MTL - High Above-v2 Chapter 791 The Openness of the Prophet Ian (6200)

   "Let the real dragon praise you?"

Being pulled towards the dining room, Ian’s thoughts were actually quite rude: “If Anfa is talking about Xiou, it’s not easy? This dragon has never tasted desserts, and eating a chocolate nut ball can make an afternoon beautiful, but He is quite particular about grilled meat and fish cooking, but at most it is at the level of an average gourmet.”

  「Whatever satisfies her and makes her full of praise, I will do it.」

Of course, Ian also knows that what Anfa said is definitely aimed at the standards of other true dragons-the true dragons of Terra often have prosthetic incarnations walking on the ground, and it is likely that they have tasted all kinds of food in the long life of dragons. There are many delicacies, and it is definitely the top cooking skill to satisfy them.

Anfa who brought Ian to the restaurant was the prosthetic body of the long skirt before. She quietly retreated after taking the boy to the destination, and Anfa, who was entertaining other guests here, waved to Ian smoothly, and Yien who was already seated Sengard and Master Gosser both turned their heads, smiled and nodded to Ian.

  One by one, it is really troublesome to adapt to these dragon blood and real dragons.

Ian knew what was going on when he saw Anfa in a long skirt welcoming him at first, but it was another feeling to really see it-several bodies at the same time, all of which were himself, the gap between himself and the crystal dragon clone. If the relationship is strengthened a little bit, maybe it will be like this?

  Speaking of this, the reason why the crystal dragon can invite others to control its body may be because it has awakened a little simulated dragon blood.

  Jin Deng’s restaurant is quite dimly lit, just like the name of the house, it’s like the setting sun at dusk, and the ground is black as ink, solid rock that doesn’t reflect any light, just like a dark night.

  There is a melodious sound of the piano on one side of the restaurant. Several elf girls in tulle and slim figures are playing the music.

The knights stood on both sides of the beams and pillars at the entrance of the hall, but there were no guards inside, which was normal—there were several masters of the second energy level in the restaurant, as well as the prosthetic body controlled by the real dragon dragon soul. That is to say, the captain is the second energy level, and he usually deals with little hooligans or other elf king blood guards. When meeting a master who can really break into the main house of the Jindeng family, it makes no difference whether he is outside or not.

  「Ian, you’re here!」

  Seeing Ian's arrival, Xiou couldn't help cheering: "If you don't come, Anfa won't serve dinner! I said you don't care, but they still don't believe me!"

   "I really don't care."

Ian shook his head, he pulled out his chair, sat next to Isengarde, and also sat opposite Anfa who was sitting in the main seat: "But this is the etiquette of human beings, even if I don't care, everyone should act according to the etiquette-really Dragons should have rules too, right?"

   "The rule of the real dragon is that if you don't stop it, you don't care, and if you don't care, you allow it.

  Xio raised his white and slender fingers, shook them nonchalantly and said, "But I understand the rules of humans and elves very well, and I will strictly abide by them!"

  「It can be seen that you don’t understand at all. If you really understand, you won’t say it!」

Ian couldn't help laughing, and getting along with Xiou would indeed be very pleasant. This true dragon, regardless of his male or female form, has a sense of joy and ease, and a natural and innocent feeling. It's no wonder that An*** became friends with him. Like such a friend?

"This is a private reception dinner, everyone is my friend, and there is no need to worry about any rules. Anfa gently rubbed Xiou's hair, who was angry and wanted to refute Ian, and let the other party shake his head in satisfaction , and then smiled and pressed the button next to the main seat: "I hope you will like it, and happily taste the delicacies of our Canaan Moore."

  「I hope it’s better than Ian’s cooking!」

  Xio was obviously looking forward to it, and murmured to himself full of energy, but Anfa and Isengard were slightly taken aback by what she said, and then they all looked at the white-haired boy.

  「Did you cook for Siou?」

  Isengard asked in a low voice: "And you can get the dragon to praise your handiwork?"-

  When you were in the imperial capital, although your craftsmanship was great, it didn't seem that good!

  Although Anfa didn't ask, she was a little surprised

  's eyes obviously want to ask the same question.

   "Of course. I said that my strength has improved, right? Cooking skills have not fallen behind either, it's a world of difference from before."

Ian casually looked at the tableware of the elves—it turned out to be quite interesting. These elves actually have tableware similar to chopsticks, but they also have a complete set of knives and forks. There is even a tableware similar to bone crushing pliers and metal straws. numerous.

He turned his head and said softly to Isengarde: "When this exploration of the ruins is over, I'll give you and Anfalu a hand - of course, don't expect too much taste, although it has improved, it is still not as good as a professional chef, mainly It’s Xio who is easier to deal with.”

  「What do you mean I am easier to deal with!」

  When Xiou heard this, he immediately became dissatisfied-this is a history of contempt for the real dragon who does not know how many years, Ian must apologize immediately!

  The girl slapped the table angrily and reprimanded: "When it comes to eating, I strive for excellence! It's not really delicious delicacies, I will never say praises!"

  「Hmm! Delicious! Delicious!」

Thirty seconds later, when Xio tasted the purple peach milkshake served by the attendant, he immediately forgot his previous declaration and expressed his sincere emotion: "It's so sweet—whether it's the fresh and sweet scent of purple peach, or the milkshake of hardhorn sheep. The pure milk is mellow, and it’s the top-grade appetizer of the top-grade, so it’s so delicious!”

   In fact, it can be heard that Xiou actually has a little research on food. The waiter actually didn’t introduce it at all, but she can drink the raw materials and key points of the milkshake in one sip, which is enough to prove that her theoretical knowledge is very rich. But there is no way—her appetite is so good, so everything feels delicious!

  Ian, Isengard, and Anfa couldn't help but laugh, while the two elders, Master Goser and Master Gravey, watched this scene without changing their expressions.

  「I told you a long time ago, don’t go back to Canaan Moore.

  Master Gesai picked up the golden mead beside his hand, and lightly clinked glasses with Master Gravey: "How about this? There are no people on both sides, how can you do research in this situation?"

  「Hmph, you think I think so? It’s not me who was exposed.」

  Master Gravey is obviously acquainted with Master Gosser, at least they are not ordinary nodding acquaintances. Regarding Master Gesai's question, he sneered: "At first I thought it was Yafoda who wanted to kill me. After returning to Canaan Moor for a few days to sort out the situation, I found that at least three royal blood families wanted me. Life."

"Because my plan is too complete, they who have also joined the new research can't touch it, have no way to invest or keep it for themselves, so even if it is only 1% possible to use my plan, they will definitely Not allowed one - Yafoda is just going with the flow, he, an old fox, wants to see what cards I have, if he can't deal with the spying of the king's blood, it is better to die on the Siren, so as to save me from going back to Canaan Moor and die too badly, Please take him away."

"The results of it?"

At this time, the attendants had already delivered the first small dish, the blood oranges, a specialty of the Canaan Moor shower wetlands, and the blood orange pulp, which was like a blood jade carving board, was placed on a plate solidified by the ice source. in front of everyone.

Master Gesai picked up a petal and put it in his mouth. Feeling the sweet life-like fruit bursting between his tongue and teeth, and the feeling of vitality, he asked inarticulately: " What's next?"

"Stupid question." Master Gravey also took a bite. He said dissatisfiedly: "I was saved by Ian, and I didn't reveal my hole card. Yafoda came to me to discuss cooperation matters-you and that kid? Familiar, what exactly do you want to ask?"

  「It’s nothing, I just want to know how well you know that kid, and see if we can continue to cooperate in the future.

Master Gesai shifted his gaze to Ian, and the slightly hunched old man laughed and said, "It seems that you also think that Ian is a genius enough to help you in your research, which means that we will have many opportunities to cooperate in the future." Also, My inspiration tells me that you probably know a little more than I do now—but wait, he'll probably tell us himself."

  Ian and other people present can naturally hear the chat of the two masters. This is not good for the sublimator, and he can hear some things that don't need to be heard.

   But it's not a big problem, Ian is now concentrating on tasting Canaan Moore cuisine.

  The taste of the blood orange is actually quite curious if you have to evaluate it. It is a bit similar to popping candy, but if you really want to say it, it is like a living thing jumping in the mouth, giving people a strange feeling. But the sense of abnormality will soon end as the fruit shatters itself and turns into an extremely fragrant and pure juice, and the more intense the pulsation, the sweeter the flesh.

  The same goes for the next food, which has the local flavor of Canaan Moore.

The main dish served first was a huge charcoal-grilled land crab. This land crab is a kind of magical beast called the broken coconut crab. It can grow up to three meters long, and the one placed in front of Ian and others is also one meter long. how big. This monster feeds on Yixin coconuts whose shells are comparable to iron shells along the coast of the Yongji Ocean. It has a fairly good tonic effect. Its meat tastes smooth and tender at the beginning of the mouth, but it is quite elastic, and it is extremely obvious after chewing for a while.

  Sweet, it's not like eating meat but chewing some kind of strange pulp, but after charcoal roasting, the cracked coconut crab meat has a rich protein flavor.

Crab meat can be eaten with sauce. This sauce is called 'pouyatine' locally in Canaan Moor. It is made by mashing and stirring a variety of fruits and then fermented. Work up an appetite. Then there was a kind of drink, a kind of milk wine, which was said to have been passed down from the royal court of heaven, and was then served by the elves.

  Localization - but the localization is simply beyond recognition.

There is not much grazing land in the Moorish Rainforest of Canaan, so the so-called milk of horses and sheep is of course rare, but in the Thirteen River Basin, there is a peculiar fruit tree called "clean milk tree". It sounds simple, but in fact it is a kind of fruit tree. A dangerous carnivorous magic plant, it will kill other animals through its poison and vines to become its own nutrients, and its sap is a clear sap with a fragrance very similar to milk.

  The elves will harvest the sap of the clear milk tree, add special fermented sugar for fermentation, and the wine obtained will be milky white and have a strong aroma. This wine tastes smooth, sweet and delicious, and has an extremely unique flavor. Everyone present was an adult, and Ian's eyes lit up when he tasted the tree milk wine obtained by the Canaanite Moors grazing magic plants.

   Take a sip first, the mouth and nasal cavity are filled with thick milky fragrance. Afterwards, a warm feeling of sweetness, refreshing and slightly spicy all the way from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue—and finally when swallowing, there is a refreshing feeling, not as hot as alcohol, but with a milk-like smoothness .

   "Ian!"

   Isengard on the side was holding the wine glass in surprise. He opened his eyes wide and whispered to Ian in surprise:

   This is better than the best stamina potion I've ever had! It's better than wine! "

  「You and Siou are really on the same level of tongue.

   Hearing this, wow, Ian, this fried chicken is better than KXC! Grade rating, Ian couldn't help it

   Rolled his eyes, but after thinking about it carefully, I can’t really blame Isengard, the blond boy ended up mainly using stamina potions

  He has only lived on food for a year, and he went to the Eastern Plains on a business trip during this time. He must not have eaten much delicious food, so he naturally felt that everything was novel.

   "The next time you come to Xiahuiling, I will let you know what is called colorful and non-repetitive food." Thinking of this

  In, Ian became a little more motivated: "It is definitely different from Canaan Moore's flavor, which makes you unique!"

"Hey!"

  Anfa on the main seat was a little unhappy: "Is it because the dishes I prepared are not delicious? Why did you start talking about going back to the empire?"

  「No, I just want to let Esen know more about it, so that I don’t understand Anfa’s well-prepared delicacies, which are compared to roadside taverns.

  Ian waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t have such an idea.

   Talking about the staple food made Anfa look at Yisen with sympathy: "It doesn't end until the age of sixteen, even if it is our king's blood, it will no longer take physical potions as the staple food at the age of twelve!

  「Different bloodlines really have different strictness

   Strict practice conditions.

  Even Xiou showed conceited feelings towards Isengard: "Yes, next time I will take you to Nanling for a stroll, eat a lot, and even experience the feeling of barbecue by yourself!

   If you want me to say, grilling your own meat is the most delicious!

  Although Ethan blushed a little at first, he accepted the invitation graciously and promised Xiou to go camping in the Baisen Mountains together in the future.

  The dishes are still on the menu, from the extremely chewy pterosaur bone and meat, to the stir-fry made of Yongjiyang three delicacies lantern abalone, radio squid and gray long shrimp. It was only then that Ian realized that the elves' tastes were not bland. They were keen to eat some fried and barbecued smoked food... Thinking about it carefully, it is true that if you don't eat barbecued meat or deep-fried food in the forest, is it possible to wait for the meat to rot? If you want to eat something refreshing, there are fruits and wild vegetables, so why bother to work **** meat?

  As for the coastal elves, it is even more so. Some like the pure umami taste of seafood, but in order to extract the most extreme aroma, adding a certain amount of spicy and oil to stir-fry is also part of the food. They even have a special spicy method.

  Especially the in-depth connection between the elves and the royal court of heaven, Ian even saw an elf chef personally roll out a cart with a whole roasted lamb on it!

Ian, the lamb of the ball sheep, had already eaten at the reception banquet of the Ellen family in the imperial capital, but due to the lack of superficial strength at that time, he didn't enjoy eating, but this time they were all acquaintances, and many of them even knew that they were real. An acquaintance with strength, Ian is not polite.

  The lamb meat is golden in color, and the glistening fat drips after being cut, and a lot of spices and salt are sprinkled on it. The plump, smooth and tender meat will whet your appetite.

   This meal was undoubtedly a joy for both the host and the guest. Dishes were served one after another, but they were all resolved by the sublimators. Everyone was satisfied, and Anfa ate the least, but she was very happy to see everyone so happy. But as she ate, she realized something was wrong.

  Ian eats too much.

  Actually, not only Anfa, but Isengard also noticed this. Even Siou raised his head in doubt and looked in the direction of the boy.

  Serves ten people? Twenty servings? No no no...not so superficial.

The source quality that the human body can absorb from food is actually limited every day. This is the case even for sublimated people. The digestive system has not been specially strengthened. Quality one - unless the gizzard is used.

  But the gizzard is the source of life and the foundation of source quality. If food is allowed to enter casually, what if it is affected by taking potions or other special sublimation things in the future? This is an invisible limitation. Only the stronger the strength, the more people can eat, or in other words, only those who eat more can become stronger?

  But no matter how you say it, the food Ian ate and drank at this time, if it was the normal second energy level, would have already reached the limit.

Sublimators who have specially strengthened the digestive system may still be able to continue to eat, but it is absolutely impossible to be like Ian, who did not even support his abdomen, and still easily took one bite after another, solving all the problems in front of him at an extremely fast speed. Food.

  「Well, it’s really good, Anfa, your chef is amazing.

  Shipping away the last piece of crab meat, Ian gracefully put down the crab claws beside him.

He smiled and looked around at the people who were looking at them, and then lightly touched the silent ring on his right hand, covering the entire dining table, and the music of the Elven Girls Orchestra at the back also disappeared: "However, as you can see, I It seems like I ate a little too much."

His gaze moved from the surprised Anfa to the bewildered Xiou, to the raised brow of Master Gesse, then to the plain-faced Master Gravey, and finally landed on Isengard who was a little dazed. Ian calmly told the truth : "Yes, my strength has reached the point where it is comparable to the third energy level. Rather, I am now the third energy level.

This is not a lie, but a verbal misleading—Ian does have the strength of the third energy level, and it is not a regular third energy level. These words seem to say that Ian has broken through the second energy level through some means. limit

  But in fact, what Ian broke through was the limit of the third energy level. Far stronger than the general third-level bloodline true form

   Big "Harbour of Steel.

   After everyone understood the meaning of his words, Ian chuckled and revealed another big news: Also, there is a secret. I want to take advantage of the happy atmosphere and share it with you to add a little joy. "

   After a pause, the white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "I'm not actually a psyker of the observation department." I'm a prophet. "

   Silence.

  Silence spread over the dining table.

Even Xiou and Anfa, who already knew the news, couldn't help shaking slightly when they heard Ian reiterated his identity as a prophet again. It was an emotional reaction mixed with surprise and inconceivable... Even if they already knew, But still instinctively can't believe it.

This is not an exaggeration, but prophets are so rare in Terra - although there are folk rumors that only a prophet can be considered a big country, but even a big country wants to have a living prophet, not some kind of prophet , is also very difficult.

In the whole of Terra, in fact, only the four major orthodox religions have a stable prophetic inheritance. This is the iron-like confidence of the four major orthodox religions, and it is also the reason why the nations of Terra respect the orthodoxy. But that stability does not mean strength, not every generation Orthodox prophets can see many of the most critical scenes, and in some of the most debilitated eras, it is difficult for the prophets of the sect to even reach the third energy level.

   And now, Ian says... he's a prophet

   "Sure enough."

  Contrary to everyone's imagination, Isengard, who should have been the most sensitive to the news, and who had never been told by Ian before, was the calmest one among all the people present.

As if he knew that the sun would continue to rise tomorrow, he applauded his friend in a natural way and praised his friend: "Let me tell you that you are definitely not that simple—even a prophet is a matter of course to you." !"

   "Ian, I'm really... happy that you're finally willing to break the news to me!"

  Obviously, Isengarde obviously thinks highly of Ian. Even the prophet, as far as he is concerned, is just worthy of Ian in his eyes! That's all, it's not big news at all.

  Hum one by one! Ian is so strong!

  This kind of thinking and trust may be even rarer than the existence of a prophet, which made everyone's astonished eyes shift to the calm face of Isengard.

   "Ian!"

  Master Goser took a deep breath, stood up from the seat, came to the boy, opened his own ring of silence, and enveloped himself and Ian.

  The old man was not so shocked by Ian's identity as a prophet—Hilliard's successor, the successor of the Black King, is it any surprise that he is a prophet?

   It might be better to say that the empire has not found it so far, perhaps it is because of the prophet's own destiny interference!

   But what he wants to ask is not these simple little things.

  「You boy!」

The hunchbacked old man straightened his back, grabbed the shoulders of the boy who had already grown a bit taller, and said in a deep voice, "Now tell us the news, do you mean...do you plan to let another identity appear in the next exploration? "Are you going to let the identity of the Knight of the Valley appear again?!"

"nature."

  Ian replied calmly: "Sure enough, the empire already knows the identity of Mahdi, the Knight of the Valley - Grand Duke Thorin still didn't block all eyes, and it's worthy of my carefulness to hide my identity.

   "But this time the matter is of great importance, Master Goser, I know you want to persuade me to stop, there are too many powerful eyeliners watching but this time, I will definitely make a move.

   "Whether it's Ian Silver Peak, or the Mahdi of the valley. I must get it, the most precious treasure in the Xenomorph Research Institute!"