Food Poems

Chapter 159 Only a Dwarf and a Woman Can Save Roland

Yeats corrected its pronunciation errors and asked where the language and biography books were placed.

The parrot wearing a top hat flapped its wings and flew up, saying:
"Please follow me, I will lead the way for you."

The parrot led Yeats and Gray through twists and turns in the maze-like library and came to a wall of language-related books.

Ye Zhi took a quick look and two or three prompts popped up on the panel, indicating that he could learn [Rolandic] and [Imperial].

There was even a fragment of an Introduction to Ancient Linguistics, which was enough for Yeats to master the basic knowledge of ancient languages.

"The biographies are over here..." The parrot led Yeats to the wall of books a few meters away and said:
"It's easy to get lost in the library of Cam River University, but you can remember it after a week."

"I have made a note of it," said Yeats.

Although the talent of 'Photographic Memory' has not yet been officially unlocked, it has already enhanced Ye Zhi's memory ability.

The parrot took one more look at Yeats and said politely, "God's chosen poet, if you need any help, please feel free to send me a message."

"Please take her to find some law-related books." Ye Zhi pointed at Gray beside him.

Gray pointed at herself and leaned forward slightly, "Me?"

"Keep going." Ye Zhi encouraged, "In the future, the task of formulating new laws in Morning Frost Ridge will be given to you in advance. To do this, you need to learn from others and read more law books!"

"But, historically, officials who made new laws for the king never seemed to have a good ending."

Gray complained: "What if the king's new law arouses public resentment? Officials will be thrown out as scapegoats!"

Ye Zhi looked surprised... Hmm? Gray didn't forget to bring anything when she went out today?

"you're right."

Ye Zhi patted Gray on the shoulder, with a serious face, and said:
"But you are not an officer, you are my companion, my comrade!"

Gray blushed and added, "I am still your food taster... Before you try the monster food, I will help you test it to see if it is poisonous!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

It's obviously you who want to eat it!
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In the following two days, Yeats spent every spare moment in the library, with very encouraging results.

"You have mastered the Rolandic language!"

Yeats also gained a further understanding of history through biography.

The Kingdom of Roland, located in the western part of the Midgard continent, is a place where chivalry, duels, and romance prevail.

There have been constant battles of varying sizes between Roland and the Golden Lion Kingdom, which have lasted intermittently for about a hundred years and have now ended with the Golden Lion's defeat.

The Kingdom of Roland was on the verge of being destroyed, but a saint descended from the sky and forcibly recovered a large amount of lost territory, turning the tide of the war single-handedly.

The saint's name is "Jean of Orleans" and it is said that she has one foot halfway into the holy land.

But in the last war, the saint was captured by the Grand Duke of Brontë.

Coincidentally, the Grand Duke of Brown was Yeats's ancestor.

At the end of the story, the saint was sealed by the Inquisition and sentenced to be burned at the stake. It rained heavily during the burning, and the death penalty was finally changed to beheading. She was only nineteen years old.

The deeds of the saint were truly extraordinary. A daughter of a peasant family, she managed to achieve legendary achievements that amazed countless military geniuses.

"Does the saint's head still exist in the world?"

Ye Zhi stroked his chin and thought: "If I connect her head to Kailya, wouldn't Kailya be invincible?"

The legendary relic belongs to it.

"As the saying goes, only women and dwarfs can save the Roland people." Yeats murmured.

Except for Emperor Napoleon who swept across Europe in Yeats' previous life.

In Roland history, there is another famous dwarf, the father of Emperor Lorraine.

It was he who donated the land to the church, giving the church the foundation to establish the Papal States and making the church power superior to the royal power, which is known in history as the "King's Donation of Land." "Is the King of the Wild Hunt really Lorraine?"

Ye Zhi felt confused and speculated, "Lorraine must be a time traveler, and the King of the Wild Hunt is also a fellow countryman. These two are probably the same person?"

Official historical records say that Lorraine abolished all other schools of thought and only respected the Holy Light, but the King of the Wild Hunt wanted to shoot all the apostles.

There must be some hidden story behind this, but with Ye Zhi's current strength, he is obviously unable to get involved in the game at the sanctuary level.

Yeats closed the book, sat on the steps, looked up at the library's soaring dome, and thought:
"The Apostle Curse is still on me. According to Daisy, I will be drawn into the vortex related to the Apostles from time to time... I better be careful."

The next day.

Today is the day when Yeats officially teaches.

The Snowy Owl will also be taking his first class.

"Listen carefully to the teacher's lessons when you go to school. Did you hear me?" Ye Zhi gave Snowy Owl careful instructions like an old father.

"Gu!" The Snowy Owl tilted its head greatly.

Don't worry, I will definitely make the teacher listen to the class carefully!
Yeats: ???
After breakfast, Yeats asked Grey to stay in the inn to read, and he took a carriage to the Poets College, while Snowy Owl flew to the Magic College.

The carriage drove along the sparkling river, through the cobblestone road beside the green grass, and arrived at a square with a clock tower.

Yeats got off the carriage and saw the statue of the "Poet Saint" in the Poets' College in the center of the square.

Next to the statue stood a literary girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a heroic girl with short brown hair.

"June, I heard that a lot of people have disappeared inexplicably on campus recently, and even their bodies haven't been found?" Elsa said worriedly.

Several days had passed since the last meeting with Baron Yeats. During this time, Elsa had been trying to get close to this admired poet, but she couldn't find the right opportunity.

The Duchess kept reminding Elsa to go out less recently, but Elsa couldn't help but want to create an opportunity to meet Baron Yeats.

As Elsa continued to fantasize, the image of Yeats in her mind had reached perfection.

"Don't worry, Elsa. The school has already asked the famous Detective Crane to investigate."

June has three-dimensional facial features and a heroic beauty. He is tall and strong with distinct muscle lines. He has undergone long-term sword training. He wears a black shirt with a belt, trousers and riding boots.

"Could it be the vampires who are causing trouble..." Elsa said worriedly.

June put his hand on the girl's slender shoulder, his eyes gentle, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm here."

At this moment, June noticed that Erza's cheeks were flushed.

Elsa looked towards the clock tower, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, and whispered like a young girl in love:
"Look over there, June, that's our new teacher!"

June felt a little unhappy in her heart and frowned slightly. She looked in the direction Elsa was looking, but saw a silver-haired boy with a good temperament and outstanding appearance walking slowly towards her.

"So young?" June's eyes flickered, and she asked suspiciously, "Did she get in through some kind of connection?"

"I'm only telling you, don't tell anyone else—"

Elsa looked in awe and whispered, "Baron Yeats, he is the chosen one of art. He hasn't announced this news yet, but it has been confirmed by Principal Fina!"

June was stunned, as if she had heard incredible news. Her eyes were full of surprise and confusion. She asked, "The Chosen One of Art? Him?"

Seeing the silver-haired boy walking straight towards the teaching building, Elsa pulled June's sleeve and said expectantly:

"Quick, June, before you go to class, help me get his address. Maybe we can become pen pals!"

June showed a bitter smile on his face, looked at Erza's pleading eyes, and sighed:
"Okay, I'll help you get it..."

Yeats walked along the marble-paved corridor, where students gathered in groups of three or four, discussing topics related to "disappearance" and "blood race".

"This doesn't feel good." Ye Zhi felt heavy in his heart and thought to himself:

"I'm afraid I'll be involved in another case..."

(End of this chapter)