Omniscient Elf World

Just do what you said, and the group of four went back to the village. Since it was already night, there were very few passersby walking outside.

They walked for a while, but still did not find a person.

There was no other way but to go back to the hotel to rest for a while.

As soon as I walked into the hotel, the owner here greeted me warmly.

Li Ziye took advantage of the situation and asked, "Shop Manager, do you know the King of Abundance?"

The store manager frowned at Li Ziye's sudden question: "I've heard it before, it seems to be some kind of legend here."

"Aren't you an aborigine here?" Pioni pressed.

The store manager shook his head: "We don't have any aborigines here. The aborigines have already migrated to the mainland of England in the snow and ice all day long. We just came here to do business because there is business to do here."

Due to changes in the natural environment, snowfields are not suitable for long-term human habitation.

Instead, a group of powerful elves were born, so it became a favorite place for trainers to come.

Therefore, this village was formed.

"Then do you know that there are aborigines here in the village?" Song Jingyang asked.

The shop owner frowned and thought: "There should be. I remember that the mother-in-law in the restaurant next door and the old man in the tailor shop should all be aborigines."

Li Ziye silently wrote down these two names. It's late now, and it's not appropriate to visit. It's better to rest for one night and go there tomorrow.

"What are you asking this for? Have you found a legend about some god?" the store manager asked curiously.

Li Ziye replied with a smile: "We came here to find the legend."

Immediately afterwards, everyone went back to their respective rooms to rest, preparing to finish it tomorrow.

Sitting on the bed, Li Ziye thought about the state of the King of Plenty. He is only a demigod now, and he also mentioned his beloved horses. Could it be that he has more than one horse.

The power of faith is indeed an indispensable part of maintaining the power of the gods.

The legend of the God of Plenty does not cover a large area, leaving the snowy field, few people know about it.

Even Mr. Pioni, who often walks on the snow field, doesn't know the specific content of the legend.

It's not even as far away as the legend of the twin giants relying on the God Pillar King.

This is also something that can't be helped, the population is decreasing, the aborigines are leaving, and immigrants are entering.

These legends, which were originally spread by word of mouth, naturally entered the end of decline.

Moreover, the current village does not need the blessing of the King of Plenty. All the food here is purchased from the mainland of England.

Just thinking about it, before I knew it, it was dawn.

After getting up in a hurry, Li Ziye and his party officially embarked on the road of inquiry.

The first stop was the mother-in-law from the restaurant next door. They entered the restaurant in the name of having breakfast.

Just like a hotel, the restaurant here is not big, and it can only accommodate five or six people to eat together.

After ordering some breakfast, everyone sat down to taste the food while observing the situation of the restaurant.

The owner of the hotel is a middle-aged uncle, and there is no old woman as the hotel owner said.

Li Ziye decided to take the initiative: "Boss, are you an aborigine here?"

The middle-aged uncle was a little confused by the sudden question, and then shook his head: "It's half, my mother is an aborigine here, but my father is not."

"Then can I ask you some questions? I'm a researcher on myths and legends." Li Ziye took out a researcher's ID, which Mr. Gu gave him.

Sometimes, the researcher's credentials are still useful.

Just like now, the middle-aged uncle suddenly became embarrassed: "Ah, researcher? Will my words be included in your research report?"

"It depends on the situation. Do you know the legend of the King of Harvest?" Li Ziye replied with a smile.

When he heard the King of Plenty, the middle-aged uncle racked his brains to recall that his grandmother seemed to have said something, but he had long forgotten it.

"God of abundance, it seems to be, it should be, it may be..." After 3 minutes of thinking, the middle-aged uncle didn't come up with a reason.

He could only shout inside: "Mom!"

At this moment, an old lady with gray hair came out cursing: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged uncle explained by pointing to Li Ziye and the others. The old lady watched Li Ziye and his party with sharp eyes like a falcon.

"Hi, madam, I'm a researcher who studies myths and legends, and I want to ask you about the legend of the King of Harvest." Li Ziye said politely.

The old lady also began to think: "My mother once told me about the legend of the King of Harvest, but now I have almost forgotten it. Perhaps, if you ask the village chief, you may know something."

From the old lady's words, it can be heard that no one cares about the king of abundance.

Even she, an aborigine, can't tell a legend.

Li Ziye and his party thanked each other, and after eating, they went to the next house.

This is a tailor shop. An old man with glasses and gray hair is threading needles tremblingly.

This made Li Ziye a little worried. Can he really do a good job as a tailor?

Just like a restaurant, Li Ziye first reported his family name, and then asked about the legend of the God of Plenty.

The old man thought about it for a long time, and then he choked out a sentence: "The king of abundance who brings abundance."

I really couldn't figure it out, and said the same thing as the old woman: "Go ask the village chief, maybe only he knows."

After inquiring about the location of the old grandfather's village chief's house, the group continued on their way.

The village head's house was just a simple log cabin structure, Li Ziye stepped forward and knocked on the door.

But after a while, a five or six-year-old child opened the door and said in a sweet voice, "Who are you looking for?"

"Little friend, let's find the village chief." Li Ziye replied.

The child shouted into the inside: "Grandpa, someone is looking for you."

An old man sitting in a wheelchair slowly pushed the wheelchair over. He looked at the four strangers and said vigilantly, "Outsider, what can you do with me, an old man?"

Li Ziye took out his ID as usual: "Village Chief, I am a scholar who studies myths and legends. I saw the statue of the King of Harvest at the entrance of the village. I want to ask you about the legend of the King of Harvest. I have been asking for a long time in the village. Everyone also said that only you know the legend of the King of Harvest."