The little devil is a cowardly, cunning creature of purgatory. They usually travel to the main physical plane to collect souls in the form of various devil archdukes, hell dukes, or only devil's envoys, and like to lure mortals into falling with all sorts of subtle tricks and encouraging words.

Sometimes, however, the little devil will become a reliable pet of the spellcaster, using his shrewd mind and vast knowledge of Hell to serve the caster, and will give all kinds of useful advice.

Of course, there are sometimes some subtleties to these suggestions. If their caster can discern the plot and punish the imps, it will not only make them less loyal, but will increase it.

The little devil is accustomed to obey the strong, and this so-called 'strong' includes both combat and mental aspects.

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The City of Dis, inside a restaurant called 'Hell Style'.

"Is this the restaurant you found for me?" Kreese asked, stunned as he looked at the food on the table and turned to the little devil guide beside him.

Maybe I should punish you a little so that you can be obedient, the little mage thought to himself. A carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, both are indispensable to be effective.

"Yes, Master Mage, yes!" Fanny nodded, "You want to find a restaurant with hellish characteristics, and this place is exactly what you want from the name of the restaurant, the race of the owner, the selection of ingredients, and the variety of dishes!"

It then went on to explain, "The name of the restaurant doesn't have to be much, and the owner here is a big goblin from the same camp as our devil. Moreover, the ingredients used in the restaurant are completely produced in all levels of the Nine Hells of Barto, ensuring that there is not a trace of the main material plane, and the cooking methods are also similar to the methods we use to torture souls. Aren't these regional characteristics?" After the little devil finished speaking, he put away his sharp fangs and showed an innocent expression.

Well, there's a little bit of truth to what it says, Krees.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, even if he could eat the food of the cavemen in the dark region with relish, the little mage still underestimated the excitement of the 'Hell Feature'.

On the table, a plate called 'Struggle' is a dish of purgatory worms that have been completely scorched in the lower half but the upper body is still wriggling desperately.

A small pot of stew called 'Song of the Wail', beneath the transparent glass lid, a miniature purgatory, with its limbs tied and unable to distinguish its species because it had been stripped of its skin, screamed in pain in the hot soup pot. The Infernal bloodline has given it exceptional fire resistance and heat resistance, so that this hapless creature who has lost his skin will not die for a moment.

A luxurious drink called 'Wonderful Victory' is made by mixing sewage from the swamp of Minalos, the third level of hell, with a tuber plant called magic celery, and the resulting cloudy drink is mixed with the stinking blood of six demons. Before drinking, a little bit of the remnants of the soul shell after the transformation and six drops of red-hot magma from the origin of the diss are added to ensure absolute stimulation on the palate.

In addition, there are three other strange dishes that even the little devil Fanny can't identify the ingredients. One of the plates looks like ogre vomit, but it has a rather romantic name, 'Lover's Breath' (is it the Lover's Breath after waking up in the morning?), while the other plate is a mass of things twisted together to resemble intestines, with a blood-red eye on the top of the 'intestines', called 'Cherry Gets Lost' (with so many intestines, Cherry really doesn't know which way to go).

The last dish called 'One-legged Jony' is a big stick bone of unknown creatures. The stick bones seem to be stewed in sauce, and they smell really good, and they are the only 'food' on the whole table that can make Kreese mouthful. But after being named like that, the little mage felt a little sorry for the so-called 'Jonny'.

Just as Krees looked disgusted and was about to leave the restaurant without a bite, the owner, the red-skinned goblin like most devils, suddenly moved out of the counter and walked slowly in front of him.

Goblins are also a type of goblins, and belong to the cousins of those little green-skinned ones. According to the description of this creature in the book "The Last Goblin", the goblin is actually a new breed of goblin that was researched by the original goblin civilization through special taboo means in order to improve the physical weakness of its own race.

They are stronger, more warlike, and more disciplined than the Greenskin Goblins, and are not only militarized, but also adept at making and using weapons. Almost every goblin is a fairly qualified warrior.

Before the founding of the Magic Empire, the Goblin race existed in the form of legions, and was a very powerful force in the entire main material plane. Moreover, they also have a strong desire to conquer, posing a great threat to other races on the continent, such as humans, elves, dwarves, and even orcs.

However, after the establishment of the Magic Empire, most of the powerful goblin legions were wiped out by the mages, and only a small part of them were driven to the harsh environment of the permafrost tundra to compete with the orcs for living space. However, because it was not as good as the latter in terms of environmental adaptation, it was slaughtered by the orcs.

Even so, there are still sporadic goblins that have survived in all corners of the main material plane, and through nearly a thousand years of reproduction, they can be regarded as a little bit of vitality. Now, along with monsters such as jackals and kobolds, they exist as hunting targets for adventurers.

The landlord of the restaurant sat across from Krees, looking at him with those dark brown eyes, "Why, this Master seems to have some misunderstanding about the food here?"

"Misunderstandings don't work. The little mage casually poked the 'half-cooked, half-raw' worm on the plate in front of him with a fork, "I just feel that what you have here is a bit far from the word 'food'." ”

The big goblin boss was not angry because of such words, he smiled and picked up a worm that fell on the table, and threw it into his mouth, "That's just your human opinion, Your Excellency Mage, the food here is actually very authentic!" the boss said as he chewed. The yellow fangs opened and closed, and the half-cooked worms were cut continuously, turning into flesh foam in an instant.

"Not the perception of 'humans', but the perception of 'guests'. "As an ordinary guest, I find your food here difficult to swallow. ”

"There are many kinds of guests, Your Excellency. The big goblin boss twisted a intestine-like thing with his fingernails, and ate it with a sting, and then an intoxicated expression appeared on his face, "And within the Nine Prisons, the main material plane creatures like us are far from the mainstream. Even if we exclude the vast variety of devils, and count all the creatures of the main material plane as a whole, they still do not rank at the top. ”

Krees understood what the goblin boss was trying to say, but he didn't say much, but waited for the other party to continue.

"Although the devils don't need to eat to survive, they sometimes order something out of desire, and 'Wonderful Victory' is very popular in the city of Dis, even at the high price of two soul coins a cup, there are many devils who will want to taste it, so I recommend it to you. "The same goes for the other dishes." This 'Cherry Will Get Lost' dish is a favorite of the Eye Demons in the city, and 'Lover's Breath' is a must-order dish for the Devil Woman every time......"

The other party finished introducing the dishes on the table one by one, and finally concluded, "What's more, aren't great mages very good at trying new things? We've made many improvements in terms of taste, and even if you taste it with the main material plane creatures, no, with your human taste, it's still quite desirable. ”

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After a meal, Krees walked out of the 'Hell' with his little devil guide.

"Where do you want to go next?" asked Fanny.

"Don't worry, let me think. The little mage stood there and hiccuped, then pointed to a small building not far away and asked, "What is there for?"

The building is called the 'Minalos Worm Tour Registration Office', and it sounds a bit like a travel agency. Krees knew that 'Minalos' was the name of the three levels of Hell, but he had not heard of 'Minalos Worm'. Is there anything special about the worms there that allows people to go sightseeing in groups?

"The place, as its name suggests, was signed up to see the Minoros Worm. Fani said.

"Is that worm any different from the one I just ate?" asked the little mage again.

"Very different, Master Mage. "First of all, the Minamos worm is big, big, big! it's the largest worm in the entire Bato Nine Prisons. Secondly, it can enhance the abilities of mortals!"

"Oh, how, is it still a special god?"

"The Minaros Worm is not a god, but it can strengthen one of the areas you do best. "A strong man will be stronger, a quick man will be more sensitive, and just as a wise man will have a clearer mind." ”

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