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Chapter 791 The Prophet Ian's Openness and Honesty (6200)

"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, 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."

"Satisfy her, make her full of praise, I can do it."

Of course, Ian also knows that what Anfa said is definitely against 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 from all over the world during their long life. 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.

——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 the beginning, but it was another feeling when he really saw it—there were several bodies at the same time, and several bodies were all himself, between himself and the crystal dragon clone. If the relationship between the two is strengthened a little bit, maybe it will be like this?
Speaking of this, the reason why the crystal dragon can invite other people to control its body may be because it has awakened a little simulated dragon blood.

The dining room of Jin Deng’s house 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, which doesn’t reflect any light, just like a dark night.

On one side of the restaurant, there was a melodious sound of the piano. Several elf girls in tulle and slim figures were playing the music.

The knights stood on both sides of the beams and columns 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 dining room, and prosthetic bodies 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 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 'if you don't stop it, you don't care', and if you don't care, you allow it."

Xiou 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 actually don't understand at all. If you really understand, you won't say it!"

Ian can't help but laugh, and getting along with Xiou will 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 is no wonder that Anfa will become friends with him, and who would not like it? What about 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 his face and wanted to refute Ian's Xiou's hair, making 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 taste it happily The delicacy of our Canaanites."

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

Xiou was obviously also 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.

"Have you cooked for Xio?"

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

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

Although Anfa didn't ask, her slightly surprised eyes obviously wanted to ask the same question.

"Of course. I said that my strength has improved, right? I haven't lost my cooking skills. 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 whispered to Isengarde: "When this exploration of the ruins is over, I will 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. It's Xiou who is easier to deal with."

"What do you mean I'm 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 Xiou tasted the purple peach milkshake brought by the waiter, he immediately forgot his previous declaration and expressed his sincere emotion: "It's so sweet—whether it's the fresh and sweet fragrance of purple peach, or the milkshake of hardhorn sheep. Pure milk is fragrant and mellow, and it is the top grade among the top grades... Is the appetizer so delicious!"

In fact, it can be heard that Xiou actually has a little research on food, and the attendant did not 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 it can't be helped - her appetite is so good that everything tastes delicious!

Ian, Isengard, and Anfa couldn't help but laugh, while the two old men, Master Gosser and Master Grave, watched the 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, do you think I want to? It's not me who was exposed."

Master Gravey was obviously acquainted with Master Gosser, at least not in the usual nodding acquaintance.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 [-]% possible to use my plan, they will definitely Not allowed - Yafoda is just going with the flow, he, the 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 clean him up."

"The results of it?"

At this time, the attendants have already delivered the first side dish, the special product of the Canaan Moor shower wetland 'blood orange', the blood orange pulp is placed on a plate with solidified ice source like a blood jade carving board in front of everyone.

Master Gesai picked up a petal and put it into his mouth. Feeling the sweet and moist fruit bursting between his tongue and teeth one by one, and the feeling of vitality, he asked inarticulately: "Go on?" What happened when you got down?"

"Stupid question." Master Gravey also took a bite. He said dissatisfied: "I was saved by Ian, and I didn't reveal my hole card. Yafoda came to me personally to discuss cooperation matters-you and that kid are so 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 turned his attention 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 with 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 he'll probably tell us himself later on."

Ian and everyone else present could naturally hear the two masters chatting. This is not a good thing for sublimators, and they can hear some things that don't need to be heard.

But it's not a big problem, and now Ian is 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 sense of abnormality.But the sense of abnormality will soon end as the fruit shatters itself and turns into an extremely mellow juice, and the more intense the pulsation, the sweeter the flesh.

The same is true for the following delicacies, which have 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 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 first entrance, but it is quite elastic. After chewing for a while, it is extremely sweet. It is not like eating meat but chewing some kind of strange pulp. The crab meat has another strong protein aroma.

Crab meat can be eaten with sauce. This sauce is called 'pouyatine' locally in Canaan Moore. It is fermented by mashing and stirring a variety of fruits. Work up an appetite.

Then there is a drink, a kind of milk wine, which is said to have been passed down from the Royal Court of Heaven, and then localized by the elves—but the localization is totally different.

There is not much grazing land in the Canaan Moor Rainforest, so the so-called horse and goat milk is of course rare, but in the Thirteen River Basin, there is a peculiar fruit tree called 'clean milk tree', which sounds simple, but in fact it is a kind of fruit tree. It is 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 kind of clear juice 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 resulting wine will be milky white and rich in frankincense. 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 'cream wine' obtained by the Canaanite Moors grazing magic plants.

Take a sip first, the mouth and nasal cavity are filled with thick milk aroma.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 lubricating feeling.

"Ian!"

Isengard 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 even better than wine. drink!"

"...You and Xiou are really on the same level of tongue."

Hearing this kind of 'Wow, Ian, this fried chicken is better than KXC! Ian couldn't help rolling his eyes for the evaluation of the level, but thinking about it carefully, I can't really blame Isengard. It's only been a year since the blond boy ended his life of stamina medicine as his staple food. During this time, he went to On a business trip in the Eastern Plains, I definitely didn't eat much delicious food, so I naturally felt that everything was novel.

"The next time you come to Xiahuiling, I will let you know what is called a colorful and different food." Thinking of this, Ian became a little more motivated: "The flavor is definitely different from Canaan Moore, 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 returning to the empire?"

"No, just let Yisen learn more, so that I don't understand that Anfa's carefully prepared food is being compared to a roadside tavern."

Ian waved his hand, indicating that he didn't have such an idea. He also told about Isengard's previous food of stamina potion, which instead made Anfa look at Isen with sympathy: "It's actually only 16 years old. It's over... Even if it's our king's blood, we won't rely on stamina potions as our main food when we reach the age of 12!"

"Different bloodlines really have different strict cultivation conditions."

Even Xiou showed a conceited expression to 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 way, from the chewy pterosaur bones and meat to the stir-fried dishes made of Yongjiyang's three delicacies 'lantern abalone', 'radio squid' and 'gray gun prawn'.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, if you don't eat barbecued meat and bacon or deep-fry the 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 hard on 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 fragrance, adding a certain amount of spicy and oil to stir-fry is also a 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 that an elf chef personally rolled 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. A strong acquaintance, 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 and tender meat is very appetizing.

This meal was undoubtedly a feast for the guests and the host. The dishes were served one after another, but they were all solved 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 ate too much.

In fact, not only Anfa, but Isengard also noticed this, and even Xiou raised his head suspiciously and looked in the direction of the boy.

For ten people? 20 servings?No no no...not so superficial.

The source quality that the human body can absorb from food is actually limited every day, even for sublimated people. The digestive system has not been specially strengthened, and the intestines and stomach of sublimated people cannot always run at high load to solve the large amount of food contained in food. Prima - 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 restriction. Only the stronger the strength, the more people can eat...or maybe only those who eat a lot can become stronger?
But in any case, the food Ian ate and drank at this time, if it was a 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. gourmet food.

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

After calmly removing 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 gently touched the silence 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 to be a bit too much to eat."

His eyes 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 fell 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, it is just a 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 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 general third-level bloodline Mama.

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 happy atmosphere to share it with you to add a little joy. "

After a pause, the white-haired boy raised his head and said seriously, "I'm actually not a psychic from the Observation Department."

"I am 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 disbelief... Even if they already knew , but still instinctively couldn'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 is a prophet...

"really."

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

As if he knew that 'the sun will continue to rise tomorrow', he applauded his friend in a natural way and praised his friend: "I just said that you are definitely not that simple-even a prophet is reasonable to you." As it should!"

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

Evidently, Isengard obviously regarded Ian extremely highly. Even the prophet, to him, in his eyes, was nothing more than "worthy to match Ian!" ' That's all, it's not big news at all.

--snort!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 Gosse took a deep breath. He stood up directly 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, what's so strange about being a prophet?

It would 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, could it be that...you plan to let 'another' identity Appear?!"

"Are you going to let the identity of '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 of the Valley' - Grand Duke Thorin still didn't block all eyes, and I deserve my carefulness to hide my identity."

"But this time the matter is very important, Master Gesai, I know you want to persuade me to stop, there are too many eyeliners watching... But this time, I will definitely make a move."

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

　I'm late today, I accidentally fell asleep for a while at night...but I'm not too late!

　
(End of this chapter)