【Task Log】

[Investigate suspicious neighbors...... We]

[In this town called 'Antoine's Cellar', Phil Peck often fights alone.] But after so many years, he has long been accustomed to this situation, and uses his strong will to fight against those "evil demons".

However, because of his age, even Phil Peck, who is still "as strong as steel" mentally, is no longer able to do many things by himself as before, and occasionally needs some help from others. It's just that Phil Pike's will to be "as strong as steel" makes Phil Pike not trust anyone in town, he only trusts outsiders like you.

Assist Phil Pike in investigating suspicious neighbors who live around his house until he is satisfied. 】

[Reward: 100 Soul Energy]

[Note: There seems to be a muttering madman in every village and town, and you may gain something by stopping and listening occasionally......]

"You're late, strong cat. Old Phil, who was thin but still tough, said to Barrett in a stiff tone. But his eyes were always on the back of the brute.

Late, though I had been delayed for a day in the Drow Elven Village, Nightmare Beasts were fast enough to make up for it. What's more, there is no clear time requirement for the task.

"I'm sorry. Barrett said perfunctorily, "My brass dragon mount has some diarrhea, so I have to choose to ride a horse." You know, that's it for the fastest speed you can ride a horse. ”

"You lie, cat whose throat was torn open by hyenas, you don't have a dragon at all. ”

"How do you know?" asked the brute curiously.

"I don't smell dragons on you anymore. ”

Are you sure? My boots are from dragon skins, but Barrett doesn't know how much dragon blood is left of the pseudo-dragon he killed.

Old Phil gently stroked the black cat in his arms, "Cat in boots, lies will get you closer and closer to the abyss, when you slide helplessly into the darkness of the abyss, only the onion can save you." Remember, it has to be raw onions!"

"Why raw onions?" Barrett asked. He thought about it according to the old man's thoughts, "Is it because the devil is afraid of raw onions?"

"Nope. "It's because raw onions make the people around you unwilling to listen to you, and the lie loses its due effect." ”

"...... don't try to speculate on the thoughts of a madman, Barrett admonished herself again in her heart. These not-so-normal creatures only have a common language with mages.

"Close the door, tattooed cat. Then lock the lock and the plug, so that you don't miss any of them. Old Phil commanded in an unquestioning tone, "The smell of blasphemy will seep in through those little crevices, and then pollute us into butterflies of all colors." You'll have to eat nectar for the rest of your life. ”

That's not bad, the brute shrugged his shoulders. He obediently turned around, locked the seven locks and twelve bolts on the back door one by one according to the old man's request, and pushed his own initiative.

"Hey, don't do that, pigtailed cat. Old Phil stopped, "It's not as strong as it used to be since the last time that kid Steven had someone recklessly slam this door open. "I always worry that one day, this door will be shattered by the nightingale's feathers. In that case, I'll have to get a new door. ”

No, even if the nightingale fits into it, it won't be able to shake the door in the slightest. Barrett omitted the strange content of the other man's words, "Why did your nephew find someone to break this door open?"

"That kid thinks I'm dead, huh, but I'm still alive and well. It's just that I passed out, a very ordinary fainting, as ordinary as breathing. Old Phil said as he turned and walked towards the room on the left, "People need to pass out, otherwise the brain will not get enough rest, and there will be problems, all kinds of problems." ”

"......," Barrett followed behind the old man, "can't you sleep?"

"Sleep? No, I don't need to sleep, in fact I haven't slept in a long time. For the devil will tempt you in your sleep and make you fall. But if you pass out, there's no way they can do that. ”

What kind of logic is that? Damn, I forgot. Barrett said to himself in his heart, what kind of logic to talk to the madman.

The old man entered the kitchen, put the black cat in his arms on the round dining table in the center, and then reached out to open a cabinet containing various small iron cans on the wall, and reached in to rummage through it, "When you pass out, time will follow your consciousness like a frozen river in winter. It will only continue to flow when you open your eyes. Of course, there is no 'hourglass' in this, he is outside the ice of time. ”

"'Hourglass'?"

"The one in front of you is the hourglass. Old Phil turned his head and pointed to the black cat at the table, "When you pass out, the 'hourglass' will lick your face and wake you up." Of course, if you can't wake up, it will eat your nose, then your lips, your eyes, your cheeks, and finally your ears. Because Hourglass likes to eat crunchy ears the most, it always saves its favorite for last, just like me. ”

Barrett sat at the dining table, frowning at the black cat at the table. He found that from the moment he entered the door, the guy in front of him had been staring at him with those pair of turquoise eyes, without a moment of deflection, which made the brute feel very uncomfortable.

"Have you been bitten by him?" he asked.

"No, these are all things that the 'hourglass' told me himself, and I haven't tried it. "Because I wake up in time for him to lick every time, and then I feel like I've been given a new lease of life." You can also try it if you have the chance. ”

"No, forget it, my brain is well rested, I don't need this. ”

"Not necessarily, 'Isaac' used to be like you, he didn't listen to my advice and always thought he was well rested, but he died when he was eighty-six. Old Phil poked his head out of the cupboard again, and turned to look at Barrett solemnly, "He used to be my age, but I lived to be ninety-seven. ”

He's not as tough as you, and he may not even be able to reach eighty-six if he listens to you, Barrett sneered in his heart, "Hehe, I'm still young, let's talk about it later." ”

"Hmph, whatever you want, I'm afraid you'll be so hungry that you won't even have the strength to catch fish. The sturdy old man stuck his head into the cabinet by the wall again, "I can only let myself be carried into the river by the prey, and then drink water to die." ”

Oh, yes, I'm a cat. After hesitating for a few seconds between the strange drinking of water and the normal suffocation and drowning, the brute chose not to catch the fish.

Old Phil pulled out a tin can labeled with an unknown flower from the depths of the cupboard, unscrewed the jar with both hands, and pulled out a few thick green leaves from it, and put them into the teapot.

Then the old man went to the fireplace made of volcanic rock, added some dry wood to it, and poked the flickering embers with an iron shovel, and when the flame in the fireplace was rekindled, the old man added a few scoops of water to the iron pot on the fire.

Looks like this is making tea for me?" Barrett politely declined, "Actually, I don't really like tea." ”

"No, you must drink!" said Old Phil in a commanding tone, "the cactus water will protect you from the blasphemous aura of the devil, and will allow you to better fulfill the task I have given you." ”

Speaking of the task, Barrett subconsciously became more serious, "Is it a mission to investigate the neighbors around you? are they really acting suspicious?" After the brute finished speaking, he shook his head in his heart. How can I be serious, it's basically just a farce, the nonsense of a crazy old man.

The old man nodded, showing a rare smile, "Very good, seeing that you already have some understanding of the situation, I will tell you all those strange behaviors, and then you will conduct a detailed investigation from house to house." ”

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