Barrett had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was dressed in azure leather armor, sitting on a battered wooden bed, holding the intact sword, the Iron Bride, in both hands. At the end of the spectrum, the flames in the fireplace danced softly, and figures moved back and forth by the fireplace.

Along with the figure moved, there was a certain girl's chatter and complaining. The girl's voice flickered far and near, high and low, ethereal, and unreal.

Barrett tried to turn his head to look at the girl, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the body in the slightest. He couldn't control himself, and his eyes could only stay on the sabers in his hands.

The weight and feel of the saber made Barrett miss it a lot, as if it were connected to his own blood. The scene in front of him was similarly familiar, but when and where did it happen? Barrett struggled to recall, only to find that he could not recall the wisps of memories associated with it.

At that moment, a figure by the fireplace slowly approached from the edge of his vision, and a pair of gray boots appeared in front of him. The two boots split slightly, and one of them gently tapped the floor, revealing the displeasure of the boot owner.

The girl's voice rang in her ears again, this time closer, but Barrett still couldn't make out what she was saying.

Immediately afterward, he noticed that his body was slowly sitting up straight, and his gaze began to move upwards automatically. Looking up at the somewhat old pale blue dress, Barrett finally saw the girl who spoke.

But the girl's face was very hazy, like a pond with rain dripping constantly. The ripples on the surface of the pond obscured everything, except for the red, which was still bright and charming, attracting all his attention.

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When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he was covered with a cracked red-black rock overhead. Turning his head to the left, a humanoid white bone with a few ribs missing was sitting quietly in the corner, staring at himself silently with his empty eyes.

"It looks like I'm still alive, still in this damn prison. Barrett sat up to herself, and found her limbs sturdy in handcuffs and shackles.

"Where do you think it would be? "The voice of the soul merchant 'Elvis' came from next door, "Some tavern where you can get drunk and dream to death, or that place that can be called 'home'?"

The word 'home' was unfamiliar to Barrett. "When was I sent back?" he asked the Soul Merchant, "No, you happened to fall asleep again this time?" ”

"Two days ago. The Soul Merchant replied, "I saw it very clearly when you were brought back this time. Your injuries were severe, bleeding all over the floor, and you lost consciousness completely. Those two devil jailers just threw you in a cage and left you to fend for yourself. I thought you wouldn't make it, but I'm sad for a while. After all, it's not easy to meet a friend who can chat casually with a normal heart. ”

Wounds? Yes, I'm hurt, very badly! Barrett remembered what had happened in the interrogation room.

Recalling the details of the killing of the Bone Demon Inquisitor, the barbarian smiled with satisfaction. Then he looked down at his body, and found that it was covered with various scars, large and small, which at first glance looked shocking, but all the wounds had actually scabbed, and it should not be long before they could be completely healed.

The subsequent effect of the vial was still quite extraordinary, and a third of the troll's recovery ability was constant, saving his life once again. Barrett was now grateful to the strange apothecary named Jorell.

It can be seen that the old man is definitely a genius in the extraction and fusion of magical materials, he extracts the characteristics of trolls very thoroughly, and through the assistance of other materials and alchemy, he "perfectly" integrates them on the drinker.

If you have the chance to go back, be sure to thank the old man. Barrett thought, by the way, to ask him if there is a way to counteract the side effects of the potion,......

"There are fewer and fewer people in this cell. Elvis continued, "Hunter has moved out of here, or died in the arena, and who knows, he didn't come back anyway. And Martin's lad has been on the verge of collapse these days, and I could still hear him banging his head against the wall yesterday, but today he didn't make a sound at all. ”

Turning to look at the other side, the cage was empty. Barrett looked again at where the young prisoner was, but found no sign of Martin, who seemed to be hiding in a corner where no one could see him, as usual.

"Martin, Martin!" Barrett shouted twice, but there was no response, and the young man did not know whether it was life or death, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Didn't I tell you why you were so badly injured? If the devil asks you a question, you just have to answer it calmly, and don't think about concealing and resisting, it will be useless, it will only increase the suffering. The Soul Merchant sighed and said, "But whatever the Inquisitor 'Damaseth' wants to know, no one can hide. ”

"Is it true that you told me before that if the devil dies in hell, it will not be possible to rise again?" Barrett asked in a deep voice.

Of course, it's no secret. Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows this, even the youngest son of my former coachman's lover's neighbor!" replied the soul merchant, "why did you remember to ask this?"

"Just want to confirm one thing. The barbarian said indifferently.

"I didn't get it. Elvis didn't know why, "What exactly do you want to confirm?"

"Confirm whether the dead Bone Demon Inquisitor will be resurrected again. Barrett sat down against his 'roommate' and slowly closed his eyes, ready to regain some energy and think about something.

You know, thinking is quite laborious.

"What are you talking about?Which Bone Demon died?The one who judged you?Could it be Damaseth, the 'Secret Strangler'?" the Soul Merchant's tone was full of confusion and surprise, "It's impossible, it's completely impossible!!"

Barrett didn't explain anything, because it was unnecessary. He was wondering why he was still alive, why the devils hadn't killed him after killing the Bone Demon Inquisitor and so many devil jailers, and why did they still want to torture and torture?

After a moment of silence, the soul merchant reluctantly asked again, "Is Damases really dead?"

"Why should I deceive you?" Barrett asked with her eyes closed, "I don't know the name of the bone demon, but I can be sure it's the prison inquisitor." ”

There was another silence, and the soul merchant knocked on the wall, "Tell me who killed him." ”

"Me. The brute replied briefly.

"You?huh, it's impossible, you're like this, how can you kill Damases?" the soul merchant didn't believe it at all, "Is your brain tortured??hallucination?or conjured up the plot of you to kill him?"

Illusions?hallucinations?Barrett opened his eyes, frowned, and mentally remembered the whole thing. Our barbarian adventurer had indeed hallucinated many times before, so he was really a little worried about this speculation of the soul merchant at this time.

After verifying the details many times, Barrett shook his head and denied, "It's not a hallucination, I'm definitely going to kill that guy." ”

"Then why did the devils allow you to live?" asked the Soul Merchant, the question in the barbarian's mind.

"That's where I wondered. Barrett touched the already thick beard on his chin, "With your knowledge of the devil, help me guess why." ”

"Assuming you kill Damaseth?"

"I did kill him!" Barrett stressed, "It's not a hypothesis, it's a fact!"

"Well, well, if you do kill Damasais and the devils don't kill you, then the most likely reason is that some of the devils don't want to kill you. ”

"What kind of bullshit reasoning is this?" Barrett was unhappy with the answer, "Why don't some devils want to kill me?"

"Quite simply, because it, or they are vested interests in the whole thing. "Who is going to profit from this?" I think the most obvious one is the new inquisitor. You know, this position is extremely important in 'Mantiri', because it can know many secrets that no one else knows, and maybe one secret may bring a huge number of souls. ”

The new Inquisitor?

"As far as I know, several Dukes of Hell under the second-tier lord 'Dispat' must want their subordinates to get this key position. The more the soul merchant talked, the more excited he became, "and with the devil's harsh attitude towards losers, I don't think it's likely that the new successor is in league with Damaseth." As long as it's not a gang, there's a high probability that you'll be the opposite of that guy! You know, the devil's Grand Duke Dispar has always been known for being calculating, cautious, and more and more paranoid. So under his 'leadership', the relationship between those Dukes of Hell is not very good. ”

"Are you conscious that the new Inquisitor doesn't want me dead?" Barrett asked again,

"It would be more accurate to say that he doesn't care if you live or die, that's why they send you back and leave you to fend for yourself. The Soul Merchant replied, "But I think the biggest reason you've been able to take office as the new Inquisitor is that he's definitely going to meet you." Moreover, that day should not be too far away. ”

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