Chapter 480: Yeats’ miracle, the God of Food appears

"Muspelheim, the Land of Fire, and Niflheim, the Land of Mist, are the first two worlds to be created among the Nine Realms."

Daisy smiled and proposed conditions to Yeats.

"I promised to accompany you to the Land of Fire, and you will also have to accompany me to the Land of Mist in the future."

There was a hint of excitement and joy in her eyes: "There... I might be able to come into contact with laws that are more powerful than 'wisdom'... It's fun!"

Ye Zhi held his forehead with his hand, his tone slightly helpless: "In your eyes, are the rules just for fun?"

"This world is a very dull place, don't you think, Yeats?"

Daisy looked at Yeats seriously, her beautiful face showing an expression of someone who was seriously discussing the issue.

"If even the laws that symbolize the origin of the world cannot bring me excitement and happiness, then I only have you... and your hellish jokes to make me happy!"

"Thank you for taking my joke so seriously," Yeats complained.

Daisy smiled and said, "In short, this is a very fair deal... Maybe I can use the Kingdom of Mist to advance to the Ninth Ring and take care of you!"

Daisy stretched out her hand to Ye Zhi and winked: "Happy cooperation?"

Ye Zhi shook his hand and muttered, "I thought the Fire Kingdom and the Frost Kingdom were in opposition... I didn't expect there was a Mist Kingdom."

"The Land of Mist has clouds and mist all year round, and twelve glaciers flow through it. Since the ancient times before the world was born, there has been an inexhaustible spring flowing there. Even the roots of the World Tree are rooted in this spring."

Daisy paused for a moment and said in a bewitching tone, "Don't you want to try using this spring water for cooking to see what the effect will be?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

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Daisy looked at Ye Zhi's excited expression and smiled, "And your Nibelung Ring, the meaning of 'Nibelung' refers to the Land of Mist... The magic gold used to forge this ring was born in the Land of Mist."

Yeats was thoughtful.

The Kingdom of Mist, one of the Nine Realms, may become an opportunity for Daisy to be promoted. Helping Daisy become a Nine-Ring God will also be beneficial to herself.

In the Land of Fire lives the fire giant Surtur, whose spirit still holds the Branch of Destruction, which burns eternally, and guards the boiling cauldron, in which surges the most sacred fire - the hearth fire, which symbolizes the continuation of existence.

In the Frost Kingdom, there is the cow Odumbra, the first animal in the world that once fed Ymir, the ancestor of the giants. Its milk, like the law of food, is the key to restraining the Famine Knight.

The most urgent task is to obtain the stove fire first to further strengthen the God of Food's divinity.

The journey to the Fire Nation is extremely dangerous and not suitable for Gray and Hilde, who are still at the seventh ring. Therefore, in terms of teammates, Ye Zhi still chose Daisy, who has made many outstanding achievements.

As for why he didn't ask the Black Knight and Brunhilde for help...

The former needs to further digest the laws of war.

The latter had to return to Iceland to guard the wolf Fenrir to prevent further riots in 'Lao Fen'.

"The feast should be able to satisfy Fenrir's appetite... Next time when I ask him for help, I'll make the meals a condition," Ye Zhi pondered.

"So, when do we leave for the Fire Nation?" Daisy asked.

"I will send you a message when we set out," Ye Zhi said, "We will rely on the magic goddess' arcane teleportation array to go directly to the Fire Kingdom."

"I'm going to see Minerva again." Daisy had a slight headache and rubbed her messy gray hair. She said, "I really don't want to see that old maid."

Ye Zhi was stunned: "What kind of name is this?"

"Minerva, the goddess of magic, is a virgin goddess. She uses the olive branch as her symbol and vows never to marry." Daisy shrugged. "She uses all her tricks to scheme against others... Well, she is comparable to you, Yeats!"

"What about you?" Ye Zhi was speechless. Didn't Daisy scheme against others often enough? She must have cheated others much more often than herself! "Me too."

Daisy nudged Yeats with her elbow and said with a smile:

"But I still have you. If things really don't work out, can we just make do with each other?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

We don't seem to be talking about the same topic? At this moment, in the divine realm of Ye Zhi's body, the "salt block" condensed by the law of food spread out layers of ripples, reminding Ye Zhi of the prayers from afar.

Daisy looked at Yeats's profile as he gazed into the distance and asked, "What happened?"

Yeats said: "There are hungry victims calling me to send down His miracles... I have an obligation to go."

Daisy asked curiously, "So, what is the basis for you to bless mortals? Is it the firmness of your belief in the God of Food?"

"As for the standard of helping others, there is only one, and that is a kind heart, or...virtue."

Yeats said calmly: "Only for human beings who are humble, honest, compassionate, brave, just, sacrificial, and honorable, will I use the power of the law and bring down my miracles."

Daisy smiled and said, "Human virtues? It sounds interesting, but most humans are selfish, so Mammon's belief in money can prevail."

"It is precisely because virtue is rare that it is so precious... I am willing to protect these people who are committed to this mission."

The silver-haired young man was wrapped in a snow-white wolfskin cloak, the hem of his cloak swaying in the cold wind from the sea at night. He gently placed his hands on his chest, his face glowing with a divine glow.

"Those seemingly foolish actions appear noble under the protection of God... This is the mutual achievement between humans and God, and it is also the meaning of the existence of the gods!"

Daisy hesitated to speak, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

“How should I put it… I didn’t expect that you would have such a high level of awareness not long after being promoted to godhood.” Daisy twisted her hair with her fingers and chuckled, “To be honest… I am looking forward to what kind of ideal world you will create when you sit on the Supreme Throne and become the King of the Nine Realms!”

King of the Nine Realms.

Yeats looked up at the dome covered with dark clouds. His gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and reach the sky, where he saw the majestic throne located in the deepest part of Valhalla.

Maybe... you can really give it a try.

Yeats pondered.

That great feat that even the God of Light could not accomplish... was accomplished entirely by saving humanity and averting catastrophe! *The Divine Court Empire.

On the barren plain lies a dilapidated village, lifeless and gloomy.

Looking around, the bark of trees within a hundred miles had been stripped away, the rivers had dried up, and the crops had withered.

In the dim candlelight, the pale and skinny little girl raised her dark eyes and looked at her father who was sitting at the table and wiping his tears.

"Dad, why are you crying?"

He was a dark-skinned fisherman with calluses on his chapped fingers from dragging the fishing net. He gently stroked the little girl's head with his rough big hands and tried to smile.

"Nothing...it's just that Daddy is very regretful..."

The fisherman choked up and didn't say anything else. He asked the girl to go to sleep on the other side of the screen while he continued sighing at the table.

At this moment, the wooden door creaked, and the familiar footsteps were from my mother who walked in.

The mother was a cripple and her steps were always heavy and light when she walked, which the girl was already familiar with.

The little girl couldn't sleep, so she secretly got up, looked at her shadow cast by the candlelight on the screen, and listened to her parents' conversation.

"I don't know what to do anymore... I found an abandoned baby lying in a basket by the river... It was just as well-behaved and quiet as Anna was when she was a child..."

The fisherman slowly recounted his experiences of the morning.

The woman listened to his story patiently and asked softly, "Where is she now?"

The fisherman used trembling hands to open the swaddling clothes in the basket on the table. The baby girl was already fast asleep with a sweet smile on her face.

"We can't even feed ourselves. I shouldn't have done this..." The fisherman shook his head regretfully.

The woman gently hugged his head, let him lean on her shoulder, and whispered:

"Believe in miracles, dear. There will always be a merciful and kind God in this world who protects families and kind people..."

"God?" The man stopped crying and looked up at the dark ceiling with confusion and confusion, "Where is God?"

At dawn the next day, the man went to the village to collect rations... During this difficult period, the villagers put aside their past prejudices and worked together to survive.

What surprised the man was that a large number of villagers had gathered around the well in the center of the village. Almost all the men in the village had come, and the women were holding their children and looking around the circle.

The man squeezed into the crowd and saw the skinny village chief leaning on a cane, trembling and saying to a young man in a white robe: "Sir, what is the matter that you asked me to gather the villagers for?"

The village chief was the lord's scribe when he was young. He wore glasses and spoke in a literary tone.

The young man was tall and handsome, with a kind and friendly face, and was wearing a classical robe. His appearance alone was enough to inspire respect, and he must have an extremely noble status.

The reason why the village chief summoned the villagers must be out of respect for this adult... the fisherman thought.

"I come to preach," said the young man, "to keep the candles of the family burning, and to keep the fire glowing brightly in the kitchen."

The village chief smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, please look around you. There is stagnant water and dry land everywhere. Hunger is strangling us like a belt and making us breathless. How can we have the energy to listen to your preaching?"

"After you finish drinking this cup of water, please go back." The village chief scooped up a bowl of water from the wooden barrel next to the well and said, "If we hadn't killed all the cattle and sheep, we would have treated you with meat! But now... this is the best courtesy we can give you!"

The young man in white robe took the bowl of water from the village chief with a smile, and returned it to the village chief intact: "You drink it."

The fisherman's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the bowl in the village chief's hand. He almost cried out, pointing at the bowl in disbelief, and stammered, "Fish...fish soup!"

The village chief was also stunned. His glasses slipped down his nose. He looked at the milky white fish soup in his hand with a dazed look on his face.

In an instant, exclamations and discussions spread among the villagers.

"What happened? How did the clean water turn into fish soup?"

"Humph, it must be a despicable outsider who used a trick to deceive us again!"

"No, no, that fish soup smells so good, it doesn't seem to be an illusion!"

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The villagers looked at the young man in white robe with surprise and suspicion. Even the fisherman couldn't believe it.

In this famine-ravaged year, even the mages were starving to the point of seeing stars. How could they have the energy to distribute food to the civilians?

If there is anyone who can really do it, it must be a god descended from heaven...which is even more impossible!

The young man looked at the village chief whose hands were shaking, and said gently: "Please distribute this bowl of soup to the villagers to fill their hungry stomachs."

The village chief was stunned and said, "There is only one bowl of soup here, how can it be enough for more than 3,000 people?"

The young man said, "Just go ahead and do it."

The village chief was suspicious, but did not dare to disobey, so he ordered the villagers to go home and get pots, pans, and utensils.

He scooped up the fish soup with a spoon and distributed it to the villagers, but a magical scene happened. No matter how hard he scooped, the fish soup never reached the bottom and remained steaming hot. The delicious and rich aroma enveloped the entire village! The sun gradually slanted, and the young man in white robes asked the village chief for food again. The village chief gave him the few breads in the village, and then saw the young man waving to the people, breaking the bread and distributing it to the villagers.

No matter how they broke the bread, it seemed endless, and soon the whole village was eating fish soup and bread.

The fisherman was completely shocked. He discussed with his wife and found that energy once again entered his body with the food.

What kind of person can feed an entire village with just a bowl of soup and a piece of bread?

At this moment, the fisherman saw the young man in white robe walking towards him, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed and panicked.

"You don't need to regret adopting an abandoned baby." The young man said gently, "I am here to bless you."

The fisherman's head buzzed and even his breathing stopped.

How could he know that I found an abandoned baby? Who is he? How could he have such magical power! However, a soft white light appeared in the palm of the young man's hand and fell into the right leg of the fisherman's wife... The wife, who was limping, was stunned for a moment, then tried to take a step, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she covered her mouth with one hand.

The fisherman's eyes were filled with warmth. He already knew who the person in front of him was! Kneeling on the ground, trembling, the fisherman choked up and said, "God, you have not abandoned us!"

The other villagers woke up one after another.

"Yes, this must be a miracle!"

The village chief looked up at the young man nervously and tremblingly said:

"My Lord... you are..."

Yeats smiled and said:

"There are gods who protect the hearth, the food, and the home... As long as there is a fire in your heart, I will walk with you."

The figure of the young man in white robe suddenly disappeared out of thin air and disappeared in full view of everyone.

The village fell into a long silence, and a silent awe and shock spread throughout the village.

The fisherman looked up at the sky with white clouds floating by, his cloudy eyes flickering slightly. His wife, whose legs and feet had healed, came over and said with red eyes, "That child..."

"It's no longer a problem. We will definitely be able to overcome all obstacles."

The fisherman gently placed his hand on the back of his wife's hand, the young man's face appeared in his mind, and he said in a firm tone:

"Because that god...is with us."

Summer has lasted for four full months.

The autumn harvest season turned into a total failure due to drought and locust plague.

A terrible famine swept across the continent.

And in the past month, a thriving belief has begun to spread across the mainland...the God of Food.

It is rumored that he is the patron saint of hearth, family and food, as well as the patron saint of cooks and mill workers, and has a close relationship with thousands of households.

During this great famine when locusts were rampant, He personally performed miracles, either healing the people or saving the starving.

The Food Association spontaneously built an altar for the god, but the craftsmen were somewhat worried.

What kind of face should be carved on the altar? Varian, the president of the Food Association, personally wrote a letter to King Roland, expressing his hope that in these years of famine, the belief in the God of Food would be strengthened, and that the God of Food would protect the Kingdom of Roland from the famine.

[We hope that Your Majesty will personally preside over the Harvest Festival in September and pray for the coming of the God of Food at the altar. We will also build a statue for him based on his appearance! ]

In the Palace of Fontainebleau.

Louis closed the parchment scroll and turned to ask Knight Commander Violet for her opinion: "Varian asked me to sacrifice to the God of Food myself, what do you think?"

His Majesty is an arrogant and conceited man. He asked this not because he really wanted to seek advice, but because he wanted to test himself... Violet said cautiously: "In my opinion...it is not a bad idea to worship the God of Food. Even if He has other intentions, it is better than the missionaries of the Church further infiltrating our territory!"

Louis nodded, threw the parchment scroll on the desk, and sighed: "If you don't occupy the area of ​​faith, it will be occupied by others... It's a pity that the Church is deeply rooted. I can't create a faith out of thin air to compete with the Church... I can only use its God's hand."

"The patron saint of family, hearth, and food? He sounds like a gentle and kind god, better than those guys who rely on indulgences to eat people without spitting out bones?" Louis smiled lightly, "I would like to know what the origin of this god is... I will personally preside over the sacrifice to the God of Food--"

Louis stood up and walked out of the palace, leaving his words with confidence.

“Look forward to His appearance!”

September.

During the autumn harvest season, the weather is still very hot.

Under the high temperature, only a few crops could survive, and even King Louis began to reduce food intake.

According to the fortune teller's inference, the long summer will last for three full quarters, or nine months... Nine months of high temperature is enough to kill most of the human beings in this world.

Facing a battle of the true god level, Louis gradually felt powerless, and thought to himself: "I hope this unknown God of Food can really destroy the Famine Knight..."

The sacrificial ceremony officially began.

Following the advice of Varian, president of the Food Association, Louis offered precious mead from the mortal world as a sacrifice.

Enveloped in a solemn and sacred atmosphere, a figure truly appeared above the altar in full view of everyone.

He was wearing a white robe, had a friendly face, and his sleeves were fluttering.

The visitor smiled gently and greeted, "How are you?"

Louis’ brain crashed, his kingly demeanor was gone, and he said in shock: “Ye…Ye Zhi?!”

Varian opened his mouth in shock at first, then his eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he muttered: "I should have thought of it earlier! The artifact Arenil is a prerequisite for eating the god!"

Varian was the first to kneel, and he led all the food chefs present to kneel down.

Facing this patron saint, the food chef had no reason not to prostrate himself! Humans should kneel before the true gods, but Louis always had some reservations.

He stopped, his face showing a happy and complicated expression, his lips moved but no sound was made.

King Roland finally became respectful. He knelt on one knee and shouted clearly:

“Praise the God of Food!”

Ye Zhi: “…”

I know there is a thick barrier between us!

(End of this chapter)