Being pulled towards the restaurant, Ian's thoughts in his mind were actually quite rude: "If Anfa is talking about Xiou, wouldn't it be simple? This dragon has never tasted snacks. Eating a chocolate nut ball can make the afternoon happy, but
The cooking of barbecued meat and fish is quite sophisticated, but at best it is at the level of an average gourmet."
"I can do whatever it takes to satisfy her and make her full of praise."
Of course, Ian also knows that what Anfa is talking about is definitely a standard for other true dragons - the true dragons of Terra often have prosthetic bodies walking on the earth, and they may have tasted delicious food from all over the world during their long life.
There are many delicacies, and to satisfy them, you must have the highest level of cooking skills.
Anfa, who brought Ian to the restaurant, was the long-skirted prosthetic body from before. After taking the boy to the destination, she quietly retreated. Anfa, who was entertaining other guests here, waved to Ian smoothly, while Yi, who had already taken a seat,
Sengard and Master Gosei both turned their heads and nodded to Ian with a smile.
It's really a bit troublesome to adapt to these dragon blood and real dragons one by one.
Ian knew what was going on as soon as he saw the long-skirted Anfa who greeted him at first, but when he actually saw it, it was a different feeling - there were several bodies at the same time, and several bodies were all his own, and the gap between himself and the crystal dragon clone
If the relationship were to be strengthened, maybe it would be like this, right?
Speaking of which, the reason why the crystal dragon can invite others to control its body may be because it has awakened a little simulated dragon blood.
The light in Jin Deng's restaurant is quite dim, just like the dusk setting sun as the name suggests, and the ground is made of solid rock as black as ink, which does not reflect any light, just like a pitch-black night.
There was melodious music playing on one side of the restaurant, and several slim elf girls wearing tulle were playing music. They were concentrating on playing as if no one else was around.
The knights stood on both sides of the beams at the entrance of the hall, but there were no guards inside. This was normal - there were several second-level masters in the restaurant, as well as prosthetics controlled by the true dragon soul. These guards
In other words, the captain is the second level, and he can usually deal with some hooligans or other guards with the blood of the Elf King. When encountering a master who can really break into the Jindeng family's main house, it doesn't make any difference whether he is outside or not.
"Ian, you're finally here!"
Seeing Ian arriving, Xiou couldn't help but let out a cheer: "If you don't come, Anfa won't have dinner! I said you don't care, but they still don't believe it!"
"I really don't care."
Ian shook his head. He pulled out his chair and sat next to Isengard, also sitting opposite Anfa at the main seat: "But this is human etiquette. Even if I don't care, everyone should behave according to etiquette - really
Dragons should also have rules, right?"
"The rule of a true dragon is that if you don't stop it, you don't care, and if you don't care, you allow it.
Xio raised his white and slender fingers and shook them carelessly: "But I understand the rules of humans and elves very well, and I will abide by them seriously!"
"It's obvious that you don't understand it at all. If you really understood it, you wouldn't say it out loud!"
Ian couldn't help but laugh. It would indeed be very pleasant to get along with Xiou. This true dragon, regardless of his male or female form, has a joyful and comfortable feeling, and a natural and innocent feeling. It's no wonder that An's wife became friends with him. Who wouldn't?
What about friends like this?
"This is a private reception dinner. Everyone is my friend, and there are no rules to worry about. Anfa gently rubbed Xiou's hair, which was full of anger and wanted to refute Ian, and made the other party shake his head in satisfaction.
, then he smiled and pressed the button next to the main seat: "I hope you will like it and happily taste the delicacies of our Canaan Moore."
"I hope it tastes better than Ian's!"
Xio was obviously very much looking forward to it, and said to herself full of energy, but her words made Anfa and Isengard both slightly stunned, and then they both looked at the white-haired boy.
"You also cooked for Xio?"
Isengard asked in a low voice: "Can a real dragon praise your craftsmanship?"-
When you were in the imperial capital, although your craftsmanship was great, it didn't seem to be that good!
Although Anfa didn't ask, she was slightly surprised
His eyes obviously wanted to ask the same question.
"Of course. I told you that my strength has improved, right? My cooking skills have not fallen behind either. It's a huge difference from before."
Ian looked at the elves' tableware a little casually - the result was quite interesting. These elves actually had chopstick-like tableware, but they also had a complete set of knives and forks, and even an extra tableware style similar to bone-crushing pliers and metal straws.
Many.
He turned his head and whispered to Isengard: "When this exploration of the ruins is over, I will give you and Anfalu a try - of course, don't expect too much about the taste. Although there is progress, it is still not as good as a professional chef. Mainly
Xio is easier to deal with."
"What do you mean I'm easier to deal with!"
When Xio heard this, he immediately became dissatisfied - this was contempt for the real dragon's history, and Ian must apologize immediately!
The girl slammed the table angrily and reprimanded: "I am very striving for perfection when it comes to eating! If it is not a truly delicious delicacy, I will never say a compliment!"
"Yeah! It tastes good! It's delicious!"
Thirty seconds later, when Xiou tasted the purple peach milkshake brought by the waiter, he immediately forgot his previous declaration and exclaimed sincerely: "It's so sweet - whether it's the fresh and sweet fragrance of purple peach or the hard-horned sheep."
The milk is pure and fragrant, and they are all top-grade appetizers. Is it so delicious?"
In fact, it can be heard that Xiou actually has some research on food. The attendant did not introduce it at all, but she could drink the raw materials and key points of the milkshake in one sip, which is enough to prove that she has very rich theoretical knowledge. But there is no way.
一一Her appetite is so good that everything she eats tastes delicious!
Ian, Isengard and Anfa all couldn't help laughing, while the two old men, Master Gosei and Master Grave, watched this scene without changing their expressions.
"I told you a long time ago not to go back to Canaan Moore.
Master Gosei picked up the golden mead next to him and clinked the glasses with Master Gravet: "How about this? There are no people on both sides. How can you do research in this situation?"
"Hmph, you think I want to? It's not me who's exposed."
Master Glawei was obviously familiar with Master Gosei, at least not just an ordinary acquaintance. In response to Master Gosei’s question, he sneered: "At first I thought it was Japhetah who wanted to kill me, so when I returned to Canaan Moore,
After sorting out the situation for a few days, I found that at least three royal blood families want my life."
"Because my plan is too complete, they who have also joined the new research cannot get involved and cannot invest or keep it for themselves. Therefore, even if there is only a one percent chance of using my plan, they will definitely
Not allowed - Japhetah is just going along with the flow. He, an old fox, wants to see what cards I have. If I can't deal with the prying eyes of the royal bloods, it's better to die on the Siren to save me from returning to Canaan Moore and dying miserably.
Please help him pick it up."
"The results of it?"
At this time, the attendants had already served the first side dish, blood oranges, a specialty of Canaan's Moor Shower Wetland. The blood orange pulp, which was as clear as a blood jade carving board, was placed on a plate solidified by ice source.
in front of everyone.
Master Gesai picked up a petal and put it into his mouth. He felt the sweet and life-like fruit bursting one by one between his tongue and teeth, and the full of vitality. He asked inarticulately: "
What happens next?”
"Stupid question." Master Grave also took a bite, and he said dissatisfied: "I was saved by Ian, and his trump card was not exposed. Yafoda personally came to me to discuss cooperation matters - you and that kid are so
Miao, what exactly do you want to ask?"
"Nothing, I just want to know how well you know that kid and see if we can continue to cooperate in the future.
Master Gosei turned his attention to Ian. The slightly hunched old man chuckled and said, "It seems that you also think that Ian is a genius enough to help you with your research. This means that we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future." Also,
My inspiration tells me that you may know a little more than I know now - but he will probably tell us himself later."
Naturally, Ian and everyone else present could hear the chat between the two masters. The Ascended One was not good at this, he could hear some things that did not need to be heard.
But the problem is not big. Now Ian is concentrating on tasting Canaanite delicacies.
The taste of blood orange is actually quite strange if you have to comment on it. It is a bit similar to popping candy, but really speaking, it is like a living thing jumping in the mouth, giving people an abnormal feeling. But in
The abnormal feeling will soon end as the fruit grains break themselves and turn into extremely fragrant and pure juice, and the more intense the beating of the pulp, the sweeter it becomes.
The following delicacies are also the same, with quite a local Canaanite flavor.
The first main dish served was a huge charcoal-grilled land crab. This land crab is a kind of monster called Coconut Crab. It can grow up to three meters long. The one placed in front of Ian and others is also one meter long.
How old is it? This kind of monster feeds on the heart-healthy coconuts on the shores of the Everlasting Ocean, whose shells are comparable to iron shells. Its flesh is also full of the aroma of coconuts, and it can maintain the heart and replenish the energy of the heart muscle. For some blood vessels that strengthen the heart.
In fact, it has a very good tonic effect. Its meat tastes smooth and tender when you first enter the mouth, but it is quite elastic. After chewing for a while, it is extremely obvious.
It's so sweet that it doesn't feel like eating meat but chewing some kind of strange fruit pulp. But after being grilled, the coconut crab meat has a rich protein aroma.
Crab meat can be eaten with sauce. This sauce is called 'pouyatine' locally in Canaan. It is made from a variety of fruits mashed and stirred and then fermented. It is sweet and sour with a hint of wine and spiciness. It tastes delicious.
My appetite is great. Then I served a kind of drink, a kind of milk wine. It is said that it was passed from the Cangtian Royal Court and was later used by the elves.
Localization--but localization is beyond recognition.
There is not much grazing land in the Canaan Moorish Rainforest, and the so-called horse and goat milk is of course rare. However, in the Thirteenth River Basin, there is a peculiar fruit tree called the "white milk tree". It sounds simple, but in fact it is a kind of fruit tree.
A dangerous carnivorous demonic plant, it kills other animals through its poisonous vines and turns them into nutrients, and its sap is a pure sap with a fragrance very similar to milk.
The elves will cut the sap of the whey tree and add special fermented sugar for fermentation. The resulting wine will be milky white and have a rich aroma. The wine will taste smooth, sweet and delicious, and the flavor will be extremely unique.
Everyone present was of age, and Ian's eyes lit up when he tasted the tree milk wine obtained by the Canaanite Moors from herding magic plants.
First, take a sip, and your mouth and nose will be filled with a thick milky aroma. Then, a sweet and slightly spicy warm feeling will reach from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue. Finally, when you swallow it, you will feel a refreshing feeling.
It's not as hot as liqueur, but has a milky smoothness.
"Ian!"
Isengard on the side was holding a wine glass in surprise. He opened his eyes wide and whispered to Ian in surprise:
This tastes better than the best stamina potion I have ever tasted! It tastes better than magic wine!"
"You and Xiou really have the same level of tongue.
Hearing this, Ian, this fried chicken drumstick is even more delicious than KXC! Ian couldn't help but comment on the level.
I rolled my eyes, but thinking about it carefully, I really can’t blame Isengard. The blond boy ended up using physical strength potions.
He has only been living as a foodie for a year. During this time, he went on a business trip to the eastern plains. He certainly didn't eat much delicious food, so naturally everything seemed novel.
"Next time you come to Xiahuiling, I will let you know what colorful and unique food is." Thinking of this
Here, Ian became a little more energetic: "It's definitely a different flavor from Canaan Moore, so you'll find something new!"
"Hey!"
Anfa, who was sitting in the chair, was a little unhappy: "Is the food I prepared not delicious? Why did we start talking about the empire?"
"No, I just want to give Ethan more experience, so as not to understand that Anfa's carefully prepared food is compared to a roadside tavern.
Ian waved his hand to indicate that he had no such idea, and he took the stamina potion that Isengard had used before.
When he mentioned the matter of taking the staple food, Anfa looked at Yisen with sympathy: "Even if it doesn't end until the age of sixteen, even if it is our king's blood, we will no longer take physical potions as the staple food by the age of twelve!
"Different bloodline true forms have different strictness as expected.
The training conditions are strict.
Even Xio showed his conceited feelings towards Isengard: "Yes, next time I will take you to Nanling for a walk, eat a lot, and even experience the feeling of barbecue by yourself!
Let me tell you, grilling meat yourself is the most delicious!
Although Ethan blushed a little at first, he accepted the invitation generously and promised Xiou to go camping together in the Baisen Mountains in the future.
The dishes are still being served, from the extremely chewy pterosaur bone and meat to the stir-fried dishes made of the three delicacies of Yongji Ocean, lantern abalone, radio squid and gray spear shrimp. Only then did Ian realize that the taste of elves is not bland. They
I am very keen on eating some fried and barbecued smoked food... Thinking about it carefully, if you don't eat barbecued meat, don't fry the food in the forest, is it possible that the meat will spoil? If you want to eat refreshing fruits and wild vegetables, why do you have to go there?
Working on meat?
As for the coastal elves, it's even better. Some like the pure umami flavor of seafood, but in order to extract the ultimate fragrance, adding a certain amount of spicy food and oil to stir-fry it is also a part of the food. They even have a special spicy method.
Especially because of the deep connection between the elves and the Heavenly Palace, Ian even saw an elf chef personally rolling out a cart with a roasted whole lamb on it!
Ian had eaten Qiuqiu Sheep's lamb at a banquet hosted by the Ellen family in the imperial capital, but he didn't enjoy the meal due to his weak appearance at that time. But this time, they were all acquaintances, and many of them even knew who he really was.
As a powerful acquaintance, Ian was not polite.
The lamb meat is golden in color, with glistening oil dripping from it after being cut into it. It is also sprinkled with a lot of spices, pepper and salt, and the plump and tender meat is very appetizing.
This meal was undoubtedly a feast for both the host and the guest. Dishes were served one after another, but they were all solved by the sublimates. Everyone was very satisfied. Anfa ate the least, but she felt very happy when she saw how happy everyone was.
.But as she ate, she realized something was wrong.
Ian ate too much.
In fact, not only Anfa, but Isengard also noticed this, and even Xiou raised his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the young man.
Servings for ten people? Servings for twenty people? No, no, no...it's not so superficial.
The amount of energy that the human body can absorb from food is actually limited every day. This is true even for sublimated people. Unless the digestive system is specially strengthened, the intestines and stomach of sublimated people cannot always operate at high load to solve the large amount of energy contained in food.
Quality one - unless the gizzard is used.
But the gizzard is the source of life and the foundation of the source of matter. If food is allowed to enter, what should I do if it is affected by taking magic potions or other special sublimated objects in the future? This is an invisible restriction. Only the stronger the strength,
The more you eat, the more you eat. Or maybe, only those who eat more can become stronger?
But no matter what, the food Ian ate and drank at this time, if it was a normal second-level food, would have reached the limit long ago.
Sublimated ones who have specially strengthened their digestive systems may still be able to continue to eat it, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be like Ian, who did not even stretch his abdomen and still easily take one bite after another, solving all the problems in front of him at an extremely fast speed.
gourmet food.
"Yeah, it's really good, Anfa, your chef is so good.
After finishing the last piece of crab meat with ease, Ian gracefully put down the crab claws aside.
He smiled and looked around at the people who were paying attention, then gently touched the ring of silence on his right hand, covering the entire dining table, and the music of the Elf Girls Orchestra behind him also disappeared: "However, as you can see, I
It seems like you ate a little too much."
His eyes moved from the surprised Anfa to the confused Xio, to the raised eyebrow Master Gosei, then to the dull-faced Master Glave, and finally fell on the somewhat stunned Isengard. Ian calmly told the truth.
: "Yes, my strength has reached a level comparable to the third level. Rather, I am now at the third level.
This is not a lie, just a kind of verbal misleading-Ian does have the strength of the third level, and it is not a regular third level. This seems to say that Ian has broken through the second level through some means.
limit
But in fact, what Ian broke through was the limit of the third energy level. It was far stronger than the ordinary third-level bloodline true form.
The big "Pioneer of Steel."
After everyone understood the meaning of his words, Ian chuckled and revealed another big news: Also, there is a secret, and I want to take advantage of the current pleasant atmosphere to share it with everyone to add a little joy."
After a pause, the white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "I'm not actually a psyker of the observation system. "I'm a prophet."
silence.
Silence spread across the dining table.
Even Xiou and Anfa, who already knew the news, couldn't help but tremble slightly when they heard Ian reiterate his identity as a prophet. It was an emotional reaction of surprise and disbelief... Even if they already knew
, but still instinctively disbelief.
This is not an exaggeration, but prophets are so rare in Terra - although there are rumors among the people that a country can only be considered a big country if it has a prophet, but even a big country wants a living prophet, not some prophetic artifact.
, is also a very difficult thing.
In the whole of Terra, only the four orthodox religions have a stable prophetic inheritance. This is the iron-clad confidence of the four orthodox religions and the reason why the countries of Terra respect the orthodox religions. However, stability does not mean strength. Not every generation
Orthodox prophets can see many of the most critical scenes, some of the weakest times, and it is difficult for sectarian prophets to even reach the third level.
And now, Ian says...he's a prophet
"really."
Contrary to what everyone imagined, Isengard, who was supposed to be the most sensitive to the news and had never been told the news by Ian before, was the calmest among everyone present.
As if he knew that the sun would continue to rise tomorrow, he applauded in a natural way and praised his friend: "I'm telling you, you are definitely not that simple - even if you are a prophet, it is natural for you.
!」
"Ian, you are finally willing to tell me this news, I am really... very happy!"
Obviously, Isengard obviously thinks of Ian extremely highly. Even the prophet, in his eyes, is just comparable to Ian! It is not a big news at all.
Yiyi hum! Ian is so strong!
This kind of thought and trust may be even rarer than the existence of a prophet, which caused everyone's astonished gaze to shift to the calm face of Isengard.
"Ian!"
Master Gosei took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, came to the young man's side, turned on his own ring of silence, and enveloped himself and Ian.
The old man was not so shocked by Ian's identity as the prophet - the successor of Hilliard, the successor of the Black King, is it any wonder that he is a prophet?
It would be better to say that the empire has not found him so far, maybe it is because of the prophet’s own destiny-interfering power!
But what he wanted to ask was not these simple little things.
"You kid!"
The hunchbacked old man straightened his back, grabbed the shoulders of the young man who had grown taller, and said in a deep voice: "Now tell us the news, does it mean... do you plan to let another identity appear in the next exploration?
"Are you planning to let the identity of the Knight of the Glen appear again?!"
"nature."
Ian replied calmly: "Sure enough, the empire already knows the identity of the Knight of the Glen, Mahdi - Archduke Thorin still didn't stop all eyes, and he was worthy of my careful concealment of identity.
"But this time the stakes are very high, Master Gosei, I know you want to persuade me to stop. There are too many powerful eyes watching, but this time, I will definitely take action.
"Whether it's Ian Yinfeng or the Mahdi of the Glen. I must get the most precious treasure in the Alien Research Institute!"