My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 279 - 278 Lady Silver Fern (Asking for Votes at

Chapter 279 -278: Lady Silver Fern (Asking for Votes at Month’s End)

Chapter 279 -278: Lady Silver Fern (Asking for Votes at Month’s End)

Christchurch City is imbued with a rich English cultural atmosphere.

Along the way, he saw a theatre, modern art gallery, winery, and more—all of which were, without exception, vintage European architecture.

Besides, as Stitch had said, it was indeed a feast of ice cream here.

Thanks to the thriving livestock and cheese industries, there were ice cream parlors everywhere on the streets of Christchurch.

There was a plethora of ice cream flavors available, and Zifeng even saw energy ice creams meant for pet creatures, which, of course, were much more expensive.

“Ying!” Qiuqiu placed its little paws to its mouth, staring eagerly at the various ice creams and drooling.

Its gaze kept darting toward Zifeng as if the word “want” was written all over its face.

“Greedy little thing,” Zifeng poked Qiuqiu’s belly.

“Ying!”

Qiuqiu protested by waving its little paws.

Could this be called greed?

This was called appreciating fine food!

Moments later, Zifeng and Qiuqiu walked out of the ice cream parlor.

They ate the delicious ice cream and shivered in unison.

(˶‾᷄⁻̫‾᷅˵)

Dang dang.

The vintage tram weaved through the European buildings, giving Zifeng the sudden illusion of having traveled back to the 19th century.

Checking the time, it was already past seven in the evening. Zifeng planned to visit one last site before returning to the Snow Dragon.

…

Christchurch Cathedral, located in the city center, was both a symbol and important structure of Christchurch City.

The cathedral was designed in a Gothic architectural style with a tall and slender overall structure; its main building was adorned with complex decorative carvings, exuding an air of elegance.

Twelve bells were installed on the spires, reportedly capable of playing different melodies.

Regrettably, the cathedral had faced multiple earthquakes in the 114 years since its construction and, despite subsequent repairs, was no longer in use.

As the saying goes…

A square without dancers lacks a soul.

And the square in front of Christchurch Cathedral was indeed that soulless square.

In the square in front of the cathedral, people strolled leisurely at night, street musicians played romantic light music, presenting a completely different entertainment atmosphere from Great Xia.

At the bottom of the stairs in front of the cathedral, there was a fountain, at the center of which stood a stone sculpture over ten meters tall.

The sculpture depicted a graceful woman draped in sheer fabric, her head adorned with a silver leaf crown, hands clasped in front of her chest in prayer, the entire statue radiating nobility and elegance.

The lighting beneath the base only added to her sanctity.

Zifeng looked up at the statue for a long time without speaking.

She.

Really is massive!

“Young man, do you know what this is?”

Just as Zifeng was observing the sculpture, an elderly voice sounded from behind him.

He turned around, and there stood an elderly gentleman dressed in a tailored suit, donning a bowler hat, and leaning on a cane.

The gentleman’s mustache curled slightly at the ends, neatly trimmed, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and he carried a subtle fragrance that made him look very respectable.

Zifeng eyed him warily.

Dressed like that in the blazing heat, and striking up a conversation with a foreigner like him.

Everything about this man seemed suspicious.

The old man’s smile stiffened upon seeing Zifeng’s guarded demeanor: “I’m not a bad person.”

Zifeng didn’t buy it.

Would a bad person admit they were bad?

“Ahem!”

The gentleman twisted his upward-curling mustache, thought for a moment, and changed the subject: “Young man, are you Korean?”

Zifeng hesitated for a moment before blurting out a Chinese-accented word: “Great Xia.”

“Oh my, a person from Great Xia! I thought a delicate-looking Eastern boy like you would only be Korean,” the old man tapped his cane lightly on the ground, his mustache twitching as if he thought he had made a splendid joke.

Zifeng smiled awkwardly.

So the Korean penchant for beauty was world-famous, huh?

After some small talk, most of which was the old man speaking, Zifeng guessed the reason he had approached him from the tone of his voice.

Show off!

This included a full-range of boasting about culture, art, and living standards.

He seemed extremely proud of being from Christchurch City, and today he had the rare chance of meeting a foreigner, so he was going all out with his bragging.

Shao Zifeng smiled and scrambled for a few words to respond, they appeared to be chatting quite happily on the surface.

“I saw you looking at the statue for a long time just now. Could it be that you recognize it?”

“No.”

Seeing that Shao Zifeng was unaware of the statue’s origin, the old man suddenly became spirited: “This is the glory of our South Island, the statue of the Silver Fern Lady.”

“Silver Fern… Lady.” Shao Zifeng chewed on these unfamiliar words.

He knew what a lady was.

But silver fern—he hadn’t learned that.

“Yes, the silver fern is our national flower, and the Silver Fern Lady is the pride of every person on the South Island!”

Shao Zifeng slowly became interested: “The Silver Fern Lady isn’t a person?”

The old man glared at Shao Zifeng: “Don’t interrupt!”

He quickly nodded and obediently closed his mouth.

After all, he was a young man who loved learning new things.

Following the old man’s description, Shao Zifeng gradually understood that the so-called Silver Fern Lady actually originated from a local myth.

The legend stated that the Silver Fern Lady originally lived in the endless sea but later came to land at the invitation of the ancestors of the South Island.

The arrival of the Silver Fern Lady brought the dawn of civilization for them, guiding fishermen and hunters back home.

Normally, such legends wouldn’t be unusual; there are at least a hundred similar stories all over the world. But later, the Silver Fern Lady really appeared.

Nine years ago, there had been a major earthquake on the South Island. The magnitude wasn’t huge, but for these old buildings, it was a cataclysmic disaster.

As they watched one historical building after another collapse, the residents of South Island fell into despair. It was then that the Silver Fern Lady’s appearance saved them.

At this point, the old man paused.

Shao Zifeng waited for a while, and seeing the old man not speaking, he asked, “Then what happened?”

“That’s it,” the old man replied as if it were a matter of course.

Shao Zifeng: ???

That’s it?

And you’re boasting about this?

The old man looked at Shao Zifeng with a smug expression: “How about that, isn’t our Silver Fern Lady amazing?”

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Ah, this!

Shao Zifeng was somewhat baffled.

The way you use words is very strange.

Finally, under the old man’s expectant gaze, Shao Zifeng hesitated and then awkwardly said, “Yes, she’s amazing!”

Having received the answer he wanted, the old man laughed happily: “Of course she is, she’s the glory and the pride of our South Island.”

After finishing his tale to the foreigner, the old man left with a satisfied twirl of his moustache.

Shao Zifeng stood still, quietly looking at the Silver Fern Lady.

Through the old man’s storytelling, it became clear that this so-called Silver Fern Lady was very likely a mutant creature that had undergone atavistic evolution.

If this statue was carved in the likeness of the Silver Fern Lady, then that was really…

Enviable.

After touring Christchurch and incidentally acquiring new knowledge,

Shao Zifeng prepared to rush back to the Snow Dragon.

“Meow~”

Just as he had walked a few steps, Qiuqiu, who was lying on Shao Zifeng’s shoulder, suddenly grabbed his ear, pointing its little paw towards a flower shop.

Shao Zifeng looked at the brightly lit flower shop and asked with some confusion, “Qiuqiu, do you really like flowers that much?”

“Meow!” Qiuqiu arrogantly raised its little head, implying that it didn’t really like flowers, but its little eyes kept glancing in that direction nonetheless.

Shao Zifeng tapped its little head.

Qiuqiu, the drama queen, pitifully wrapped its paws around its head.

Mumbling complaints that daddy didn’t love it anymore.

So pitiful!

Meow, meow, meow!

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