Before the Fall, the soul cannot be squeezed out of special energy by the devils. This is just one of the many well-known things that soul merchant 'Elvis' told Barritt.

And the devils don't need to eat to stay alive at all, they taste food or drink just for a sensory pleasure. However, the devil jailer in the prison will still provide food for the prisoners on time, after all, starving prisoners are only worth one soul, and the value of living prisoners will have infinite possibilities, at least no less than one soul.

Lunch (or maybe dinner or breakfast) is a rather sticky, tawny soup with ingredients floating in it that don't come from a discernible source. There are gray leaves, the skin of an unknown creature, and a few claw-like pieces of flesh.

"Is this really edible?" Barrett frowned, stirring the bowl of gagging soup in front of him with a wooden spoon.

"At least you can't eat the dead, you can rest assured," Elvis replied from another cell, accompanied by the sound of a 'suck' as he drank the soup. And the human named 'Hunter' on the other side also picked up the soup bowl and drank it silently.

"Don't you feel sick?" Barrett asked.

He has been an adventurer for so many years, has experienced countless dangers, and has hovered on the edge of life and death many times, but he rarely treats himself badly in terms of food. Except for the first few years, he was relatively rusty, and after that, he always tried to satisfy his appetite. When you don't have money, you go to the wild to hunt a rabbit, and it's good to have a bad beer.

"Where do you think this is, my friend, a tavern where you can order whatever you want?" asked the soul merchant, "this is the devil's prison, and the human dungeon is similar to this. ”

"At least humans will provide rye bread. Barrett muttered quietly. Although the bread is mixed with wheat bran, it is still stronger than the bowl of soup in front of you.

"As long as you don't think about what's in it, don't look at it, and drink it with your eyes closed, the taste is acceptable. Elvis said casually.

"There are no humans, elves or anything like these pieces of meat in it. Barrett asked again, and then he added, "At least you have to tell me there are no humans." Otherwise, he would have vomited even if he drank it.

"I didn't expect you to be quite hypocritical. The Soul Merchant's tone was a little sarcastic, but it still explained the barbarian's doubts, "I can only tell you 'not necessarily', but the probability is extremely low, almost close to zero. Most of these food materials come from the remains of the first layer of hell after the great battle, so I think it's more likely that it's some part of a demon's body. ”

"The flesh of the demon?" Barrett was a little surprised, "can ordinary people eat it?"

"Why not? It's the same when it's cooked. Elvis said very casually, "What else, starvation?"

It's the same when it's cooked? Barrett reluctantly picked up the soup bowl and took a sip with his eyes closed. I don't know what seasonings are put in the soup, it's very choking, and it has an indescribable stimulating taste, it's not spicy, and it's not anything else. And the soup is not hot at all, but after drinking it, it makes his esophagus and stomach feel like it is burning.

But when he took the second sip, these sensations began to fade slowly, until finally he couldn't taste anything at all, as if he was drinking a bowl of cold water.

The soup was drunk cleanly, but Barrett couldn't eat the meat inside, and the thought that it was actually demonic meat made his stomach feel very uncomfortable. When he put the bowl down, he found that the Hunter on the other side was frowning and observing himself with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?" Barrett asked. Although he didn't eat the meat, he kept a claw with long nails in the bowl, ready to remove the meat from it for other use.

"What are you?" said Hunter, looking the brute up and down.

"What do you mean?" Barrett was a little confused.

"What race are you?"

"I'm human, just like you. ”

"Human? hehe, I haven't seen a human with light green skin. Half-bloods, half-bloods with orcs?"

"you!" the barbarian burst into a foul mouth angrily, and threw a piece of meat in the bowl through the barbed fence, "You TM are orc hybrids, Lao Tzu is a purebred human, Nord!"

"No wonder ...... Nords," Hunter picked up the piece of meat on the ground and gnawed it off without care, "Then when you go back, you should ask your mother if she has ever been to a barren land alone." Then he added meaningfully, "If you can go back." ”

Barrett didn't choose to scold the other party. He stood up silently, walked over to the bone, reached out and broke one of its ribs, and threw it back at Hunter's head.

The ribs went through the two dirty spiked fences at great speed, and went straight to Hunter's front door with precision. The latter dodged sideways when he was hit by the ribs, but the ribs still cracked out from the wall, causing multiple wounds on his face, one of which was deeply embedded in his neck.

"You want to kill me, you half-breed brute!" Hunter yelled at his feet, carefully pulling the bone fragment out of his neck.

And Barrett leaned over and broke the two ribs of his 'roommate', ready to throw it again, he believed that this time the other party would definitely not be able to dodge, absolutely!

"Hey, hey, hey, my friends, don't argue, don't argue! do you want to lure the jailers in to torture you?" Elvis's hoarse voice came, "everyone has just finished the soup, don't let the demonic confusion and belligerence affect your sanity. Relax and you'll be fine in a while. ”

Is it the influence of the soup? Barrett did feel that his emotions were a little chaotic, and he also had an irrepressible anger in his heart. Although the other party's words were a little ugly, they didn't want to kill them. In the Bay of Pigs, this level of swearing is actually quite common, and Barrett has long been accustomed to it.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, "Didn't you say there was nothing wrong with the soup?" he questioned the Soul Merchant.

"No problem means that you can't eat the dead. "And I also said, 'What else, will you starve?', and you won't drink it if there's a problem?" and then shouted for the devil jailer to change a dish for you? Let me think about it, how about a red braised beef brisket with Qingting wine? A piece of strawberry cake after dinner? I don't know if you're satisfied. ”

Barrett was silent, unable to argue.

"And Hunter, haven't you drunk it many times, why are you still so impulsive?" Elvis criticized the human on the other side.

"I'm just kidding him, but this guy wants to kill me right away!" Hunter grumbled, pointing to his bleeding neck.

"A little bleeding is nothing, anyway, you already have a lot of injuries on your body, not bad for that. Elvis said indifferently, "Everyone is human, and we should support each other in trouble." ”

"Cut, I'm human, that's all too clear. But you two, hum ......," said Hunter dismissively. "One of you is green like an orc or a goblin, the other is covered in many bandages like a mummy, and God knows what you are. ”

"I look like it's a side effect of some kind of drug. Barrett explained in a deep voice, "This side effect will slowly make me transform into a forest troll, but I am indeed a human. ”

"Troll, I hope your body doesn't smell like a troll, it stinks enough. What about you?" asked Hunter towards the Soul Merchant, "I asked you before, but you didn't tell me. ”

"Well, I mean, although we are friends, we should also keep our own secrets. Elvis sighed, "It's hard enough to live, so what about knowing these secrets? Maybe Hunter will die in the arena one day, and his soul will be reincarnated as a bad demon, maybe Barrett will be tortured for all his value and his soul will be reincarnated into a bad demon after his soul falls, wouldn't it be nice for everyone to have a happy casual chat before that?"

"Is the end that awaits us already predestined?" Barrett asked, dismayed.

"Not really. The Soul Merchant added, "If you, Barrett, were only you, and were made a semi-purgatory creature by Hell before your soul fell, then the devil might send you to the never-ending battlefield of the first layer to be cannon fodder, because the soul of a semi-purgatory creature is worthless." And Hunter, because he signed up for the 'Dis Arena', so his final outcome is to die there and become an inferior demon. ”

"Can't I win freedom from the arena?" retorted Hunter.

"With your strength, tsk......" Barrett could imagine the soul merchant shaking his head, "I've seen many guys stronger than you, but none of them made it out of the arena alive. What's more, the freedom you can win there is limited, and you can't leave the city of Dis. Even if the devils let you do whatever you want, you still won't be able to get out. Because, the space of this city is infinite, and you can't go anywhere without a teleportation circle or a special guide. ”

Barrett saw Hunter lying down depressed again, facing the wall, and no longer spoke.

"What kind of arena is that, and how do you sign up for it?" he asked the Soul Merchant, "What's the point?"

"What, you're interested, too?" Elvis said in a tone full of curiosity.

"I feel like I'm still a little bit skilled. The brute said confidently, "Maybe you will get that limited freedom." "At least keep me away from this disgusting soup.

"It's good to have confidence, but ...... Forget it, everyone has their own way to go. The soul merchant said with emotion, "You just have to wait now, and when the devil pulls you out to be tortured, you can just say it to the devil who tortured you." ”

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