A steady stream of sea monster fat rests on the cocoon, which is quickly melted and then absorbed. The three-finger-thick fat is absorbed in a few dozen seconds.
Isn't it a lack of calories? Fat is high in calories. Whatever meat you eat, drink oil.
As for the sea monster's meat, it is being continuously poured into the huge stone pot, boiling violently, and the aroma of the meat makes those who smell it can't help but swallow it.
These days, even the landowners and nobles cannot often eat meat. On the contrary, adventurers have more opportunities to eat meat because they travel around all year round.
But it’s rare to get the chance to taste sea monster meat.
Warnia took out a sack, put it into the bowl, scooped out a bowl of salt, and poured it all into the stone pot in one go. At this time, even the adventurers couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The sea in the Danhai plane is fresh water. There is no shortage of fish, but there is a shortage of salt. Some adventurers have been here for several years. They eat fish every day, and their mouths have long faded out. Now that they see so much salt, they can’t wait to pounce on it. Take a few bites.
Warnia tasted the saltiness and thought it was OK. She took out another few sacks and spooned out some spices.
There was some commotion among the onlookers, and some couldn't help but ask: "This...isn't this an execution meal? It's spiced?"
On the main plane, spices are also extremely precious things, more precious than gold. Even nobles cannot eat spices every day, which leads to the development of a kind of dinner called the spice banquet, where a bunch of rich and powerful people wear bright clothes. Clothes, gathering together for spices…
The people present were all poor adventurers, so how could they have the qualifications to eat spices? Could it be that they were beheaded as an execution meal after just one meal?
Everyone was so frightened by their guesses that they peeed urgently. Who would have thought that this was just a casual comment from Vanya, and Ange planted some for her casually, and she used it casually.
The silver coins collected more than a thousand kinds of crop seeds for Ange, and the elves also collected more than 10,000 kinds. Everyone should be able to understand the pain of having too many toys on hand and not knowing which ones to play with, right?
So Ange casually asked everyone what crops they thought of, and only Varigu, Sawa and Vanya raised their hands.
Warigu asked for several kinds of wood, saying that they were used to make structures. Ange placed the sacred wood, world tree and bamboo in front of him, and he immediately changed his words: "No, no, no, these woods can be used with difficulty. of."
Sawa is a pharmacist and needs medicinal materials, and there are many kinds of them. Ange doesn't want to bother, so she only grows the rare ones and lets her buy the others herself. Anyway, she has a budget every quarter.
Warnia also reported several spices. Although there are many types of spices, there is no way that Warnia has only seen a few commonly used ones. Even if others were given to her, she would not use them.
But there are a few commonly used ones that are good. Add some cumin to the barbecue, add some cinnamon and star anise to the soup. What Vanya cooks can kill 99% of all cooks in an instant. Finally, She can be regarded as a true cook, rather than a tauren warrior.
A bunch of adventurers and harvest believers licked the broth and roasted meat clean. After learning that it was not an execution meal but a routine operation of Vanya, Vanya immediately became a member of the Danhai Plane. Except for the Harvest Goddess Lisa, The most popular person outside.
After all, those who kill people are those who don’t care about their popularity...
Those responsible for cutting people were surrounding the cocoon at the moment, watching it absorb the sea monster's fat. Everyone could feel the cheerful message radiating from it, which was quite similar to that of a sapling.
Ange simply turned the sapling out and put it on his head, and then let it wave its leaves there: use force--long--
The aura of Cocoon did rise much faster.
After absorbing two to three tons of meat fat, the cocoon cracked open, revealing a chubby...pony.
It really looked like a pony, except that its face and neck were not as long, its limbs were not hoofed, it had a pair of small wings on its back, and it had fine scales on its body, it was almost the same as a horse.
Everyone immediately turned their attention to Lightning.
Lightning, who was looking at the pony curiously, was stunned when he saw everyone turning to look at him: "What are you looking at me for?"
After saying this, it realized something and quickly defended: "No, I didn't. Don't accuse me wrongly. I didn't do anything."
Everyone thought it was impossible, so they turned their heads and continued to observe. Lisa said: "The scales on this body look a bit like dragon scales."
Everyone looked at Nigris again.
Nigris was very calm: "I am a death dragon."
That's right, the dead dragon can't kill anything. Everyone turned their heads and continued to observe. The pony also stared at everyone with big round eyes and looked at everyone curiously. After a few glances, its attention came to the cracked cocoon. on the shell.
Opening its mouth wide, revealing its tiny fangs, it bit down on the cocoon shell, easily breaking it into pieces and swallowing it.
"Many oviparous animals have the habit of eating their own eggshells. Is it considered oviparous now? Don't you think it is an insect god?" Sava curiously leaned her head and poked the cocoon shell.
With such a big head sticking out, the chubby insect god is naturally rude. He opens his mouth wide and bites it. The mouth is full of tiny teeth. If he is bitten, Sawa doesn't have to think about fighting back. He can be reincarnated as a headless person. Zombies are pretty good.
As Ange thought, the chubby insect god suddenly froze, his big round eyes showing panic, and he found that his mouth could not be closed.
How to do how to do? The Insect God panicked and held its mouth with its front paws, trying to close it, but no matter how hard it tried, its claws could not reach its chin. It was not until Ange released his soul control that it could close its mouth.
The Insect God obviously knew how powerful it was, so he lay down obediently, looked around carefully with his eyes, and finally landed on Ange. He instinctively showed a flattering expression. Apparently, he had discovered who was using his soul on it. control.
Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, well-behaved, Ange looked at it, the insect god finally lowered his head, not daring to look at Ange anymore.
Ange then waved his hand, indicating it to continue eating.
The Insect God gnawed on the cocoon shell, and it was Nigris' turn. He flew in front of the Insect God and asked tentatively: "Do you still remember who you are?"
The insect god held a cocoon shell in his mouth and looked at Negris blankly.
"Do you remember your name?" Nigris probed again.
The Insect God shook his head and lay back in the cocoon shell to chew on it.
Negris put his little paw behind his back, gestured to Ange, and then said to the insect god: "Your name is Hemel."
The insect god raised his head, holding the cocoon shell in his mouth, his eyes blank.
"Your name is Hemel, and Hemel is you. Do you remember it? From now on, when someone calls him Hemel, he will be calling you." Nigris repeated its name three times in one breath.
The insect god nodded blankly, and then buried his head in the cocoon shell again. For it now, nothing is more important than eating.
Nigris flew back and asked Ange quietly: "How was it? When I called its name just now, did its soul fluctuate?"
Ange shook his head.
"It seems that it has really lost its previous memory, or that it is already a new soul." Negris concluded.
Ange has soul control over it, so even the slightest soul fluctuation cannot be hidden from Ange. The Insect God has no reaction at all to the name Hemel. The most likely thing is that it doesn't remember the name at all. .
"But, this is a god. Is it so easy to lose memory? Isn't it said that gods are difficult to kill? If the memory cannot be preserved, can it be said to be difficult to kill?" Lisa came over, suspicious. Asked.
Negris explained: "The meaning of a god being difficult to kill means that if it has a large number of believers, devout believers, and immortal beliefs, even if it dies, as long as the believers are not dead, it will It can rekindle the divine fire, so the gods are difficult to kill."
"But whether the one who rekindled the divine fire is the original god is up for debate. This is a bit like you lich. In theory, lichs have phylacteries and can be reborn repeatedly, but those who can't create phylacteries What about the lich? Will he die if his soul dissipates?"
"The same goes for gods. They have many ways to retain their memories. They can seal, engrave, and reincarnate. But if you don't know these techniques, when the godhead is shattered and the rekindled divine fire loses its memory, it will still be an insect god, but Is it still Hemel?”
"Don't forget, this Hemel was originally just a farmer. By chance, he became the insect god by breeding insects. In terms of skills, he may not be as skilled as you."
Lisa suddenly understood and admired: "Master Naige, you know so much."
"It's just a small thing." Nigris waved his hands indifferently, trying hard to control his little tail from raising up: "You need to learn more theoretical knowledge in this area. With the 100,000 followers of the Harvest Goddess, we can try it. Can you steal the faith of the Harvest Goddess and make you a false god?"
"Is this... so exciting? I... I'm a little scared." Lisa, who has lived for thousands of years and has seen big scenes, can't help but feel a little panicked, and her legs are a little weak.
Become a god? Even if he is a false god, this is something she has never thought about in her life.
"What are you afraid of? Even if you are a god, you are just Ange's slave. The benefits are still his, and the most you can do is borrow his strength." Nigris said angrily.
It is now a slave god, and all the benefits belong to Ange. It only has pot.
"Huh, that's good, that's good, this is good, this is good, listen to my master." Lisa let out a long breath, and the pressure on her body disappeared instantly, her waist was no longer sore, and her legs were no longer weak.
Hey, with my master's help, Lisa is familiar with her, and when you meet a generous master like Ange, there is nothing wrong with being a slave, and you don't have to bear the pressure.
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In the Temple of Holy Light, Guliani holds the scepter in one hand and the holy book in the other. He stands in front of the statue and prays. This kind of homework is a must for the Pope every day. As he prays, a connection is made between the statue and Guliani. An invisible bridge was formed, and some invisible power was passed between them.
After an unknown amount of time, Guliani slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of golden pupils. His aura felt like he was about to burst out of his body.
Guliani stood there steadily, waiting for the impulse to fade away and the golden color in his eyes to dissipate. Then he put down his hands and murmured to himself: "The power is getting stronger and stronger. When I control the godhead, I will definitely God's punishment will come upon you, Antony."
…
Anthony was too busy to keep his feet off the ground. With Ange's continuous supply of food, Anthony immediately had the confidence to suppress food prices and deal with those profiteers who were hoarding food.
But before that, he issued the highest administrative order, requiring strict inspections in various places, and not a grain of food was allowed to leave the eastern diocese.
Then they began to continuously transport food back from the Danhai plane, and generously asked soldiers and caravans from various major countries to help transport the food.
Almost overnight, the news that Archbishop Anthony had obtained a large amount of food spread throughout the eastern diocese, and food prices began to fluctuate.
The aristocratic landowners and merchants who were hoarding grain quickly moved into action and tried to transport the grain to the western parishes where food prices were higher. However, they could not transport it because of Antony's administrative order.
Seeing that food prices are getting looser day by day, some people are afraid of losing food in their hands and have to sell it at a reduced price.
As long as the price dropped to a reasonable range, Anthony would accept any offer and charge as much as he wanted. If he didn't have enough money, he would ask the Silver Chamber of Commerce for a loan.
Siobada, if Nigris knew about it, he would definitely scold Anthony again. This is no longer two heads, but three heads.
Because of the license, the Silver Chamber of Commerce almost monopolized the bulk trade between humans and elves. Backed by the elves who had mines at home, the Silver Chamber of Commerce had extremely abundant cash flow.
And Anthony is a high-quality lender, with a bunch of high-quality real estate in his hands. If possible, Anthony would even dare to mortgage churches and temples.
Of course, the Silver Chamber of Commerce does not dare to accept it, and only accepts those manor minerals and the like.
With sufficient funds and a steady stream of grain purchases, Anthony became more and more confident, the cards in his hand became thicker and thicker, and the space he could operate became wider and wider.
All of this only requires a small initial investment, and Angen's 100,000 tons of grain is the lever that can move all of this.
Now, as long as food is allocated to the disaster-stricken areas, it is possible for the eastern parishes to survive this disaster year.
However, these all require very detailed paperwork. Anthony has been signing documents these days, releasing food, transferring people, giving money, etc. They all need to be signed. His fingers are stiff from signing, and he has to put one on himself from time to time. Healing Light.
A dark figure entered the room quietly.
Anthony immediately lifted up the table in front of him, used all his defensive skills, and then shouted in his heart: Sir, help me! ! !
Being able to enter his room silently is definitely not easy for someone like him. If he dares to assassinate him under such circumstances, he must be absolutely sure. No matter what, call for help first. Ange doesn't know how to do it anyway. Collect money.
The black shadow gently caught the table and said awkwardly: "Uh, Lord Bishop Anthony, it's me."
Anthony took a closer look: "Shamara, why is it you? You want to scare me to death."
Apart from assassins, it is true that only Shyamala, a guy with premonition ability, can sneak in quietly.
The guard outside the door heard the commotion and rushed in, but was immediately stopped by Anthony: "Don't come in, close your eyes and get out."
Shyamala is a fallen angel. Seeing her in his room, Anthony's holy water couldn't wash her away.
The guards hurriedly exited, only to see a graceful back figure, and their hearts suddenly trembled: It's over, the bishop's good deeds have been ruined.
Xia Mara said awkwardly: "I just want to come to you. I hope you can tell Lord Ange that six gods are needed."
"Six gods? What needs six gods?" Anthony asked in confusion.
Xia Mara was even more embarrassed: "I don't know. When Luna and I practiced the possession of the Holy Spirit, my strength increased greatly, and the voice in my heart desperately told me that if I need six gods, where can I find them? God? Go talk to Lord Ange."
"It's too late, you can tell him yourself." Anthony said angrily.
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