I'm not just human!

With this thought in mind, Xia Fa immediately went downstairs.

Benedict was sitting on the sofa, playing with the two little wooden puppets in her hands.

When Benedict said she was training on her own, Shafa thought she was joking. But after seeing her record of fighting the wolf Fenrir, Shafa suspected that it might actually be Benedict's self-training!

Just then, Benedict seemed to hear footsteps, looked up, and saw Shafa walking down the wooden stairs. She exclaimed happily:

"Have you finished your business?"

Xia Fa smiled:

"Yes, it's done."

Benedict put away the little wooden puppet, her bright and flawless face full of anticipation:

"Then we..."

Xia Fa waved his hand:

"Let's go, let's continue to participate in the Fog Carnival."

The doll-like girl almost jumped up:

"Great!"

……

Risle Street, in the suburbs.

Xia Fa glanced at No. 13 Risle Street and was surprised to find that the original iron nameplate had been replaced with wood, and the edges were rotten and blackened.

He had originally planned to visit Dicket to clarify the information about Pompeii and the ruler behind it, but now it seems that the change in the nameplate probably means... Dicket is not here?

I wonder if Dick, being a transcendent monarch, could have killed that ruler directly if he were willing to take action...

But thinking about it, it's impossible. It's not that Dick could not do it, but that He couldn't do it.

As Dicket said before, He was being watched by many eyes, and it was not convenient for even a demigod to kill Him, let alone a ruler.

Without giving it much thought, Xia Fa subtly withdrew his gaze and looked at a large expanse of wasteland on the outskirts of the city.

At that moment, hundreds of steel grills were set up on the wasteland, each skewering a whole roasted lamb with a golden-brown skin, which was slowly rotating.

Flames swirled below, sizzling oil dripped into the fire, occasionally sparking enticing sparks.

The unique aroma of roasted whole lamb wafts through the air, a blend of cumin and chili powder, enough to whet your appetite and crave the taste of roasted lamb with just a sniff.

This is a small event within the Fog Festival called "Barbecue Feast," which can be attended for a fee of 300 gold pounds.

Despite the high price of 300 gold pounds, these whole roasted lambs are supernatural creatures called Rockhorn Lambs, which are unique to the Misty Realm.

Moreover, they are all fed with extraordinary herbs, making them truly top-tier luxury delicacies!

Xia Fa even doubted that even if he activated his ability to randomly freeload meals, he would still have a hard time getting this level of food.

Now, you can get a sheep for just 300 gold pounds!

There were also skilled knife workers serving nearby, helping to slice the lamb while it was roasted and eaten.

chirp-

The doll-like girl, Beneath, swallowed hard, her golden-red eyes sparkling as she stared intently at the whole roasted lambs.

Xia Fa teased:

"I thought you only liked dried anchovies."

Benedict wiped her mouth, then swallowed hard, her mouth watering.

"Of course! If there were dried fish, I would definitely choose dried fish, but there aren't any now, hehe..."

Xia Fa smiled and shook his head, walked over, took out three hundred-pound notes, and paid the mist-man owner next to the grill.

The mistman innkeeper actually looked quite wealthy, with a large belly and wearing a white-gold silk coat. He chuckled as he accepted the money, and immediately another mistman led Shafa and Benedict to their seats.

Xia Fa chose a grill near the edge, since it would be too hot and poorly ventilated if it were in the middle of a group of grills.

Although he wasn't afraid of the heat, he still wanted to eat roasted lamb while enjoying the cool breeze in the fields.

The fog-covered man immediately brought over a round table and set up small stools for the two of them.

Shafa and Benedict sat facing each other. Shafa gazed at the boundless fields and the tender wheat seedlings that had already sprouted, while Benedict stared longingly at the whole roasted lamb from the Fogman.

On those square plots of land, many farmers are still bent over, working, loosening the soil, removing insects, or pulling weeds.

Some of the farmers looked pale and thin, dressed in rags, with deeply sunken cheeks. They were clearly refugees who had fled famine from various places and earned a meager living by working for local farmers who were relatively well-off.

It seemed that this lively fog carnival had nothing to do with them.

Xia Fa's eyes flickered slightly.

Fortunately, the biggest project of this Fog Carnival—the Land of the Gods in the Desert—though it encountered unexpected changes, still resulted in the Kingdom of Augu gaining ten million acres of oil fields, ten million acres of potato fields, and even ten million acres of hunting grounds.

Oil fields may not play a significant role in this era, but they will become the most important once future technologies develop.

As for the potato fields and hunting grounds—with these, the refugees still had to work hard, but at least they had something to look forward to, and they no longer had to suffer from hunger every day. They could even recover their health.

Two silver plates were placed on the small round table, and the mist-like figure was seen rapidly slicing the whole roasted lamb with a semi-transparent knife.

He sliced ​​off pieces of roasted lamb, each as thin as a cicada's wing, and placed them on a silver plate, still sizzling with oil.

The man in the fog quickly sliced ​​two large plates of mutton and then sprinkled salt on the extremely thin slices of mutton. The salt was pale pink and melted as soon as it hit the meat.

The fog-covered man then sprinkled sesame seeds on top, and also added extra spices such as cumin and chili.

An extremely tempting aroma of mutton immediately wafted up.

Both Xia Fa and Benedict Cumberbatch had a great appetite and started eating slice by slice with their knives and forks.

Many guests joined in, each choosing a whole roasted lamb and sitting next to the grill, where a mist person served them.

The atmosphere on the field grew increasingly lively, and the obese fog-man boss took the opportunity to promote his wine.

The bottles of wine, with their various colors of liquid and wisps of steam rising from them, look more like works of art than things meant to be drunk.

"This is wine brewed from mist ice flowers, perfect for pairing with roasted rock horn lamb. It's fifty gold pounds a bottle. Would you like it, sir?"

The boss had a rope around his neck that was connected to a large wooden box, which was filled with neatly arranged bottles of misty ice wine.

Xia Fa ate to his heart's content, and at the same time felt an extremely gentle yet quite rich extraordinary power slowly spreading in his stomach, relieving the fatigue in various parts of his body, realizing that this roasted rock horned lamb was indeed far superior to the food of nobles of ordinary means.

He also ordered a whole sheep and bought five bottles of misty ice wine.

This misty ice wine tastes like chilled concentrated fruit juice; it's very rich, yet incredibly refreshing, and doesn't leave a lingering residue in your mouth.

As for getting drunk, he was quite content, enjoying a sip of iced wine and a bite of roasted whole lamb.

Benedict Cumberbatch, however, had a small appetite and was full after only two plates. She didn't drink alcohol, but simply rested her hands on the table and watched with great interest as Xia Fa ate heartily.

Perhaps because the burning sensation in his body when facing that sovereign today had consumed a lot of his energy, Xia Fa quickly finished eating the two sheep.

He was holding a leg of lamb, gnawing on the last bit of meat.

Suddenly, the lively atmosphere in the venue fell silent.

Many guests—mainly from the Kingdom of Augu—looked with considerable surprise as they stared intently in the direction of Risel Street.

Some nobles, in particular, stood up, placed their hands on their chests, and bowed respectfully in that direction, their expressions extremely sincere, even showing a hint of fear.

Xia Fa, who was originally facing away from Risle Street, turned his head curiously upon seeing this, still chewing on the lamb leg bone.

Then, he saw a familiar... well... somewhat familiar figure.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a white-gold cloak over a black double-breasted coat. He stood straight, exuding a royal air, and his clothes alone were extremely luxurious.

He wore a crown, his black hair was slightly curled and naturally draped down, and his dark pupils shone with a deep, ethereal blue in the bright midday light of the fields.

It is... Prince Ariman of the Selenes royal family!

The prince's expression remained solemn and dignified as always, exuding an imposing aura without anger. He was accompanied by several fully armored knights and was walking slowly toward the direction where Xiafa was.

Needless to say, his imposing and noble presence was impressive. Even just the aura emanating from his knights and squires was astonishing; each of them was a whale-level superhuman!

Xia Fa's expression was somewhat strange, realizing that what was coming had finally arrived—someone was finally investigating him.

However, Prince Areman is a member of the royal family, neither a member of the Mist People nor the Silver Church. So, if he asks any questions, should I answer them?

As Prince Ariman walked step by step toward Xiafa, the nobles present were all somewhat surprised, looking at the plainly dressed young man in disbelief.

To be honest, apart from his black hair and black eyes, there was absolutely nothing special or noble about that young man.

Of course, it must be admitted that the girl in the black dress sitting opposite him was stunningly beautiful.

Even though there are many beautiful ladies or pretty young ladies from noble families here, they would all pale in comparison to this girl's bright and delicate face.

Her blonde hair and noble golden-red eyes were especially admired by many ladies and young women.

Fortunately, because Beneath's black dress concealed the ball joints at her elbows and knees, no one recognized her as a doll girl, one of only two doll girls in the entire Augu Kingdom.

Everyone's attention turned to Shafa again. Prince Ariman, who held a high position and was deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, personally came to meet with this young man. Just who was he?

"Xiafa".

Prince Ariman walked a short distance in front of Xiafa, then stopped, his back ramrod straight, his majestic gaze looking down.

Xia Fa quickly wiped the grease off his hands on his pants, stood up, and held out his hand:

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Prince Ariman glanced at the cumin and sesame seeds still on his hands with some disdain, but for some reason, he still reached out and shook hands with Xia Fa.

"No need to be so polite, we've only known each other for a short time."

This scene stunned the surrounding nobles, who even forgot to eat the roasted whole lamb, even though they hadn't dared to eat it since Prince Ariman appeared, as it would be impolite.

But the key point is... Prince Areman's obsession with cleanliness is well-known in the Kingdom of Augu. Whenever a noble invites him, he has to clean his own reception room spotless, otherwise he will lose points in the prince's eyes.

Even the salon run by Prince Ariman's wife was famous for its extremely clean and tidy environment.

But now, this prince with mysophobia is actually willing to shake hands with this kid named Xiafa?

Could this be His Majesty the Emperor's illegitimate child or something?

But that's impossible. In the extraordinary world, it's not so simple for a ruler to have an illegitimate child. Not to mention, the other ruler of the Augu Kingdom, Lord Gaius of the Augustus family, would definitely have found out and spread the news far and wide.

So, what exactly is the identity of this Xia Fa?

Prince Ariman withdrew his hand and casually placed it behind his back. Water immediately welled up in his palm, washing away the grease and spices that had adhered to Sharfa's hands.