of the Black Cross.
The leader of the Black Cross Knights, Hastings, was a top genius who became a master of the Sixth Ring before he was thirty years old.
Early morning.
Yeats came to the courtyard and heard a noise outside.
"Yeats, there is a guy outside the house who calls himself 'Hastings'. He has led a group of winged cavalry and said he wants to meet Master Candela." Gray walked over quickly.
Yeats pondered for a moment, thinking to himself that with the 'blessing and impeccable lie' and the drill, he was not afraid of being found out.
"Let's go and have a look together."
(End of this chapter)