Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 112 Gossip and What's Under the Dining Table

"No way? You mean the Elf Queen? How is that possible?"

"What's impossible? It's said that she even emptied the royal court in the Sacred Tree Forest in order to follow this 'hero'."

"Is that exaggerated?"

"What do you think? Otherwise, why would Cat Territory suddenly start promoting this Sacred Tree Trade Market?"

"Wait, you mean this trading market is related to the [Hero]?"

"Of course it's related! I heard from the Cat Territory's caravan that this market was orchestrated by the [Hero]. He won over the new ruler of Cat Territory, persuaded the elders of the Gray Domain, and even the Elf Queen personally endorsed it."

"This young man is extraordinary. He's so young, yet he's already stirred up such a storm in the North."

Upon hearing this, Amber picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip.

The Sacred Tree Free Trade Market seemed to have become a debt of gratitude in the mouths of busybodies, and being discussed so enthusiastically by a group of nobles and wealthy merchants who knew nothing about the inside story made her feel somewhat complicated.

She put down her teacup and continued listening.

"And that Holy Sword Knight, I've heard he's a genius the Imperial Knights come along once in a century. You know the Beowulf family, right?"

She is the sole heir of this generation.

"Beowulf? The Beowulf family that mass-produces great knights?"

"That's Beowulf. They say she's only twenty-nine this year, and her future is limitless. Even such a celestial beauty is willing to follow the 'Hero,' tsk tsk."

"Does that mean their relationship is unusual? I don't think so."

"Isn't that enough?"

The conversation ended there, as the nobleman who had been speaking probably realized he had gone a bit too far with his gossip and began talking about the recent economic situation in Pegasus Territory.

But Amber's attention was drawn to a new conversation.

This time it was two female noblewomen, their voices low, their tone filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Did you see what Lady Mira was wearing today?"

"Of course I saw her! This is the first time I've seen you at a banquet, sir. I never imagined you would be so beautiful without your military uniform!"

"Does that mean tonight's guests are special?"

"Of course it's extraordinary. Have you heard about what happened last night?"

"What is it?"

"Remnants of the demonic forces attacked the lord's mansion; half of the thirteen wing halls have collapsed!"

"That serious? Who won?"

"That's definitely the [Hero]! It's said that the Holy Sword Knight was injured and the Elf Queen was also controlled. The [Hero] single-handedly held the line until Lady Mira arrived and completely wiped out the remaining forces!"

"Alone? He's that strong?"

Upon hearing this, even if Amber was slow-witted, she would understand what had happened.

Mrs. Mira was campaigning for Chu Sheng.

They've only been in Tianma Territory for a few days. Without Lady Mira's encouragement, these rumors wouldn't have reached the ears of the people so quickly.

Whether it's the scandalous gossip or the battle rumors in the Thirteen Wings Hall, they all point to one thing.

A new generation of "hero" has been born. He is young, charismatic, and powerful.

Who benefits from this rumor?

Amber understood after a moment's thought.

This is good news for Mrs. Mira.

In the future, if Lady Mira were to propose that Pegasus Territory should support the "Hero," or even offer to personally subsidize the "Hero," the people of the territory would likely consider it perfectly reasonable.

However, these rumors deliberately downplayed the truth about the old steward's murder, both to save face for the lord's manor and to avoid arousing the people's concerns about the infiltration of demons.

Mrs. Mira was very capable, both openly and secretly.

Ambermind nodded to herself; she didn't dislike Mrs. Mira's behavior, and even admired it somewhat.

The rumors that Amber Heard's man is the best in the world are too conservative.

"Do you mind?" she suddenly asked softly, abruptly.

Chu Sheng was cutting a piece of golden-brown honey-glazed goose when he heard this, so he looked up and asked, "What's wrong with that?"

Amber picked up her teacup and smiled slightly: "I'm happy that so many people care about you."

Chu Sheng paused for a moment, sensing there was something implied in her words, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. So he casually replied, "It's enough that you all care about me; everyone else can step aside!"

Amber smiled, put down her teacup, and began to gracefully enjoy the dishes in front of her.

Lady Mira was talking to an elderly noblewoman who had come to offer a toast. Behind the noblewoman was a long line of people trying to make a good impression on the lord, whom they rarely saw.

They generally thought that the lord might not remember who offered a toast, but he would remember clearly who didn't.

Lady Mira was elegant in demeanor and spoke in a gentle yet stern tone, displaying the impeccable demeanor of a lord.

Chu Sheng is eating honey-glazed roast goose.

He has already eaten two plates of cold appetizers, a bowl of truffle and mushroom soup, a baked snail, and half a grilled silver fish. Now he is launching a final assault on the third plate of honey-glazed roast goose!

Ella saw him gnawing on a goose leg from afar and wagged her tail wildly with envy before Silver Leaf held her down.

"Your roasted lamb leg is almost ready too, don't stare at Chu Sheng's plate," Yin Ye whispered.

"But Chu Sheng's goose leg looks so delicious."

"Isn't your lamb leg delicious?"

Ella thought about it seriously for a while: "They all smell good."

The skin of the honey-roasted goose is roasted until crispy and brushed with a sauce made of winged honey and some kind of spice. When you bite into it, you first hear a crisp "crunch", then the hot goose oil explodes in your mouth, followed by the sweetness of the honey and the slight spiciness of the spices!

The goose meat is so tender that you hardly need to chew it; it melts into juice with just a touch of your tongue, and even the bones are soaked in sauce!

Mmm~0（*▽*）o, smells good!

Chu Sheng ate so much that he didn't have time to talk. His knife and fork flew through his hands, and in the blink of an eye, only a clean bone remained of the goose leg.

He placed the bone on the edge of the plate and was just about to reach for a napkin to wipe his mouth when he suddenly felt a heat on his thigh.

Look what's on his lap.

He looked down and saw a woman's hand.

The hand gently pressed against his thigh through his tuxedo trousers, its five slender fingers slightly spread, slowly sliding upwards as if caressing a precious piece of silk.

The knife fell from Chu Sheng's hand.

"Clang!"

Chu Sheng stiffly turned his head to look at the person beside him.

It's Mrs. Mira.

She sat in the main seat, leaning slightly forward, holding a glass of red wine in her right hand, and talking to an elderly woman with gray hair. Her hand, adorned with the head of the household's ring, elegantly held the stem of the glass, and a polite smile graced her face.

"Mrs. Aldrich, it is indeed good news that your valley's wool production has increased by 30% this year compared to last year."

However, the timing for opening three new textile workshops probably needs further consideration.

The elderly Lady Aldrich nodded repeatedly, her expression respectful: "Lady Mira is right. I'm also hesitant about whether to wait and see for a while, but the minor nobles in the valley are pressing me hard—"

"Make them wait a little longer," Mrs. Mira said firmly. "Just say it was me who said it."

Looking at Mrs. Mira's dignified and perfect profile, Chu Sheng once thought that the sensation on his thigh was just his imagination.

Then the hand moved again, sliding to the inside and gently caressing.

Chu Sheng involuntarily straightened his posture.

Mrs. Mira flicked it gently.

"puff!"

Chu Sheng spat out the goose meat he was eating!

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