Storm of Gods

Chapter 171 The Writer Who Can Cook
Estella was interested in any of Celestia's proposals that she hadn't experienced before.

“Great! I’ve always wanted to see the Order of the Order in person. I’ve already visited the Knight Academy.” Estella found the sightseeing, with everyone wearing disguises and being surrounded by people, quite boring.

"how do you feel?"

"Restrained and suppressed, but looks very capable in combat. How is the Order of the Church doing now? Will it be able to perform well in this War of Glory?" When it comes to serious matters, Estella is quite insightful.

While state affairs were handled by her father and elder brother, even when they met or had family meals, the conversations revolved around state matters. Estella knew that governing a country could be easy, but governing it well was extremely difficult, and deep down she still respected her father and elder brother.

Of course, there will always be two people who drag the family down in a family.

"Want to hear the truth?" Celia asked with a smile.

"Of course, otherwise why would we become good friends? I think it's not just because I'm a princess."

"Maybe I'm currying favor with you so that I can rise to prominence."

Estella smiled sweetly, "Do you have some misunderstanding about what 'fawning' means?"

Celia couldn't help but chuckle. "To be honest, whether it's top-tier or average, the Holy Ze Academy and the Knight Academy can't compare. I'm not bragging, but the Holy Ze Academy's level and atmosphere are top-notch among the academies, but it still has a considerable gap compared to our eight great knight academies."

"Oh, so all these years of effort have yielded no results?" Estella frowned slightly, knowing that her father and teacher had high hopes for the Order of the Church.

“Of course there are, and the results are remarkable. Almost all of them are composed of commoners. The Church Academy, which had a very poor foundation, now dares to compare itself with the best knight academies. This was unimaginable in the past. In fact, from the perspective of experimentation, it has already proven the necessity of the Church Academy. There are many outstanding talents among ordinary people, but they just lack the conditions and opportunities. If this part is expanded, it will provide the kingdom with the most talents at the lowest cost,” Celitita said. “Moreover, these people are only loyal to the king.”

Both men touched on this point only briefly. The long-standing Moncareta dynasty not only enjoyed enduring prosperity but also gave rise to many powerful and influential families that were deeply entrenched and could even influence the king.

“Policy implementation needs to be effective, especially effective in persuading others to agree, so that Father can continue to promote it and maintain the initiative,” Estella said.

“That’s right, so the results in the Glory Battle are still very important. There are many accidental factors in the competition between teams, and it’s not impossible to achieve good results. We should recommend talented people regardless of their kinship. This afternoon, I’ll give you a proper introduction to my cousin Simmons, a representative of the Order of the Cavalry. Who knows, we might be able to make it into the top eight this time,” Celia said with a smile.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Simmons from the Eighth Duke and Fourth Cult."

In fact, preparations for the War of Glory have already begun, with the eldest brother in full charge. The relative strengths of the Faculty Academy and the Knight Academy are roughly clear. Although the battlefield is a decisive factor in many aspects of the outcome, miracles are rare. Many Faculty Academy members are showing great confidence, not because they are arrogant or weak, but simply because they have never seen a higher mountain.

When Celia heard that Simmons had been registered with the eldest prince, she was very happy. It was just a guess, but to get confirmation from Estella was like a reassurance. The George family had invested heavily and at least made some waves. Of course, impressions are just impressions, and ultimately, results are needed to prove them.

The carriage arrived at the Carp Dragon Inn. The environment here was completely different from what Celia had imagined. There was a dense crowd, a cacophony of voices, and all sorts of clothes, all designed for easy work. The smell of sweat mixed with the food. Yes, it was breakfast time.

Since sales had dropped at noon and in the evening, Daenerys, with her capitalist instincts, immediately started making breakfast. Meat scraps over rice were born – meat, vegetables, and enough to fill you up. If you were going to the docks to carry loads, this was much more economical than beef soup and naan. This aroma didn't appeal to Estella, but the diverse people and vibrant energy here deeply moved her. Celestia and Estella's appearances still attracted attention. Whether they were nuns or not, the people here didn't care, but young girls always draw attention wherever they go. Arthur's image was cute, and combined with the nun's attire, he had a pure yet ascetic air. Celestia, on the other hand, was a quintessential aristocratic young lady, and a rebellious one at that, with her unusually short hair.

Estella and Celestia found a spot on the edge. Daenerys Targaryen, who was eating sunflower seeds, was still worried. Although the Heldan Daily reported that several of the entrails harvesters had been arrested—yes, the imitators—and sentenced to be burned at the stake as a warning to others, Daenerys was always cautious and prudent in her travels. What if these perverts weren't all caught? That would be too dangerous.

Upon seeing Celia and Estella rush over immediately, her eyes and expressions suggested they were noble ladies. Since they were important clients, she naturally had to personally receive them.

She immediately gestured to the bewildered Daliven to wipe the table clean. Daliven hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mother Daenerys, I already wiped it."

“Idiot, wipe it again! Can’t you see these are two noble ladies? Do you think they can be treated like those rough men?” Daenerys roared, then looked at Estella and Celestia with a smile. “What would you two ladies like to eat? We have the only Kung Pao Chicken in Montcareta here, and it’s unparalleled in Dao Yuan.”

Celia and Estella both laughed. "The Mother of Dragons, right? I've heard Simmons mention her; she's absolutely stunning."

"My goodness, young master Simmons, you're making me blush. Men like eagles have such good taste. And you are?" Daenerys's rosy lips parted to reveal her pearly white teeth, which were probably the most beautiful part of her body. She didn't seem embarrassed at all.

What Celia didn't know was that after they left, Daenerys would roar throughout the entire inn that Master Simmons also acknowledged her unparalleled beauty.

“I am Celia George, his cousin, and this is my friend. Bring on whatever you’re good at.”

“Yes, Miss George, please wait a moment, I’ll have the chef prepare something special for you!” Daenerys smiled even more broadly upon hearing this.

“Mother Dragon, I heard that someone else invented this dish. Can he make it?” Celestia asked.

Daenerys stopped in her tracks. “My ladies, it’s quite unfortunate. Young Master Xin left early this morning. To be honest, he has an extraordinary and mysterious background. Not only can he cook, but he is also a writer. His work is about to be published. By the way, it’s today, in the weekly edition of Hexbird News.”

"Oh, really? Give me one." Celia was taken aback. Li Xin can write books?
She really didn't believe it; he didn't look like an artist at all.

"Please wait a moment, we're all roughnecks here... Alright, Dali, are you... are you an idiot? Hurry up and go buy one for Miss George, run!" Daenerys kicked Dali.

Then he smiled and looked at the two of them, "Dalvin is a painter who traveled around the Dao Yuan Continent. These artists all like to be close to life. In fact, his painting skills are extraordinary, but he just lacks the appreciation of great figures."

"I heard from Simmons that there are many hidden talents here, including a very powerful magician, and a very handsome mercenary?"

“There is a magician, but coincidentally, he’s not here today. The mercenaries are so-so, the kind who risk their lives on the edge, covered in scars,” Daenerys said.

Celestia smiled and nodded. Daenerys went to prepare the food, giving the group of diners a menacing look. "All of you better behave yourselves and don't disturb our important guests' meal!"

(End of this chapter)