Food Poems

Chapter 118: Bad Joke Lover, Black Knight

The incarnation of the Black Knight, riding a red phantom Pegasus, slowly landed on the King's chessboard.

Yeats remembered that the mare was named Farran, and she was the Black Knight’s horse, possessing great wisdom. As long as the Black Knight was present and sober, no one except another god could hit the horse, let alone knock the Black Knight off her horse.

The Pegasus gradually dissipated into red smoke.

The woman with black braids wore blood-red full body armor, with a scabbard hanging from her waist. Her eyes sparkled like star-colored gems, and her unique temperament forced everyone to pay respect and look at her.

The huge pressure came, and the three sled dogs were huddled together. From Yeats's perspective, it was like three heads growing on one body.

Ye Zhi was stunned.

Cerberus's three-headed dog, the three-headed sled dog form!
The Black Knight's demeanor was calm and steady, and as the God of Strategy, she would never be surprised.

But there are also very few cases that are beyond her expectations.

"Your food feasting skills are rare. In my memory, there is only one person who has similar skills." The Black Knight said hoarsely, "Do you know 'Andhelminir'?"

Ye Zhi was startled: "Who is that?"

"A chef living in Valhalla, who tames the resurrected divine pig, the divine chicken that predicts the end of the world, and the divine sheep that feeds the gods. He even owns a divine cauldron called 'Erenil'——"

The Black Knight is well-versed in history and often finds parallels between two historical materials that are thousands of years apart, and feels delighted by them.

Quoting classics was a common thing for her. The Black Knight reported the background of Andhelminir and said hoarsely:

"He is also the God of Food in the mouths of you mortals, but He has been dead for a thousand years..."

The Black Knight paused for a moment, stared at Yeats's expression, and said something shocking:
"I suspect you are the reincarnation of 'Andhelminir'."

As soon as these words came out.

Gray's eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't speak clearly: "W-what? Ye Zhi is the reincarnation of the God of Food?!"

I was wondering how Ye Zhi could make Warcraft so delicious, it turns out the background is so amazing!
Yeats was also somewhat surprised.

"From the game setting, the Black Knight possesses outstanding wisdom and foresight, has the ability to foresee the enemy's plans, and possesses powerful prophecy spells..."

Ye Zhi was surprised: "But she said that I was the reincarnation of the God of Food. This doesn't make sense at all."

"My talent comes from the 'Spirit of Food' that I cultivated to the maximum level in the game, not the so-called reincarnation of the God of Food." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "But, except for the fact that I can't use high-level spells to prepare dishes, my knowledge and skills have reached the legendary level. Could this be the reason why the Black Knight misjudged me?"

wrong.

Ye Zhi looked at the curve of the black knight's mouth, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and gradually understood.

The Black Knight enjoys jokes that he "thinks are funny," and enjoys hearing them just as much.

The so-called 'reincarnation of the God of Food' was probably just a joke!

Hildre acted very calmly, as if he already knew the Black Knight's character, and asked, "Are you joking again?"

"Haha." The Black Knight laughed hoarsely, "As the chosen one of the Goddess of Art and Youth, yet he possesses such amazing attainments in food, my suspicion is not without basis."

Ye Zhi thought to herself, she really knows my identity!

Compared to the Youth Goddess who is of medium power, the Black Knight is only of weak power.

The stronger the divine power, the more stringent the conditions for descending into the incarnation on the continent of Midgard.

Therefore, for the Black Knights and Plunderers with weaker divine powers, it is easier to send down their incarnations than for higher divine powers such as the Moonlight Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess.

During the Winter Dusk Festival, the belief in the Black Knight across the continent made her divine personality particularly active. This is why the Black Knight can come here in human form.

As for the God of Food mentioned by the Black Knight.

Judging from his priesthood alone, he seems insignificant and is probably just a weak divine power.

But the key is that the God of Food has subdued three powerful divine beasts and has his own exclusive artifact, the big pot, which cannot be underestimated.

Any artifact in "Phantom Wings" is extremely powerful. For example, Nir-mjoerg's hammer can double the power of Thor, the god of storm and thunder.

On the Holy Light side, there are also holy weapons that can rival divine weapons.

"I think the sacred cauldron of the God of Food, 'Arenil', has a special connection with me."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "But the divine weapon is a realm that can only be reached above the Seven Ring Legendary Holy Land... With my qualifications, I don't know when I can enter the Holy Land."

My magical pet can probably become a saint faster than me!
The Black Knight did not dwell on the previous topic, but instead praised Yeats for his performance in solving the chess puzzle.

"No matter what the balance of power is, the one who uses the best plan, strategy, and tactics will win the war in the end." The Black Knight nodded and said, "The method you gave is a winning solution, so I will bless you."

After passing the puzzle, Yeats was blessed with the 'proficiency level' of 'Master Chess'.

The proficiency levels are divided into: apprentice level, apprentice level, skilled level, proficient level, expert level, master level, and the higher grandmaster level.

The Grandmaster level is already in the realm of gods, comparable to the seven-ring legend.

Ye Zhi estimated that his food skills were at the master level, but his level was relatively low, so he couldn't use magic to assist in cooking.
"I pray to you, actually I want you to help my warhorse get promoted." Ye Zhi said.

The black knight glanced at Roland's horse not far away and nodded calmly.

"I will agree to your request, but there is one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Listen to my latest joke." The Black Knight said seriously, "and give appropriate comments."

Ye Zhi: “…”

There are actually gods who like to tell jokes to humans?
You are just as indecent as the King of the Wild Hunt who likes to read pornographic books!

"I will listen carefully." Ye Zhi coughed lightly, "but I can't guarantee that I can give you any advice. After all, my joke skills are definitely not as good as yours..."

"You are too modest, Chosen One of Art. Please listen carefully. This is a joke about Holy Light."

The Black Knight spoke hoarsely, clearing his throat:
“A believer in the Holy Light wanted his businessman friend to believe in the Holy Light, so he kept telling him how noble and beautiful the Holy Light was.

The merchant said: "Since you say the Holy Light is so good, I want to go to the Papal States to see it for myself, and then decide whether to join the Church after I come back."

The believers thought, this is not good. If the merchant goes to the Papal States and sees the extravagance and licentiousness of the bishops there, he will definitely lose his favor for the Holy Light completely.

However, the believers could not stop the merchant's strong request, so they had to agree to let him go.

Not long after, the merchant returned from the Papal States and took the initiative to join the church. He pulled the believers and said:
"I have seen the lives of bishops and found that my previous understanding was still too shallow. Please baptize me. I am determined to believe in the Holy Light!"

The joke is over.

Ye Zhi couldn't help laughing.

I seem to have seen this joke before. It originated from a short story in Boccaccio's "The Decameron".

"The Black Knight's attitude towards Holy Light is not friendly." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "She should be from a different faction than Holy Light."

Hildesh couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, the Black Knight nodded in satisfaction and said, "I am also very satisfied with this joke. It is the best joke I have created recently."

Gray was confused and scratched her head, "Why don't I understand? Can someone explain this joke to me?"

Hild said: "It probably means that the Holy Light appears noble on the surface, but is morally corrupt in private. Even the followers of the Holy Light do not believe in the bishop..."

Gray laughed.

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Do you understand?"

Gray said honestly, "No."

Looking at Gray, Yeats thought of a joke.

A hunter shot a fox with a black rifle, but was killed by the rebounding bullet.

Because that fox is a reflection fox.

"Then I should also fulfill my promise." The Black Knight drew out his command sword.

A red light flew out from the chessboard and landed on the snow-white warhorse. The aura of radish seemed to have climbed to the second ring!

"Are these three sled dogs also your hunting dogs?" The Black Knight looked at the three sled dogs.

Ye Zhi looked at the three sled idiots and said, "Are you willing to follow me back to the territory?"

The three sled idiots looked at each other.

"If you come back to my territory with me, you'll have delicious meals every day!" Ye Zhi threw out his trump card.

The three sled idiots discussed for a moment and nodded vigorously.

Yeats looked at the Black Knight: "It is now."

The Black Knight laughed in silence and also blessed the three sled dogs.

In an instant, the aura of extraordinary creatures surged from the three sled dogs: the Husky widened its wise eyes, the Samoyed stuck out its tongue, and the Alaskan raised its head and howled.

Ye Zhi was filled with emotion. The territory had added three more powerful generals. They were very reliable whether pulling the sled or patrolling the territory!

"Before I leave, I need to remind you, the messenger of the goddess of art."

The Black Knight restrained his smile and said seriously: "When you act in the future, you must be careful of the Holy Light."

Yeats was stunned and remembered the joke from hell.

Is it because the Holy Light Bishops all like little boys?
(End of this chapter)