Surprisingly, however, this Yatales was far more gentle than he looked, and he didn't care about Aesop's gaffes.

"These undead are also here for the Festival of God Slayer?"

Lou Cheng pointed to a assembled monster not far from him.

"Of course not, how can these lowly breeds have such blessings? They were called to build the altar. ”

Aesop glanced disdainfully at the ugly assembler.

"Altar?"

"Yes, there is now a lot of construction of altars in various areas of the Sky City.

I heard that Lord Islanya was going to make a sacrifice to the great goddess Carmela through the altar on the day of the Slaughter Day.

It must be quite spectacular! ”

Aesop's face was full of reverie.

Offering sacrifices to Carmela on the day of the Slaughter Festival?

Lou Cheng's face became extremely strange, what kind of operation is this?

Islanya's brain burned out? Was he demonstrating against Carmela?

In ancient times, the kingdom of Yatales did have a tradition of performing sacrifices when they held the feast of the god butcher.

However, the targets of their sacrifices were the previous kings of the Kingdom of Yatales, and it was Islanya who was the target of the main sacrifice.

Now that the festival of God Butcher is held, it is natural that Islanya cannot use himself as the target of the sacrifice.

But choosing the sacrifice target as Carmela, the goddess of death, is too much...

Sacrifice to Carmela, the goddess of death, on the feast of the god of slaughter, do you want to sacrifice to the god or to slaughter the god?

Are you threatening Ms. Carmela?

Could this be Islanya's counterattack to Carmela's séance to Garoya Tales?

In Lou Cheng's mind, a half-human high-end, cute and cute juvenile version of Islanya crying, punching and kicking the beautiful and moving Ms. Carmela.

This picture ......

I can't bear to look at it, I can't bear to look at it.

This Islanya can't be so childish, right?

Lou Ben himself didn't know all about Islanya, but he had absorbed a lot of information about Islanya's deeds in the memories of Ganya Tales.

All of this information shows such an obvious fact.

This is an extremely forbearant old yin, and such a childish act will never appear in Islanya's body.

"That's a little weird..."

Lou Cheng muttered to himself.

"Is there anything strange going on in Hexland these days?"

Lou Cheng looked at Aesop, who was secretly looking at Xiao Xie, the Killing Bone Demon who was standing beside him as a maid.

This guy has a silver glint in his eyes, and it doesn't look like a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still some things to learn from this guy, or if it weren't for keeping a low profile to avoid giving his enemies the opportunity to attack him, Lou Cheng couldn't help but want to kill this guy on the spot.

Well, especially when this guy is still a little handsome.

"Hey, what about you, are you deaf?"

Lou Cheng's tone was a little impatient.

Aesop was immediately alarmed.

"No... No, except for the fact that it's a little messy because of the addition of these, everything else is normal. ”

Aesop hurriedly replied.

Damn, what's wrong with me? Isn't it just a girl who is wrapped in a dead body and can't even see her face clearly?

How could the chain fall at such a critical time?

Isolt looked at Lou Cheng nervously, until he realized that this one didn't react in any way.

But this Mistress Gnayatales is ugly!

As a city warden, Aesop has seen many adults of the Yatales family.

Although there is a big difference in the appearance of these Yatales, there is no doubt that they are all handsome men who are pleasing to the eye.

Well, it's just a little bit worse than Aesop-sama.

But the one in front of you—

This is simply a dehydrated octopus monster, and even a glance at it feels guilty.

Is this the price of being a lich?

Aesop complained to herself.

His eyes were once again on Xiao Xie, who was standing beside Lou Cheng.

Although this beauty wrapped herself tightly, she still couldn't hide her hot and amazing good figure.

The vampire clan has always been a race rich in beautiful women, and female vampires are famous for their hot bodies.

But Isolt could swear by his little brother that there was no woman of his own race who could match the one in front of him.

Although most of them are almost hidden under thick clothes, just looking at her exposed hands is refreshing.

What kind of hands are they?

Small and delicate, slender and lush, the most attractive thing is the skin of her hands, the white and flawless skin.

The Banshee Clan has always been known for their fair skin, and Isolt also had a few good friends in the Banshee Clan who could be honest with each other.

But that kind of whiteness is more or less strictly speaking, it exudes a kind of uncomfortable whiteness.

But the skin of the person in front of him is a white that exudes infinite vitality.

Oh my God, as an undead creature who would use the word "life", Isolt couldn't help but feel a little guilty about herself.

But he still couldn't help but set his eyes on the mysterious beauty again.

"But this beauty is not the legendary corpse concubine?"

Aesop froze.

He had always been confident in his charm, and although the environment was not right, Isolt still instinctively used the radio wave eye technique to constantly send messages to the other party.

But until now, there has been no response from the other party, which is like a real corpse.

No... No way...

Suddenly, Isolt felt an extremely strong sense of crisis, and he found that one of the strong, mountain-like undead puppets who had been quietly guarding the adult's side had a terrible red light shining in his eyes, a red light full of murderous intent as if it was about to eat people.

Finish... It's over, it's going to die, it's going to die, it's really going to die this time!

Isolt immediately understood that her actions had caused the displeasure of the Adult.

Damn, this beauty is also something you can tease with?

Save oneself! Save oneself! Be sure to save yourself!

I need to show my worth as soon as possible.

Aesop's mind was running wildly, and she blurted out one sentence: "Actually, there is another thing that seems strange..."

The sense of crisis is gone.

The hoarse voice of the adult came from his ears: "Tell me about it." ”

"It is said that thousands of garbage are dying every day in the slaughterhouse as a result of fights."

"Slaughterhouse? Litter? ”

What's that?

Aesop hurriedly explained, "Lord Islanya has set aside the southwestern part of Hexland as the residence of these lowly people, and we are used to calling it a slaughterhouse.

As for the garbage..."

Lou Cheng nodded and motioned for him to continue.

Seeing that Lou Cheng was interested in this, Aesop became more and more fluent the more he spoke.

"I have a friend who works as editor-in-chief of the Daily Flyer and I heard her say that every day there are mass brawls in the slaughterhouse, and thousands of people die every day."

The Flyer Daily Lou Cheng had heard that it was a magical newspaper for the inhabitants of Hexland, and it had a very good authority.

Gnayatales was a loyal user of the daily newspaper when he used to live in Sky City.