There weren't many customers in the tavern at this time, except for Barritt and his party, there were only three guys who sat far away from each other.

The closest to the barbarian was a humanoid creature wearing a hooded cloak, and Barrett couldn't tell which race he belonged to because of the cloak. There is no doubt that a cloak is a good thing, not only to protect you from the wind and cold, but also to block the gaze of others. Adventurers and travelers alike can't do without it.

The other customer was a thin-looking, purple-skinned old woman. Her robe was covered with pendants made of teeth, skulls, fingers, and other bits and pieces, and on her shoulder stood the dried corpse of a crow with a mouth full of fine teeth.

Although the old woman's long, messy black hair obscured most of her face, Barrett could still see a few deep wrinkles in the gap between her hair, and an amber eye staring at the dining table in a daze.

When the old woman noticed that the brute was watching her, the amber eye turned around and glared at Barrett viciously.

It was a night ghost, and Barrett had heard of this evil creature. They can use their abilities to move between the main physical world and the aetheric plane, and like to straddle each other's bodies while humans sleep, injecting fear and evil into the minds of their victims.

Not only will the victim's life be damaged, but when he wakes up, he will commit some terrible and cruel crimes. The Night Ghost would continue to visit the victim until he died in his sleep. After that, the fallen soul will be collected by the Night Ghost and taken into her possession.

And the third customer who was furthest from the barbarian, the opponent that the needle prick demon said he would face in his next gladiatorial fight, was a tall half-dragon.

Half-dragons generally refer to the first generation of descendants of dragons and other creatures. Unlike ordinary dragon blood creatures who don't know how many generations have been passed down and their bloodlines are already very thin, because one of the parents of the half-dragon must be a dragon, so his body has extremely strong dragon characteristics.

Although the body of the half-dragon in front of him was humanoid, it had a head almost exactly like that of a dragon, and also had dragon-like claws and a thick tail, and even faintly flashed sparks between breaths, and the whole thing looked like a red dragon that had turned into a humanoid form.

After finding a random seat to sit down, Barrett gestured in the direction of the half-dragon with his eyes, and asked the needle stab demon softly, "That guy is my opponent?"

"Yes. The Needleprick Demon nodded, "I originally wanted to tell you when I went back, but since I happened to meet him here, you can find out in advance." The devil paused and continued, "The half-dragon 'Marcas' is well-known in the multiverse, and many people know about him. According to you humans, he should be a wanderer with a sad fate. ”

"Pathetic?

"I heard that Marcas's mother was raped by a red dragon in human form. When Marcus was growing up, his mother instilled in him the idea of revenge, and spent all her money to find various sword masters to teach him martial arts, so that he could seek revenge on the red dragon when he became an adult. ”

"The result?" Barrett said, surprised.

"He succeeded. "Half-dragons have a very long lifespan, and after the death of Marcas's mother, he began to wander alone in the multiverse, constantly searching for the whereabouts of his father, the red dragon. Finally, in the 'Ash Plane' close to the Fire Elemental Plane, he found the red dragon who couldn't control his lower body, and successfully killed it.

"There seem to be some hidden secrets about the hatred and entanglement between Marcas's human mother and the red dragon father, but no one can say exactly what it is. Saige's tone was uncertain, "In short, after completing the goal, Marcus did not return to your main material world, but continued to live a wandering life, and came to the city of Dis not long ago. ”

Sure enough, it's a little sad, "Then why did he participate in gladiatorial fights?" Barrett observed the two long knives that Marcus put on the table, and found that the style of the long knives was a bit special, with a very obvious elven style, "I don't feel like he is like the vampire Lambert, a guy who likes people to cheer for him, is it because of money?"

"Money should only be one aspect. "But I think he participates in gladiatorial fights more to hone his fighting skills." It is said that whenever Marcus goes to a place, he will always try to meet with the great people of that place, which is why he is famous in the multiverse. And in the city of Dis, the battle of life and death in the arena is obviously also to his appetite. ”

While Barrett was talking to the Needle Demon about his opponent, a human male walked out of the back kitchen with a plate. After placing the plate on the 'Cloaker' table, the man came to the brute with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Barrett, I didn't expect to see you outside the arena. The man's face was cleaned and there was no stubble, "My name is Monroe, and I'm the owner of this tavern, what would you like to drink?"

He had seen me in gladiatorial fights, "Anything, boss, really, anything." Barrett touched the messy beard on his chin, "If you know my life in prison, you'll know that even if it's a good wine mixed with poison, I'll drink a drop of it into my stomach!"

"Oh, a glass of wine with poison, I think that's all right. It may not be sold like this in the taverns of my hometown, but in hell, it is easy to fulfill. The tavernkeeper quipped, "I recommend to you 'Virgil's Breath', also known as the Water of Blood Clotted Water, which many devils love, and if you don't believe me, ask your companions." ”

"I haven't drunk 'Virgil's Breath', but I've heard it tastes good. After a pause, the Needle Demon added, "But I don't recommend that you enjoy it, because a drop of this liquid will cause the blood all over your body to coagulate into a gelatinous shape." We devils are immune to most toxins, but you humans cannot. ”

"Hey, I'm just kidding. Barrett was concerned, "A glass of rye beer is fine, huh...... and three more hard-boiled eggs, if you have them here. ”

"Hard-boiled eggs, no problem, but the taste may be a little different from the one you eat in the main material world. The tavern owner cautioned in advance.

"The difference, what is the difference?" Barrett must ask clearly about the food.

"I originally bought a cage of hens from a plane merchant, about 30 of them. They lay eggs every day, which is enough for their daily needs. However, due to the special environment here, the cage of hens continued to die. In the end, only one survived. The tavernkeeper recounted.

"The surviving hen had some strange mutations, so the eggs that came out of it had changed a little bit. The eggs don't need to be stepped on by the rooster and can hatch on their own as long as they stay in the hen's belly for a sufficient number of days. After that, I don't have to worry about the number of hens anymore. ”

You haven't said whether the egg can be eaten or not, "Humans won't have any problem eating that kind of egg." Barrett flinched.

"No problem at all. The tavern owner gave an affirmative answer, "It's just that the taste is a little different." ”

"Let's try one first. The brute reduced the number, "Is there cheese? I mean, the more normal kind of cheese." ”

"Sorry, the normal cheese just ran out a while ago, and it will take three days for the Plane Merchant to come back and deliver it. The tavernkeeper looked apologetic, "but I suggest you try the Infernal Worms fried in flour, which is also quite good with rye beer." ”

"Don't you have some normal food?" Barrett felt helpless.

"You may not know, Mr. Barrett, normal food has a short shelf life in Hell, and Plane Merchants usually only come once a month, so ......" the Tavernkeeper shrugged, "but I can guarantee that the taste is definitely no worse than that of the main material world." It's a rare time to go to hell, don't you want to try the unique food of hell?"

I don't miss the soup in the prison, Barrett scolded. He stumbled upon the food on the Cloaker's plate, and it seemed to be doing well, so he asked, "What's that?"

"Oh, it's stewed with the leg meat of the Demon Hunting Spider and a tuber plant called 'Rotten Parry' from the third layer of Hell's 'Minoros', so it's definitely edible, and it's the signature dish here. "Recommended by the tavern owner.

Forget it, let it go, "Then let's have one." Barrett said. Foodies should be adventurous.

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