There was silence in the tavern, and Claire and the others looked at each other, their eyes wandering around the tavern, but they didn't notice any monster that Wilder was talking about.

The two of them looked at each other at the bar, and the atmosphere of death and solemnity permeated.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Wild?" Barrett was silent for a moment, as if digesting Wilder's words, before speaking.

"Hahaha! Just kidding! Today I listened to Mr. Barrett's legend about those monsters, and suddenly I wanted to scare you on a whim, sorry! I'm sorry! ”

Wilde was indeed joking, the people in the tavern all had eyes, and it was clear if there were any monsters at a glance, what was it not a joke?

Right...?

Barrett made a relieved expression when he heard this, and raised his head to show a helpless smile: "I have to say that Mr. Wild, your goal has been achieved, and I am really frightened." ”

The tavern was a little lively, I don't know if it was because of Wilder's acting skills... It's still Barrett's, and I don't know if he's acting, but all in all, the solemn atmosphere disperses.

Only Claire and the others have a lot of hearts, they know that Wild must have a purpose, otherwise Ah Xin will disappear and he will not sit here and talk to people.

Monster...

A few people were thoughtful.

Yves, Beckon, and Claire kept their eyes on everything in the tavern, but in the end, it only showed that Wild was joking.

"Is there anything in the bar?"

Just as the atmosphere returned to normal, Wild, outside the bar, said something that made people calm down again.

……

The smile on Barrett's face narrowed a little, and the eyes that looked at Wild and Wild had a different meaning.

"I think about it, and I always feel that Mr. Wild was not joking when he said it, so ...... What exactly is Mr. Wild's purpose? ”

"I should have asked you this sentence." Wilde took a sip of wine, a shadow cast around his eyes, and squinted at him expressionlessly: "What is Mr. Barrett's purpose?" ”

The tavern fell silent again, the crew had put their hands on their knives and guns at their waists, their eyes fixed on Barrett at the bar.

Barrett glanced at it, not paying attention, and turned his head to look at Wild.

"I'm sorry... I don't have a purpose for living here, and if anything, I probably want people to be real. ”

"Real?" Wilde smiled with interest.

"Yes, what does Mr. Wild think people need to be real?"

Barrett's voice had a strange taste, and his eyes swept over everyone, and for some reason everyone felt a chill on their bodies, and the original warm feeling in the tavern no longer existed.

"I was originally a nobleman." Without waiting for Will, Barrett continued, his voice filled with suppressed excitement: "I was born to enjoy privileges and riches that most people do not have. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you told me in the evening that you were an ordinary businessman." Wild interjected.

"Yes." Barrett didn't deny it, and nodded: "That's after that, before that I was a nobleman, you know, Mr. Wild, on the sea, people are most disgusted with nobles, I mean those lowly commoners, they are disgusted because they don't, maybe they have more reasons to refute, but all this comes down to just because they are not nobles, therefore, they hate us as nobles."

Like, two partners who originally got along well gradually realized the gap between each other in the process of growing up, then they would be estranged, and then the lowly side would have an unbalanced psychology, then hostility and disgust, and in the end it would be harm, you know what I mean? Mr. Wild. ”

"The commoners hurt the nobles, they designed the nobles, and pushed the nobles off the noble seats, so, you say that real people, are they as ugly and evil as they are?

Human nature is sinful! Real people are sinful! So, I hope that there will be no more designs and disguises, and wouldn't it be better to expose the sins of Chiguoguo?

No matter what happened to them before, their essence is the same! Vice! Including me! Of course... And Mr. Wilder, too! I naturally forgive those who can't find their sins, so I give them a chance, and I turn them into evil! ”

The low, hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, and Barrett unconsciously added a hint of this voice as he spoke, and Wild felt that the voice was familiar, like the roars of the monsters in the jungle before.

Barrett said and looked at Claire in the tavern: "This young lady, you are so hypocritical, you want to pity an old woman today, don't you?" But you are too hypocritical, the real you are actually evil, but you don't find it, I can help you and make you realize your own evil. As he spoke, Barrett opened his eyes, which had been squinting, and a black mist lingered in his eyes, and he seemed to have lost his cool.

"I don't want to hear your Barrett, now... Tell me everything you really need to know about this island. Wilde lifted Barrett up and looked at him coldly.

Barrett looked down at Wilde and suddenly showed a weird smile: "I am a nobleman, and then I became a businessman, I almost died, I discovered my own evil, and when someone takes the initiative to touch me, he will be as evil as me." ”

The evil whisper seemed to come from hell, Wild's pupils flickered slightly, and the throbbing of his soul once again appeared, and the feeling intensified the longer he grabbed Barrett.

"There will be a story on this island, a story that covers up evil, let me keep those who are ready to meet evil, there are too few people, I need to keep them with stories, otherwise they will be suspicious, just like you are left.

If there is no story, will you be suspicious? You will wonder where the people of this island have gone, you will be afraid, you will flee! The night is my world, and they will fall in the night. Like them, be one of the evil! ”

Barrett was like a madman talking wildly at this time, and although he was caught by Wild, he still didn't make any other moves, just stared at Wilder alone to staring at everyone in the tavern, and his low and hoarse words were like chanting some kind of incantation, and gradually, there was something more in the tavern.

At some point, a black mist drifted in the air, wisps of it, converging from the invisible to the tangible.

A hoarse and low roar roared, and the quiet tavern was unaccustomed to warmth, and a slight coolness rose from everyone's hearts.