Chapter 402: The Sun King's Friendship, Natural Body Refining

"Since Gluttony is so dangerous, it is even more necessary for me to control it!"

Yeats said righteously: "It is our duty to eradicate famine!"

Mammon was stunned and looked at Ye Zhi, thinking to himself, I never realized that you have such a strong sense of justice before!

"Ye Zhi is a food chef. As long as the food he provides contains enough energy, it can satisfy the appetite of Gluttony and naturally make the 'living Gluttony' obey his orders!" said Zuanya.

Mammon nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay, when I get to the place where Gluttony once appeared, I should be able to find the traces it left behind, and then I will remind you!"

It was late at night, and the light in the study was still on. Yeats knocked on the door, and Gray's sleepy voice rang out: "Come in~"

"Yeats?" Gray leaned her elbows on the desk, supported her chin with her hands, and blinked her bright eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow I'm going to the Food and Beverage Guild in Montmartre with King Roland, so it's not convenient for me to bring my family with me..." Ye Zhi said, "I'll have to ask you and Hildreth to stay in the manor for a few days."

The second half of the sentence was completely ignored. Gray's attention was focused on the word "family". She leaned her hands against the chair, swung her feet, and said with a smile:

"I understand! Just go ahead and do it without worry! Remember to contact us in advance if there is any danger!"

Ye Zhi was speechless, and dared only to confide his true feelings in front of Gray, saying helplessly:

"The greatest danger... is probably Louis, the Sun King."

"Huh? Why do you say that? Isn't he very friendly to you?" Gray asked curiously.

"Because he is too friendly, I suspect he may have other intentions." Ye Zhi frowned and said, "I can't tell what he is thinking... It's as if... there is another soul hidden in his body..."

Gray tilted her head: "Maybe, because you two have similarities, he pays special attention to you?"

Ye Zhi was stunned.

Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly.

With trust in Grey's wisdom, Yeats asked Grey for help: "Where?"

Gray counted on her fingers and said, "For example...you two have achieved great results at such a young age. You two should be the only ones of your age who have achieved six-ring masters, right?"

“For example, you all like art.”

"Also, Louis calls himself the Sun King, so that should be related to the God of the Blazing Sun?" Gray held her chin up to her hand, thinking hard, and then said, "Yeats, you are very similar to the God of Light! The God of the Blazing Sun is the subordinate god of the God of Light—"

"Superhumans of the same type will be attracted to each other!" Gray vowed.

Ye Zhi was stunned. Facing Gray's incisive reasoning, a glimmer slowly appeared in his eyes.

"According to my intuition, you two might become friends, who knows?" Gray said with a worried look on her face, "Because of Ye Zhi, you seem to have very few friends of your age... I think King Roland should be the same, right..."

Ye Zhi fell into stillness, frozen in place, and Gray asked cautiously, "What did I say wrong?"

Thump thump thump——

Ye Zhi walked to the desk, hugged Gray's cheek and kissed her fiercely, laughing and saying, "Gray, you are indeed a genius who caught the fish of wisdom!"

After Gray's analysis, Ye Zhi suddenly felt enlightened! Because he had too many vests, he always suspected that his secrets would be leaked in front of King Roland, but King Roland was the same? There was no need to think about it. Since King Roland admired art... then he would make friends with art!

Gray's brain crashed. She was stunned for three seconds. Her cheeks suddenly turned red. She stumbled and said:

"I, I didn't help much..."

"No, having you by my side is a great help to me!" Ye Zhi said with a smile.

Straight ball!

The blush on Gray's face became more and more obvious. She tried to bury her head in the codex and said, "I want to...read!"

Zuan Ya was cracking melon seeds and turned his head to see that Mammon was also staring at him intently.

Suddenly, Zuanya became a little worried.

If [Gluttony] joins the team, won't it steal my melon seeds? No, I have to trick Gluttony into stealing Mammon's cat food! The next day.

early morning.

The sunlight shines on the Mithril Castle on the top of the cliff. The silver-white bricks and stones are shining. The castle standing above the vast clouds is majestic and extraordinary.

When Yeats arrived, Louise was already dressed up, wearing a gorgeous golden brocade robe with white mink trimmed on the edges, white lace leg rings, trousers and high heels on the lower body. When she saw Yeats, she smiled brightly.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Duke."

This king was simply the most handsome man Yeats had ever seen. He was indistinguishable between male and female and full of mysteries.

Ye Zhi suspected that Lady Black Rose was Louis's vest, but he had no concrete evidence, so he had to suppress his suspicion and bowed his head and said, "See King Roland."

"No need to be polite." Louis pointed to a chariot parked on the edge of the cliff and said, "You will ride the sun chariot with me and participate in the celebration."

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "The sun chariot of the sun god galloping across the sky?"

According to legend, the sun god rode a chariot pulled by four fire horses every day, galloping across the sky from east to west, rising in the morning and setting in the evening, bringing light to the world. His chariot was the famous "Sun Chariot".

Louis shook his head and said, "It's just a replica, but I put a lot of effort into it and asked the craftsmen to draw a lot of scorching sun runes... Your Excellency the Duke, please."

The chariot was glittering with gold, emitting the radiance of the sun. The body was made of pure gold, with golden wings carved on both sides, ready to fly. The interior of the chariot could accommodate many people standing side by side, and was paved with red velvet carpets. The canopy was woven with gold threads and engraved with golden rune patterns.

Yeats climbed onto the chariot, Louis held the reins, and golden fighting spirit burned in his palms.

As the fighting spirit poured in, the sun chariot ignited with blazing flames, and the fiery sun divinity formed four neighing fire horses in front of the empty chariot! These fire horses were not living beings, but manifestations of elements and magic, but they were intelligent. At Louis's command, the four fire horses immediately pulled the chariot and rushed into the clouds! This imitation sun chariot galloped above the sea of ​​clouds, and the tail flames cast rays of light.

Ye Zhi was secretly amazed. The speed of this chariot was much faster than that of the airship, and it had the effect of strengthening the power of the Yang spirit, so it could also be used in air combat.

There is a real [Moon Chariot] in the Moonlight School, but that is the mount of the Moon God, and He wants to use it himself.

Even if I were the Moon God's Chosen One, I would not be qualified to use the Moon Chariot...Ye Zhi thought...But maybe, I could borrow it from her for a while?Looking down from the sky, Roland's scenery was beautiful, and the two of them admired it together.

At this time, Yeats heard infinite hope in Lewis's tone and said with emotion:

"If it were a real sun chariot, it could travel outside this world... Looking down at the courtyard from outside the world, I wonder how beautiful it would be."

Yeats heard the hidden meaning in Lewis's words, his ambition to compare himself to the sun god, proud and pure.

The rosy glow ignited the sea of ​​clouds, the red light was endless, Yeats slowly exhaled, and also expressed his feelings.

"However, the Sun God also has his own troubles. He must rise in the east and set in the west every day, and he must not make any mistakes for thousands of years." Ye Zhi paused for a moment and said, "This eternal power may also be an eternal shackle."

A deep luster flashed in Louis' eyes, and he said slowly:

"I don't understand... Shouldn't people actively pursue power? Even if it is a shackle, it is better than living a mediocre life!"

"Isn't it good to live an ordinary life?" Yeats asked back.

"not good!"

Louis spoke decisively, standing on the sun chariot galloping across the clouds, pointing his finger at the dazzling sun above the sea of ​​clouds, and said loudly:

"See? That's what I love, my ideal, and everything I want to pursue!"

The arrogant young king was angry, angry at not being understood, or perhaps he felt pity.

Louis' eyes burned with passion and fire, as if he was fighting against the whole world and looking up at the scorching sun.

"Like Icarus flying to the sun!" Louis opened his arms.

“Even if my wings melt and I fall into the sea, I must get closer to the sun, closer!”

Yeats was thoughtful.

Icarus is a character in Greek mythology who used wings made of wax and feathers to fly towards the sun. However, he flew too high and the wax on his wings melted in the sun, causing him to fall into the sea and die.

The wings that Louis added to himself…are they angel wings, or devil wings?

Suddenly, Louis fell silent, his hysterical look quieted down for a moment, and whispered:

"The flame does not understand the moth, but why should the moth need it to understand..."

"Putting out fires is what I have to do. What does that have to do with fire?" Louis looked at Yeats, both as if asking a question and as if talking to himself.

Ye Zhi was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "You live in your own world... You are really selfish!"

Louis was stunned. As the king of a country, no one had ever said such disrespectful words to him.

After all, he and Yeats are of the same age... It is rare for people to achieve such achievements at this age, and it is rare for the two to have common topics.

Louis lowered his head slightly, chewing on Yeats' words. After a while, he shook his head dumbly and smiled, "Aren't you the same as me?"

"yes."

Yeats sighed and looked out at the sea of ​​clouds.

“It’s exciting to stick to one side, but you also need to make more friends.”

"Friends are a powerful reason!"

Yeats thought to himself, this is why I have always made friends with gods!

"Friends...?"

Louis murmured softly, and was silent for a long time, as if he was using this word for the first time, and hesitantly said:

"So, we are friends?"

"Of course!" Yeats said cheerfully, "One of my hobbies in life is making friends!"

Louis' eyes flickered slightly, he lowered his head and said nothing, chuckling to himself and shaking his head dumbly.

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

"why are you laughing?"

"It's funny how someone could be so bold as to be so disrespectful to the ruler of a country."

"Excuse me, who are you?"

The sun rises slowly, and the sunlight makes the sea of ​​clouds brilliant golden.

Young boys rode in carriages, galloping through the clouds, pushing, slandering, and joking with each other.

The sunset glows at its peak, just like youth.

*The carriage arrives at the Montmartre Hill.

The president of the Food and Beverage Guild personally led everyone to the top of the mountain to welcome them.

The sun chariot slowly descended, and Yeats and Lewis tacitly understood each other and put on their usual majestic demeanor.

Hulala——

The guild leader and his entourage all knelt down and shouted greetings.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Sun King! Greetings to the Duke of Honeysuckle!"

The president of the Food Feast Guild is an energetic old elf with white hair, pointed hair, long eyebrows, and a scar on his face. He looks ferocious among the handsome men and beautiful women of the elves.

This elf's pectoral muscles and biceps are extremely well developed. Even loose clothes cannot hide his explosive muscles, which is very different from the slim stereotype of elves.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but take another look, his eyes showing astonishment.

I have a very deep impression of this president... In the original plot, this guy is an elf who can tear clothes and fight! Varian, the president of the Food Association, is a white-haired elf, and also belongs to the elderly group among the elves.

He was not interested in magic, but was very fond of combat skills. Since the elves worshipped nature, Varian created a set of "natural body training" by himself.

The so-called natural body refining means that without drinking magic potions, one can break through the bottleneck of transcendence and achieve the upgrade ring with only physical strength...

Even among warriors and knights, those who practice natural body cultivation are a minority, and they all more or less have to rely on potions to advance.

Varian is a leader in the so-called "natural body training" school, claiming that he has never used drugs! The training method is extremely difficult, and there are very few successful cases!

Varian is now a six-ring master. Over the past hundred years, some people have often doubted Varian's theory of "natural body refining", suspecting that he betrayed the goddess of nature, drank the war potion, and turned to the arms of the god of war.

It was because this elf Lao Deng was very good at fighting, and it was easy for him to tear apart the Tyrannosaurus Rex with his bare hands! Varian had never drunk any potions, and it was really terrifying that he could cultivate his combat skills and body to this level just by relying on the so-called "natural body training"! However, Varian had his own logic... Although he didn't drink potions, he often took food to supplement his body! Food and drink can also improve physical fitness, and can also help extraordinary people to advance, and it does not violate his "natural body training" principle.

Varian studied the art of feasting, and after hundreds of years, he finally became the president of the Feasting Guild! "Your Majesty, the sacrificial ceremony for the God of Agriculture has been prepared, and we are waiting for you to preside over it!" Varian said respectfully.

The Harvest Festival is held to worship the God of Agriculture, and a Wine Festival is also held to worship the God of Bacchus. The festival is quite grand and only nobles of very high status are qualified to preside over it.

Louis nodded slightly, and according to traditional customs, performed a sacrifice in a barn-shaped temple of Saturn, and ordered Yeats to play sacrificial music nearby.

Among the musical spells that Yeats mastered, there was actually a piece of music specifically used to worship the god of agriculture, called "Harvest Song", which could promote the growth of crops and was also suitable for use in sacrificial ceremonies.

Looking at the musical instrument Yeats took out, Louis' eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked in surprise: "The Lyre of Light?"

"Good eyesight." Yeats admitted generously.

Any musician will be moved by the Lyre of the God of Light! That is the source of the laws of music!

Louis's envy was gone in an instant, and he said lightly: "Play music."

Yeats' music received unanimous praise from the officials present. The muscular old elf Varian applauded vigorously, feeling deeply moved.

The celebration ceremony lasted for a whole morning and then ended. In the afternoon, there was a food festival. The public and guild members would come to the open-air market on Montmartre Hill to prepare food on the spot and share it with everyone. For ordinary food, you only need to pay one silver coin to eat all you can. Food prepared by gourmet chefs is more expensive, and another venue has been specially opened. Five gold coins are required for admission.

Varian, the president of the Food Guild, invited Yeats and Louis to visit the food banquet venue and taste the food prepared by the guild's food chefs.

"Do you want to go?" Louis asked Yeats.

"Isn't it based on your wishes?" Ye Zhi said.

Louis sighed softly, "Common people's delicacies... You may not believe it, but I have tasted many of them when I was a child, and even tried to improve them myself... Well, let's go to the venue and have fun with the people."

The open-air market was bustling with vendors enthusiastically soliciting customers. The stalls were filled with all kinds of delicious food: cheese bread, monster meat skewers, vegetable soup, and home-brewed beer. Compared with the dishes at yesterday's dinner, they had a unique folk flavor.

A food chef was slaughtering a two-ringed monster, the colorful turkey, on the spot. This kind of turkey can breathe fire and its chicken has a charcoal flavor, which is quite popular among some adventurers.

On the huge open-air grill in the center, a three-ring commander-level rock-horned antelope was being roasted. The rock shell all over its body was used by the gourmet chef as a natural ingredient for making "Beggar's Beef".

"Master Varian! This rock-horned antelope will be roasted soon. Come and have a taste!" a guild caterer called out.

"Oh, I'll be right there!" Varian came to a huge dining table, and with a bang, the gourmets worked together to put a fragrant roasted whole beef on it.

Varian's ruthless iron hands tore off a hot beef leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and a sharp light suddenly shot out of his tiger eyes!

Snap!

Varian's clothes tore apart, and the Transfiguration spell was automatically triggered, turning him into the image of a gazelle, howling to the sky! The surrounding food masters were very excited.

"That's great, I got the president's recognition!"

"The food that can make the president unable to help but use Transfiguration is extraordinary!"

"This..." Louis seemed a little surprised, "What's going on?"

Ye Zhi said, "From what I know, the president of the Food and Beverage Guild is famous for his ability to taste food... When he encounters a delicacy he likes, he can't help but use Transfiguration to transform into the original appearance of the ingredient... According to him, this can not only strengthen the body, but also experience the original taste of the ingredient!"

Lewis's mouth twitched, and he nodded restrainedly, and said in a subtle tone: "Natural body refining... well-deserved reputation!"

The next moment, Varian returned to his original appearance, shirtless, with his sturdy arms folded, and nodded with satisfaction, encouraging the food chef beside him:

"Well, your skills are good. It makes my body a little hot!"

The chef was surprised and asked, "President...why is your head so pointy?"

Varian touched the protruding top of the head, his palm touched the horns, and he coughed dryly:

"It's nothing, it's just that the Transfiguration has not been completely removed yet, it will be restored soon!"

At this moment, exclamations were heard, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the open-air market.

"President, something terrible has happened. The food stored in the granary has been stolen again!" the man panted, "and even left behind giant footprints!"

Varian's eyes became serious, and he said, "Then let me ask you, are giants male or female? Are they bald or have hair?"

The messenger cried, "I didn't see anyone at all! Everything in the warehouse was eaten up!"

The festive atmosphere was disturbed and Louis seemed a little unhappy, as if he was thinking of some unpleasant memories.

"Yeats...smells of gluttony!" Mammon warned.

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up, he looked at Louis, and said, "Your Majesty, let me take charge of this matter."

"Well... I'll go back to the palace first." Louis responded indifferently, "If you see anything delicious, pick a few and send them to the palace. I believe in your taste!"

Yeats nodded.

While I'm acting alone, I might as well find out the whereabouts of the legendary kitchen utensil [Arenil]!

(End of this chapter)