Chapter 463: Death of the Law, Portrait of the God of Death

In the underworld, the outer walls of the obsidian palace exude a cold luster, and the towering spires pierce the clouds.

Two rows of huge skull columns are solemn and majestic, with blue flames burning in their empty eye sockets, reflecting a figure passing through the deep corridor.

Yeats looked around in Death's Palace and was amazed at the luxury of the materials used in the building.

The walls were inlaid with dark red gems, emitting a faint bloody glow. The ground was covered with black marble, and every step you took on it echoed with heavy footsteps. In the brazier was the dragon corpse ointment that the wizards coveted, which was enough to continue burning for a full century.

Just now, Death allowed Yeats to be in charge of this dinner, but then he ignored him and disappeared at the end of the deep palace, saying only that they would meet in the banquet hall later.

Yeats had no choice but to wander around the palace alone, looking for the location of the kitchen.

"Ordinarily, the god of death should have appointed a servant to lead the way..." Ye Zhi walked through the corridor. The black fountain in the garden was surging with a crimson-purple halo. He muttered to himself, "Such a large palace, there must be no servants, right?"

At this moment, a staggering figure walked out from the back of the fountain.

Ye Zhi stood there in a daze, rubbing his eyes in amazement.

How could there be a penguin here? According to Yeats’s decent knowledge of biology, the penguin in front of him should be a "yellow-browed penguin", with red eyes and two long yellow eyebrows, which are the symbols of this type of penguin.

This type of penguin is known for its bad temper and ferocity. It is the most aggressive type of penguin and has strong jumping ability, enough to jump up and attack human knees.

Compared with the gentle king penguin, it is simply a grumpy brother.

The yellow-browed penguin shook its eyebrows, flapped its two short wings, and used its claws to jump towards Yeats, shouting, "What are you waiting for? Aren't you supposed to prepare a meal for Her Majesty the Queen? Come with me to the kitchen!"

Ye Zhi didn't have the time to ask it "Do you want to top up Q coins?" He coughed lightly and tried to test the other party's identity:

"May I ask who you are?"

The yellow-browed penguin raised his chest and said arrogantly: "I am the manservant here. You can call me Ganradi. Just follow me from now on. I will lead the way for you!"

According to legend, there were two servants serving the goddess of death, a man and a woman, named Ganradi and Ganlot, which means "dull" and "slow" respectively.

Being able to serve as the servant of the goddess of death, his strength should not be underestimated. It should not be a problem for him to deal with the mortal sanctuary in this underworld plane. However, what Ye Zhi did not expect was that the servant who was recorded in the myth was actually... a penguin? The corner of Ye Zhi's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh but was afraid that the penguin would jump up and peck him. He nodded expressionlessly:

"Please, Your Excellency."

"Very good. I like humans who don't talk much. Asking questions is not a good habit."

The yellow-browed penguin shook his eyebrows, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and led the way, saying slowly: "I have always been responsible for Her Majesty the Queen's food. Today, I have handed this important task to you, the new cook. You must not let her down..."

Yeats speculated that this penguin was nominally a male servant, but in fact his status was similar to that of the butler in this palace.

Listening to Penguin's words, Ye Zhi's heart moved and he said, "I am not a new cook."

"No need to explain to me." The yellow-browed penguin stopped and said calmly, "I don't care whether you are a ghost or a spirit, I just want to see the final result."

"Look, the kitchen is right here. If you need help, just ring the bell hanging there and I will send two little ghosts to help you." After briefly explaining, the yellow-browed penguin swaggered away, leaving Yeats alone to look around the kitchen.

The kitchen utensils were all available, and the food stored in a corner of the kitchen were species unique to the underworld, including the weeping wormwood, multi-eyed mushrooms, the Styx fish from the tributaries of the Styx, and the skull pumpkin stained with the deathly aura of the underworld...

These ingredients are similar to those in the film world, but they are a whole new world for Yezhi. He can't help but be eager to try them out, so he immediately summons Arenil to heat the pot while preparing the ingredients.

After achieving the sanctuary, Ye Zhi's control over Arenil became more and more handy. In less than half an hour, the court dinner prepared for the god of death was declared completed.

Absinthe as an appetizer, cream stew of mushrooms and smoked Styx fillet as appetizers, skull pumpkin pie as the main course, and tiramisu made from ingredients Yeats brought with him as dessert.

"Sir, let me help you serve the food..."

A timid female voice sounded.

Yeats turned his head and saw a wet sea otter standing in front of him, staring at him with a pair of innocent big eyes.

"You must be the maid here," said Yeats.

"Yes, my name is Ganlot, and I am a loyal servant of the Goddess of Death." said the otter.

Ye Zhi was so curious that he couldn't help but ask, "Ganluote, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, sir."

Ye Zhi asked, "Did you commit any mistakes that caused you to be like this?"

The sea otter shook his head: "No, Ganradi and I are just magical beasts that have cultivated wisdom. We were accidentally saved by the goddess of death, so we swore to be loyal to her for all eternity..."

"Although the goddess has repeatedly stated that she does not need us to repay her, I am still very happy to be able to serve her." A smile appeared at the corner of the sea otter's mouth under his wet nose.

Yeats was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the high and mighty god could have such a human side.

"Then I'll trouble you." Ye Zhi said, "Please bring these dishes to the banquet hall."

"No problem!" said the sea otter.

Yeats also planned to enter the banquet hall, but was stopped by the yellow-browed penguin waiting there.

"The Goddess of Death is going to entertain guests today, so we'd better stay away." The yellow-browed penguin warned.

Ye Zhi said: "I am that distinguished guest."

The yellow-browed penguin asked, "You?"

Boom! The tightly closed door suddenly opened.

The banquet hall had a high dome and a long black ebony table in the center.

At the top of the perspective, the goddess of death sat on the throne, overlooking the entire palace, her eyes fixed on Yeats's face.

"Take a seat."

Yeats performed a chest-pressing ceremony and then walked into the hall.

Boom! The banquet hall was closed again.

Outside the door, the yellow-browed penguin's eyebrows trembled and he felt a little heavy.

Oh no, I misjudged...

The otter comforted him, "Mr. Yeats is a gentle man and will not bear a grudge against you."

The yellow-browed penguin asked in surprise: "Who is Yeats?"

The otter said, "It's the guest just now. He looks a bit like the man in the painting in your Majesty's room."

The yellow-browed penguin was suddenly shocked: "I actually forgot about this! No wonder His Majesty brought him back to the palace!"

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Sea Otter said helplessly: "Your slow reaction has been going on for a long time."

The yellow-browed penguin snorted angrily, "It's because you're too slow. His Majesty clearly asked you to lead the way, but you took so long that I had to take over!"

In the banquet hall, Yeats and others sat down silently at the long table. The tableware was all made of silver, gleaming with a cold luster. The food on the plate was exquisite and strange, made with ingredients unique to the underworld, and the absinthe in the cup glowed with a deep purple glow.

The goddess of death has a pale and beautiful face, with the other half of her face shrouded in an unclear shadow, as if she was wearing a mask.

She slowly raised her glass, took a sip of the absinthe that Yeats had brewed with Arenil, and sighed softly.

"You actually fought Plague Knight to this extent... It was beyond my expectation."

Ye Zhi bowed his head and said, "This is my mission."

The goddess of death lowered her eyes, looking at the delicious food on the plate, her face full of melancholy, and said: "Even the gods hesitated and were unwilling to face it, but you, as a human, chose to fight..."

"To be honest, I admire you very much." The goddess of death raised her eyes, looked at Ye Zhi, and said, "So, I will not blame you for trespassing into the underworld... I will even give you a reward."

Ye Zhi's heart was moved, and he said shamelessly: "How can I feel embarrassed about that?"

The goddess of death shook her head slightly and remained silent. She cut the fish with a silver fork. Her movements were graceful, as if she was precise with every breath, and she gently put the fish into her mouth.

After chewing carefully, the eyes of the goddess of death moved slightly. She put down her fork, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, and said softly:

"I can give you a long life, a king's treasure, or the power of a curse... Choose one."

Yeats had no choice but said directly: "I want to make a request to you."

The goddess of death put down her napkin, looked at Yeats with interest, nodded slightly, and signaled Yeats to continue.

Ye Zhi said: "I would like you to teach me [Death by Law]!"

The Law of Death, the most powerful blessing in the realm of death, is tainted with the law of causality and has two uses.

One is to wrap the breath of death of [Law of Death] around the fingertips. Where the fingers are, the grass and trees wither and everything becomes dead silent.

Another way is to attach this aura to a weapon or a staff.

This blessing combined with the [God-killing Sword] Silver Oak Sword was enough to allow Ye Zhi to go one step further and reach the same level as Fenrir Soul and Plague Knight! Although Plague Knight has fallen, the Church is not without achievements.

They killed the nightmare demon Abaddon, which was probably the key to the arrival of the [Famine Knight].

Coupled with the war knights hiding in the dark, Ye Zhi still urgently needs to have eight-ring level combat power.

The [Death of the Law] that fits the Silver Oak Sword very well is the shortcut to rapid improvement! Ye Zhi paused for a moment and tried to persuade him, "I know that this blessing is made from the fragments of your law, and it is equally important to you. I can..."

The goddess of death said, "Okay."

Ye Zhi said: "I can exchange it with treasures... huh?"

The goddess of death said calmly: "No need to exchange, I will teach you."

Gray and Hildreth looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes. They didn't expect that the goddess of death would agree so readily.

"There is only one condition." The Goddess of Death said calmly.

Ye Zhi thought that she was asked to stay and cook again, but she didn't expect that a trace of nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the goddess of death, and she said softly:

"Draw a picture for me."

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment.

As an artist chosen by God, blessed with inspiration and divinity, painting is not a difficult task for him.

It’s just that… if the goddess of death is not satisfied with the portrait, there will be a high chance that something will go wrong…

Ye Zhi weighed the pros and cons for a moment, took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I promise you!"

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(End of this chapter)