Chapter 145: The Chosen One of the Mist, the Trickster Ye Zhi

Ye Zhi quickly avoided the snake-necked turtle's attack.

There was a loud bang.

The snake-necked turtle crashed heavily onto the shore, causing exclamations from believers all around.

"What the Lord God said is true, the lake monster in Lake Ness really exists!" Elar was shocked.

Archbishop Tolbin was also surprised. The lake monster had deceived outsiders for so long, but it turned out that we were the ones who were kept in the dark? The lake monster really existed! This lake monster was at the fourth ring level. Ye Zhi seemed to be easily dodging it just now, but in fact he was sweating profusely.

He protected everyone in front of him and gave orders:

"Hurry up, everyone, work together to get rid of this lake monster, and then make offerings to the goddess!"

The lake monster that broke into the festival caused a huge commotion.

The believers were either terrified, angry, or fighting hard against the enemy.

For a moment, fireballs flew everywhere, ice arrows danced, and there was noise and chaos.

Daisy supported herself on the corner of the altar table and jumped lightly, half sitting on the altar with her hips, her feet swinging gently, watching the ceremony, she was so happy that she couldn't straighten her back.

In the crowd.

Archbishop Tolbin looked at the lake monster that had picked up a believer and muttered, "This is probably the most chaotic festival in history!"

The snake-necked turtle opened its bloody mouth and bit the believer in its mouth into pieces. The believer turned into smoke with a bang.

"It's time for the Mist Cult to work together!"

Ye Zhi was still in the back encouraging morale: "The goddess will definitely be very satisfied with your performance!"

final.

Tolbin made a move, and the scepter fired a majestic holy fire spell, bombarding the snake-necked turtle's head.

Boom! The snake-necked turtle died.

The scene returned to calm, and the Mist followers panted and angrily accused Yeats:

"It's all your fault for ruining the festival!"

Ye Zhi spread his hands and said, "I am just following the oracle and [revealing a lie]. Now everyone has seen the truth about the lake monster. Are you satisfied?"

A sweet laugh was heard.

Yeats looked back and saw Saint Daisy looking extremely happy.

"I am very satisfied. After so many years, the festival finally has some new ideas—"

"So, I want to reward you!"

She jumped off the altar excitedly, reached out to touch the mask, and was about to take it off!

Ye Zhi was startled, and then horrified.

For the Mist believers, removing their masks is more shameful than being naked. They even wear masks when taking a bath!

Saint Daisy's actions also surprised the believers, and they all looked at her.

The moment she took off her mask.

The fog suddenly came, covering Yeats and Daisy, isolating them from the outside world.

Ye Zhi opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Standing in front of him was a tall woman about 1.75 meters tall, with a slender figure, wavy smoky gray hair hanging down to her waist, and sparkling dark eyes.

"Does it look good?" Daisy blinked.

"good."

Yeats's comment was fair.

"You have really high standards." Daisy threw the mask toward Ye Zhi, "Here, I give it to you."

Ye Zhi caught it in a panic.

Looking at the evaluation appearing before his eyes, Ye Zhi was shocked.

"Thousand-Change Mask: Rare. The most supreme masterpiece of masks among the Mist Cult. After wearing it, one can change one's aura and appearance as one wishes. This disguise is considered a master-level disguise. No one except the gods can see through your disguise."

As we all know, bards are easy to be hunted down.

With this mask, it would be easy to get away! This item is a treasure of the Mist Cult. Ye Zhi has long coveted it. He looked up at Daisy and said, "How did this thing end up in your hands?"

Daisy smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

"There is only one truth." Ye Zhi said seriously, "You tricked this thing away from its original owner!"

Daisy rolled her eyes.

At the same moment, Yeats was thinking to himself.

"Is she the chosen one of the Mist Goddess? Or is she the incarnation of the Mist Goddess?"

"But I have seen through her illusion before. The probability that she is the incarnation of the Goddess of Mist is low..."

Daisy crossed her arms with one hand and rested her other hand on her chin, smiling sweetly: "Didn't you just say that you wanted to offer sacrifices to the goddess? So, what are you going to do?"

"I am offering it to the goddess of mist, not to you." Ye Zhi said, "Why are you asking so carefully?"

Daisy shrugged.

"I've said before, I'm the Saint of the Mist Goddess, and I can use my divinity on her behalf. So, your offering to me is equivalent to offering to the Mist Goddess~"

"As long as you can satisfy me."

Daisy stared at Ye Zhi with her captivating black eyes. She leaned over, touched Ye Zhi's collarbone with her fingers, gently stroked his chest, and whispered, "It's not impossible for you to become the true Chosen One of the Mist..."

I was going to cook the snake-necked turtle into a dish, and at most give Daisy a bowl of soup as a reward for the mask.

Ye Zhi thought about it and said, "Then bring the body of the snake-necked turtle here first."

"Snake-necked turtle?" Daisy was startled. "What do you want to do with that lake monster?"

"Stew it into soup." Ye Zhi said calmly, "Then offer this bowl of soup to the Goddess of Mist!"

Daisy: “…”

Daisy seemed to be uninterested. With a wave of her hand, the mist under her control brought the snake-necked turtle in front of the two of them.

This control over the divinity of the mist made Ye Zhi secretly frightened.

Could it be that by becoming the Chosen One of the Mist, one could control the mist like Daisy? Ye Zhi didn't know what kind of talent the Chosen One of the Mist would provide, so he decided to cook first.

Cut the snake-necked turtle's neck into pieces of snake meat, and then separate the turtle meat from the turtle shell. Ye Zhi glanced at Daisy, who looked curious, and explained:

"The snake-necked turtle is an ancient magical beast that has been sleeping at the bottom of Lake Ness. The meat of this magical beast is very strange. Its neck tastes like snake meat, while its body tastes like turtle meat..."

Ye Zhi glanced at Daisy and said, "Do you know how to create water?"

"Yes." Daisy nodded repeatedly.

"Then come and help!"

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Yeats asked Daisy to help him wash the ingredients with clean water generated by the water-making technique, and used a tortoise shell as a natural cauldron.

Add olive oil to a large pot, sauté ginger slices and scallions, and start stir-frying the snake meat and turtle meat, preparing for further stewing.

The attainments of the spirit of food can fully display the flavor of the ingredients, and Yeats's use of spices can make the deliciousness even higher.

One hour later.

[Snake-necked turtle stew: four stars. Stewed with snake meat and turtle meat, it has a rich taste, moist but not greasy, and rich in nutrients. Drinking it will improve skin texture and make it smoother.]

Ye Zhi: “…”

This dish has a strange effect, it only has one effect of improving the skin.

However, even if she is a goddess, she should pay great attention to beauty and skin care.

After all, not all goddesses can remain forever beautiful like the goddess of youth...

Daisy sniffed the rich aroma that came towards her, her mouth watering and she swallowed unconsciously.

"Would you like to try it?" Yeats handed over a bowl of stew.

Daisy was stunned, took the bowl of soup, held the spoon and took small sips to taste it.

The stew is delicious and rich with a long aftertaste.

And to Daisy's surprise, the soup seemed to improve her body!

Daisy was surprised, and then looked at Ye Zhi and said, "Do you know what the criteria are for the Goddess of Mist to select the Chosen One?"

"Isn't it about seeing who can reveal the biggest lie?"

Daisy shook her head repeatedly with a smile on her face, looking quite pleased.

"The real criterion is actually... her mood!"

Beyond the fog.

Elar and others kept looking towards the thick fog.

At this time, the fog dissipated and a rich fragrance filled the air.

The scene revealed before everyone made the Mist believers stunned.

“It smells so good!”

"The snake-necked turtle was actually stewed into soup?"

"This is a mist festival, not a food festival!"

Daisy, who had already put on her mask, tapped Yeats on the shoulder, motioning him to look up.

Yeats looked up and saw a hazy mist rising from the fog that enveloped his head and falling into his body.

In an instant.

The Wanderer's Way in his body broke through the second ring and was promoted to a Trickster! The divinity of the lakeside became more and more active.

All the believers present felt something strange and looked at Yeats.

There was mist surging around him, as if he was chosen by the goddess!

A pleasant reminder tone came to my ears.

"You have been promoted to a second-level trickster!"

"You have become the 'Mist Chosen'!"

"You have learned new spells, talents, blessings..."

Ye Zhi was shocked.

I haven't even offered sacrifices to the goddess yet, how come I'm chosen by God?! An idea suddenly occurred to me.

Yeats turned to look at Daisy, only to see Daisy shrug her shoulders slightly.

Suspicions arose in Yeats' mind, but he had no definite evidence.

Amid the adoring gazes of the believers, Yeats shook his head secretly.

"I have exceeded my goal of becoming a trickster. It all depends on what talent I can gain..."

at the same time.

The altar transformed into mist, engulfing the pot of snake-necked turtle stew.

Ye Zhi's eyes changed slightly, and he said quickly:

"Leave the turtle shell to me!"

(End of this chapter)