"Let the real dragon praise it? ＂

Dragged towards the restaurant, Ian's thoughts were actually quite rude: "If Anfa is talking about Theo, then it's not easy? This dragon has never tasted dim sum, and a chocolate nut ball can be beautiful for an afternoon, but it is quite particular about grilled meat and fish cooking, but at most it is the level of ordinary gourmets. 「

"Satisfy her, let her praise it, I can do it."

Of course, Ian also knew that what Anfa said was definitely the standard for other true dragons - Terra's true dragons often had prosthetic avatars walking on the earth, and it was likely that they had tasted many delicacies from various places during their long dragon life, and wanted them to satisfy the absolute top level of cooking.

Anfa, who brought Ian to the restaurant, was a prosthetic body in the previous long dress, and after she brought the boy to her destination, she quietly retreated, and Anfa, who was serving other guests here, waved to Ian smoothly, while Isengard and Master Gosai, who were already seated, turned their heads sideways and nodded to Ian with a smile.

It's really a bit of a hassle to get used to these dragon blood and real dragons one by one.

Ian knew what was going on when he first saw that he was greeted by a long skirt, but it was a different feeling when he actually saw it - there were several bodies at the same time, and several bodies were all himself, and if the relationship between himself and the Crystal Dragon clone was a little stronger, maybe it would be like this?

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

The light in the Ember Lamp's dining room is quite dim, like the sunset at dusk like the name of the house, and the ground is a black inky rock, which does not reflect the slightest light, like a dark night.

On one side of the restaurant, there was the melodious sound of the piano, and several slender elf girls dressed in tulle were playing music, and they were playing intently as if no one was around.

The knights stood on both sides of the pillars at the entrance of the hall, but there were no guards inside, which was normal - there were several second-level masters in the restaurant, as well as the prosthetic body controlled by the true dragon dragon soul, and their guards were also captains of the second level, and they usually dealt with some little hooligans or other guards with the blood of the elf king, and it made no difference if they met a master who could really enter the main house of the Ember Lantern family, and what difference did it make if they were not outside.

"Ian, you're here! ＂

Seeing Ian arrive, Theo couldn't help but let out a cheer, "If you don't come, Anfa won't eat!" I said you don't care, they don't believe it yet!"

"I really don't care."

Ian shook his head, he pulled out his chair and sat down next to Isengard, also sitting opposite Anfa in the main seat, "But this is human etiquette, even if I don't care, everyone should act according to etiquette - real dragons should also have rules, right?" ＂

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

Theo raised his white slender fingers and shook them nonchalantly, "But I understand the rules of humans and elves, and I will follow them carefully!"

"You can see that you don't understand at all. If you really understand, you won't say it!"

Ian couldn't help but laugh a little, it would indeed be very pleasant to get along with Xio, this real dragon has a kind of joy and freedom in both male and female forms, and a little natural and innocent, no wonder Ann *** became friends with him, and who wouldn't like such a friend?

"It's a private dinner, everyone is my friend, and I don't have to worry about any rules. Anfa gently rubbed the hair of Theo, who was puffing out to refute Ian, and made the other person shake his head in satisfaction, and then pressed the button next to the main seat with a smile: "I hope you can enjoy it and enjoy our Canaan Moore delicacies."

"I hope it's better than Ian's! ＂

Theo was obviously looking forward to it too, and muttered to herself full of energy, but her words made Anfa and Isengard both stunned slightly, and then looked at the white-haired boy in unison.

"You cooked for Theo?"

Isengard asked in a low voice, "Can you still get the true dragon to praise your craftsmanship?" ＂

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

Anfa didn't ask, but she was slightly surprised

obviously wanted to ask the same question.

"Of course. I said my strength has improved, right? The cooking skills are not left behind, and there is a world of difference from the beginning."

Ian looked at Elf's cutlery a little nonchalantly - it turned out to be quite interesting, these elves actually had chopstick-like cutlery, but also had knives and forks, and even an extra kind of cutlery that resembled bone-crushing pliers and metal straws, in a variety of styles.

He turned his head sideways and whispered to Isengard, "When this exploration of the ruins is over, I will give you and Anfalu one by one, of course, don't expect too much from the taste, although it is said that there is progress, it is still not as good as a professional chef, mainly because Xio is easier to deal with."

"What do you mean I'm easier to deal with! ＂

When Theo heard this, he was dissatisfied—this was a contempt for the true dragon's unknown number of years, and 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, and I won't praise it!"

"Hmm! Good taste! It's delicious! ＂

Thirty seconds later, when Theo tasted the purple peach milkshake served by the waiter, he immediately forgot his previous declaration and sighed heartily: "It's so sweet - whether it's the fresh and sweet fragrance of the purple peach, or the pure milk mellow of the hardhorn sheep, is it so delicious as a top-grade appetizer!"

In fact, it can be heard that Xio actually has a little research on food, and 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 to make her appetite too good, so everything she eats feels very delicious!

Ian, Isengard, and Anfa all laughed a little, while the two old men, Master Gosai and Master Gravi, watched the scene with unchanged expressions.

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

Master Gosai picked up the golden honey next to him and clinked glasses with Master Gravi: "Okay? The two sides are not people, how can you do research in this situation? ＂

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

Master Gravi was clearly familiar with Master Gosse, at least not in general. He sneered at Master Gosai's question, "At first, I thought it was Japhda who wanted to kill me, but when I went back to Canaan Moore for a few days, I sorted out the situation and found that at least three royal blood families wanted my life."

"Because my plan is too complete, and they can't get involved with the new research, they can't invest or keep it for themselves, so even if it's only one percent likely to use my plan, they will never allow one - Japhda just pushes the boat, he is an old fox who wants to see what hole cards I have, if he can't deal with the prying eyes of the king's blood, it is better to die on the Siren, so that I don't have to go back to Canaan Moore and die too miserably, please let him take it."

"The result? ＂

At this time, the attendants had already served the first side dish, the blood orange, a specialty of the Canaan Moore Shower Wetlands, a petal like a blood jade carved plate, and the flesh of the blood orange with distinct grains was placed in front of everyone on a plate where the ice essentia was solidified.

Master Gosai picked one of them up and put it in his mouth, feeling the sweet, life-moist fruit popping between his tongue and teeth, the feeling of vitality, and he asked inarticulately, "What happened next?"

"Stupid question." Master Gravi also took a bit, and he was dissatisfied: "I was saved by Ian, I didn't reveal my hole cards, and Jafoda personally came to me to discuss cooperation--what do you want to ask if you know that kid so well?" ＂

"It's nothing, I just want to know how well you know that kid, and see if we can continue to work together in the future."

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

Naturally, Ian and the others present could hear the conversation between the two masters, and the Sublimator was not good at that, and there were things that didn't need to be heard.

But it's not a big problem, and now Ian is concentrating on Canaanite Moorish food.

The taste of the blood orange is actually quite curious if you have to evaluate, a bit similar to jumping candy, but if you really want to say it, it is like a living creature jumping in the mouth, giving people an abnormal feeling. But the anomaly soon ends as the fruit crumbles on its own and turns into an extremely pure juice, and the more intense the jump, the sweeter the flesh becomes.

The same is true for the rest of the food, which is quite local to Canaan Moore.

The first main course is 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 it is more than a meter in front of Ian and others. This kind of monster feeds on the shores of the Eternal Silent Ocean, whose husk is comparable to an iron shell, and its own flesh is also full of the aroma of coconut fruit, and can maintain the heart, replenish the energy of the heart muscle, and have a very good tonic effect on some of the bloodlines that strengthen the heart. The meat is smooth and tender at first, but it is quite elastic and extremely noticeable after a few chews

Sweet, it doesn't look like eating meat but chewing some kind of peculiar flesh, but after charcoal roasting, this broken coconut crab meat has a rich protein aroma.

Crab meat can be eaten with a sauce, which is called 'pouyatine' in Canaan Moor, which is made by mashing and stirring a variety of fruits and fermenting them. Then there was a drink, a kind of milk wine, which was said to have been passed from the Heavenly King's Court, and then by the elves

Localization – but this localization is simply unrecognizable.

There is not much grazing land in the Canaan Moorish rainforest, and the so-called horse and goat's milk is of course scarce, but in the Thirteen Rivers valley, there is a peculiar fruit tree called the 'Milk Tree', which sounds simple, but in fact it is a dangerous carnivorous plant, which kills other animals through poison and vines and becomes its own nutrients, and its sap is a mellow sap with a fragrance very similar to that of milk.

The elf will cut the sap of the milk tree, add special fermented sugar for fermentation, and the resulting wine will be milky white, and has a rich ***, this wine has a smooth taste, sweet and delicious, and the flavor is extremely unique. Everyone present was an adult, and Ian's eyes lit up as he tasted the milk wine that the Canaanite Moors had gotten from grazing the 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 warmth goes from the tip of the tongue all the way to the root of the tongue, and finally when swallowed, there is a refreshing feeling, not as hot as alcohol, but with a milky lubricating feeling.

"Ian! ＂

Isengard, who was on the side, held the wine glass in surprise, his eyes widened, and he whispered to Ian with a look of surprise:

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

"You and Theo are really the same level of tongue.

Wow, Ian, this fried chicken leg is even better than the KXC! Rating evaluation, Ian couldn't help it

Rolled his eyes, but if he thought about it, he really couldn't blame Isengard, the blonde boy ended up using physical potions

It's only been a year since he lived, and he went on a business trip to the Eastern Plains during this time, and he definitely didn't eat much of the delicious food, so he naturally felt that everything was novel.

"The next time you come to Xia Hui Ling, I'll let you know what colorful and non-uniform food is." Come to think of this

Instead, Ian was a little motivated: "It's definitely different from Canaan Moore, so you can make it unique!" ＂

"Hey! ＂

Anfa on the main seat was a little upset: "Is it because the food I prepared is not delicious? How did you start talking about the empire? ＂

"No, it's just a little more knowledgeable to Ethan, lest he not understand that the food you have carefully prepared is being compared to a roadside tavern.

Ian waved his hand, signaling that he didn't have such thoughts, and he took Esengard with a physical potion before by the way

The matter of the staple food was spoken, which made Anfa's eyes look at Ethan full of sympathy: "It doesn't end until the age of sixteen, even if it is our royal blood, at the age of twelve, we will no longer use physical strength potions as the staple food!"

"Different bloodline true forms, sure enough, have different strictness

Strict cultivation conditions.

Even Theo showed conceit to Isengard: "Yes, next time I'll take you to Nanling for a walk, eat a lot of food, and even experience the feeling of barbecue yourself!"

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

Although Ethan blushed a little at first, he also generously accepted the invitation and promised that Theo would go camping in the Baissen Mountains together in the future.

The dishes are still on the table, from the chewy pterodactyl bone and meat, to the stir-fried abalone radio squid and gray spear prawns. Ian learns that elves don't taste bland, and they're keen on fried and barbecued smoked food... If you think about it carefully, if you don't eat barbecue and bacon in the forest, and don't fry the food, is it possible to wait for the meat to rot? If you want to eat refreshing fruits and wild vegetables, why bother with meat?

As for the coastal elves, some like the pure umami of seafood, but in order to refine the most extreme fragrance, adding a certain amount of spicy and oil to stir-fry is also a part of the cuisine, and they even have a special spicy method.

Especially the too deep connection between the elves and the Heavenly Royal Court, Ian even saw that an elf chef personally pushed out a cart with a roasted whole sheep on it!

Ian of the Ball Sheep Lamb had already eaten at the reception banquet of the Ellen family in the imperial capital, but because the surface strength was not strong at that time, he did not have a good time eating, but this time they were all acquaintances, and even many of them were acquaintances who knew their true strength, so Ian was not polite.

The lamb meat is golden in color, and the shiny fat drips off after cutting, and a lot of spices, pepper and salt are sprinkled on it, and the plump and smooth meat is appetizing.

This meal is undoubtedly enjoyed by the guests and hosts, and one dish after another keeps coming up, but it is all solved by the sublimators. Everyone was satisfied, Anfa ate the least, but she was very happy to see everyone so happy. But as she ate, she realized that something was wrong.

Ian was eating too much.

In fact, it wasn't just Anfa, but Isengard noticed this, and even Theo raised his head in some confusion and looked in the direction of the boy.

Servings of ten? Twenty servings? No, no, no... Not so superficial as much.

The essentia that the human body can absorb from food is actually limited every day, even if the sublimator has not particularly strengthened the digestive system, and the sublimated person's stomach and intestines cannot always operate at a high load, solving the large amount of essentia contained in the food - unless the muscle stomach is used.

But the muscle and stomach are the source of life, the basis of essentia, what if you let food in, and take potions or other special sublimation things in the future? This is an invisible limitation, only the stronger the strength, the more you can eat, or maybe only those who eat more can become stronger?

But in any case, the food that Ian eats and drinks at this time, if it is an ordinary second energy level, has long been at its limit.

A sublimator who has specialized in strengthening the digestive system may be able to continue to eat it, but it is definitely not like Ian, who does not even hold up his abdomen, and still easily takes one bite after another, and solves all the delicacies in front of him with extreme speed.

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

Shi Shiran disposed of the last piece of crab meat, and Ian gracefully put down the crab claws on the side.

He smiled and looked around at the crowd that was looking at him, then gently stroked the silence ring on his right hand, enveloping the entire table, and the music of the Elven Girls Orchestra in the back disappeared, "But, as you can see, I seem to have eaten a little too much."

His gaze shifted from the surprised Anfa to the dazed Theo, to the frowning Master Gosai, to the bland Master Gravi, and finally to the somewhat abrupt Isengard, Ian calmly told the truth: "Yes, my strength has reached a point comparable to the third energy level. Rather, I'm the third level now.

It's not a lie, it's just a verbal misleading - Ian does have the strength of the third energy level, and it is not a regular third energy level, as if Ian has broken through the limit of the second energy level by some means

But in reality, Ian is breaking through the limits of the third energy level. It is far stronger than the ordinary third-level bloodline true form

The Great "Harbinger of Steel.

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

After a pause, the white-haired young man raised his head and said seriously, "I'm not actually a psyker of the Observation Department. "I am a prophet. ＂

Quiescence.

Silence spreads across the dining table.

Even Theo and Anfa, who were already aware of the news, couldn't help but shake slightly when they heard Ian reiterate his prophetic identity again, which was a mixture of surprise and incredulity...... Even though they already knew, they still instinctively couldn't believe it.

This is not an exaggeration, but that prophets are so rare in Terra - although there are rumors among the people that only a prophet can be considered a great power, it is very difficult for a large country to have a living prophet and not some prophetic curiosity.

In the whole of Terra, in fact, only the four major orthodox religions have a stable prophetic inheritance, which is the iron-like confidence of the four major orthodox churches, and it is also the reason why the Terra countries respect the orthodox religion, but that stability does not mean that it is strong, not every generation of orthodox prophets can see many of the most critical scenes, and in some of the weakest eras, it is very difficult for the prophets of the sect to even reach the third level.

And now, Ian says... He was a prophet

"Sure enough."

Contrary to what everyone imagined, Isengard, who should have been the most sensitive to the news and had not been told the news by Ian before, was the calmest of all the people present.

As if he knew that the sun would continue to rise tomorrow, he applauded his friend in a way that was rightly said, "I'll just say that you are definitely not that simple, even if you are a prophet, it is a matter of course for you!"

"Ian, you're finally willing to tell me the news, I really ...... It's fun!"

Obviously, Isengard clearly thinks highly of Ian, even if he is a prophet, in his eyes, he is only worthy of Ian! That's it, it's not big news at all.

Hum one by one! Ian is so strong!

This kind of thought and trust was perhaps rarer than the existence of the Prophet, and this caused everyone's stunned eyes to shift to the calm face of Isengard.

"Ian! ＂

Master Gosai took a deep breath, and he stood up from his chair and walked over to the boy, opening his own ring of silence, enveloping himself and Ian.

The old man was not so shocked by the identity of Ian Prophet - the successor of Hilliard, the successor of the Black King, what is so strange about being a prophet?

Rather, the Empire has not been able to find it so far, perhaps because of the Prophet's own interference with fate!

But it's not these simple things that he wants to ask.

"You boy!"

The hunchbacked old man straightened his back, he grabbed the shoulders of the young man who had grown a lot taller, and said in a deep voice, "Now tell us the news, do you mean... Are you going to let another identity emerge in your next exploration? "Are you going to make the Knight of the Vale appear again?!"

"Naturally. ＂

Ian replied calmly, "Sure enough, the Empire already knows the identity of the Knight of the Vale, Mahdi, and the Grand Duke of Thorin still hasn't stopped all his eyes, and it's not ashamed that I was careful to hide my identity.

"But this time it's a big deal, Master Gosai, I know you're trying to persuade me to stop, there's too much to watch, but this time, I'm going to do it.

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