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"Did you also...?" Ying thought she was the only one who saw it.

"Yeah." Obito described what he saw to Ying.

"It's different..." Ying frowned, "The scene is different, the trees look different, and I didn't see the figure you mentioned."

"And what I heard was [The world forgot me]."

Obito couldn't decide which side was right after listening to Ying's words.

"There's no rush yet. We have just arrived at Sumeru City and we still have a lot of time." Unable to come to a conclusion at once, Obito decided to take a look at Sumeru City first. "What we can know now is that we saw The scenes are all caused by the Void Terminal."

"Previous scholars also said that the Void Terminal was created by the previous grass god Daci Shuwang, so it is basically certain that these scenes are related to her."

Orochimaru had never experienced what just happened, so he just listened quietly and then spoke.

"The existence of the palace on the tree is also very special. You can go and see it if you have the chance."

Obito thought it was feasible, just find time to sneak there directly. It would be troublesome to go through the official channel.

It would be better if the one above is the god of Sumeru. If you just establish a good relationship, no one will blame you.

The worst thing is to have a good relationship with physics.

Paimon returned now satisfied. Now she is filled with knowledge and is an old scholar.

Ying and Obito were not in a hurry to figure out the answer now. Seeing that Paimon had almost seen enough, they continued to wander around other parts of Sumeru City.

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Generally speaking, what is the first thing you do when traveling to a new country?

Tasting the local delicacies of course!

Paimon directly asked the Void Terminal: Omnipotent terminal, please tell me which restaurant in Xumi City has the best food!

Then came the answer: Lombard Tavern.

Asking Xumi-related questions to the Void Terminal, the answer was definitely reliable, so a few people planned to go there and have a taste.

Paimon held a menu, and the words on it were different from the countries he had been to before.

But Paimon is a professional guide, and he can freely choose the texts of the Seven Kingdoms.

Although Obito can understand what the Sumeru people say, Obito doesn't understand why the words are different.

This time Paimon is considered the MVP.

Paimeng waved his hand and called the waiter over to finish ordering the dishes.

The level of arrogance is as if the money was blown by Captain Qin's sword with the wind.

Obito estimated that if he made it himself in the dust song pot, he could save half of it.

Damn it, you have to come here and learn some tricks before you get down to business!

The evil businessman actually used the members of my Uchiha clan as leeks. I will do it with my own hands...

Ah, sorry for writing a string.

The dishes were brought out shortly after, and next was Paimon's battlefield!

Xumi's dishes use a lot of spices, and most of them have a strange taste, which is not bland. Obito felt good eating it.

It's quite fresh. You can go to their kitchen to analyze the spices and how to make it.

But there was something in these dishes that Paimon couldn't stand.

Marsala Crispy Ball, a crispy ball that is fried and stuffed with mashed potatoes and onions.

Finally, add the dipping sauce called masala and you are ready to eat.

After Paimon finished eating, he said that he seemed to be transported to Sanshuo by an unknown force for an instant.

Orochimaru smelled it and put it on the plate with the bones aside. He glanced at the soup in the big bowl and felt the urge to go out and catch a bastard.

"It's very strong. I can only say it's very strong. After all, Paimon can accept the existence of frosted slime." Ying spoke highly of this dish.

Obito looked at the three people who were extremely disgusted and took a bite without believing it. Then the crispy ball carrying the soup came out from the back of Obito's head and fell to the ground.

"Ugh, it made Obito so unpalatable that he even turned on the virtual state." Paimon, who had recovered at this time, looked at Obito in surprise.

"It's really hard to describe..." Obito picked up the tea at hand and rinsed his mouth, a little scared of this horrible dish.

When the soup touched Obito's tongue, his taste buds felt like thousands of troops had passed through him in an instant.

That is a catastrophic damage to the taste, a devastating blow.

Obito's instinct told him that his life would definitely be in danger if he swallowed this thing. Hashirama's cells were strong enough to resist it, so the Hollow was activated without hesitation.

"Let's learn it too...classify it into assassination techniques." Obito had already drank two cups of tea at this time.

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Masala was just a small interlude, and after a while, the few people had almost enough to eat.

"When I was walking outside just now, I heard someone say that the Flower Goddess Festival is coming soon." Paimon, who was tired and lying on Obito's head, suddenly said.

"Flower God? Isn't Xumi's god the Grass God?" Obito didn't quite understand.

"The Flower God is the demon god who used to be in Sumeru," Paimon began to popularize science. "In the past, there were three demon gods, the Grass God, the Flower God, and the Red King, in Sumeru. But now it seems that only the Grass God is left. Woolen cloth."

Obito understood, "So is it a day to commemorate the Flower Goddess?"

"No, it's the birthday of the current Grass God. It was established by the Xumi people to celebrate the birth of the Grass God."

"There will be believers performing dances on that day. It is said to be very beautiful."

Obito was not interested in watching people dance. He was more curious about what kind of existence the grass god was and whether it had anything to do with the scene he had seen before.

This Flower God Festival can be used as an entry point to understand the Sumeru God.

And I seemed particularly interested after listening to it.

"There is probably some publicity on the street, let's go take a look?"

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A few people walked out of the Lambard Tavern and walked to the street. After walking for a long time, they didn't see a single advertisement.

"That's not right. Did Pamon hear it wrong?"

How could such a big thing go without any movement? There must be some buzz at least.

Paimon didn't quite understand, "I don't know...why don't we go to the place where I heard the discussion just now?"

After that, Paimon led a few people towards the entrance near Xumi City. After a slight detour, they found a door that was not very conspicuous from a path. It seemed to have an automatic sensing function when the people approached. Opened it by myself.

Not far behind the door, there is a less conspicuous sign: Zubair Theater.

Walking into it, you will find a place completely different from the outside.

There were not many people in scholar costumes inside. They were basically workers who built the venue and people dressed as dancers.

Among them, a stage that is not small but somewhat crude is set aside, and the dancers are rehearsing on it. There is not much sunlight coming in here, and only dim and old lights illuminate them.

Obito judged immediately that the Flower Goddess Festival might not be popular in Sumeru City.

I just walked around Xumi City and didn't see a stage. The not-so-good stage in front of me might be the main venue of the Flower Goddess Festival.

Orochimaru looked at the actors rehearsing on the stage for a while, crossed his arms and shook his head.

"It seems that the scholars under [The Void] don't have much interest in [Art], hehehe..."

Ying is not an idiot, of course he sees the current situation.

"So, the flower god's birthday festival is actually..."

"Well," Obito nodded to confirm her idea, "not many people care."

"Acquiring knowledge directly from [The Void] will give people a sense of superiority, and will also lead to extreme denial of things beyond their own cognition."

Art is a relatively abstract concept with a strong subjective color, just like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers.

[Void] cannot give an accurate answer to the concept of [art].

And [performances] that can only provide enough energy but have no practical effect will only make "scholars" sneer at them.

"Because in their eyes, anything that exists outside of absolute [truth] is absurd."

"Just like... we abandoned everything except the prophecy of the [Stone Tablet]."

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