Chapter 444: Post-war Restoration, Harvest and Plans, and an Appointment with the Shadow World

"Your front paw seems to be injured. Come, put it on my palm and I will heal it."

Brunhilde's glacier-carved features were sharp and serious. One hand rested gently on the snow leopard's head, the other hand held the snow leopard's paw, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

When she smiles, it's like ice and snow melting.

Even the winding red burn scar along the jawline of her pale face was uniquely beautiful and no longer hateful.

The snow leopard opened its mouth blankly and looked at Ye Zhi blankly, its innocent eyes seemed to say that I was not hurt at all.

Ye Zhi folded his arms, glanced at the snow leopard, and sent a message:

"If I say you're hurt, then you're hurt. Stay still and let her rub it!"

Brunhilde's love for furry things is written into her backstory.

On their first meeting, Ye Zhi was happy to be able to use his magical pet to make her let down her guard and promote the relationship between the two.

The little squirrel stood on Yeats's shoulder, shaking its fluffy red tail, holding a sunflower seed in its paws, and complained:

"In order to establish a good relationship with the Valkyrie... you are willing to let your magical pet show its cute appearance... Ye Zhi, you bastard..."

After spending a long time with me, Zuanya would often spout some nonsensical and abstract internet words, which really spoiled the fun.

Ye Zhi said with a dark face: "If you dare to use this sentence again, you will lose all your melon seeds for the week!"

Zuanya quickly stuffed the melon seeds into his cheek pouches, his cheeks puffed up, his eyes rolled around, and he thought to himself: "I can't afford to offend Ye Zhi after he was promoted to the Holy Realm... Even the King of the Wild Hunt, who looks so arrogant, is no match for Ye Zhi now!"

Mammon seemed to have seen through Zuanya's thoughts. He licked his paws lazily. The greed in his golden eyes was hard to conceal. He said lightly, "I heard that Lorraine's adopted son killed his adoptive father and got the legendary Holy Grail. Judging from the past, if Yeats attacked his adoptive father, he would definitely get a lot of treasures..."

Ye Zhi: “…”

What a social skill.

As the saying goes, the closer my hand is to the halberd handle, the further my godfather is from me! Ye Zhi was thinking about how to convey the news of his promotion to his godfather, and at the same time ask the King of the Wild Hunt to give him some benefits such as promotion gifts.

The other side.

Brunhilde let go of the snow leopard with a look of satisfaction, then gently stroked the fluffy-feathered snowy owl, with an imperceptible affection deep in her silver eyes.

As a master of magic, the Snow Owl was very sensitive to the invisible energy of emotion. After realizing Brunhilde's good intentions, he narrowed his eyes and let the Valkyrie comb his feathers.

"Sir Brunhilde... Regarding asking you to teach swordsmanship..."

Ye Zhi coughed lightly.

The Valkyrie woke up as if from a dream, raised her sharp eyes, her cold breath blowing like a chill wind, and nodded proudly.

"I promise."

Brunhilde glanced at Hildreth, who had long fiery red hair, and her eyes circled around the rough-shaped sword in the tree behind her. Her frosty eyes softened slightly, and she pursed her lips and said:

"I believe she will grasp the essence of my swordsmanship... and become a force to be reckoned with."

"This place is not suitable for swordsmanship practice. Should we find another training location?" Hildreth looked around.

"This place just experienced a war between gods. Thanks to the human heroes who intervened to quell it, the magic network and laws here were severely damaged. It is indeed not suitable for cultivation here." Brunhilde turned her head, stared at Ye Zhi with her silver eyes, and said softly, "Just now, I didn't have time to ask your name..."

"Yeats Brown." The silver-haired boy smiled slightly.

Brunhilde turned around thoughtfully and said, "Who is this..."

"Hilde." The heroic red-haired beauty introduced herself with a magnetic voice.

Brunhilde frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that these two names were very familiar, and whispered:

"Are you two acquainted with the Black Knight?"

Yeats understood the reason for the question.

Brunhilde and the Black Knight Ithil had known each other since their human days.

Both of them were brave knights in the mortal world, unrivaled in bravery and courage on the continent. After their death, they became heroic spirits. The former became the King of Iceland, and the latter was promoted to a subordinate god by the God of War.

Only the Eighth Ring True God is qualified to be promoted to a Subordinate God, and Subordinate Gods usually belong to the Seventh Ring Holy Land.

After both of them became gods, the two knights would occasionally exchange experiences with each other.

Brunhilde must have heard her and Hildre's names from the Black Knight, so she asked this question.

Seeing Ye Zhi thinking silently, Hildreth did not want to disturb his thoughts, so he explained: "She is my mentor and guide... To be honest, I am the chosen one of the Black Knight." Hildreth paused, clenched Ye Zhi's hand with a little force, and after receiving a response from Ye Zhi's palm, he smiled and said softly with pride, "He is the co-chosen one of the Moonlight Goddess and the Goddess of Art, and he is also the inheritor of the God of Light!"

Brunhilde's brows relaxed, and there was a hint of respect and admiration in her eyes. She looked around at Yezhi and Hilde, and smiled with relief:

"I see. It's no coincidence that Lord Ye Zhi was able to create such a miracle... I understand. Then, I suggest that we go to the Absolute Ridge Mountains and use it as a place to practice swordsmanship. After all, it is closer to the altar of the Black Knight..."

This suggestion coincided with Ye Zhi's idea. He originally planned to return to Morning Frost Ridge to recuperate, and then go to the ruins of the Dwarf King City after digesting the improvement of the Sanctuary.

With Brunhilde's swordsmanship guidance, Hildreth will be one step closer to the sanctuary.

"No problem." Ye Zhi nodded. "Please wait a moment. I'm going to say goodbye to a friend."

Afterwards, Ye Zhi came to the bottom of the canyon between the Eternal Fire and the True Ice Bridge and found Orrong Goldbeard next to the forging altar.

Aorong Jinxu still looked dazed, and the shocking scene just now kept replaying in his mind.

Seeing Ye Zhi's figure slowly approaching, Aorong Jinxu suddenly widened his eyes, rushed forward excitedly, and knelt down in front of Ye Zhi in two steps.

"Thank you! Your Excellency the Duke... Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Aorong said almost choking with tears, "If you hadn't entrusted me with the task of reforging the ring, and if you hadn't used your human body to appease the wrath of the God of Storms and the God of Fire... I would never have been able to forge a precious artifact in my lifetime!"

Ye Zhi helped Orrong up and said with a smile: "I should thank you. If you hadn't recast the Ring of the Nibelung, I wouldn't have been able to activate the Rainbow Bridge."

Ao Rong's eyes were blurred with tears, and his eyes were full of admiration and awe. He thought... he seemed to be a different person from the young man who visited him three days ago.

At this moment, he already had the demeanor of a saint and a demigod hero! "You have ended the war of gods on the bridge, which is a great achievement for the entire dwarf kingdom. From today on, the dwarves no longer need to worry about the raging storms on this bridge."

Orrong took Yeats's hands and said gratefully:

"When I return to the city, I will spread the praises of your achievements... My family still has some say in the kingdom... You and your descendants will become the permanent guests of the Goldenbeard family."

Ao Rong paused, wiped his tears on his long beard, and said in a trembling voice: "If you need a blacksmith in the future, I will send you there without any complaints!"

"If I need your help in the future, I will contact you, Master Aorong." Ye Zhi nodded with a smile.

"Of course, of course!" Aorong nodded repeatedly, pointed to the volcano in the distance, and grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. "Sir, it's getting late. Why don't you come back to Furnace City with me to rest for a night? Then we can talk about the rumors about those legendary artifacts?"

"I won't return to Furnace City." Ye Zhi said, "Master Aorong, see you next time."

Aorong's eyes flickered as he watched Ye Zhi and his group disappear in the blue halo formed by the teleportation magic. He stood in the wind and snow for a long time, letting out a long sigh.

"Such a young human sanctuary... the structure between the various races is likely to undergo another major change!"

"The three major families should also hold a meeting to discuss the future policy of getting along with other races." Ao Rong's eyes were firm, and he made up his mind, "No matter what, the Jinxu family and I will get along with Lord Ye Zhi in a friendly manner... and will never betray my friends and benefactors!"

The space fluctuates and flickers.

When Ye Zhi opened his eyes again, the magnificent snowy scenery of the Jueling Snow Mountain appeared before him.

Having crossed tens of thousands of miles between the Neverwinter Wall and the Kingdom of Northshire, Ye Zhi saw the familiar Morning Frost Ridge, located at the foot of the distant mountains.

Brunhilde's eyes flashed with surprise, and she said in astonishment:

"This royal snow owl... can use teleportation magic?"

"It is chosen by the Goddess of Magic, so it is normal for it to be able to teleport magic." said Diamond.

Brunhilde's eyes were filled with more surprise. She raised her right hand, then slowly lowered it, resisting the urge to touch the snowy owl's feathers. She pondered, "What?"

"Without further delay, I suggest that we start sword training now... The Magic God can also stay by and pay attention to the status of the magic network to prevent magic turbulence."

"No hurry, let's finish dinner first."

Ye Zhi smiled slightly, holding a shrunk and hovering "Arenil" pot in his palm, and said: "Mr. Valkyrie, I will cook dinner for you personally!"

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

Brunhilde's pupils shrank slightly, and she was secretly surprised... Erenil, the famous artifact in Valhalla! In addition to the Ring of the Nibelung, how many rare treasures did he have on him? Mammon glanced at Brunhilde's reaction and made a mocking voice in Yezhi's mind:

"Humph, you're from that little place like Iceland, and you're making a fuss when you see something so good!"

The Lord of Hell is the Lord! What Valkyrie, in front of Mammon who controls wealth, is as ignorant as a village girl! Yeats: "... Mammon, you are also surprised to see the Ring of the Nibelung?"

Mammon's face flushed, and he angrily said, "I, I was just happy that you got the treasure! It's not my treasure. I have a lot of good things in hell, and I don't want yours!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

The image of the demon Mammon in his mind has become more and more like the arrogant demon king on the golden throne.

After another teleportation spell, everyone appeared in front of the main gate of Jiandong Castle.

Seeing the endless honeysuckle fields in front of Jiandong Castle, Ye Zhi slowly exhaled a white mist and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

At this point, the matter of promotion to the Holy Realm has come to an end.

The next step is to improve the overall strength of the team while waiting for the battle in the bottomless pit, and try to kill the apostle or plague knight.

During this period of time, in addition to the great improvement he made himself, he also obtained the main artifact [Ring of the Nibelung].

The Snow Leopard's growth was the most significant in the team. Not only did it become an emperor-level monster after hunting down the Frostwing Queen, but it also inherited the Thunder Crown Eye from the Storm God, gaining the ability to control thunderclouds and storms, and in the future it would be able to open a Thunder Eye on its forehead.

In addition, the Valkyrie Brunhilde, who arrived late after the War of Gods, is also an important character in the plot and is the key to Hildreth's promotion to the Sanctuary.

Ye Zhi turned around and looked at the Iceberg Valkyrie who was stroking the snow leopard's head expressionlessly, and thought to himself: "I have to think of a way to make Brunhilde a comrade... I have to give her more medicine... No, I have to make more delicious food!"

*Dinner party.

The Frostwind Witch was indifferent to the delicacies on the table, but was fond of the shiny red spicy strips, which made her lips drool and her face flushed.

Grey has a huge appetite and her fighting power is no less than that of the gluttonous monster Behemoth, which even makes Bear Grylls look at her with awe.

"Ouch..." Behemoth blinked as he watched Gray quickly finish a plate of barbecue.

There might be a giant dragon living in this girl's body! At the long dining table, Brunhilde held a silver spoon in her hand and gently pursed her pale lips as she faced the stewed beef in front of her.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Beef stewed in Burgundy red wine." Ye Zhi said, "I stewed it with Arenil. The beef comes from the king of monsters, the Earth Vein Bull."

The Earth Bull is said to be a descendant of the legendary monster Sky Bull that once destroyed a country, but has fallen to the point of being raised as a beef cattle by the Food Association... Its meat is very delicious.

The Burgundy red wine stewed beef was dark in color, with a rich aroma of wine and meat intertwined, and the aroma was fragrant. Brunhilde held a silver spoon, scooped up a spoonful of stewed beef, brought it to her pale lips, and squinted her eyes slightly.

The beef melts in your mouth, the aroma of gravy and red wine fills your mouth, and a strong and long-lasting sweet taste lingers on your tongue.

Brunhilde opened her eyes in astonishment, her pale face turning red, and she whispered, "What is this smell..."

"It's spices," Yeats said. "I added pepper and onion."

"As expected of you, the successor of the divine chef." Brunhilde exhaled a breath of hot air, stared at Ye Zhi, and smiled. "It's delicious... Thank you for the hospitality."

Ye Zhi bowed his head and said, "Then please give me more guidance on Xilude's swordsmanship. I will be very grateful."

Under the table, a cold and powerful hand quietly grasped Yeats's palm.

Ye Zhi raised his eyes and met the twinkling eyes of Hildreth.

Perhaps it was because of the warm fireplace or her shyness, but her cheeks flushed as if she was drunk. She said nothing, but silently increased the strength of her hands.

"I will."

Brunhilde scooped up a spoonful of beef stew and said calmly: "Also, it is not recommended for two people to hold hands when practicing swordsmanship..."

Ye Zhi was slightly startled, but saw Brunhilde gently shook her head.

"In this way, the two of you only have eyes for each other, and I, as a teacher, lack a sense of participation."

Hildreda's face turned slightly red with embarrassment, but she still held Ye Zhi's hand and did not let go.

"Jealous! She must be jealous!" Zuanya said confidently.

“This furry lover is quite interesting~”

The phantom of Daisy appears beside Yeats, and only Yeats can see her image.

There was a glimmer of teasing in her eyes, and she said with a smile: "So, are you going to the Shadow Realm again tonight, my dear Chosen One?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Yeats: "Mainly I want to test the new function of the Nibelung Ring!"

Daisy shrugged lightly, the straps of her grey dress hanging lazily on her snow-white shoulders: "You are a double-faced guy, next time there is a fire in the backyard, don't think that your mother will help you."

"When did you start to call yourself by such strange titles?" Ye Zhi couldn't help but complain, "Also, thank God you didn't set the fire on purpose!"

"That's hard to say." Daisy blinked mischievously and chuckled, "Who told you that you are my chosen one? Honey~"

Yeats was in mixed feelings and made up his mind silently.

The strength of the Saint Realm was still far from Daisy, the True God who repeatedly jumped between the seventh and eighth rings...

Being better than my adoptive father is nothing.

At least I have to upgrade to the eighth ring to suppress the Mist Goddess! As for tonight... I will go to the Shadow Realm to practice my marksmanship with Teacher Scach! ...

(End of this chapter)