Food Poems

Chapter 144: Ness Lake Monster, suitable for stewing
Lake Ness.

The clear lake surface, like a mirror, reflects the blue sky and white clouds.

The dense woods on the shore rustled, and three figures wearing silver masks walked out from them.

The figure in the middle, wearing a robe, is Yeats in disguise.

The other two were vaguely led by Yeats.

Just now, Ye Zhi recognized the true form of the fairy fungus in the fairy ring, and led Tolbin and Ellard out of the illusion.

Even though Tolbin, who had already risen to the position of Archbishop in the church and was considered a core member of the Mist Cult, could not help but glance at Yeats beside him and said:

"Names and titles are meaningless to us, but I will call you 'God's Envoy' for now... I will remember the favor you just did, Your Excellency God's Envoy."

Tolbin was still horrified.

He had been trapped in a fairy ring before and knew how terrifying this illusion was.

The scene of Yeats cooking goblin mushrooms just now kept appearing in Tolbin's mind.

Regardless of whether he is a messenger of God or not, it is better to make friends with him!
Ye Zhi nodded slightly.

The favors of the Five-Ring Transcendent are still very valuable.

Moreover, Tolbin holds a high position in the church. If there are any major developments in the church in the future, he will be a reliable channel of information.

Ailal followed closely behind Yeats.

He looks like a fanboy who follows Yeats's lead.

Although the aura of the Ring of Life revealed by the messenger of God was weak, it did not even activate the "three rings" with gold as the symbolic metal.

But Elar knew in his heart that this was clearly a disguise used by God's messenger, and it could be mistaken for the real thing!
Lakeside.

The lake reflects the lush trees and green mountains, and a thick fog gradually rises in the tranquil atmosphere.

Ye Zhi and the other two looked at each other, then quickly put on a serious expression and slowly walked into the thick fog.

In the thick fog that enveloped the surroundings, an altar appeared, and on the altar there was nothing but air.

In front of the altar, a group of Mist believers dressed similarly to Yeats and others were praying to the Mist.

They were chanting something and holding a candle in their hands.

The halo of light emitted by the candlelight adds mystery to this festival in the fog.

In the fog, a very tall and slender woman in a long robe walked out slowly. The robe outlined her slender waist, like a willow swaying in the wind.

She wore a silver mask on her face and held two candles in her hands, which she handed to Ellard and Tolbin respectively.

"Lady Saint." Ellal said respectfully.

Ye Zhi glanced at Elar and felt that this boy was deliberately reminding him.

The so-called "Saint of the Mist" smiled gently, her voice as sweet as a bell.

"According to the ritual requirements, every believer who has survived the ordeal and comes here must hold a candle."

"Their candles have been lit. Come with me to get the candles." The saint pointed to the two candles that suddenly appeared on the altar and said with a smile, "Then the ceremony will officially begin."

"I haven't heard of such a segment in the Mist Festival," Yeats said.

"It really wasn't there before~ I just added it on impulse. Come on, the fun is about to begin."

As she spoke, the saint took Ye Zhi's arm, and the full touch made Ye Zhi slightly stunned.

Why didn’t you tell me such a big thing earlier?
wrong.

Even the gender of the Mist Followers is a mystery.

But the God of Mist is indeed a goddess.

Her true appearance is unknown, but in the only extant written records, the Mist Goddess appears in the form of a charming and attractive woman, and is keen on teasing mortals with her alluring appearance.

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 a means of deception, the Mist Goddess still belongs to the neutral camp.

Ye Zhi decided to wait and see, and followed the saint to the front of the altar.

The tall woman picked up a candle and handed it to Ye Zhi, laughing softly:
"Here you are. Thank you for letting me see many interesting things."

Ye Zhi was startled, and said mysteriously:

"Life is a swing between pain and boredom. If you can find it interesting, it is something to be thankful for."

There is no such thing as a saint. She is most likely a fake like me, who uses a title to deceive people.

Ye Zhi thought to himself…If that’s the case, let’s see who can fool whom!

The Saint was a little surprised when she heard this. She thought for a moment and smiled charmingly:

"Thank you for your teachings, Lord God~"

Yeats nodded, holding the candle, but saw that the orange candlelight turned into silver-gray.

The same was true for the candles in everyone's hands. The silver-grey candlelight turned into a spherical barrier that enveloped the entire Lake Ness, as if condensing a divine realm!
"At this Mist Festival, I, the Mist Saint Daisy, will deliver the oracle of the Mist Goddess—"

Yeats was surprised to find that Daisy was emitting a silver-gray light, as if she was the center of this divine realm!

No wonder Ellard said that Daisy has the power to mobilize the divinity of the mist.

Ye Zhi was a little shocked... This saint's identity is much more credible 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 "Impeccable Lies",
Unless the Goddess of Mist is free enough to come and participate in the Mist Festival in person!

Under the gaze of the Mist believers, Saint Daisy spread the oracle and said:

"The Goddess of Mist will choose her chosen one, and the condition for choosing the chosen one is to [expose a lie]!"

This condition is unclear.

There were whispers in the fog.

Saint Daisy paused for a moment and continued:

"All of you believers who are participating in the Mist Festival have the possibility of becoming God's Chosen One."

"To do this, you need to expose a lie on the spot."

"Whether it's my own lie or someone else's lie." Daisy smiled.

"The bigger the lies you reveal, the higher the chance of becoming God's Chosen One!"

As soon as these words came out.

The believers were either shocked, thoughtful, or arguing.

“How do you judge whether a lie being exposed is big or small?”

"The Goddess of the Mist is clearly in charge of deception, so how could she let us expose lies?" Yeats thought to herself.

Because the goddess is waiting for you to expose yourself or other people's secrets, waiting to have fun!

However, this assessment content seems to be beneficial to me as well.

Exposing the "Loch Ness Monster" rumor on the spot will undoubtedly bring to light the truth behind a huge lie.

Of course, revealing that he was not a believer in the Mist might also meet the requirements...Yeats thought for a moment and decided to wait and see.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Tolbin still felt that the mist divinity on Daisy was not fake, so he walked to the front of the altar and said calmly:

"Then I will be the first to expose the lie..."

"The Archbishop of the Saint Rudeburg Cathedral in the Northern Province of the Golden Lion is actually a member of the Mist Cult, that is, me, Tolbin!"

As soon as these words came out.

The scene was shaken.

Immediately afterwards, warm applause broke out!
"You did well, Bishop Tolbin."

“Hahaha, I can already imagine the Holy Light believers being so angry that they’re fuming!”

"So this is what you call exposing lies? I'll do it too!"

"I was lying when I said I liked young girls. I actually like married women!"

"How can that be called exposing a lie? Look at me..."

The festival turned into a chaotic self-exposure meeting, with all kinds of shocking truths flying around.

Later, some believers realized that it was okay to expose other people's lies instead of exposing their own shortcomings.

As a result, people started to expose each other's secrets again, and two Mist believers even got into a fight.

"What, the person you slept with is actually my wife?!"

"You've been deceived. Before your wife became your wife, she was already my wife!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

This is a bit confusing, let me sort it out.

So who is at a disadvantage between you two?
A silver bell-like laughter came to his ears. Yeats turned his head and saw Daisy lying on the altar, laughing so hard that she was rocking back and forth with joy.

As the lies were revealed one by one, Yeats saw the fog that shrouded the surroundings gradually flow into the bodies of each believer.

The mist condensed by this divinity is undoubtedly a great tonic for illusionists to enhance their soul power!
Soon, exclamations were heard among the believers.

"I actually got promoted?"

"Praise the Mist Goddess!"

"In the name of Mist Shadow, I am the dog of the Mist Goddess!"

Yeats sighed.

Being an illusionist is miserable, dealing with such a god.

While fooling others, you are also being fooled by your own goddess!
However, for extraordinary people, being able to get promoted 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 rang out.

It was as if a magical force of silence swept across the lake, banishing all noisy sounds.

All the believers stopped talking and looked at Yeats.

In the eerie silence, Yeats felt a sense of discomfort as if he was completely exposed.

Yeats looked at the source of this discomfort, the tall and slender Saint Daisy.

I saw her tilt her head slightly, as if to say, please start your performance.

Ye Zhi pondered and said:

"Everyone, you must have heard about the rumor about the Ness Lake Monster...

"This is a rumor deliberately spread by our sect in order to deceive outsiders."

Tolbin and Ellal nodded.

Because of this rumor, Lake Ness became a forbidden place where few people go.

This also provides valuable space for the Mist Cult to hold festivals.

The next moment, the envoy of God said something shocking:

"But what I want to tell you now is that the Ness Lake Monster really exists!"

There was a dead silence among the crowd.

It is a consensus within the sect that the Loch Ness monster is a rumor.

"Just because you say it exists, does that mean the lake monster really exists?" a believer said disdainfully, "I also said that the Mist Goddess herself has come!"

Daisy glanced at the believer.

Immediately, the "messenger of God" was seen taking out a piece of flesh and bone from the pocket of his robe.

"What is this?" Daisy asked curiously.

"The manticore lion bones are combined with the clam shells and ground into powder to make a unique bait."

The true form of the lake monster is a plesiosaur-type monster. Mussels are a rare delicacy for it, and the scorpion-tailed lion bones can lure it to come.

Ye Zhi threw the meat and bones into the lake, and took out a lyre from the space bag.

This is not a musical instrument brooch, but just an ordinary musical instrument. Yeats used it to play an illusion-like seductive song.

Soon, exclamations were heard from the crowd.

From the far end of the lake, a figure came quickly from the bottom of the lake, creating ripples!

Boom! !

The figure broke out of the water, and the sound of water was like thunder.

The Mist believers were all in disbelief.

It was a turtle as big as a mountain, with hard scales covering its carapace. Its neck was unusually long and thick, like a giant python. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Ye Zhi on the shore!

Ancient magical beast, the king-level magical beast of Lake Ness, the snake-necked turtle!

"It's both a snake and a turtle..."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "This is perfect for making soup!"

Ye Zhi thought that this snake-necked turtle in the game was still a wild leader.

Killing it will drop a tortoise shield, which has excellent defense.

And judging by Yeats's knowledge of food, the shell of the snake-necked turtle can be used as a cauldron!
(End of this chapter)