"Do you have what it takes to restrain a runaway?" said Sal's expression in surprise.

"It's obvious. Chargin held out his hand, and Ancient Hermis whispered softly, a faint light that seemed to shine through the clouds on the body of an out-of-control slave whose body was visibly scaled and whose armpits were feathered.

"Uh......" came with a low groan, and the out-of-control slave gripped the railing with both hands, his legs almost limping.

He tilted his head, his eyes slightly closed, embracing the sunlight like a caveman who had regained his sight.

Under the golden light, some scales and feathers began to gradually fall off.

It's like a bleeding and scabbed scar, barely smooth skin after these scales fall off.

Chalkin repeated the question just now: "So, what do I get?"

Sal was shocked.

Suppressing loss of control is a luxury for the vast majority of extraordinary people.

Most of the extraordinary people who have the ability to treat loss of control are extraordinary abilities for prevention and guidance.

Someone like Chalkin who directly treats the out-of-control extraordinary, even the well-informed orc royal family Sal, can't help but be a little surprised.

Sal fell silent, as a brave man and the real boss of the slaves in the black cell, in the face of Chalkin's question, Sal said slowly: "As long as you can bring us great strength and restrain the loss of control, we are willing to surrender." ”

"Boss, this ......," a mutant orc with seven horns on his head cried out in surprise, as if trying to dissuade Thrall.

However, before Sal could stop him, some of the leaders of the other races also chimed in: "Sal is right, we are willing to surrender. ”

In the dark, Chalkin couldn't see all the faces of these extraordinary slaves.

"I know that most of you don't speak of surrender from the heart. Chalkin pushed the food cart and calmly continued to distribute the food.

He had no intention of staring into a pair of eyes that were looking through the cage.

He stuffed his lunch box into a cage and continued, "Many creatures are like this, through vassalage, to gain some profit. ”

"With all due respect, I'm afraid there is no loyalty at all, whether it's meditation or healing, and I prefer to have this deal done in an equal exchange. ”

As he spoke, Chalkin stuffed the most portion of the lunch box into the old dwarf Thorin's cell.

"So, how do you want to trade? As you can see, we don't have anything for you. ”

Chalkin looked around at everyone: "No, every one of you has it!"

"You can swear to me like old Thorin, and you can give me things!

Hearing Chalkin mention his name, the Extraordinary Peer, who had an incomplete vampire pathway, was stunned, pointed to his nose and asked, "Have I paid for the consultation?"

He thought for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses, covered the wound that had healed, and said, "The consultation fee! The consultation fee is my flesh and blood?! God, what kind of devil are you?!"

Hearing Petil's words, many extraordinary people in the black cell showed strange expressions.

This extraordinary creature that exploits human flesh and blood actually says that others are devils?

Chalkin waved his hand and said to Petil with a smile, "I still prefer the meat of the Warcraft that I have cooked to you. But it cannot be denied that your blood contains a certain degree of extraordinary power, and as long as it is properly purified, it can barely be regarded as a precious occult material. “

"Of course, you should also know that in the mysterious world, blood is a good medium for spells, and taking your blood away is, to a certain extent, a kind of control over you. ”

Hearing Chalkin's words, many of the slaves in the black cell fell silent.

Even if the slaves didn't have enough occult knowledge, they knew that his words were not false.

"You're wiser than I thought. Sal was silent for a moment, then said earnestly.

Chalkin politely said, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"How can I give you blood?" asked the 'octopus' mutant with the most and the deepest mutations.

He is the most in need of a blessing in this group to dispel out-of-control and crazy existences.

Chalkin looked at him, and saw that the mutant's face was already covered with tiny octopus tentacles, his nose was not even visible at all, and his right hand had grown hard armor that looked like a giant crab, and in other parts of his body, the tentacles of the octopus were wrapped around, which looked extremely scary.

"Your name is Harris?" Chalkin suddenly remembered the hint from Felenids, the seal.

The octopus's cloudy eyes rolled and asked suspiciously, "Do you know me?"

Receiving an affirmative answer, Chalkin was overjoyed and said casually: 'I heard that I will bring a few flasks in a while, and you will pour blood into it, and then hand over the person who has the blood, I will help him to heal him first. “

"And what about the method of meditation?" asked an extraordinary being with feathers all over his body.

Chalkin replied, "There is no hurry yet, you all have the Black Rock Stone on your body that suppresses the loss of control and hinders the spirituality, and the spirituality in the Chanis Gate is also extremely thin. So even if you learn the meditation method, you can't practice it. ”

He thought for a moment, and then said, "Well, you learn the oath from Old Thorin first, and when you get off the car, the person who submits my blood, I will give priority to him to swear to me, and after completing the oath, I will teach you the method of meditation." ”

After arranging everything, Chalkin quickly distributed the boxed lunch.

During this period, some of the extraordinary people who were severely mutated had impatiently put their blood into the scrubbed lunch box.

Chalkin also didn't ink, and after receiving boxes of blood, the extraordinary power of one treatment after another descended on the black cell, which, to a certain extent, alleviated the uncontrolled state of many slaves.

When all this was done, Chalkin, who had exhausted his spirit, pushed the dining cart back to his cell.

What he collected was not only blood, but also some extraordinary materials.

Feathers, scales, tentacles...... Of all shapes and sizes.

"Next, it's time for the 'trick' to be in action. He rubbed his hands nervously, simulating gluttonous authority in his palms.

This is a trick that Chalkin has practiced after stealing the 'magic crystal', and he has tried and tested it many times with the magic crystal.

That is, using one's own spiritual space as a medium, visualizing these objects in reality, and not accommodating them into the spiritual space through 'eating'.

"The blood of these extraordinary beings will appear in my spiritual space. ”

The palm of his hand pressed against the lunch box containing the blood of the Extraordinary, which suddenly disappeared in the real world as the spirit spread.

Almost at the same time, there was an extra ball of blood in the spiritual space!

"Whew...... Fortunately, this trick is really good, the authority of Sequence Zero should include the authority of space, otherwise, I can only use the method of drinking to store the blood of these extraordinary people. ”

Although Chalkin had drunk the blood of the goblin sacrifice to Garin once, he was not a vampire, and he still had a certain resistance to eating the flesh and blood of intelligent creatures, so he just planned to store the blood in the spiritual space, and then think about what to do next.

Just thinking this, an extra line of information suddenly appeared in his mind:

[Sequence 10: The Blood Thirster.]

[Route: God of Beauty.]

[Extraordinary Abilities: Bloody Desire, Immortal ......]

Chalkin's eyes widened, and he almost roared out in surprise: "So against the sky, even if you don't drink it, as long as it is in the spiritual vision space, can it be automatically identified?"

PS: Chalkin's avatar lights up from the other side of the screen and says to you, "Turn in your recommendation votes, or give a tip, or I'll bless you, runaway." ”