The girl didn't pay attention to Brewster's expression, she shrugged her shoulders, and then stood on tiptoe and flicked the oil lamp on the wall of the tunnel with her fingers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Brewster was surprised to see the girl's fingers reach into the scorching flames, and then press something. Suddenly, there was a strange click, and the place that Brewster thought was the wall began to deform. A few seconds later, a staircase opened up on the side of the corridor that led to the underground. The gloomy darkness made Brewster shudder.

"The secret lies down here. ”

"Ah, do you want me to go down?" said Brewster, a little nervously, "if you had touched that mechanism, I wouldn't have been locked up underneath? besides, aren't you afraid of getting burned?

"A man cowered. ”

The girl shrugged her shoulders as she reached out and struck her slender wrist on Brewster's shoulder. Before Brewster could figure out the situation, he had already been lifted by the girl with one hand. The girl grabbed and inserted Brewster's finger into the oil lamp on the corridor. Brewster, who had closed his eyes in fear, looked surprised when he noticed that the oil lamp was not very hot.

"This is done with a special liquid fuel. This fuel gasification is endothermic, so it itself is not at a high temperature. The girl put Brewster back on the ground, "If I want to keep you somewhere, I don't have to bother. ”

Brewster nodded awkwardly, and he cautiously descended the stairs. The dimly lit staircase lifted Brewster's spirits, and he walked with the girl for a while, until he finally came to a platform. The girl grabbed his hand and led him around a few times to a small window. Brewster poked one of his eyes out, startling him with the sight outside. I saw a large hall in an open space where countless bodies were gathered. Brewster looked at it for a long time before he could tell from their smooth heads and claws that they were demons. Anything that comes together will look disgusting and weird. Brewster has seen pigstys and flocks of sheep framed by fences. But he never thought that so many demons would be raised.

"This is ......!"

"Quietly. The girl whispered, "Don't wake them, and don't wake up the managers here." Either one of them can easily tear you to shreds. ”

"But they all look ...... Very ......"

Brewster said, pointing to the demon below. These guys weren't quite the same as the demons Brewster had seen. The appearance is basically similar, but it lacks a kind of wildness and aggression. Their calm breathing, **** arms, and retracted claws all give a sense of decadence. The girl nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, that's because none of them allow themselves to prey on humans. The demons you see are wild demons who need to learn to hunt with their claws and use their wits to deceive humanity into trust. But these demons have been raised from the beginning, and if they don't give them food, they may even have a problem with their lives. Because they haven't fought for so long, their claws are no longer sharp, and their gums lack bite power. Even the intelligence of these guys has degraded to varying degrees, and is basically similar to that of animals. ”

"Sounds miserable...... Brewster said, shaking his head, "I wonder why humans are afraid of these animal-like things." ”

"The pig, which is considered a domestic animal, is actually a very ferocious animal in nature. The girl said, "You won't have a problem with an adult wild boar hitting three or four." Although these demons have lost their aggressiveness, they have other advantages. Their muscles have more slow-twitch fibers and fewer fast-twitch fibers, and they are longer than endurance but lack explosiveness. This is ideal for manual work such as transportation and farming. The demons' unique resilience allows them to work for more than ten hours without resting, and their needs are nothing more than a small amount of offal and meat. These inherently hard laborers are extremely productive and are generally referred to as 'producers'. ”

"Producers?"

Brewster chewed on the word carefully. He thought of the news that Sulfur had told her about the demonic alienation. According to the information obtained by Sulfona, it seems that someone is controlling the alienation of demons and classifying them. The known classifications are "slingers", "outposts", "raiders", "guerrillas", and "pretenders". The producer may have something to do with the other alienated demons, but Brewster doesn't understand why he sees the "producer" here.

"Where are we now?"

"The watchtower, but the interior. "The watchtower is much bigger than you think, it's underground, and these demons have been sleeping at your feet all the time, but the humans don't notice it. ”

"I don't understand, why do demons come so close to the Holy City?" Brewster said with a frown, "What about the guards, what about the knights, what about the people of the Twin Church, and I also heard that the Holy Maiden of the Twin Cult is actually the same great sword as you, how can she tolerate the presence of demons right under her nose?"

"You mean Hetty?" said the girl, gesturing downward, "isn't she right there?"

Brewster's eyes widened, and sure enough, a masked woman dressed as a nun was standing in the hallway below. She was followed by a few men in black, who seemed to be discussing something. As hordes of demons and greatswords coexist in harmony, Brewster feels like his values are crumbling. The girl patted him on the shoulder.

"Do you think it's weird? But that's the truth. The person who kept the demon in captivity was Hetty, and she was the leading figure who guided the demon's alienation. All the demons down here were cultivated by her. These demons breed outside the walls of the Holy City, breeding like rats. Hetty raises them and then slaughters them when needed. Hetty's title among the warriors is 'Demon Slayer', and she is said to have killed thousands of demons. But isn't it strange that a person like her, who is physically handicapped and unable to perceive demons, can really hunt demons with such efficiency?"

"You're saying that these demons were all made by Hetty, and she actually bred the demons herself and killed them herself in the name of 'Demon Slaying Sword'?"

Brewster couldn't help but shout. It was far away from the demons below, but Hettie looked up as if sensing something. The girl quickly pressed Brewster's head down.

"Do you want to die?"

"I'm just ......"

"Surprised?" said the girl, shrugging her shoulders, "and there are more surprises waiting for you." ”

The two men bent down and avoided the window. I hid like this for a while before I dared to continue my activities. Hetty had whispered this to the people around him, and Brewster felt his back soaked with sweat. Maybe Hetty's reputation as "Demon Slaying Sword" is fake, but her strength should not be underestimated. Hetty had seen Hetty slay demons with his own eyes, and it was as easy as cutting a turnip with a kitchen knife. Brewster recalled the first time he saw Hetty, and doubts rose over him.

"I've met an impostor who can turn into a human who has seen it, and even a great sword is not so easy to recognize. "It's not like the others, it's weak." I beat it and hope to get something out of its mouth. That's when Hetty suddenly came and killed the demon. ”

"Probably extinguished. The girl shrugged her shoulders and said, "That demon may tell you that there is such a cave lurking beneath the watchtower, so it must die." You have to be careful about the road ahead, we are no longer facing those 'producers' like Mianyang. ”

Brewster's expression froze, and the two of them had unconsciously bypassed the hall where Hetty was just now and began to move towards the lower floors. Cold moisture seeped through the stone walls on either side, and Brewster shivered as he hugged his shoulders. But the girl leading the way in front of her looked leisurely, walking forward with brisk steps, looking no different from the young girls in the city. Brewster had several girlfriends, but none of them lasted long. He longs for knightly princess love, but others seem to be more interested in his nobility and his father's fortune.

"Your eyes are rude. The girl didn't look back but caught Brewster's gaze, and said, "I thought you would be a more gentlemanly man." ”

"I, ah. Brewster touched his nose in embarrassment, he thought it all had something to do with that weird dream he had, "By the way, you seem to know about me." I met Hertie too, and she knew about me. ”

"Know, know very clearly. The girl smiled, turned to Brewster, and said, "It's just that you still seem to be in the dark." ”

"What do you mean?"

Brewster asked, confused, but the girl skimmed around his question with ease. She reached out to stop Brewster and pointed ahead.

"Be careful, those demons aren't easy to mess with. ”

Brewster was stunned. They were now on the lower level of the previous hall, and the darkness around them seemed to be devouring the space in the eyes of Brewster the Eater. Brewster's sensitive ears felt a faint ripple in the air, an irregularly rhythmic crash. It seemed like something was clapping, and it was like stomping your feet. Brewster cautiously walked forward, into the dark interior. He heard heavy gasps and hoarse roars.

"What is this?"

It's like being surrounded by wild wolves in the middle of the jungle. The moment Brewster spoke, countless pairs of golden eyes lit up around him. Brewster knew these eyes, for he had escaped from their owners. Knowing this, Brewster's necrotic right arm began to ache. The lost right arm seemed to regain its form, and it injected pain into Brewster's nerves to assert its presence. The girl hurriedly grabbed Brewster's shoulder.

"Don't get excited, they're all locked up. ”

Brewster gasped violently, his left hand gripping the hilt of the longsword tightly until the knuckles of his fingers turned white. He knew that a true knight should not be feared, but what he had lost brought back the fear he had once discarded. In silence, the demon with open golden eyes gradually lost interest in Brewster again. They crawled limply on the ground, but still slapping their claws against their cages. The thump seemed to strike at Brewster's heart, and it was the unwillingness of the imprisoned. The girl left with Brewster in her arms, and it took a while for Brewster to recover.