She could only pray that she was possessed and this ripe mango juice wouldn't make her allergic.

  She ate two more fragrant flower cakes, and subconsciously scratched her neck, then pulled the black collar of her shirt up a bit, before calmly discussing the cooking method for lemon fish with Qiao.

  A clean and scaled perch, a fresh lemon, some white sugar and garlic, coriander and small chili peppers, salt and cooking wine.

  This was something Cynthia had memorized for a kitchen variety show, but in this era, there were many things that could be found or replaced, and the materials might not be available.

  Earlier at Dorn's place, the fish was also not very palatable due to the lack of many seasonings and could only be barely swallowed.

  Qiao thought that the lemon fish was just sprinkling lemon juice on the roasted fish, listening to Cynthia's muttering and occasional sighs, which stirred up her desire to take action herself.

  "You said I came." She quickly lit a flame at the bottom of the pot and stared at Cynthia, waiting for her instructions.

  She didn't have to do it herself, Cynthia was more than happy to oblige. With a smile on her face, she took charge and directed Joe with encouraging eyes and words.

  To be honest, she may not even be able to restore what she said one by one, but Joe's incredible culinary talent shocked her, and it was exactly the same as the pictures in her mind before.

  The lemon fish rolling and boiling in the pot in front of her, with its red and green colors alternating and emitting a fragrant aroma, made her swallow saliva uncontrollably.

  "With wine, it would taste even better." Cynthia used a small wooden spoon to scoop up a spoonful of creamy white fish soup, and then sighed.

  Although most of the ingredients have been replaced with decent-tasting alternatives, the lack of料酒 has resulted in a slightly less fragrant dish that can't completely eliminate the fishy smell, which is the most frustrating part. She thinks Kai Er Si's mouth-watering estimate won't be too accurate this time.

  "What's 'liaojiu'?" Qiao had never heard of this word.

  "Ah, I don't know how to describe how this thing was made either, for now let's just call it a type of wine." Cynthia leaned her right hand against her chin, deep in thought.

  "Wine? The adults have a lot of wine." Joe toned down the fire, then pointed towards the kitchen door, giving her verbal directions, "Walk to the end of the corridor, there's Mr. Kaisar's wine cellar, you can go in and find what we need."

  Cynthia took down the apron from her body and rehung it on the coat rack, "Then I'll go take a look."

  Qiao watched as her black skirt disappeared with the closing of the door, and then refocused on the lemon fish, his expression intent.

  She had seen how much the adults doted on Cynthia, so drinking two bottles of wine shouldn't make him angry.

  The second floor is also paved with red carpet, all the way along the arched stone carving ceiling, extending to a large gate at the end, and the stone windows on both sides have no glass barrier, the forest evening breeze flows in the corridor.

  It's a bit cold, and the wall lamps are almost unable to shine brightly due to the strong wind.

  Cynthia rubbed her arm and walked quickly to the wine cellar door, she lowered her eyes to find that the wooden door was open with a gap, and it was not locked.

  "Kairos?" She pushed the door open a crack, and what met her eyes was a solid stone wall with several niches, inside which were placed numerous oil lamps that obstructed her view, she wasn't sure if there was anyone inside.

  Very quiet, no response at all.

  Perhaps Anthony just forgot to lock up after taking out the wine.

  Thinking that if they dragged it out any longer, all the fish would be mushy, Cynthia sidled in.

  Around the stone wall, it is a circular, four-sided cold blue-gray stone wall surrounded by densely packed recesses with many wine bottles placed inside. Looking up, there are about 4-5 meters in height. A not-so-bright pendant lamp hangs down from the top of the carved stone wall, and many wine barrels are placed on the ground in the middle.

  The temperature in the wine cellar was not high, and even this temperature was a bit cold for Cynthia.

  She casually pulled out a bottle of wine from the recess, and before she had time to take a closer look, a gust of cold wind swept past her neck, and the half-opened wine cellar door creaked shut.

  Cynthia's expression tightened, and she immediately put down the wine and turned to leave.

  A pale and beautiful hand grasped her shoulder, forcing her to stop in her tracks.

  "Hi, Cynthia."

  A soft and airy voice with a hint of laughter floated above her head.

  Cynthia stiffened and turned her neck halfway, looking up.

  It was Austin with silver hair floating in mid-air as if it had a life of its own, with a huge semi-transparent insect wing spread out on his back, and the transparent gloss on top still refracting shallow colors under the light.

  He wore a gray long-sleeved shirt, beige casual trousers tucked into leather boots, holding a glass of wine in his hand, with shallow gray eyes that were dangerously charming.

  "You shouldn't be hiding here drinking Kaisa's wine."

  Perhaps it was the constant exposure to Kayrus' face that had built up her immunity, and she wasn't swayed by Austin's innate racial charm.

  Since she found out it eats people, no matter how beautiful it is, she doesn't want to see it again.

  Nor does anyone know how this secret was preserved by this ethnic group for three thousand years, so that people at that time did not even know about it, and they mixed with the elves, although most of the time they were very friendly.

  "I am a guest." Austin gently flapped his wings, bringing a soft glow to settle on the wooden wine barrel as he sat down, elegant in demeanor.

  It seems he wants to trap her here alone and have a chat with her.

  Cynthia pursed her lips and warned cautiously: "Kayser has returned, you can't eat me."

  "You look delicious." Austin stuck out the tip of his pale pink tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, "But I won't eat you, I'm just reminding you to find a way to follow him to the Autumn Feast, let all the gods see this special little thing."

  "God?" Cynthia's hand, which was pinching the hem of her skirt, unconsciously tightened, and her throat felt a bit dry. "The Autumn Banquet, is it God's banquet?"

  "The feast of the three tribes, gods and spirits and dwarves, where the Dark God is now the only supreme deity. Even if it's just an avatar, he needs to attend to show his status." Austin elegantly sipped his wine, "Your existence can inform those gods who despise Kaygus that he hasn't completely lost his mind yet, he likes humans and can coexist peacefully, all to ensure that when the Light God suddenly returns, he won't be collectively killed again."

  Cynthia's mouth twitched slightly.

  Alright, she can now be certain that in this world, no one else knows that Kyrios is the darkened Luminary God. With his divinity lost, has this world also lost its memories?

  What kind of power does his divinity have?

  Unimaginable

  "What does it prove that I'm just his pet in his eyes?" Cynthia still didn't understand what this had to do with her.

  "It's enough that you're a woman." Austin sprang down from the wine barrel with the agility of a mountain sprite, holding out his cup, and presented it to Cynthia without spilling a drop.

  (End of chapter)