High Above

"Let the real dragon be full of praise?"

Being pulled towards the restaurant, Ian's thoughts were actually quite rude: "If Anfa is talking about Xiou, wouldn't it be simple? This dragon has never tasted snacks, and eating a chocolate nut ball can make the afternoon happy, but I’m quite particular about cooking barbecue and fish, but at best it’s at the level of an average gourmet.”

"I can do whatever it takes to satisfy her and make her full of praise."

Of course, Ian also knows that what Anfa is talking about is definitely a standard for other true dragons - Terra's true dragons often have prosthetic bodies walking on the earth, and they may have tasted delicious food from all over the world during their long life. There are many delicacies, and it definitely requires the best cooking skills to satisfy them.

Anfa, who brought Ian to the restaurant, was the long-skirted prosthetic body from before. After taking the boy to the destination, she quietly retreated. Anfa, who was entertaining other guests here, waved to Ian smoothly, while Yi, who had already taken a seat, Sengard and Master Gosei both turned their heads and nodded to Ian with a smile.

——It’s really a bit troublesome to adapt to these dragon blood and real dragons.

Ian knew what was going on as soon as he saw the long-skirted Anfa who greeted him, but when he actually saw it, it was a different feeling - there were several bodies at the same time, all of them were him, between himself and the crystal dragon clone If the relationship between the two is strengthened, maybe it will be like this, right?

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

The lighting in Jin Deng's restaurant is quite dim, just like the dusk setting sun as the name suggests, and the ground is made of solid rock as black as ink, which does not reflect any light, just like a pitch-black night.

There was melodious music playing on one side of the restaurant, and several slim elf girls wearing tulle were playing music. They were concentrating on their performance as if there was no one else around.

The knights stood on both sides of the beams at the entrance of the hall, but there were no guards inside, which is normal - there were several second-level masters in the restaurant, as well as prosthetics controlled by the true dragon soul. These guards In other words, the captain is the second level, and he can usually deal with some hooligans or other guards of the Elf King's blood. When encountering a master who can really break into the main house of the Jindeng family, it doesn't matter whether he is outside or not.

"Ian, you're here!"

Seeing Ian arriving, Xiou couldn't help but let out a cheer: "If you don't come, Anfa won't have dinner! I said you don't care, but they still don't believe it!"

"I really don't care."

Ian shook his head. He pulled out his chair and sat next to Isengard, also sitting opposite Anfa who was sitting in the main seat: "But this is human etiquette. Even if I don't care, everyone must behave according to etiquette - really Dragons should have rules too, right?"

"The rule of a true dragon is 'if you don't stop it, you don't care', and if you don't care it means you allow it."

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

"It can be seen that you actually don't understand it at all. If you really understand it, you won't say it!"

Ian couldn't help but laugh. It would indeed be very pleasant to get along with Xiou. This true dragon, regardless of his male or female form, has a sense of joy and freedom, and has a natural and innocent feeling. It's no wonder that Anfa will become friends with him. Who wouldn't like it? What about such friends?

"This is a private reception dinner. Everyone is my friend, so there are no rules to worry about."

Anfa gently rubbed the hair of Xiou who was full of anger and wanted to refute Ian, making the other party shake his head in satisfaction, and then pressed the button next to the main seat with a smile: "I hope you like it and taste it happily. The delicacies of our Canaanites."

"I hope it tastes better than Ian's!"

Xio was obviously very much looking forward to it, and said to herself full of energy, but her words made Anfa and Isengard both slightly stunned, and then they both looked at the white-haired boy.

"Have you cooked for Xio?"

Isengard asked in a low voice: "Can you still let a real dragon praise your craftsmanship?"

——When you were in the Imperial Capital, although your craftsmanship was great, it didn’t seem to be that good!

Although Anfa didn't ask, her slightly surprised look clearly meant she wanted to ask the same question.

"Of course. Did I say that my strength has improved? My cooking skills have not fallen behind either. It is already a huge difference from before."

Ian looked at the elves' tableware a little casually - the results were quite interesting. These elves actually had chopstick-like tableware, but they also had a complete set of knives and forks, and even an extra cutlery similar to bone-crushing pliers and metal straws. Many.

He turned his head and whispered to Isengard: "When this exploration of the ruins is over, I will show you and Anfa a lesson - of course, don't expect too much about the taste. Although there is progress, 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'm easier to deal with!"

When Xio heard this, he immediately became dissatisfied - this was contempt for the true dragon's history, and Ian must apologize immediately!

The girl slammed the table angrily and reprimanded: "I strive for excellence in eating! If it is not a truly delicious delicacy, I will never say a compliment!"

"Yeah! It tastes good! It's delicious!"

Thirty seconds later, when Xiou tasted the purple peach milkshake served by the waiter, he immediately forgot his previous declaration and sighed sincerely: "It's so sweet - whether it's the fresh and sweet fragrance of purple peach, or the hard-horned sheep The pure milk is fragrant and is the best of the best... Can appetizers be so delicious!"

In fact, it can be heard that Xiou actually has some research on food. The attendant did not introduce it at all, but she could drink the raw materials and key points of the milkshake in one sip, which is enough to prove that she has very rich theoretical knowledge.

But there's no way - she has such a great appetite that everything she eats tastes delicious!

Ian, Isengard and Anfa all couldn't help laughing, while the two old men, Master Gosei and Master Grave, watched this scene without changing their expressions.

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

Master Gosei picked up the golden mead next to him and clinked the glasses with Master Glave: "How about this? There are no people on both sides. How can you do research in this situation?"

"Hmph, you think I want to? It's not me who's exposed."

Master Glawei was obviously familiar with Master Gosei, at least it was not just an ordinary acquaintance. Regarding Master Gosei's question, he sneered: "At first I thought it was Japhetah who wanted to kill me. After returning to Canaan Moore for a few days to sort out the situation, I found that at least three king-blood families wanted to kill me. Life."

"Because my plan is too complete, they who have also joined the new research cannot get involved and cannot invest or keep it for themselves. Therefore, even if there is only a one percent chance of using my plan, they will definitely Not allowed - Japhetah is just following the trend. He, an old fox, wants to see what cards I have. If I can't deal with the prying eyes of the Kingbloods, I might as well die on the Siren to save me from returning to Canaan Moore and dying miserably. Please clean it up for him."

"The results of it?"

At this time, the attendants had already served the first side dish, the specialty of Canaan's Moor Rainfall Wetland, 'Blood Orange'. The blood orange pulp, which was as clear as a blood jade carving board, was placed on a plate solidified by ice source. Put it in front of everyone.

Master Gesai picked up a petal and put it into his mouth. He felt the sweet and moist fruit pods exploding between his tongue and teeth. The feeling of vitality. He asked inarticulately: "Take that." What happened when you came down?"

"Stupid question." Master Grave also took a bite, and he said dissatisfied: "I was saved by Ian, and his trump card was not exposed. Yafoda personally came to me to discuss cooperation matters - you and that kid are so... Familiar, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"Nothing, I just want to know how well you know that kid and see if we can continue to cooperate in the future."

Master Gosei turned his attention to Ian. The slightly hunched old man chuckled and said, "It seems that you also think that Ian is a genius enough to help you with your research. This means that we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future."

"Also, my inspiration tells me that you may know a little more than I know now - but he will probably tell us himself later."

Naturally, Ian and everyone else present could hear the chat between the two masters. The Ascendant was not good at this, he could hear some things that did not need to be heard.

But it’s not a big problem. Today, Ian is concentrating on tasting Canaanite delicacies.

The taste of blood orange is actually quite strange if you have to comment. It is a bit similar to popping candy, but really speaking, it is like a living thing jumping in the mouth, giving people an abnormal feeling. But the abnormality will soon end as the fruit breaks itself and turns into extremely fragrant juice. The more intense the beating, the sweeter the pulp.

The following delicacies are also the same, with a local Canaanite flavor.

The first main dish served was a huge charcoal-grilled land crab. This land crab is a kind of monster called Coconut Crab. It can grow up to three meters long. The one placed in front of Ian and others is also one meter long. How big. This kind of monster feeds on the heart-healthy coconuts on the shores of the Everlasting Ocean, whose shells are comparable to iron shells. Its flesh is also full of the aroma of coconuts, and it can maintain the heart and replenish the energy of the heart muscle. For some blood vessels that strengthen the heart, It has a pretty good replenishing effect.

Its meat tastes smooth and tender when you first enter it, but it is quite elastic. After chewing it for a while, it becomes extremely sweet. It does not feel like eating meat but chewing some kind of strange fruit pulp. However, after being grilled, the broken coconut tastes delicious. Crab meat adds a rich protein flavor.

Crab meat can be eaten with sauce. This sauce is called 'pouyatine' locally in Canaan. It is made from a variety of fruits mashed and stirred and then fermented. It is sweet and sour with a hint of wine and spiciness. It tastes delicious. Great appetite.

Then there was a drink, a kind of milk wine, which was said to have been passed down from the Cangtian Royal Court, and then localized by the elves - but the localization was completely different.

There is not much grazing land in the Canaan Moorish Rainforest, and the so-called horse and goat milk are of course scarce. However, in the Thirteenth River Basin, there is a peculiar fruit tree called the 'white milk tree'. It sounds simple, but in fact it is a A dangerous carnivorous demonic plant, it kills other animals through its poisonous vines and turns them into nutrients, and its sap is a pure sap with a fragrance very similar to milk.

The elves will cut the sap of the milk tree and add special fermented sugar for fermentation. The resulting wine will be milky white and have a rich frankincense. The wine will taste smooth, sweet and delicious, and has an extremely unique flavor.

Everyone present was of age. Ian's eyes lit up when he tasted the 'tree milk wine' obtained by the Canaanite Moors from herding magic plants.

Take a sip first, and your mouth and nose will be filled with a thick milky aroma. Then, a sweet and slightly spicy warm feeling came from the tip of the tongue all the way to the base of the tongue - and finally when swallowing, there was a refreshing feeling, not as hot as mellow wine, but with a milky lubrication.

"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 have ever drunk! It's better than magic wine." drink!"

"...You and Xiou really have the same level of tongue."

Hearing this kind of "Wow, Ian, this fried chicken drumstick is better than KXC!" ' Grade evaluation, Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes, but thinking about it carefully, this really can't be blamed on Isengard. It has only been a year since the blond boy ended his life of relying on stamina potions as a staple food. During this time, he went to When I was on a business trip to the Eastern Plains, I definitely didn’t eat much delicious food, so naturally everything seemed novel.

"Next time you come to Xiahui Ling, I will let you know what colorful and unique food is." Thinking of this, Ian became a little more motivated: "It will definitely have a different flavor from Canaan Moor, so you can enjoy it in a new way! "

"Hey!"

Anfa, who was sitting in the chair, was a little unhappy: "Is the food I prepared not delicious? Why did we start talking about the empire?"

"No, I just want to give Ethan more experience, so as not to understand that Anfa's carefully prepared food is compared to a roadside tavern."

Ian waved his hand to indicate that he did not have such thoughts. He also told the story about Isengard's previous diet of physical strength potions, which made Anfa look at Isen with sympathy: "Sixteen years old. It’s just over...even our king’s blood will no longer rely on stamina potions as a staple food when we reach the age of twelve!”

"Different bloodline forms indeed have different strict cultivation conditions."

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

"If you ask me, grilling meat yourself is the most delicious!"

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

The dishes are still being served, from the chewy pterosaur bone and meat to the stir-fried dishes of Yongji Yang's three delicacies, 'lantern abalone', 'radio squid' and 'grey spear shrimp'. Only then did Ian realize that the taste of elves is not bland. They are very keen on eating fried and barbecued and smoked food... Thinking about it carefully, if you don't eat barbecued meat and fried food in the forest, is it possible that the meat will become rotten? If you want to eat something refreshing, there are plenty of fruits and vegetables, so why do you have to focus on meat?

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

Especially the in-depth connection between the elves and the Heavenly Palace. Ian even saw an elf chef personally rolling out a cart with a roasted whole lamb on it!

Ian had eaten Qiuqiu Sheep's lamb at a banquet hosted by the Ellen family in the imperial capital, but he didn't enjoy the meal due to his weak appearance at that time. But this time, they were all acquaintances, and many of them even knew who he really was. As a powerful acquaintance, Ian was not polite.

The lamb meat is golden in color, with glistening fat dripping after being cut into it. It is also sprinkled with a lot of spices, pepper and salt, and the plump and tender meat is very appetizing.

This meal was undoubtedly a feast for the guests and the host. Dishes were served one after another, but all were taken care of by the sublimators. Everyone was very satisfied, Anfa ate the least, but she felt very happy to see everyone so happy.

But as she ate, she realized something was wrong.

Ian ate too much.

In fact, not only Anfa, but Isengard also noticed this, and even Xio raised his head in confusion and looked in the direction of the young man.

Serves ten? For twenty people? No, no, no...it's not so superficial.

The amount of energy that the human body can absorb from food is actually limited every day, even for sublimers. Unless the digestive system is specially strengthened, the stomach of sublimators cannot always operate at high load to deal with the large amount of energy contained in food. Essence - unless the gizzard is used.

But the gizzard is the source of life and the foundation of the essence. If food is allowed to enter at will, what should I do if it is affected by taking magic potions or other special sublimated things in the future? This is an invisible limitation. The stronger you are, the more you can eat... Or maybe, only those who eat more can become stronger?

But no matter what, the food Ian ate and drank at this time, if it was a normal second energy level, would have reached the limit long ago.

Sublimated ones who have specially strengthened their digestive systems may still be able to continue to eat it, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be like Ian, who did not even stretch his abdomen and still easily take one bite after another, solving all the problems in front of him at an extremely fast speed. gourmet food.

"Hmm...it's really good, Anfa, your chef is so good."

After finishing the last piece of crab meat with ease, Ian gracefully put down the crab claws aside.

He smiled and looked around at the people who were paying attention, then gently touched the ring of silence on his right hand, covering the entire dining table, and the music of the Elf Girls Orchestra behind him also disappeared: "However, as you can see, I It seems like you ate a little too much.”

His eyes moved from the surprised Anfa to the confused Xio, to the raised eyebrow Master Gosei, then to the dull-faced Master Glave, and finally fell on the somewhat stunned Isengard. Ian calmly told the truth. : "Yes, my strength has reached a level comparable to the third level. Rather, I am now at the third level."

This is not a lie, just a kind of verbal misleading - Ian does have the strength of the third energy level, and it is not a regular third energy level. This seems to mean that Ian has broken through the second energy level through some means. The limit...

But in fact, what Ian broke through was the limit of the third energy level. The 'Pioneer of Steel' is far more powerful than the ordinary third-level bloodline true form.

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 current pleasant atmosphere to share it with everyone to add a little joy. "

After a pause, the white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously: "I am actually not a psychic of the observation system."

"I am a prophet."

silence.

Silence spread over the dinner table.

Even Xiou and Anfa, who already knew the news, couldn't help but tremble slightly when they heard Ian reiterate his identity as a prophet. It was an emotional reaction of surprise and disbelief... even if they already knew , but still instinctively disbelieving.

This is not an exaggeration, but prophets are so rare in Terra - although there are rumors among the people that a country can only be considered a big country if it has a prophet, but even a big country wants a living prophet, not some prophetic artifact. , is also a very difficult thing.

In the whole of Terra, in fact, only the four orthodox religions have a stable prophetic inheritance. This is the iron confidence of the four orthodox religions and the reason why the countries of Terra respect the orthodox religions. However, stability does not mean strength, and not every generation Orthodox prophets can see many of the most critical scenes, and in some of the weakest times, it is difficult for sectarian prophets to even reach the third level.

But now, Ian says...he is a prophet...

"really."

Contrary to what everyone imagined, Isengard, who was supposed to be the most sensitive to the news and had never been told the news by Ian before, was the calmest among everyone present.

As if he knew that the sun would continue to rise tomorrow, he applauded in a natural way and praised his friend: "Let me tell you, you are definitely not that simple - even if you are a prophet, it is reasonable for you. As it should be!"

"Ian, you are finally willing to tell me this news. I'm really... happy!"

Obviously, Isengard obviously thinks of Ian extremely highly. Even the prophet, in his eyes, is just 'worthy of Ian! ’ That’s all, it’s not really big news at all.

--snort! Ian is so strong!

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

"Ian!"

Master Gosei took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, came to the young man's side, opened his own ring of silence, and enveloped himself and Ian.

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

It would be better to say that the empire has not found him so far, maybe it is because of the prophet’s own destiny-interfering power!

But what he wanted to ask was not these simple little things.

"You kid!"

The hunchbacked old man straightened his back, grabbed the shoulders of the young man who had grown taller, and said in a deep voice: "Tell us the news now. Could it be that...you plan to use 'another' identity in the next exploration?" Appear?!"

"Are you planning to let the identity of 'Knight of the Glen' appear again?!"

"nature."

Ian replied calmly: "Sure enough, the empire already knows the identity of the 'Knight of the Glen Mahdi' - Archduke Thorin still did not block all eyes, and he is worthy of my careful concealment of identity."

"But the stakes are very high this time, Master Gesai. I know you want to persuade me to stop. There are too many powerful eyes watching... But this time, I will definitely take action."

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

I'm late today. I accidentally fell asleep for a while...but I wasn't too late for that long!