If there's anything in this world that makes Barrett feel normal and weird, it's the one thing that's happening right in front of her.

The blue-eyed black cat of mysterious origin jumped out of Old Phil's arms and turned into a galloping black shadow and pounced on him. At that moment, Barrett felt his throat spasm irrepressibly, and the suffocating sensation caused by the closure of his throat was as if he had been torn apart by the four-armed demon ape 'Caesar'.

The brute took a half step back, and subconsciously caught the black cat that flew over, and the latter poked his head into his collar and opened his mouth to bite something hard.

Being bitten is not Barrett's coffin. Hourglass is a black cat with a strange behavior, but it's not weird enough to be that much. Of course, this thing is not difficult to guess, because the hourglass is a "cat" (at least in appearance). What a "cat" wants to catch, naturally, is a "mouse" (at least in appearance).

The attacked 'meat ball' dodged the bite of the 'hourglass' and sprang out of Barrit's collar and galloped all the way to the top of the brute's head.

"Come on, Joey isn't afraid of you, you bad cat!" cried the mouse. With that, it transformed its body into a gelatinous monster, leaping from the brute's head and heading directly at the attacker.

There was a muffled 'snap', and the gelatinous ball of flesh did not stick to the black cat's body, but was intercepted from the air by Barrett. "What the hell is going on, everyone has something to say, don't be impulsive!" he said, holding the black cat in one hand and the dough-like wriggling mouse in the other, with a puzzled face.

And what happened next was even more elusive to him. The black cat, who was still angry just now, suddenly fell silent after seeing the appearance of the meat ball. It stared at the ball of flesh with turquoise eyes for a few seconds, and after a few more sniffles, it broke free from Barrit's grasp. The black cat returned to old Phil's arms with graceful steps, and lay on his stomach with a well-behaved face.

"Not only do butterflies hatch from chrysalis, but they also seem to mutate into moths, or beetles, or ......dough," said old Phil, touching the black cat, "people like dough......, yes, very much!

"What else?" Barrett asked, hugging the mouse.

"Toast, of course. Old Phil said, "Don't you know that, stupid cat." The most important function of dough is to turn it into bread, to satisfy people's 'appetite' and fill hungry stomachs. Of course, the dough alone is not always enough to feed the hungry, so you need to add some other kinds of condiments, such as apples, to turn it into an apple pie. Or chicken, in fact I prefer chicken pie, and I'm pretty good at it. What about you, which one do you like?"

"It's okay, I'm not a picky eater. Barrett said stunned.

"Well, cats that aren't picky eaters will jump higher or fall harder if someone traps your limbs. When Old Phil had finished speaking, he turned and walked upstairs.

What did he mean by that, and what did he mean? Barrett froze at the door for a few seconds before following as he strode along.

"What are you doing here? Old Phil asked without looking back as he went upstairs.

In fact, Barrett didn't know why he was here. Is it a thank you for the bowl of onion and cat hair soup that the other party gave him to drink, so that he has not been contaminated with the slightest blasphemy in Hell for such a long time? Or do you want to talk about some of your experiences and feelings during your trip to Hell? Or do you want to come over and find out about the story that the innkeeper Leslie told the other day?

Barrett didn't know either. He just thought he should come over to see the grumpy old man and the pure black cat he had in his hand called 'Hourglass', for whatever reason.

"Why don't you speak, silent cat," Old Phil stopped, and turned his head to look at Barrett, "have you lost your tongue, your throat, or your heart?"

"I just don't know how to answer. "The barbarian told the truth.

"It seems to be a brain. Old Phil turned and continued upstairs.

“......”

"Have you eaten?"

I've had breakfast, but it's already noon, "Not yet." Barrett said. What? Is this old man going to invite me to eat again?

The first time I came, I ate a very good pan-fried squid whiskers, and the second time I came to drink a bowl of strange soup with unknown effect, what will I eat this third time?

"Hmm. Old Phil didn't say anything more.

An "um" is over?Barrett couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Didn't you say you're good at making chicken pies? I wouldn't mind trying it if I could.

Passing through the second floor and then the third floor, our brute adventurer followed the eccentric old man in front of him to the watchtower (converted attic) on the top floor of the castle.

The old man reached out and opened a small observation hole in a window sealed with iron and wood in the watchtower, and brought his bloodshot eyes to the observation hole to probe the world outside the room. He watched it very intently, and he didn't pay attention to the idle barbarians on the side for a long time.

After being snubbed around the watchtower a few times, Barrett said without words, "Well, I went to hell some time ago, and I met a lot of devils there. He wanted to see how old Phil would react when he heard this, the old man had been very sensitive to the devil before.

"The devil in hell is nothing. Old Phil said lightly, "As long as they don't climb up." If wolves live in the forest all the time, it won't be terrible to search for food that exists in the forest. But if they get to the village or the sheepfold, that's a different matter. ”

The old man rarely said something normal, and Barrett agreed. "Do you remember the bowl of soup that was given to me before, and it probably did something I couldn't have imagined when I was in hell. So I would like to say, thank you very much!"

"Will those who put on armor become invincible?" said Old Phil, a sudden and irrelevant question.

"Of course not. Barrett replied puzzledly, "I think the main thing has to do with the guy in the armor." ”

"Looks like you know that, confused cat. ”

Barrett thought about the timing of his heartbeat, and his eyebrows stretched slightly. Then he asked another question in his mind, "How did you know that I was marked, and in what way?" was the first thing he said when he met old Phil.

How did he know that I had been marked by the devil? Could he have heard it? Barrett remembered that the old man in front of him seemed to have a good sense of hearing, and could hear many sounds that were difficult for ordinary people to hear. The magic apprentice who colluded with the devil was the one the old man asked him to investigate.

"How do you know? It's not easy. Old Phil turned to look at our barbarian adventurer, "Anyone who is not blind can see your mark. ”

"Anyone?"

"Yes, anyone. After the old man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the brute's forehead.

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