Cooked meat does not make up the body of a 'ball of meat', and neither does frozen, decaying flesh.

In any case, these inactive tissues are not worthless, because the meat balls can "eat" to replenish the energy necessary for activity like normal organisms. This alone proves that the Flesh Golem is much easier to "raise" than those metal Constructed Body Golems. The latter has to eat high-purity magic crystals.

Barrett sat cross-legged on the ground, chin in one hand and some leftover four-fingered demon claw in the other, teasing the meat balls on the ground rather boredly.

The devil's claws resemble wolf claws, but they have retractable membranous webs between their fingers. Some liquid, not known if it was blood or grease, kept pooling on the paws and falling down the longest finger drop by drop.

Beneath the fingers, the mouse-like ball of meat stands up, its two front paws fluttering in the air to keep its body balanced. It opened its mouth wide and caught every drop of liquid that fell.

However, Meatball doesn't seem to like this slow, hungry way of eating. It jumped up and down, trying to bite the half-cooked devil's claws hanging in the air, but every time the ball jumped high, its owner, Barrett, would raise his arms again with bad intentions, leaving it to pounce in the air without gain.

"You said that the paladin who fought with you in the arena didn't seem to be doing his best?" asked the soul merchant from next door.

"Yes. Barrett nodded subconsciously, "Although his attacks are very sharp, and there are several times when I even die directly under his hammer as long as I dodge half a second, but I still feel that he seems to have reservations." His attack ...... way," the brute pondered how to describe it, "as if he didn't want to win the fight." ”

As he spoke, the ball of flesh below seized the opportunity and leaped up like a spring, directly on top of the demon's claws. Immediately afterward, its body reverted to the appearance of a gelatinous monster, spreading rapidly over the food through fluid, and even the two fingers that Barrett was holding on to the food were directly wrapped in it.

"Holy!" the brute cursed under his breath, and shook aside the ball of flesh wrapped in food and his fingers. He looked at the little guy who was squirming on the ground, and after a few seconds, he felt that this way of eating was really a little disgusting, so he turned his face away from observing.

"That paladin is powerful?" the Soul Merchant asked again.

"Pretty impressive!" replied the brute in the affirmative, "he's very experienced in combat, and he also uses some glowing attack spells. However, the damage of those spells is not too strong, and the light hitting the body does make people feel a little stinging, but after the sting, it is inexplicably a little comfortable, and I don't know what the real effect is. ”

Barrett recalled, "But that guy can grow bare wings and fly into the air, and he can use some kind of unknown healing technique like a priest. I had pierced him in the knee during the fight, but the guy just put his hand on his knee and stopped for a few seconds before he was able to move freely. ”

"You say his name is 'Darren'?"

"Yes, Darren, at least that's what the devil introduced. Oh, and I'm referring to the annoying noise that keeps buzzing over the arena, and who knows exactly who the owner of the sound is. Barrett said, "What's wrong? What's wrong with the name?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel like I've heard it from somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while. The Soul Merchant replied, "You say, could he be the one who slaughtered back then...... "Ahem, I mean purify, purify that paladin in the desert village?"

"It shouldn't be that coincidental. Barrett wasn't convinced.

"Haha, I think so. The Soul Merchant smiled and said nothing more.

There was silence in the cell for a moment, save for the faint 'cooing' of the meat balls as they devoured their food, and the never-ending whispered prayer of the new prisoner in another cell not far away.

In such a quiet and eerie atmosphere, Barrett could not help but fall into memory. He still remembers all the details of his battle with the paladin.

It was the hardest battle the barbarian had ever fought since he fell into hell, and the worn-out and shattered plate armor on the opponent's body was as hard as brand new steel armor when covered with a golden-red light, while the pair of half-rusted swords in his hands were not suitable for armor piercing, and even parrying the opponent's war hammer was extremely difficult.

Not only that, but even though he used his agile pace to hurt the opponent through the gaps in his armor, the paladin could heal himself through spells, so the whole battle was like the one with the centaur, and Barrett spent most of his time just moving and dodging.

Did the paladin really keep his hand? he recalled the questionable details, as if they were.

When he was accidentally hit in the chest by the opponent's war hammer, flew directly out seven or eight meters away and fell to the ground, and lay on the ground without stopping, the holy warrior did not rush directly and lose himself, but waited silently in place, waiting for himself to get up with a sigh.

Similar situations more than once, if the opponent really seized the opportunity to continue to attack, Barrett believes that although he will have a follow-up response to avoid dying, but a few rather serious injuries can not be avoided.

And the final direction of the battle is likely to become another result because of these extra injuries.

Why did the paladin keep his hand? Is it because his special professional nature does not allow him to chase after him in battle? Or maybe he doesn't want to kill himself at all?

The pointless speculation made the barbarian even more puzzled, and no one could know what the paladin was thinking.

Eventually, the long battle drained the old paladin of his last bit of strength, and Barrett vividly remembered the elusive and mysterious look on the paladin's face when he slit his opponent's neck.

It's like guilt, it's like relief, and it's like there's great satisfaction. The corners of his mouth were raised, his lips were slightly open, and his eyes were focused on nothingness, as if he were smiling, and as if calling for something.

......

At this moment, the iron door of the compartment, which was covered with spikes, suddenly sounded an obscure and piercing "creak" of opening the door.

Who would come over at this time when the meal had just been delivered and not long after the gladiatorial battle had ended? Barrett wondered a little. Are there new prisoners?

He looked sideways in the direction of the iron gate, and saw several barbed demon jailers leading a familiar guy in.

The guy was a little fat, and he was dressed in fine silk robes, and the dark red robe was decorated with many fine ornaments and tassels, and the style was quite luxurious. A slab-decorated jeweled belt encircled his bloated belly, and the three red, blue, and purple gems on the front of the belt were the size of eggs, revealing his wealth.

And what is familiar to Barrett is the face of this guy. His face was covered with bandages with words, revealing only a pair of eyes that shrewd, like a soul merchant.

As soon as Barrett thought of this, he heard the caller shout, "Elvis, my friend, where are you?" and his voice was as strange hoarse as the Soul Merchant.

"Here, Bertram, my dear friend, here!" the Soul Merchant replied in an equally high pitch, "Oh my God, you're finally here!"

The visitor swept past Barrett and walked next door, "Look at you, it seems like you're doing well." He quipped.

"Not bad, but barely interesting. The soul merchant replied with a smile, "Since you're here, it probably means I can go out, haha." ”

"Unless, of course, you want to stay here for a while. After the comer finished joking, his tone changed again, "The mistake you made this time is a bit big, in order to make up your huge ransom, I and a few other guys in the Chamber of Commerce have been working hard all this time!"

"There will be compensation, there will be compensation!" the Soul Merchant's determined tone made the comer quite satisfied, and in the midst of this warm and beautiful conversation, the Barb Demon Jailer opened the cell door and released the Soul Merchant.

"It's finally out!" Elvis said with emotion. As he walked past Barrett's cell, he turned to look at the brute, "Hey, Barrett, my friend, I'll get your deal done as soon as I get out, and I'll take a chance to inform you no matter what the outcome is." ”

"Thank you!" said the brute sincerely. The soul merchant had taught him a lot of things during this time, but he didn't give anything, just chatting with each other in his spare time, so the barbarian was quite grateful to this mysterious cellmate covered in bandages like a mummy.

"We soul merchants will definitely work hard to do what they say, and credibility is the foundation of our existence!"

After a brief goodbye, the iron door of the cell was locked again, and silence fell back into the cell, even the prayers of the new prisoners and the cooing of the meat balls as they devoured disappeared.

Barrett sighed. The deathly silence made him feel a little lonely. He finally realized the "boredom" in the mouth of the soul merchant, and it was really not a good feeling that no one spoke, especially in this claustrophobic environment.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something rubbing against his ankle, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was a meat ball. Barrett looked down and noticed that the shape of the ball had changed slightly, and the little thing had changed from a slender and somewhat strange-looking mouse to a fat, fat, short-limbed hamster.

......