Chapter 429 Christmas Eve, Daisy's Visit

The towering spire of Jiandong Castle was hidden in the heavy snow on Christmas Eve. Ye Zhi pushed open the glass window of the main building and looked at the smiling face that came into his sight. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

Daisy flew to the window sill, wearing a red and white Santa Claus hat and the same grey dress that outlined her curves. She smiled and said, "How about I give you Christmas wishes? Are you happy?"

On Christmas Eve, Daisy's sudden visit really surprised Yeats. He thought to himself, "Doing things that don't follow the rules is Daisy's style!" Yeats thought it was an enemy attack and was ready to fight.

Ye Zhi shook his head helplessly, put away the magic gun, and said:

"In our situation, we don't need to celebrate Christmas, right? That's clearly a holiday set by the Vatican."

Daisy raised a slender finger and waved it in front of Yeats' eyes, indicating that it was not the case. She pretended to be profound and said, "It's not the festival that is important, but the happiness that the festival brings... Or are you not happy to see me?"

As she spoke, Daisy blinked at Yeats, with a hint of teasing in her dark grey eyes.

Ye Zhi said in silence: "Come in first and then we'll talk."

Move aside to give Daisy room to enter the bedroom.

"Can I really come in?" Daisy raised her chin and glanced into the bedroom. "It's a holiday, and you didn't sleep in the same bed with your two girlfriends?"

"I am actually a very traditional person." Yeats's answer was ambiguous.

"Boring man... move aside... hey..." Daisy climbed into the bedroom through the window.

The tall and well-proportioned figure attracted Ye Zhi's eyes, which fell on the waist and hips still outside the glass window, and some bad associations instantly appeared in his mind.

Daisy stood beside Yeats, brushed off the snow on her body, glanced at Yeats who looked away, and said, "Why is your face red?"

"Don't worry about it." Ye Zhi coughed lightly, "Is there something important that you came to see me for?"

"If it's not something important, why can't I come to you?" Daisy asked back.

"That's not the case..."

"Oh, it's indeed something important..." Daisy said in a serious tone, "Send Christmas gifts to the gods' chosen ones to strengthen their friendship... The importance of this matter is self-evident!"

After saying this, Daisy smiled with all her charm.

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "I agree that this is very important."

At this time, Daisy looked up, stretched out her hand to fiddle with the little white ball of the Santa hat hanging down in front of her eyes, and said:

"I almost forgot...it's time to change into something more appropriate."

She clapped her hands gently, and a misty fog suddenly appeared around her, enveloping her body.

A moment later, Daisy turned around, changed into a red and white Christmas dress, and looked at Yeats with a smile:

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Ye Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded honestly, "It looks good."

Daisy is tall. When she is silent, she is a melancholy and deep-minded lady with grey curly hair. But when she opens her mouth, she becomes a funny person.

Daisy, now dressed in formal attire, gave Yeats a strange sense of déjà vu.

Daisy Christmas five-star limited edition gift set! "I guess you won't be able to draw this card unless you spend a few bucks..." Ye Zhi complained in his heart.

"Okay, now comes the main event."

Daisy solemnly produced a beautifully wrapped gift box, held it in both hands, and handed it to Yeats.

"Here, a gift for you—"

Ye Zhi glanced at Daisy warily and said:

"This gift box can't be empty, and then you tell me that only smart people can see the gift... something like that?"

"How is that possible? You have such a rich imagination, haha!" Daisy's laughter sounded a little guilty.

"Anyway, I'll be happy even if I receive an empty box..."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, after all, I am not Xun Yu, who would become autistic after receiving the empty box.

Unravelling the ribbon on the box, Yeats opened the gift box.

I saw that there was a smaller gift box inside the gift box.

Yeats raised his eyes wordlessly and looked into Daisy's eyes. The air seemed to be filled with silence.

Daisy urged, "Come on, open it again?"

"Precious things are always placed at the bottom!" Daisy said confidently.

Yeats was silent for a while, probably having guessed Daisy's trick, but considering that she came all the way here just to amuse him, he decided to make her happy.

Open the smaller gift box, and there is another smaller gift box inside... This goes on and on. As Yeats's expression becomes more and more serious, the smile on Daisy's face becomes happier and happier.

In the end, the gift box had become so small that it was almost invisible and could no longer be taken apart. The moment Ye Zhi's fingers touched the gift box, a message appeared before his eyes:

"Daisy's gift to the God of Mist! A combination sundae gift box!"

Yeats said in a strange tone: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome. As long as you're happy." Daisy smiled.

"You're obviously the only one who's happy."

"No way, didn't you laugh just now?"

"I was so angry that I laughed!"

"Oh, don't be angry." Daisy pinched Ye Zhi's shoulders with her cold fingers and breathed into his ear. Her tone was a little expectant, like a child craving for recognition. "Don't you think my gift is very creative?"

Yeats' ears were itchy. He was silent for a moment and said:

"It's really interesting... I can help you improve it and make it a new toy that will be popular all over the continent."

"Oh?" Daisy blinked her eyes and said excitedly, increasing the strength of her fingers. "Tell me quickly!"

Yeats then described the general image, gameplay and details of the "Russian nesting dolls" and said, "This new toy is called [Matryoshka]... It has never appeared on this continent... Just think of it as a new toy you invented yourself... You can gain some power of faith, which is better than nothing."

Daisy's eyes lit up and she smiled, "It should be said that it was invented by the Chosen One of Mist and I together!"

"A nesting doll, huh?" Daisy's eyes twinkled as she rubbed her palms together. "It sounds interesting. Hmm... I plan to keep it as my holy object!"

Mammon had been lying on the tall wardrobe, his jet-black hair perfectly hidden in the darkness. He watched the conversation between the two silently with his golden eyes, and suddenly spoke:

"Ye Zhi, you can send someone to make a batch of nesting dolls first and store them. When the Goddess of Mist announces that the nesting dolls will be her new sacred object, you can sell all of them in one fell swoop!"

Mammon's eyes were filled with greed: "It's not a ton of wealth, but I can still make a small fortune, meow!"

"Then I'll let each of my believers have one!" Daisy and Mammon hit it off.

It's really bad luck to be a follower of the Mist. You have to be played for fun by your own goddess...

Ye Zhi felt mixed emotions and glanced at Mammon who was already planning how to drive up the price.

As expected of you, capitalist Mammon!

It's late at night and everyone is asleep.

Yeats put on a crimson duke silk coat, personally brewed a pot of mulled wine for Daisy in the spacious living room, and sat opposite her on the sofas on both sides of the coffee table.

The two chatted about their recent situation in the past few months since they separated.

"The faith of the Mist in Black Reef Port has spread smoothly, thanks to you, the Chosen One of the Mist, who saved the port from the sea monster..."

Daisy took a sip of the warm black tea, squinted her eyes comfortably, curled the corners of her lips, and said softly:

"Then, I went to the New World. It was a warm and rich place... Even the magic and elemental power were much richer than those in the Old World."

"It's just that the local gods are very weak. They are the indigenous gods of the material plane. In today's era, they are only at the level of the Holy Domain—" Daisy looked at Yeats and smiled, "When you achieve the Holy Domain, it will be more than enough for you to become an indigenous god in the New World."

"What does indigenous gods mean? Why are gods divided into local and foreign ones?" Yeats asked.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Daisy raised two fingers and said slowly:

"There are probably two ways to become a god: innate and acquired. Some gods are created through faith, magic, or nature. They are born to govern a certain law. Some gods are descendants of the gods and inherit the blood of the gods."

"The next step is to ascend to the throne of God step by step, becoming a God with a human body... just like you."

"Indigenous gods generally refer to the innate gods derived from the material plane itself, and do not belong to either heaven or hell." Daisy said, "This pure energy body is an excellent tonic in the eyes of some gods... The apostles of heaven once hunted the indigenous gods wantonly, devoured their divinity, and enhanced their own godhood. Now there are only a few indigenous gods left in the material plane. Because of the long journey to the New World, only a few have survived by chance."

"But..." Daisy laughed strangely, "They will suffer a lot after the new route is opened."

Yeats couldn't help but think of the history of the Native Americans being massacred by European fleets.

"So Daisy has been traveling in the New World recently," Yeats thought to himself, "No wonder I haven't seen her doing anything new..."

At this time, the topic shifted to Ye Zhi. Daisy looked at Ye Zhi with her beautiful eyes and commented: "Your strength has grown very well recently. You even gained the power of several kinds of hell gods..."

“If you didn’t have divine blood in you and weren’t a so-called demigod hero, you would have achieved the holy realm long ago.” Daisy said with some regret.

It is much more difficult for a mortal to achieve sainthood than for heroes who are born with the blood of demigods.

Regardless of which country's epic myths, the heroes who are able to establish great achievements are all the offspring of the union of gods and humans, which is a clear example of the Western theory of bloodline.

Of course, a big part of the reason for emphasizing the theory of bloodline is to ensure the legitimacy of inheritance rights, and there are practical considerations such as protecting property and overlapping powers.

In less than three years, Ye Zhi had grown from a layman in the supernatural field to one of the top knights on the continent. This was quite incredible in Daisy's opinion.

"The Son of God was not born a saint. He went through a journey of saving the world, being betrayed, and resurrecting. This long step to godhood helped him become a god." Ye Zhi smiled. "Compared to having divine blood and becoming a god on his own, I admire this more."

Daisy's eyes flickered with a hint of favor. She held her chin with her slender hand and asked softly, "And then? Has anything interesting happened to you recently?"

Ye Zhi thought there was nothing special, so he told Daisy a series of old stories, including hunting Hydra, participating in the Trial of Arenil, and reuniting with the Wild Hunt.

Daisy listened attentively and even laughed out loud when the story reached its exciting parts.

Ye Zhi scratched his head, not knowing what was so funny...

Maybe Daisy's definition of fun is different from that of ordinary people! "Then I plan to go to the Assyrian region and kill the Minotaur that is entrenched in the maze and take back the lust ritual."

Yeats concluded: "Perhaps this is just an ordinary day chosen by the gods."

"You call this ordinary? Don't you think that you are always involved in some strange things?" Daisy asked back.

Ye Zhi was slightly startled.

Indeed... part of the reason was that I took the initiative to participate, and the other part... was that I was like a protagonist in a novel and I was always bothered by him! "Sure enough, you always bring new fun, Yeats!" Daisy said with a smile.

"It's really boring to visit the New World without you by my side."

Daisy pursed her lips, then looked at Yeats with fervor:

"Only you, my chosen one from the Mist, can I always feel fun when I am with you!"

Ambiguous words, accompanied by burning gazes, and the mulled wine bubbling in the stove.

The charming gray-haired beauty, with her moving eyes and friendly smile, made Yeats a little dazed for a moment.

Daisy... is indeed very pretty...

This thought suddenly popped into Ye Zhi's mind.

"She is indeed a woman who can be your mother." Diamond commented sharply, "Compared to your two girlfriends, it is better for Daisy to spend Christmas with you."

Ye Zhi: “…”

Adding fuel to the fire again? Daisy lowered her head and counted on her fingers, saying:

"That is to say, in the bottomless pit, at least four groups of people will meet... the apostles of heaven, the demons of hell, the king of the wild hunt who has his own army, and Abaddon, the nightmare demon who no one likes..."

Daisy took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling.

"This is so interesting! Yeats, I want to go too!!"

Ye Zhi choked and said, "You don't want to say that it's worth dying to see the thrilling battle between gods and demons, right?"

Daisy smiled and said, "You really understand me!"

In any case, Daisy's participation in the journey to the bottomless pit can increase the chances of success.

Later, at Daisy's semi-forceful request, Yeats agreed to let her join the trip to Assyria.

Because the Snow Owl's long-distance teleportation technique has a limit on the number of people, and the teleportation distance can be increased when there are fewer people, for the sake of efficiency, Ye Zhi originally planned to go alone.

But the Daisy in front of him was just a wisp of misty divinity... She could even enter Yeats's soul realm and live next to the Tree of Life for a while.

In Yeats's Soul

"Hey, little dog!" Daisy caressed the giant wolf that was formed by the divinity of the Wild Hunt and looked like the demon wolf Fenrir, and said, "Come, hold my paw!"

The Wild Hunt giant wolf had a gloomy face and obediently put its paw into Daisy's hand.

More strange guests! "Fetan, how can we avoid getting lost in the Minotaur Labyrinth?"

Yeats has always hated the mazes in the game. It is common for him to be unable to get out after wandering around for a long time. Fortunately, the Fish of Wisdom has a unique advantage in solving puzzles.

The fish of wisdom Feitan replied: "When I encounter a wall that cannot be opened from this side, I can decipher the rune array on the wall and open it directly. This way it is not easy to get lost."

Ye Zhi: “…”

What a useful ability!

(End of this chapter)