Chapter 219 Yeats: It doesn’t matter, I teach both of them the same way!

When Cersei heard that Yeats was going to fry the immortalia in a frying pan, she was a little confused.

This kind of rare and precious medicinal material has extremely strict requirements for the steps of refining medicine. If it is directly fried like cabbage, the medicinal effect will be lost... Isn't this a waste of medicinal materials! "You don't know, High Priest, I have a unique method for refining magic potions." Ye Zhi explained, "Cooking is the key link."

Circe's expression remained blank.

She had lived for hundreds of years and had never heard of anyone making potions by cooking.

The alchemy cauldron and the soup pot, these two professional tools do look very similar, but the two... really cannot be confused!

Or do you have the same level of cooking attainments as the "legendary chef" and can combine the production of potions and food? Is this possible?

Of course not! Circe coughed and said, "Let me make the medicine for you, Ye Zhi. If I fail, I will do my best to find you another immortal flower!"

Yeats could tell that Circe had good intentions, and smiled, "You can watch me while I cook, and then you can verify what I say."

Seeing Yeats so persistent, Cersei couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be true, as he said, that he could use cooking methods to make potions?

This really refreshed Circe's cognition, but in the final analysis, seeing is believing... Circe came to the kitchen with Yeats with a hint of curiosity.

After becoming a high-level transcendent, it becomes easier to draw upon the invisible elements and magic power flowing in the [Field of Creation].

Ye Zhi used to have to chant spells to release the spark spell, but now, with a snap of his fingers, flames would ignite in the stove.

Then, Ye Zhi took out the sealed oil bottle from the space bag and poured the golden oil into the hot pot.

Suddenly, a strange aroma of oil filled the air.

Just smelling the fragrance of the oil, Cersei felt her saliva constantly secreting, and she said in surprise: "Yezhi, what kind of monster oil is this? It looks like it is of extremely high quality!"

Cersei was well-informed, and she couldn't tell the origin of this oil, but she guessed that it was at least of rare quality, and its preciousness was even more precious than that of the immortal flower!

"It is the oil of the fish of wisdom."

Ye Zhi said truthfully: "I have tried it many times, and the dishes cooked with its oil are more fragrant."

Cersei: Fish of Wisdom? Isn't that the mentor who accompanied the previous chosen ones of Magic? Wouldn't it really make the Magic Goddess angry if I used the oil from the holy object to cook?

For a moment, Cersei was slightly startled, and then she realized that the "Oil of the Fish of Wisdom" was a precious potion material with mild energy.

Using it can balance the medicinal properties of the Immortality Flower, weaken or even eliminate its side effects, and then exert its efficacy in the process of refining medicine!

Later, Cersei saw Yeats using fire control to control the temperature of the oil pan while putting the immortal flowers into it.

This step is almost exactly the same as when I was refining medicine, and Ye Zhi is more adept at controlling flames and temperatures! Circe's eyes widened slightly, feeling incredible.

Although Yeats was cooking, the process actually conformed to the principle of making potions! But this... this was too outrageous! Circe was in a weird mood, and she could make the immortal flower potion with a cooking pot, which was enough to make all the alchemy masters ashamed!

Even Circe herself.

She really couldn't understand why Ye Zhi could make cooking have the effect of magic potion!

and.

The immortal flower potion has an unpleasant smell and tastes bitter, and one needs amazing willpower to take it.

At this moment, Cersei's expression became even weirder as she sniffed the aroma of cooking wafting from the frying pan.

Is there a possibility...Ye Zhi felt that the ordinary version of the potion was too unpalatable, so he improved it himself using cooking techniques? But this undoubtedly requires a master-level food feasting attainment to do it!

According to legend, the godly chef who is proficient in both potions and gourmet food is no more than this!

Circe was both surprised and amazed. She looked at Yeats and saw that he had turned off the fire and was cooking the immortal flowers with the residual heat in the pot.

It is this detail that perfectly preserves the medicinal properties of the immortal flower. This made Cersei sigh secretly that she had learned this skill of refining medicine. She would try it next time she goes back! The shape of the immortal flower is similar to that of white cauliflower. After being stir-fried, it is shiny and exudes a fresh fragrance. Ye Zhi looked at its properties and confirmed that it could indeed treat the scar on Hilde's face, and nodded with satisfaction.

When he turned his head, he saw Cersei looking at him with a very complicated look.

Ye Zhi said, "High Priest, do you have any advice?"

Circe smiled bitterly and shook her head, commenting: "Although your method is a little unpopular and rare, your attainments in brewing potions are so high that I don't know where it is!"

The teacher was shot even when he was lying down.

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "I often hear the teacher praise the delicious desserts you make, especially the gingerbread. He always says that the gingerbread you make is a rare delicacy!"

Hearing this, Cersei was slightly stunned and asked in a strange tone: "Did he really say that?"

Yeats nodded.

Circe looked puzzled and muttered to herself, "Every time the gingerbread is burnt, he can still eat it... So that's what he thinks?"

Yeats was stunned. He originally wanted to ask for some advice from Circe, the dessert master, but it turned out that Circe could even burn the gingerbread?

Circe explained: "I can't cook, let alone make desserts...but I managed to make them, and Kendra was very happy with them."

Ye Zhi: “…”

So in Kendra's memory, the gingerbread that Circe made tasted just as good as the ones I made? This is called love!

In the attic.

Hildre and Gray were already awake, sitting in a sunlit room, playing chess.

Gray recalled the scene in the illusion and felt a little nervous. She secretly observed Xilude's expression from time to time.

Even Gray herself couldn't explain why she felt nervous in front of Xilude... Maybe it was because she kissed Ye Zhi secretly but didn't tell Xilude, which was a bit unfair?

"It's your turn." Hildreth said coldly.

"Oh oh!" Gray shook her head, driving away all the random thoughts, picked up the queen chess piece in her hand, stared at the chessboard and fell into hesitation.

Hildre looked at the queen chess piece in Gray's hand and reminded her, "That's mine."

Gray was startled, and the queen chess piece in her hand fell to the ground with a "thump".

Outside, it was raining in spring and thunder was roaring.

"Why did it suddenly thunder..."

Gray leaned over and reached for the queen chess piece, feeling her heart pounding, wondering what Hildreth meant by that. At this moment, another hand reached out and picked up the chess piece for Gray.

Hildrede said helplessly: "I mean, you got the wrong one. The White Queen is yours."

The dragon girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded, saying, "I see... Your chess skills have improved a lot, Hildre!"

The icy beauty seemed to let down her guard and smiled, "I'm about the same as you."

At this time.

There was a knock on the door.

Ye Zhi walked in through the door with a tray in hand, looked at the two girls sitting at the chess table, and said in a subtle tone: "You two...are you playing chess?"

Gray didn't know how to play chess at all, and Yeats suspected that she would even make a mistake in dividing the sides.

Hild is even more exaggerated. Playing chess can result in death, which is comparable to a dark duel.

These two bad chess players can actually play together? Xilude nodded slightly and pursed her lips and said, "Do you want to play together?"

Compared to when we first met, Hildreth was more cheerful now. The helmet she had worn before was like a thick barrier on her heart.

But as Hildreth grew up, the barriers gradually melted away. Ye Zhi never saw her wearing an eagle helmet this time, and the number of times he saw her smile also increased.

Ye Zhi shook his head and said, "Let's eat first."

"What delicious food will it be this time?" Gray asked expectantly.

"This is the Stir-fried Immortality Flower specially made for Xilude to heal old injuries." Ye Zhi said.

"I understand! Huh, this dish must taste good!" Gray could understand why Ye Zhi had always felt guilty about Hildreth's injury. Now that she saw that Hildreth's appearance was expected to recover, she was also happy from the bottom of her heart.

"The flower of immortality..."

Hildreth pondered for a moment, raised her eyes, and the scar on her left eye caused her to close it tightly. She said softly:

"Ye Zhi, can I refuse?"

Ye Zhi was startled and asked, "Why?"

"The immortal flower will weaken the power of the soul." Xilude whispered, "Compared to appearance, I think... the soul is more important."

Ye Zhi suddenly realized and said, "Don't worry, this dish has been improved by me, and there is absolutely no side effect!"

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

Hildesham trusted Yeats' words very much. She nodded slightly, took the plate and fork from Yeats, and stared at the immortal flowers on the plate.

Immediately, she picked up a small piece of shiny immortal flower and put it into her mouth.

It is fresh and crispy at the beginning, and as you chew it, the sweetness of the immortal flower slowly spreads in your mouth. The slight oily aroma and the fresh taste complement each other, making Hildesh let out a sigh.

At the same time, the scar on Hildre's left eye gradually healed, and even Hildre's soul power that was damaged in the battle was restored.

"Now, even I can't understand your feasting skills, Ye Zhi!"

The exclamation of drilling teeth sounded in Ye Zhi's mind.

"I really wonder if you are a reincarnated person. In your previous life, you lived in Valhalla and used that giant divine pig to cook every day!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Rebirth: I Kill Pigs in Valhalla? The old injuries left by Remiel have been affecting the soul of Hildreth, and she was surprised to find that at this moment, these old injuries have been restored with the help of Ye Zhi.

Involuntarily, Hildreth recalled the ancient legend in his mind.

Merlin advised the king: "The scabbard is worth ten times as much as the blade. Whoever wears the scabbard of the King's Sword will never shed blood."

Hildre's eyes reflected the concerned face of the silver-haired boy, and her expression gradually became gentle.

"Didn't the eye recover?" Yeats asked.

Hildreda shook her head.

Although the scar healed, Hildreth's injured eye could not recover its sight.

However, this may be a good thing in a fantasy world.

For example, in Norse mythology, Odin gained infinite wisdom because he lost his left eye.

Yeats remembered that Phantom Wings had legendary props similar to the Eye of Horus and the Eye of True Sight.

Just like the Sharingan, it’s plug and play.

Perhaps, this will be an opportunity for Shiloh to become stronger!

"I will also help you find a way to restore your eyes." Ye Zhi said seriously.

Hildre smiled slightly, a hint of tenderness appeared on her handsome and beautiful face, and she said softly, "I hope you don't get hurt."

"I'm a guard and I will do my best to protect Yeats!" Gray interrupted.

Hildreda glanced at Gray, then looked at Yeats, her eyes showing a glimmer of trust, and nodded slightly.

Ye Zhi sighed, the relationship between these two people is surprisingly harmonious! Judging from the plot, after the spring event ends, the version will be updated, and the new five-star krypton gold character "Princess" will appear——

Triangles are stable! Maybe!

As of now, Ye Zhi has not even seen the princess, and only has a vague impression of her, so naturally he does not have any special thoughts.

However, the princess's management ability is quite outstanding, and she is officially recognized as a wise ruler whose ability to govern the kingdom will be remembered by future generations.

Before she ascended the throne, it seemed like a good idea to trick the princess into coming to work in Morning Frost Ridge...

What’s more crucial is that the princess symbolizes the legitimacy of the Golden Lion royal family.

Once the Golden Lion Civil War breaks out, when the time comes, Ye Zhi can support the Golden Lion in the name of the princess and take over the capital of Lundu. It can be said that she is using the princess to command the disobedient! "Where are you going next?" Ye Zhi asked Xilude.

"Back to the North... I have some unfinished business there."

Hildreth paused for a moment.

"Some old accounts can only be settled by me."

In the background story, Hildreth has been tracking down the murderer who killed her adoptive parents, which is why she has to return to the North.

"Before that..." Ye Zhi invited, "Come back to Morning Frost Ridge with me and stay for a while, okay?"

Hild was startled, then looked at the silver-haired boy. Her heart softened involuntarily, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she nodded slightly.

"Summer is coming soon." Ye Zhi looked at Xilude and said, "I plan to hold a dance party in Morning Frost Ridge. When the time comes, I invite you to dance with me."

"I...can't dance." Hildreth said a little awkwardly.

"It's very simple. I'll teach you." Yeats said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you dance right or wrong. Even if your steps are messed up, just keep dancing."

Hildre's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded slightly to show her consent.

"Yeats, I can't dance either!" Gray interrupted the spell and shouted.

Ye Zhi smiled helplessly: "I know, I will teach you when the time comes."

It doesn't matter.

I teach both of them the same way! *Two days have passed since the Battle of Broken Hill.

During this period, Yeats stayed in Sternberg and learned that the church had specially sent the Grand Master of the Black Cross Knights to deal with the matter.

There are three major knightly orders under the church, namely the Knights Templar, the Knights Hospitaller and the Knights Black Cross.

The leader of the Black Cross Knights, Hastings, was a top genius who became a six-ring master before he was thirty years old.

early morning.

Ye Zhi came to the courtyard and heard a noisy commotion outside.

"Yeats, there is a guy outside the house who calls himself 'Hastings'. He leads a group of winged cavalry and says he wants to meet Master Kendra." Gray walked over quickly.

Ye Zhi pondered for a moment, thinking that with "Blessed.Impeccable Lies" and "Drill Teeth" he had no fear of being discovered.

"Let's go and have a look together."

(End of this chapter)