The door to the cell opened and closed, and a bruised Barrett sighed and slammed himself on the straw mat. Then he clutched his chest again, bared his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, damn it!" He slowly changed his comfortable position, closed his eyes and prepared to rest for a while.

At that moment, a small voice sounded in his ears, "Where's the meat, master?" the childish voice asked. Accompanied by the sound, something was constantly rubbing against his cheek, as if urging.

"Not this time. Barrett grabbed the little creature crawling on top of him, tossed it aside, rolled over and turned his face against the wall, and went on with his sleep.

"But, didn't you say you'd come back with meat every time?" said the thing as it slipped through the hem of Barrett's placket and up the neckline, clawing through the messy beard on his chin.

Alas, the brute reluctantly opened his eyes and grabbed the meat ball that was pleasing him in front of him, "Not this time!" he accentuated his tone, "If you're hungry, go to sleep, next time...... Next time. "Anyway, the golem can't starve, at best it's just dormant.

"Will you be able to bring it back next time?" asked the meat ball persistently, "yes, yes?"

“...... It should be ok. I mean, if nothing else. Barrett didn't want to give an affirmative answer.

"So, what is an accident?"

I'm tired right now, the ribs in my chest may still be a little cracked, and I just want to take a good rest, "It's an accident like this one." He said casually, "No one knows if it will be an accident next time, at least I don't know." Okay, don't be noisy, let me sleep for a while, and wake me up if the meal comes. ”

He let go of his hand and let the ball fall to the ground, then closed his eyes again.

The dirty, smelly straw mat gave Barrett an inexplicable sense of relief. He needed to rest, and the previous gladiatorial fight had taken away too much physical strength, leaving him feeling tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

"Oh, okay. Barrett heard Meatball say in a dejected voice, "I'll wake you up, master, and get some rest." He heard the little guy stumble behind him along the wall, as if he had burrowed back into his roommate's cranial cavity.

But just as Barrett was about to fall asleep, another voice woke him up, "Hey, my friend, I heard you. The soul merchant next door said happily, "You're back alive again, it's good, tell me about the whole process! I'm bored to death during your absence, the new guy never says a word to me, just mutters something to the side, like a prayer." ”

Alas, I just want to get some good sleep. Barrett didn't say anything, and he decided to ignore the other party.

The soul merchant knocked on the wall a few more times, hoping to attract the attention of the barbarian, "You say, does he expect anyone to get him out? Is that person a mage or a god? might as well talk to me, if this guy wants to be like you, he will ...... I mean a message, a message!" said in a hoarse voice, "Someone who brings a message to someone on the main physical plane, maybe I can help, and it's free!, you know, in the multiverse, it's hard to find something truly free!"

"Are you talking to me?" Barrett didn't open his eyes.

"Who else could it be?" the Soul Merchant retorted, "Is that talking rat over there?" I do want to talk to it, but you've told me that this thing called the Flesh Golem eats people, and you haven't fed it in a long time, so I'm worried that if I provoke it, it might suddenly swallow me. You must know that as long as it is a golem, no matter what kind of golem it is, it has a common characteristic, that is, it does not care about the life or death of other creatures except its owner. ”

Barrett opened her mouth and was about to say, "Don't worry, this thing is very obedient and won't do this." But then he thought about it, if the meat ball was really hungry, maybe it would really swallow the soul merchant, and the new, never-talking, unknown prisoner together. He remembered that during that brawl, the meat balls had actually swallowed the other gladiators.

Let's tell the little guy for a while, save yourself unnecessary trouble, Barrett nodded in his heart. Maybe it can find a way to go out and find food on its own, anyway, it looks like a rat now, and it should be able to slip out through the crack in the door when the food delivery devil opens the door.

At the thought of this, Barrett had other thoughts. Real rats can make holes, and so can flesh golems? Flesh Ball has said that it can change its form at will, maybe, I can think of a way to do this, even if I can't get myself out of this prison, but maybe it will have other effects.

The brute slowly sat up from the ground, and he was a little refreshed again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, my friend, did you hear that?" the soul merchant's voice came again.

"I heard it, it was as real as the crow of a crow. Barrett replied angrily.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be happy, but the first two times you came back alive were pretty happy. The Soul Merchant asked curiously, "Besides, the last time you boasted to me that you had killed a Centaur Samurai, your tone was quite proud. ”

"I'm not happy because you disturbed my sleep!" the brute complained loudly.

"Oh, is that really the reason?"

"......" Barrett was silent, not knowing what to say. When will I have the ability to see through people's hearts? He hates this kind of people.

"My opponent this time is a paladin. The barbarian whispered, "A very old paladin. ”

"It's pretty rare. The Soul Merchant said, "I haven't seen a real paladin before, and I've only heard one thing about them. In that case, there was a paladin who seemed to have killed everyone in a village in the desert kingdom of Takara. However, it was later discovered that the people of the village seemed to have made a pact with the devil, and that their souls, as well as those of their descendants, had been sold to the devil. ”

After a pause, the Soul Merchant continued, "When these villagers die from generation to generation, their souls will all go to hell. It's like we humans are raising pigs. And how many generations that contract will affect, I don't think anyone can really know except the devil who signed the contract. It was quite a sensation at the time, haven't you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of it. Barrett shook his head, "When?"

"I think about it, huh...... , probably 60 or 70 years ago, I can't remember the exact year. I've heard it from my peers, too. The soul merchant replied, "By the way, the tax collector who first found out about this matter couldn't stand the stimulus and resigned directly." At first, the Desert Kingdom thought that some bloodthirsty robbers had caused this tragedy, and made great efforts to eliminate many sand bandit groups in the territory, but the real murderer was not found at all. In the end, I asked the high-level mages of the association to take action and use the 'time trace' magic to really investigate the entire incident. ”

"So, the paladin's purpose in doing this was to slaughter all the pigs in the 'pigsty' and just let the souls of one generation go to hell, so that the descendants of those villagers would not suffer the same fate?" Barrett asked again.

"Who knows what that paladin thinks, anyway, people in this profession have not had normal brains since ancient times. However, there is something special about the profession of a paladin. The Soul Merchant said, "Killed by them...... Oh, and it's not quite accurate to use the word 'kill'. It should be said that the soul of those who are 'purified' by them will not enter hell. ”

"You mean to say that the paladin was right to do this?"

"Hey, I didn't say that. The soul merchant flatly denied it, "It's not my turn as a merchant to judge whether it's right or wrong. However, in my opinion, it is everyone who wants to live, no matter what the final outcome is, at least it is our own choice. ”

"It also includes the selection of offspring in advance?" Barrett disagreed.

"Hey, at least they'll be born and live the same life as normal people, the same natural death. Maybe they will live a better life than ordinary people! And after death, who cares so much. ”

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