Five?!
Tang Ning wanted to watch it again, but he had already watched it once this morning. Using this ability was too exhausting for him. He closed his eyes and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
How come there are only five left
There were clearly six bodies hanging on the top of the tower last night.
What does this mean
"Master Priest?" The housekeeper's cautious voice came to my ears.
Tangning came back to his senses and met the inquiring gazes of his teammates. He shook his head and did not reveal the secret on the spire in front of the butler. "I want to see where the Duke usually patrols."
If he goes out tonight, he must know in advance where the corrupted Duke is.
Upon hearing this, the butler led Tang Ning to the deep forest near the ancient castle. Tang Ning had seen this dense forest on the first day of the copy, but he did not observe it carefully at that time.
There are all kinds of strange plants growing along the road, which are full of ominous atmosphere at first glance. However, the deeper you go, the rarer the strange plants are, and they are replaced by beautiful flowers and plants with fragrance.
Finally, the butler stopped in a dense flower bush. The plants here were full of vitality and greenery, and the flowers were colorful, attracting butterflies and bees. It was like an elf's back garden.
It really surprised the players that such a beautiful scene could appear in the dense forest with such a gloomy style.
"This is a restriction left by the priest of light. The leakage of light power allows the plants here to grow well." The housekeeper said, "The Duke will guard here every night."
"What is the purpose of this restriction?" Tang Ning asked.
The butler said: "It is said that it can deter or even seal the monster that attacked the castle."
Is it possible to weaken the power of the Duke who was polluted at night
It seems that the previous priest must have left a lot of backup plans. It would be great if there was any priest's notes.
Can I ask the butler directly for more information about the priest? Tang Ning asked "him" in his heart.
Because he was not aware that he was the current priest, it was strange for people to ask about the previous priest.
You can, but it's not necessary, he said.
Tang Ning was puzzled.
There is not much known about his identity, if you want to ask, go ask the Duke. "He" said.
That's true.
Tang Ning then visited other parts of the castle, but did not find anything special. It was already afternoon, so Tang Ning returned to the castle.
The restaurant was filled with sumptuous food. The Duke sat in the main seat, holding a glass of blood and shaking it gently.
Seeing Tang Ning coming, his deep blue eyes stared at Tang Ning. He raised the wine glass and put the bright red blood into his mouth.
Well, it's just like watching Tangning while eating.
Tang Ning sat in his seat, not knowing how to ask. Then "his" voice rang out: Tell him, didn't the previous priest tell His Excellency the Duke that looking at others while drinking blood is an offense
Tang Ning immediately repeated "his" words, and with his experience, he was able to imitate his accent perfectly this time.
Because he did feel offended.
The Duke smiled and put down his glass when he heard this. "That gentleman never said this to me, but his actions conveyed the Prime Minister's intention."
OK
The Duke's eyes showed a trace of reminiscence, and his fingers stroked the cup. "He sealed my eyes."
Tang Ning originally thought that what "he" did was enough to offend a vampire duke, but he didn't expect that the previous priest had gone even further. No wonder when he asked the duke to draw the curtains, the duke was unhappy but still opened them. It turned out that this was the priest's tradition.
Say to him, oh? "He" commanded: put down the tableware and look at him with his chin on his hand.
Tangning put down the cutlery in his hands and rested his chin on his hand. "He" was still directing him, "Lower your hand a little, um, turn your face to the right, not too much, right..."
When Tangning acted in a way that met "his" expectations, everyone present couldn't help but look at her.
He tilted his head slightly, nonchalantly supporting his cheek with his right hand, his head leaning down like a waterfall, his long and curled eyelashes raised, looking at the Duke lazily and indifferently, no longer with his often wandering attitude, but with a condescending gesture.
For the first time, the Duke had the illusion that he was being seen by this beautiful woman.
He couldn't help wanting the other person's gaze to stay on him for a moment longer, so he subconsciously told more about the previous priest of light, "That priest, like you, has a face favored by the Creator."
The Duke's mind was full of "so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful", so he couldn't help but praise her beauty first.
Tang Ning didn't seem to be impatient and continued to look at him quietly.
"But his face is more heroic." The Duke joked, "When he took off his pure white hood, all the opposite sex in the castle came out to see him, including cats and ponies."
"If you, the priest, are the snow mountain in spring, then the previous priest is the ice mountain in winter. He is upright, impartial, and selfless. He suppressed the castle with swift and decisive means, and even tied me to a cross when I was disobedient at the beginning."
It seemed that the Duke really admired the previous priest and did not mind talking about his own embarrassing behavior in front of others.
Tang Ning appeared calm on the outside, but he was deeply shocked on the inside.
Before, he was wondering why there was such a big cross in the castle of a vampire duke. It turned out that it was made by the previous priest.
This is too macho.
After the Duke recalled the glorious years when he was beaten by the former priest, he looked at the food in front of him and was moved: "At that time, the priest was not satisfied with the food in the castle, so he went to the kitchen and cooked a meal that I had never seen before. I felt sorry that the vampires could not taste human food, so the priest cooked a meal for me that the vampires could eat. Can you guess what it was?"
Tangning blinked.
The Duke recalled: "Mao's blood."
Tangning: “…?”
Other players: “???”
Mao Xue Wang is an Eastern food, so shouldn't the priest be a Westerner? How could he make this
"That's really delicious food, but it's a pity that I don't know how to cook it. I wonder if you, Your Highness the Priest, can make it?" The Duke asked expectantly.
Tangning shook his head. He really couldn't do that.
The Duke felt regretful: "It's a pity that the priest had something to do and could only stay for seven days. He made the Mao's Blood Sauce for me on the last day. If it had been earlier, maybe I would have learned how to make it..."
Wait, seven days
Tang Ning keenly captured this key word.
Is this a coincidence? The high-level card game usually lasts for seven days, and the light priest made food like Mao Xuewang. Could it be that the previous light priest was a high-level player of the card game
But isn't this incredible
How strong a player must be to tie the Duke to the cross? Tang Ning also remembered that the priest of light had set up restrictions throughout the castle. Those doors that could not be seen through were artificially created, and there were also huge restrictions in the dense forest that could affect the surrounding environment.
If a powerful NPC in the dungeon world could do all this, Tang Ning would not be surprised. But if a player could do this series of things... Tang Ning simply couldn't imagine that such a player existed.
The Duke raised his glass. This time he deliberately looked away, not looking at Tang Ning, and drank quietly.
The topic ended here. Tang Ning was unable to get any important information from the Duke. He took his knife and fork and ate his lunch. It tasted just average.
It’s not bad, but it’s not very delicious either.
Tangning wanted to eat some steaming egg fried rice rather than this kind of western food. It would be great if she could eat Prince's cooking. Prince's cooking was the best...
He sneered, probably laughing at Tang Ning missing the prince.
But Tangning really wanted to see the prince. It was already the second day of the dungeon, so why hadn't he seen the prince yet? At first, he suspected that the Duke was the prince, but the Duke's praise of the previous priest of light made Tangning quickly reject the idea.
The prince would never brag about a woman in front of Tangning, even at the cost of making fun of himself.
Now Tangning even suspected that "he" was a prince, because his attitude of looking down on everyone was very much like a prince. Tangning asked tentatively: "Can you cook?"
"he":
"He": Do my hands look like cooking hands
Although Tang Ning couldn't see what his hands looked like, he did feel a strong sense of dissonance and disconnection with the idea of washing his hands to make soup.
He might use these hands to play with power, or to take the lives of others, or at worst, to hold his face and look at his own shadow...
Cooking and doing housework will waste my time - he nodded, and before he could continue, Tang Ning said: Then I will cook for you.
"he":…
Tangning was a little embarrassed and said, "You don't like the food here, so I guess you might like Chinese food?" But it seems like I was being abrupt. I'm not a very good cook. I can only cook a home-cooked meal...
As Tang Ning was talking, he felt like backing out. He felt that he was just daydreaming and didn't have a clear understanding of himself.
"He" is such a picky person that only the best food from land and sea can satisfy him. It would be a humiliation for him to go and cook for him.
Just when Tangning was about to give up, the voice suddenly said: ...Okay.
Tangning was stunned for a moment. He asked nervously, "So, what kind of food do you like to eat?" I don't know how to cook many dishes. I don't know if there are suitable seasonings here. Maybe the dishes I cook will taste terrible.
Either is fine. “He” said: A little sweeter.
Sweet
How come "his" taste is the same as his? Aren't the polluted monsters supposed to have completely opposite tastes
Or... "he" is still accommodating him
Tangning wanted to cook for "him" because she wanted to express her gratitude to him within her ability. He asked seriously: Do you really like sweet food
Why would I lie to you? "He" asked back.
Hearing this powerful tone, Tang Ning immediately responded like a quail: Oh ok.
After communicating with "him", Lord Duke Tangning expressed his request to enter the kitchen. Not only did the Duke not agree, he also wanted to join in the fun and watch Tangning cook.
Entering the kitchen of the castle, the things left behind by the previous priest of light played a big role.
The housekeeper introduced that when the previous priest of light cooked for the first time, he specially prepared seasonings, such as MSG, soy sauce, vinegar and the like. Those were not available in the castle, so the priest went to the dense forest to collect plants to make similar seasonings.
This dish is still preserved in the castle, and similar seasonings are still used. Tang Ning used the ingredients available in the kitchen to make a braised pork dish.
While he was cooking, the Duke sighed beside him: "It seems that the priest's cooking style is the same as mine."
The other players present couldn't help but take a deep breath when they smelled the fragrance.
In fact, this dish does not look very tempting, but the person who cooked it is so beautiful that the food in his hands seems to have smelled fragrant.
After finishing the dish, it was already late. It would probably be night time if they ate another meal. Tangning had originally promised "him" that she would give him control of her body at night. Now Tangning simply said: Magic mirror, magic mirror, is that me in the mirror
no.
The chilly air enveloped Tang Ning, instantly dispelling the smell of oil smoke that had lingered around him just now. He once again felt the wonderful state he had felt before, watching "his" every move as a spectator.
Tangning saw him let go of the ladle and reached his hands, which were red from the heat, into the golden basin filled with water. He put them down and then raised them again. He glanced at the butler beside him and said, "Cloth."
The butler immediately pulled out a silk scarf and presented it with both hands.
"He" wiped his hands slowly and said calmly: "What are you standing there for? Serve the dishes."
The servants beside him hurried to serve the food, but before they started, the high priest's cold voice asked, "Have you washed your hands?"
"I'll do it, I'll do it." said the butler hurriedly.
The Duke came to "him" and praised: "This dish was made by the last priest of light. If I remember correctly, it was called braised pork—"
A handkerchief stained with a faint mist was casually thrown on the Duke's face.
The Duke stretched out his hand and pressed the thin silk scarf on his face, "It smells so good... Oh, I mean the food."
"He" didn't even bother to pay attention to what the Duke said and walked out directly, his sleeves fluttering as he walked. The players looked at each other and felt the change in "Tang Ning" at that moment. Among them, Jiang Mianmian's face turned even paler.
Was Tang Ning contaminated again in this instant
Or what
…
"He" walked into the restaurant, sat on a chair and waited for the food to be served.
The dish was served quickly, still steaming hot. There were no chopsticks here, so "he" casually picked up a piece of braised pork with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth elegantly.
Tang Ning's heart was in his throat, and he asked cautiously: How does it taste
Tang Ning's cooking skills were honed at Gui's house, and the dishes he made tasted very similar to those of the two.
One is the prince.
One is mother.
It’s delicious, he said.