My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 29 Fruit Wine

"This is the divine magic bestowed upon me by the Moon Goddess." Priestess Twilight Leaf nodded and asked, "Young man, where does your divine magic come from, or rather, which deity do you worship?"

Which deity do you worship? Jiang Yuan was taken aback.

He is a modern man who grew up under the red flag, and he has hardly ever seriously visited a temple.

He answered truthfully, "I have no god."

Priestess Twilight Leaf frowned and shook her head, saying, "Impossible."

His tone was resolute, even more certain than when he discussed divine marks: "Divine arts are powers bestowed upon believers by the gods. Without faith, the gods will not look upon you. Without looking upon you, they will not bestow divine power."

He looked at Jiang Yuan, his gaze scrutinizing, "Think about it again carefully."

Jiang Yuan frowned, remained silent for a long while, and slowly shook his head.

Priestess Twilight Leaf stared at his face for a good dozen breaths, the scrutiny in her gray-blue eyes gradually fading, replaced by confusion.

"Impossible..." he repeated to himself.

The tree hollow was quiet for a while.

"You said you can't remember what happened before you entered the forbidden area," Priestess Twilight Leaf suddenly spoke up. "Perhaps it's not that you can't remember, but that you can't recall it."

He looked at Jiang Yuan: "The more you use divine arts, the deeper the mark of the god becomes. When the mark is deep enough, you will naturally remember the god who bestowed the divine arts upon you."

Is that even a possibility? Jiang Yuan's heart sank slightly.

He already had a guess.

The crystal finger bone and the crystal fragments encountered in the forbidden cave are related to a certain god or an even more ancient being in this world.

But why did He choose me? And who is He?

Jiang Yuan raised his head, clinging to the hope of reviving a lost cause, and asked, "Does the priest know of any deity whose divine magic is similar to mine?"

Priest Twilight Leaf did not answer immediately. He lowered his eyelids and after a while slowly spoke, "I need to investigate."

Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he sincerely said, "Thank you."

He asked casually, never expecting that the priest might actually have some information.

Priestess Twilight Leaf waved her hand, a serious look returning to her grey-blue eyes. "Young man, this winter is no ordinary one."

He abruptly changed the subject, and Jiang Yuan was slightly taken aback.

"In previous years, before the harsh winter arrived, the horned sheep would gather in herds, the pikas would stockpile food, and even the iron-beaked birds on the edge of the Graycap Forest would migrate south." The Dusk Leaf Priest's voice deepened:

"Nothing this year. The heavy snow came overnight, catching all the magical beasts off guard."

This is consistent with what Hiru said... Jiang Yuan nodded.

"White Mane won't just come this once." Priestess Twilight Leaf looked at him. "I know that old bastard Gray Ridge. It retreated today because I returned. But a hungry beast will even dare to ram a divine mark."

Jiang Yuan was silent for two seconds before saying, "I can help with the food."

Let's talk about exchanging food for magic cores...

"I can provide some food," Jiang Yuan said. "Of course, I'll need to exchange it for magic cores."

Priestess Twilight Leaf smiled, wrinkles deepening at the corners of her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of an old man's kind but somewhat unserious tolerance towards a young person:

"You can talk to Ug. He's the chief, and he's in charge of all the magic cores in the tribe."

He didn't take Jiang Yuan's words seriously.

Not surprising.

He had seen the strange and unusual foods that Jiang Yuan had brought out; they could only sustain the rations of a few soldiers at most.

Moreover, Priest Muye himself is a user of divine magic. He has been a believer in the Moon God for decades, and he knows very well how powerful the divine magic he has acquired is.

In his eyes, Jiang Yuan, a young man who couldn't even say which god he believed in, couldn't possibly be that powerful in terms of divine arts.

In his view, taking out those foods was the limit of Jiangyuan's divine arts.

It wouldn't fill the stomachs of a few warriors, let alone fill the gap in the entire tribe.

He seemed to think I was joking? Jiang Yuan thought for a moment, then got up to take his leave without explaining.

He lifted the animal skin curtain and stepped out of the warm tree hollow. A cold wind rushed into his collar, and he shrank his neck.

He really couldn't move too much food out at once.

The Gate of Boundaries has a weight limit. Although the upper limit increases after level 10, he hasn't tested how many he can actually carry.

But he felt that it should be enough to sustain the lives of a few hundred people.

However, after thinking about it, he decided not to explain, because it might be too conspicuous to suddenly bring out such a large amount of food.

He can now conceal his abilities with divine magic, but he should take it slow, bringing a little more each time so that the people in the tribe can gradually adapt.

Jiang Yuan quickly returned to his tree hole and, sure enough, saw Xilu waiting there.

"Jiangyuan!" Hilu happily swung her cat tail.

Jiang Yuan patted her head and opened the canvas bag inside.

He unzipped the jacket, revealing the things he had brought back this time.

Large quantities of compressed biscuits, spiced beef jerky, milk candy, etc.

After playing for a while, Hilu left.

After leaving the forbidden area, her parents became much stricter with her, and she could no longer secretly run away from the tribe.

Silence returned to the tree hollow.

Jiang Yuan sat for a while, then rummaged through the canvas and found several cold glass bottles, which he then took out.

This is a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a bottle of fruit wine.

The baijiu is ordinary Red Star Erguotou, 56 degrees, and the fruit wine is plum wine, 12 degrees.

His original intention was to use the wine to get closer to the blacksmith "Red Fang".

But then he thought about it again, and realized that he wasn't in a great hurry to upgrade his weapons and equipment while he was still in the Cat Ear Tribe.

However, the improvement of his power cannot be mentioned, not to mention that he cannot stay in "Moon Valley" forever.

The mere sight of that mysterious finger bone pointing to a certain deity made him uneasy.

This feeling of being out of control is something he cannot accept.

The only solution to all of this is to increase your power!

The current methods for increasing strength.

Besides using magic cores to level up and directly increase strength, you can also figure out how to change jobs.

Although he has reached level 10, his profession is still displayed as none.

There must be some reason for this.

According to his analysis, judging from other players in the Oracle game, they all learn the basic skills of this profession through various channels before changing jobs.

"Could it be that I haven't mastered the basic skills?" Jiang Yuan guessed.

In any case, understanding the power system of this world is an indispensable part of increasing one's power.

Immediately, he thought of Ke Shan.

The hunting team leader with the scar on his face held a high position in the tribe.

Jiang Yuan picked out a bottle of fruit wine, took out a crossbow and arrows, lifted the curtain, and went out.

……

Keshan is located on a small open area to the west of the tribe.

It was called an open space, but it was actually a patch of mud cleared between several giant trees. The snow had been trampled down and a hard layer of ice had formed on the surface.

Several young hunters were squatting to one side, adjusting their bowstrings, their cat ears trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Ke Shan was half-squatting on the protruding roots of a giant tree, holding a whetstone in his hand, and sharpening the edge of his hunting knife.

He heard footsteps, his ears twitched, and he looked up.

"Human." Ke Shan placed the whetstone on his lap, looking at Jiang Yuan who was walking straight towards him, and said in surprise, "You were looking for me?"

Jiang Yuan smiled slightly, took out the bottle of plum wine, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

A sweet fruity aroma mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted out.

Ke Shan's nostrils twitched twice, and his cat ears stood up straight.

Several young soldiers nearby simultaneously looked up, their eyes all locking onto the colorful glass bottle.