‘Morone’ was shocked when she heard ‘Connacht’s’ words.
“You can’t do that! If you even try it, we’ll be heavily punished once we return!”
Connacht frowned, “But if I came all the way here and returned without doing anything, how would I hold up my head in the future?”
He picked up a bottle of whiskey, chugged it all down, and sighed with pleasure, “The wine nowadays is much better than in the past, but not quite at the level of the Tuatha De Dannan’s.”
The fairy’s face contorted in displeasure.
The table at which the two sat held a large stack of pork bones that had been picked clean. The people who dined near this restaurant at first thought that someone was just cosplaying and that the fairy was just an illusion. But that was only until the two people talked loudly without caring about the surroundings. The people around them immediately understood that this might not be cosplay but a real supernatural event, this was especially obvious when the fairy opened its mouth to speak.
Someone even secretly took pictures, mainly of the fairy. People were always attracted to beautiful things. Although the height of the fairy was only 20cm, her exquisite appearance was enough to make countless figure collectors drool.
However, most people went pale at this enlightenment. They quickly finished eating and left the restaurant. The vast majority of ordinary people weren’t willing to be involved in these supernatural events where they could die at any time. Only some young people had the courage to have encounters with the unknown.
“Women nowadays are really strong. They’re all becoming like Maeve.”
Connaught Rhys looked at the women around him and tsked. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the lives of mortals, knowing clearly what the people around here did in the past.
“But even Maeve is inferior to the woman in the Land of Shadows. Although I can finally bed her when I defeat her, that’s going to take a long while.”
The Celtic god sighed, revealing a touch of sorrowful despondency. His misery at the fact that there were women he could not bed was a true downer.
‘Becoming like the Queen Maeve?’
MI13 had been eavesdropping at the conversion. The experts and scholars who were watching were excited. It was not often that they could observe a Celtic god and a Queen of Avalon. The papers that they were writing now would probably cause a sensation throughout the world.
“Queen Maeve was just born in the wrong era. If she was born in modern times, then her actions would be seen as normal. Perhaps she might even become a pioneer of women’s rights with her money, power, and capabilities. She could even find boys to sleep with her. Women would probably express envy and jealousy at her lifestyle.
“What you said isn’t wrong. Especially when the Celts are open, so her behavior can’t be completely described as lewd and amiable.”
“Yeah. From the words of this Celtic god, our previous guess is correct. He should be the god of the ancient country of Connacht. With his status as the Tuatha De Dannan, he shouldn’t just be her stalker, but her lover.”
Then, how can Maeve be smashed to death by cheese? This is too strange.”
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Celtic mythology is not as well documented. There is likely an internal problem that we do not know of. After Cu Chulainn died, the God of Light, Lugh, could not remain indifferent. Moreover, Lugh was the maternal grandson of the Fomorian tyrant Balor, who was the enemy of the Tuatha De Dannan. There may have been conflicts between them. As for whether Maeve truly died or not, who could tell? Maybe she lived through the events with the support of a god.
The experts whispered and filled the gaps in the mythos with speculations and deductions from their observations.
Moreover, if there was an error, then it was definitely a human error, and humans were the ones who recorded it wrong.
“The Land of Shadows is also an extremely secretive place in Celtic mythology. Is the woman mentioned by this Celtic God Scáthach or her sister, Aífe?”
“It should be Scáthach. She is an important figure in Celtic mythology and is also Cu Chulainn’s teacher.”
Many professors and scholars continued to discuss without a sense of urgency. On the other hand, Mr. A was on tenterhooks. When the Celtic god stood up, he immediately said, “He’s finished eating!”
In the London restaurant, Connacht Rhys finished his food and called for the owner of the restaurant.
The owner of the restaurant was a slightly fat middle-aged man, and he was also the chef of the restaurant. He knew from the chat between Connachg=t Rhys and the strange creature that they were obviously not human. So he walked carefully and nervously to their table, afraid that they would say that his cooking was too difficult to eat and that they were angry at him.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled cautiously, but his eyes could not help but fall on the fairy. It was such a beautiful creature that would always be the center of attention everywhere it went.
Connacht Rhys spoke loud and clear as he asked, “Are you the owner of this place? Then tell me, where is Buckingham Palace.”
“Buckingham Palace?”
The fat owner didn’t expect the man to ask this question. Under the observation of the intelligence officers, he said without much thought, “Buckingham Palace is in Westminster.”
Connacht Rhys frowned. He obviously did not know where Westminster was and said, “Get me a map. Tell me where this place is on the map, and then tell me where Buckingham Palace is.”
As the Celtic people treated war like water, they cared a lot about things like maps, because they were vital strategic implements.
The boss did not dare argue against the man and hastily took out his phone to mark two points on Google Maps.
“Hahahaha! Very good. Since you told me the location of Buckingham Palace and let me eat pork and drink wine, I owe you one. But I don’t have the money that you people use.”
“No, no, no. It’s an honor to have you eat at my small restaurant. I don’t want your money.”
The fat boss was able to open a prosperous store in London, so he was definitely not a fool. He dared not ask money from this buff man who was not a mortal. Besides, it was just a few pounds of pork and a bottle of whiskey, so it didn’t amount to much.
“We, Tuatha De Dannan, do not like to owe people things. Since I don’t have your kind of money, take this instead!”
Connacht Rhys moved his hand towards the fairy, and the fairy could only helplessly produce a golden apple for him.
“This is the golden apple of Avalon. The apple trees there are always cared for by the fairies of Avalon. Take this apple as payment for this meal.”
After saying so, he placed the golden apple on the table. He did not care about its value to mortals and just left the restaurant.”
“Connacht Rhys, are you really going to Buckingham Palace?”
Moronoe, who was following him, couldn’t help but ask again.
“If I say go, then I must go. If you don’t want to go, you can go back to Avalon yourself. I will not moth you.”
“You… fine. I’ll go with you.”
The fairy angrily circled the air twice, but in the end, she had no choice but to compromise and sit on Connacht Rhys’ shoulder again.
Connacht Rhys came to the streets of London, then under the surprised gazes of the people, he put strength onto his foot and shot forward like a missile, leaving only a sonic boom behind.
At this time, the owner of the restaurant did not have the energy to continue looking at the pair. He just stared straight at the golden apple on the table and breathed raggedly.
“Avalon? This is the golden apple of Avalon? I also recall that there are golden apples in Greek mythology.”
His limited knowledge only told him that golden apples were something that appeared in Greek mythology.
But now, he felt as if he lost his mind, and all his attention was drawn to this apple.
It was not only him. Those nearby who saw this golden apple, even the intelligence officers were staring at it. After seeing this golden apple, they felt attracted to it. The thought of wanting to possess it took over their minds.
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