Chapter 446 Ye Zhi's new invention, playing mahjong is so fun

“How can we get everyone to sit down and talk calmly…”

Late at night, in the Castle of Shadows, dark purple curtains covered the marble windowsills, and Yeats fell into deep thought facing the dancing flames in the fireplace.

At present, the relationship between me and Skach is still a little delicate and at an unclear stage.

During this time, Skach proposed to meet with Gray and Hilde, which made Ye Zhi nervous, not knowing what she was thinking.

But it is conceivable that the drama between three women will definitely turn the situation into a Shura scene.

It is especially important to take precautions before taking Skahch on a trip to the material plane.

On the writing table with the ink bottle and the parchment scroll, the black cat curled up lazily. Hearing Ye Zhi's mumbling, the golden eyes glanced at him and said lightly: "Instead of struggling to find a perfect solution, it is better to transfer the external conflict into an internal conflict, let the three of them fight and get jealous, and then they will have no time to care about your mistakes."

Ye Zhi's heart was shocked, and he looked at Mammon with complicated eyes and asked, "Who taught you this trick?"

"I didn't say anything~" Mammon slid down the desk like a pool of liquid and merged into the shadow. Her faint voice came from the darkness: "If you get into trouble in the future, don't say it was me who taught you..."

Ye Zhi pounded his hands, deeply impressed by Mammon's clever way of diverting the conflict.

Looking at it from another perspective, this meeting could very well be an opportunity for Skach to make new friends. There was no need to worry too much, just keep a normal mind.

"You are quite optimistic." Daisy looked at Ye Zhi's relaxed brows and teased, "How are you going to introduce him to Gray and Hilde? Your teacher, your ambiguous partner, or your new girlfriend?"

Yeats said seriously: "There is a great friendship between me and Teacher Scach!"

Daisy laughed so hard that her body shook. The straps of her gray dress hung on her snow-white shoulders. "Great friendship? That's an interesting statement. I'll write it down."

"I do have an idea," Yeats said. "I plan to invent a board game for four people to participate in, so that everyone can sit at the same table and enjoy the fun of the game!"

"Board game?"

Daisy blinked. "You mean... the King's Chess kind?"

"You'll know in two days."

Ye Zhi deliberately kept the secret, and said with a firm tone: "This board game will become a great invention in the history of games in the Zhongting Continent!"

*Jade Mountains.

The wind was howling, and the white snow fell on a huge king chess board on a snowy peak.

On one side of the chessboard stood the Black Knight's altar. Snow was falling from the sky, and two figures landed right in front of the altar.

"Why are you here?" Hildreth looked at the Valkyrie's back.

"Because you are the Black Knight's chosen one." Brunhilde stared at the horse chess piece statue above the altar. "Before I formally teach you, I must first discuss your teaching strategy with the Black Knight. This will also be of great benefit to you."

Hildre nodded slightly, and then said, "Ye Zhi said he also wants to meet the Black Knight."

"Why?"

"It seems that he has invented a new board game and wants the God of Strategy to give his opinion on it."

King's Chess is the most influential board game on the Midgard continent, and the God of Strategy, the Black Knight, has naturally become the patron saint of "chess" and "games".

According to the Black Knight himself, games are closely related to strategy, and chess is a game of strategy through and through... In the game, tactics and strategy are crucial.

It was only natural that the new game invented by Yeats would be evaluated by the God of Strategy first... Brunhilde nodded slightly and said, "He really has a wide range of knowledge."

"I think the Black Knight will like Yeats's new invention," said Hilde. "The Knight Chess invented by Yeats before was very popular among the Black Knight himself and his followers, and was widely circulated in the mainland."

Brunhilde was thoughtful, the red scar on her glacier-like face emitting a faint burning heat, and she whispered: "I see... As expected of you, you are the chosen one of art. Perhaps, games also belong to the category of art."

After the contact with Hildurde in the past few days, Brunhilde had a more comprehensive understanding of Ye Zhi's identity. Not only was he the youngest sanctuary on the continent, but he was also chosen by the four gods of darkness, moonlight, art, and magic, and Ye Zhi also had countless inheritances from gods.

Brunhilde could not help but be amazed. Even Odysseus, the most favored by the gods, was not as popular as Yeats was today. He could even be compared with the most beloved god of light in mythology!

And beside Ye Zhi, there are powerful people favored by fate such as the Black Knight Chosen and the Dragonborn... Brunhilde has a deeper understanding of Ye Zhi's influence.

Hearing others praising Yeats, the corners of Hildes' mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Her eyes fell on Brunhilde's profile, and her heart moved.

"I've wanted to ask this for a long time." Hildre looked at Brunhilde's scar, "What exactly is this scar..."

"You said this." Brunhilde touched her cheek with her fingers and whispered, "This is a scratch from the flaming sword of the angel of judgment Uriel. Because the flame of judgment is inextinguishable, it has always existed..."

Hild was slightly startled, remembering that Ye Zhi seemed to have obtained the entire inheritance of the Angel of Judgment!

Brunhilde misunderstood Hildre's meaning and thought she was worried about her. She smiled and said, "I'm used to it. You don't have to worry about it."

"No... I mean, Yeats might have a way to heal the scar on your face!" Hilde said solemnly.

Brunhilde was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of her eyes: "The flame of judgment will never go out, even I can only rely on divine power to suppress it but cannot erase it... How can Ye Zhi heal it?"

Hildes was about to speak.

At this moment, the wind suddenly became cold and a divine aura spread around the chessboard.

Brunhilde's eyes fell on the altar, her eyes moved slightly, as if she was looking forward to meeting her old friend, and she said softly:

"It's the Black Knight."

The will attached to the altar gradually condensed into an incarnation of a god, a crimson warhorse with spread wings carrying a black knight with dark red plate armor and a scorpion-tail braid.

The Black Knight pursed his lips tightly, his face firm, his eyes fell on the Valkyrie and Hildre beside the altar, and suddenly became gentle.

"How are you, Hilde and my friend?" the Black Knight greeted.

Brunhilde nodded slightly and said straight to the point:

"I was entrusted by Ye Zhi to teach your chosen one... I hope you don't mind."

"Have you met Yeats yet?" The Black Knight recalled that he had asked Yeats to collect the Nibelung Ring the last time they met, and he had not met him for a long time. He asked, "How is he doing now?"

"It has already achieved the sanctuary." Brunhilde replied.

The Black Knight was slightly startled, and speculated in his heart, and said calmly: "Is it relying on the power of the ring?"

"Exactly."

The Black Knight was silent for a moment, then he sighed, "In just half a year, he was promoted to the Holy Realm... Ye Zhi really accomplished a miracle!"

"Ye Zhi said he will come to see you later." Hildreth stepped forward and said, "He also brought you a gift."

"Gift?" A hint of curiosity flashed in the black knight's eyes.

…

"I named this new invention Mahjong!"

The wind is cold and the snow-capped peaks are on top.

Next to the king's chessboard, Yeats took out a square table from his ring, and placed mahjong tiles carved from jade on the table, and asked the Black Knight, Hilde, and Brunhilde to come forward and watch.

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

"Mahjong?" The Black Knight repeated the awkward Chinese pronunciation, "It sounds like an ancient language."

"What are the specific rules for playing?" Hild turned his head to look at Ye Zhi.

The rules of mahjong are simple to say, but it is indeed troublesome to teach them to beginners.

To this end, Yeats made preparations early, took out a manual from his arms and distributed it to the three people.

"The rules are in this manual...you win as long as you win the game!"

As a strategic god who is proficient in many board games, the Black Knight has a keen eye and can see the playability and complexity of this board game at a glance. He said in surprise:

"Yeats, did you invent this on your own?"

"That's right." Ye Zhi said with a thick face, "I believe this game can last for thousands of years and become popular in all continents without any problem!"

The Black Knight nodded slightly, with undisguised favor in his eyes.

Last time, the knight chess invented by Yeats had made the Black Knight quite satisfied.

The Mahjong invented by Ye Zhi this time is even better in terms of playability and strategy! "No need to talk too much." Ye Zhi sat down and greeted while shuffling the cards, "There are exactly four of us. Let's play a few games first and slowly get familiar with the rules!"

Brunhilde looked at the Black Knight with a complicated look, wanting to say, "We are playing games with mortals? Is that reasonable?"

Unexpectedly, the Black Knight was already eager to try. He sat down with great anticipation and shuffled the cards imitating Yeats's movements.

Hildegard naturally had no objection and sat next to Yeats early.

Seeing this, Brunhilde sighed helplessly, sat down on the last empty seat, and shuffled the cards, saying, "We still have swordsmanship training today... This is the only round, and it won't happen again!"

*Sunset and dusk.

Mammon took over Yeats' seat and started playing cards with Brunhilde, the Black Knight and Hildreth, who were all bloodthirsty.

As the god of greed, Mammon is proficient in many gambling and cheating techniques. After watching it several times, he quickly got the hang of playing mahjong. He was able to use the cat's paw code to shuffle the cards, win the game, and even cheat with ease.

Yeats stood aside and watched, thinking wildly:

"Next time the teacher comes to visit the material plane, let's ask her to come and play cards with us... at least it can divert some of the fighting!"

"Mammon, did you change the cards just now?" Hildreth's voice was as cold as frost.

"The Black Knight was regretting his move just now!" Mammon decisively shifted the focus.

"The outcome of the game is not determined by what is inside the game, but what is outside the game!" The Black Knight said as if it was a matter of course.

Yeats nodded with understanding.

As the saying goes, common hands, basic hands, and skilled hands are not as good as the hands of God! Brunhilde looked at Mammon absentmindedly and thought to herself, "This cat looks fluffy... It must feel good to touch!"

Zuanya stood on Ye Zhi's shoulder, cracking melon seeds and nodding from time to time: "Playing mahjong... looks so happy!"

"Let's play mahjong together next time, Yeats." Daisy said with a smile, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want~"

"Please spare me." Ye Zhi laughed dryly. "I still have to go to the ruins of the Dwarf King's City to defeat the golden dragon there... I don't have any free time these days!"

Yeats still remembers the map of the ruins of the Dwarf King's City. The Dwarf King was cursed because of his greed for gold and turned into a dragon. He guarded the treasure in the royal city and still retained the bad habits of his previous life.

The king loved gambling and had no resistance to chess, cards, dice, etc.

A large part of Yeats's invention of mahjong was in preparation for this golden dragon.

Zuanya's face was full of gloom, and he imitated Ye Zhi's abstract tone: "Even if you become a dragon, you will still protect the royal city... Hajilong... you..."

"The person who could come up with the word 'Hakilong' must have a master at home." Ye Zhi complained casually.

"Silver dragons are good at time and space magic, while gold dragons are good at strength." Daisy put her hand on her chin, showing a rare serious look, and said thoughtfully, "Should we let Gray go with you?"

"Why do we need to emphasize strength?" asked Diaoya.

Daisy smiled and said nothing, just looked at Yeats.

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "We will go together with Grey on this mission, and try to let Grey inherit the Golden Dragon..."

(End of this chapter)