"Hey, the Demon of Greed?" Wicca listened, seemingly confused, "What's that? We don't have such a thing in the lore here...... Is it the devil who obeys greed? I thought this thing would crawl up from hell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"After all, this is just a legend, and it is impossible to know whether it is reliable or not. Beverly shook her glass leisurely: "The abyss is very mysterious. Moreover, many mysterious events will be related to the abyss. The content about it is not so auspicious, it is better not to talk about it. ”

"Speaking of which...... I remember. Wika saw that Beverly also poured him a glass of wine, and hurriedly accepted it in deep thought: "Hmm...... It is said that there was an abyss puppeteer in this area before and killed a few people. The academy and the Boer Empire's guards sent men to chase him, but let him escape. ”

"Hell Puppeteer?" Beverly suddenly became energetic, "Are you sure it's this person?"

"Isn't it the Abyss Puppeteer?" Wika was puzzled.

"Hmm...... Actually, it's all one person. Beverly roughly explained: "Although Hell and the Abyss are two forces, this guy claims to be from both sides at the same time"

"That guy is amazing?" Wicca's curiosity seemed to be aroused again, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Hmm...... It's not very convenient, little brother. Smiling slyly, Beverly poured him another glass of wine, "But you can touch your head as compensation, do you?"

"Forget it, forget it. He blushed a little and turned to refuse.

Hell Puppeteer...... Stroking the dormouse that had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, Beverly looked at the liquid in the wine glass and pondered quietly: what was he doing here?

Not knowing what happened to Mad Dogs, Beverly was surprised by the appearance of the Hell Puppeteer.

And this also made her heart tighten and feel bad.

I don't know if it's because it's approaching winter, Beverly feels a little chill in her back. So he summoned his cloak and put it on his body.

With the cloak in it, Beverly remembered a trick that the best Ihildian Assassins would use: the Cloak of Shadows.

This is a combination of summoning magic and shadow. The effect of the spell is to drape one's body over a cloak of shadows. During this time, it is immune to shadow magic, illusions, and toxins. And it can ignore some of the weaker pure magic.

In fact, pure magic is really the weakest in general. Everywhere there are means to deal with it. Physics magic is the most difficult to deal with, and there are few effective strategies to deal with it.

Ihild Assassin ...... I've dealt with them a lot...... Beverly squinted her eyes and thought to herself: if the Puppeteers of Hell were here, then the Ihildes should have noticed it too. This group has always had a relationship with the Hell Puppeteer, and once they learn of where he appears, they may send someone to investigate.

It's really rewarding to come to this village...... Beverly is getting more and more excited: if I'm lucky, I can do several things at once!

You can ask the Bard about the eyewitness testimony of the Black Mist Blood Cult and find the traces of the Hell Puppeteer. At the same time, you may also be able to meet the man named Salander, Aya.

But Aya must have left, so she probably won't see her again.

One after another, another guest walked into the tavern. And the merchant seemed to have made enough money and was getting together with two humans and an orc to play mahjong.

I'm so hungry...... Touching her stomach, Beverly's thoughts were interrupted, and she began to sigh helplessly: It's been nearly an hour, hasn't it?

The more I think about it, the more hungry I become, so why don't you eat some more square bread...... But this kind of bread is not good without jam and cream. However...... If you smear it with jam and cream, won't it take over your stomach?

After pondering for a moment, Beverly decided to endure it a little longer. The dragon hunter's rapid energy consumption and the desire to eat in moderation were constantly bothering the silver-haired woman. Obviously, she can't get fat because of the energy consumption caused by dragon blood, but Beverly just doesn't want to completely lose to the appetite.

...... I don't want to be like Alice and Charlotte, who eat like hungry dragons. I want to be elegant!hmm!

From this point of view, perhaps she is suitable to become a disciple of the Light and Shadow Holy Sect.

I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry...... Beverly pinched the sleepmouse that had just woken up and was still dazed, and gently pressed its shriveled belly, feeling a strong 'compatriot feeling': My stomach is so hungry......

Dormice seem to wake up hungry. So he shook his body and began to bite Beverly's finger lightly and beg for food.

This dreamy dormouse loves to eat sweet things the most. Usually in the wild, they mainly eat a very sweet berry. Naturally, it's good to feed sugar cubes directly after getting a pet.

Stroking the dormouse, Beverly lovingly took out the candy cone, held a piece of candy between her fingers, and stuffed it into the dormouse's mouth. It squinted its eyes and swallowed it with its mouth open, swallowing it directly into its stomach.

As a result, I choked because I swallowed too quickly. The candy cube seemed to get stuck in its throat, causing it to lie in the palm of Beverly's hand, shivering violently. Seeing that something was wrong, she hurriedly cast a spell and slapped it on the stomach, directly causing the sugar cube to fly out of the mouse's throat.

The dormouse kept gasping for air, and it took a while to get better. How to look at the round body is so funny.

Huh...... It's so cute...... Carefully feeding it a piece of candy again, Beverly wondered: how could there be such a cute creature in the world?

Looking at the big "November 1st" written on the hotel's calendar, Beverly couldn't help but start to sigh: It's about to snow here...... It's winter from November, and many people are busy making the last reserves for winter. It's almost late November, and the snow will start to fall.

It's better to be in these places. The snow in the Permafrost is too big, too much.

I can't stand the snow every day.

The dormouse's belly bulged, and he was lying on his back in Beverly's palm, stroking his bulging belly with his paws, and fell asleep again. Because it's so cute, Beverly, who has a budding spring heart, keeps poking her fingers at its belly and has a lot of fun.

As soon as she played like this, she forgot for a moment how hungry she was.

Sure enough, the decision to keep my stomach was quite wise. After playing with the dormouse for a while, the steaming roast bear was finally served, and Beverly's eyes lit up. However, the shape of this thing surprised her a little.