looked at the white night and fell silent.

Akmund suddenly panicked: "Pavilion Master, I won't eat too much, I will refrain from it." ”

In his heart, the level of delicious food was at least a commodity in the junior VIP area of the Trading Pavilion.

I was afraid that Bai Ye would be reluctant to let him join the trading cabinet because of "too expensive consumption".

Let him, who has no "money", can only go back to hell to eat something-

The lava roasted flesh was charred and stone-like, and unknown slugs were covered with spiky leaves.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

After eating the "delicious" of the trading cabinet, who wants to go back and eat that garbage!

Akmund was a little nervous, waiting for the Trade Pavilion Master's answer.

If the pavilion master does not agree, the reward of 10,000 points of power and wealth is estimated to be only available for another three or five days.

Even if the rewarded goods are taken out and sold, they will be mixed for another three or five days at most.

From then on, he Akmund would go back to hell and continue to eat things that could not be called food at all.

Hell is not a good place.

Barren, chaotic, disordered.

All kinds of demons are born quickly, grow quickly, and die quickly.

The so-called civilization is a "civilization of war", which fights and attacks each other almost all the time.

Trade?

Very little, not systematic at all.

It is in the most primitive stage of bartering – or rather, exchanging people for people.

You help me kill that succubus today, and I'll help kill that fire demon tomorrow.

Demons never accumulate any wealth, and if there is wealth in hell, does magma count?

If it doesn't count, it's rock.

Rather, some demons have learned to make hard rock into weapons, and that's it.

Akmund was just lucky enough to pick up the trade order and sell a weapon that was hard enough to be heavy enough to get some power value.

He is strong and really strong, and poor is really poor.

It wasn't that Akmund didn't think about playing by the rules of hell.

But the devil is chaotic and disorderly, but it doesn't mean stupid.

Akmund could feel the power of this trading pavilion master, and if he really messed around, he might not be able to eat delicious food in his life.

When facing the white night.

Instead of having the idea of "playing by the rules of hell", Akmund chose to follow the rules of the Trading Cabinet.

"Actually......" Bai Ye thought for a while, and felt that it was better not to deceive this honest man who wanted to eat something good—no, it was an honest demon, "Those delicious things are not expensive, but they are especially expensive in my trading pavilion." ”

Akmund was stunned for a moment.

"It's just for eating, other worlds, in fact, are very cheap, you have a 100 power value is enough to eat for a while." Bai Ye said.

"Yes, is that so?" Akmund asked.

In the Trading Cabinet, he had relatively little contact with other people.

Even in human form, the appearance of a demon is too obvious.

Most people are wary of races like demons and devils.

"yes, that's it." Bai Ye said.

"Then I can eat here for a long time, right?" Akmund was as happy as a demon of more than two hundred tons.

"Of course, no." Bai Ye said, "The food in my trading pavilion is so expensive, I don't like to buy it." ”

"......" Akmund's joy vanished without a trace.

"If you don't join the Trading Cabinet, you can find a rich guest from another world and let him take you to his own world." Bai Ye said, "At least you can have a good meal." ”

"What about joining the Trading Cabinet?" Akmund asked.

"Join the Trading Cabinet." Bai Ye laughed, "You can eat all the food of the endless world!" Become the first foodie among the demons! ”

"It's done!"

Akmund said, originally following the pavilion master to have meat to eat.

Now that I'm following the pavilion master, there are all kinds of meat to eat, do you still need to think about it?

In this way, Akmund became the surrogate of the White Nights.

I found Cobot and explained the responsibilities and abilities of the agent.

Akmund nodded frequently, opening the door to a new world.

"By the way, do you have a dream of becoming a chef?" Bai Ye asked.

Maybe it's "the demon who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good substitute"?

Or maybe it's a demon master, a food demon, a demon spirit, or something?

"No, Pavilion Master." "I'm just a diner, and I don't want to be a cook at all," said Akmund honestly. ”

It's cool to eat, but it's not necessarily cool to cook.

Akmund was not pretentious at all.

"Well, Copote, take him to Lars." Bai Ye said, "Lao Ke, you are a representative of the pioneering type, go and learn the basic operations from Lars's seniors." ”

"They're all pioneers over there."

"By the way, there are a lot of battle maniacs over there who like to fight, seeing that you are estimated to fight, you don't have to scruple, just don't kill people, this is called meeting friends with martial arts, no need to have a psychological burden." Bai Ye said.

"Okay."

Akmund smiled heartily.

"Let's go." Colbert reached out and put his hand on Akmund's arm, and both disappeared at the same time.

As a first-level agent, Akmund naturally would not be given any authority in the trading cabinet by Bai Ye.

Sending away the foodie demon, a person appeared in front of Bai Ye again.

It was the one who wanted to trade with the White Night.

He was still dressed in armor, but after the battle, the armor on his body had been somewhat damaged.

Probably after the game, the flame bearer didn't have time to change the armor on his body.

"Pavilion Master."

The flame bearer saluted respectfully to the white night and briefly introduced his identity.

In other words, he introduced some of the names he gave himself - Delfit.

Aside from this name, the flame bearer has only one identity as a "fire bearer".

Origin or something - does it count as pushing open the coffin board and crawling out of the coffin?

White Night watched as Delfit took off his helmet.

Beneath the helmet was a face as pale as a corpse, with no sparkle in its eyes, and the occasional movement of the eyes showed that it was a "living thing" rather than a dead person.

Bai Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

Last time, this Delfit didn't look like the living dead he is now.

This time the action was a little faster and more aggressive than the last one.

However, both in speech and tone, they tend to be "wooden".

Bai Ye still remembers the last time this person excitedly took out the portrait of the fireproof woman and asked everyone if they were going to spread the fire.

As a result, he suddenly changed from a hot-blooded middle two teenager to a dying old man.

The person is still the same person, but the feeling is completely different.

"What deal do you want to make with me?" Bai Ye asked.

"I would like to ask the Pavilion Master to go to my world and spread the fire." Delfit said.

The world of Delfit, similar to medieval Europe, follows the style of Western fantasy.

It is rumored that in the whole world, civilization originated from fire, and it has a very glorious history, and it was once as strong as a cloud.

But after countless years, the flames began to die out, and the dark abyss reappeared, engulfing the entire world.

The living beings also gradually lost their vitality and wisdom, and gradually changed in the direction of the "living dead".

In order for the flames to continue to burn, and not to let the abyss swallow the earth.

Countless strong people used their souls as firewood to keep the flame burning.

In this way, generation after generation, the people who threw themselves into the flames were called "salary kings", which actually symbolized firewood.

To put it more bluntly, it's firewood.

The so-called meaning of passing the fire is naturally to throw those salary kings into the flames that are about to be extinguished, so that the flames will burn again.

"Didn't you find anyone last time?" Bai Ye asked curiously.

"Actually, in my world, there are often 'outsiders' entering it." Delfit said.

The outsiders in his mouth are naturally "traversers" from another world.

"And this kind of operation?" Bai Ye smiled and said, "No wonder you didn't act like an aboriginal last time. ”

Being able to take out the portrait of the fire-fighting woman (the leader of the fire transmission organization) to attract others to the legend is not something that a simple and unpretentious aboriginal can do.

It turned out that it was damaged by the traverser.

"But those people have failed." "Eighty-seven thousand four hundred and fifty-six names are engraved on the tombstone of eternal death. ”

These people are all outsiders and traversers who died on the road of spreading fire.

"If what I know is correct, your world, people are killed, but they don't die, but they will be resurrected at a special campfire nearby, right?" Bai Ye asked.

"yes."

Defy nodded, "But the immortality of the body does not mean that the spirit is immortal, and every time you die, you will eventually become a walking corpse." ”

"Are you too?" White Night looked at Delfit and understood why he was so different from the last time.

De Fei nodded: "Yes, the flame is about to be extinguished, the space has been shattered and chaotic, and the passage that was originally connected to other worlds has also been broken, and there will be no more outsiders to help spread the fire." ”

The "barriers" between worlds are some of the most formidable barriers.

Some are "infinite" distances, and if there is no means, or "speed" is not up to the requirements, they will not be able to cross this distance or break down barriers in their lifetime.

In the world of Delfit, space has been completely disordered.

It was already difficult for outsiders to enter, and he was fortunate to get a trading order before that.

Only then did he have a "window" for him to continue to contact the outside world.

Find more flame bearers.

There are very few "living people" in the original world.

"Since it's a deal, what can you give?" Bai Ye said.

He has some interest in spreading fire, but as a businessman, he still has to follow the principle of not going through the empty door - no, trading to make money.

You can't come to an immortal to let yourself spread the fire, so the white night will go to spread the fire.

He wants to make some money, and that's not negotiable.

Even if the fireproof girl comes, it's the same.

There was something similar to a space bag on Defit's body, and he reached behind his waist and touched a large number of scrolls.

"This is my world, called miracle magic." "Whoever uses this scroll can perform a powerful miracle. ”

It is equivalent to a "firearm weapon" in magic.

Whoever you get, you can use it.