The attic-turned-watchtower not only has observation holes for peeking out, but also some powerful throwing weapons, half-ripe tomatoes.

On the table next to the observation hole is a bronze three-branch candlestick and a spread notebook. The notes were not blank, and most of the page was written in neat font.

Barrett took advantage of Old Phil's attention to return to the street outside the house and stole a glance at the note. Then he saw something like this:

"3/45/52 (what kind of calendar is this, Barrett didn't understand). Outside the street, Athena had said while chatting with her friend Clara, 'What do you think of my new black fox coat?', but the fact that the coat was made of wolverine was a wolverine skin that anyone who hadn't had their brains sucked by a spider could easily tell the difference. ”

"Lies and vanity have brought this woman one step closer to depravity, and I would love to throw raw onions directly into her mouth and give her a moment of peace. But I can't, I can't, because I'm running out of raw onions, and I'm going to have to make soup out of them. If there were no onions in the soup, it would be a hundred times more terrible than the end of the world, so I might as well let the 'hourglass' eat me, because both of these things will happen sooner or later. ”

"But luckily, tomatoes can also be a good salvation, and I have a lot of them, and I can save a lot of people. My throwing level didn't regress, and two tomatoes hit Athena's head and coat respectively. The ungrateful woman shouted at me, 'Ah, my clothes, damn it, you hellish old madman!' and she must have been knocked out in the head by a tomato to say such nonsense. After all, I'm not crazy at all, and I'm not old. ”

"The Hourglass once told me that I would live to be four hundred and sixty-two years old, but that was too long for me. I'd be too much to halve after halving, if it weren't for the ......"

"What are you doing? Old Phil's voice suddenly sounded from the barbarian's ears.

"No, nothing, just a casual look!" Barrett quickly looked away, pretending to be calm and looking around, finally focusing on the roof of the watchtower, "There's a spider there." He pointed to a cobweb in the corner of the roof and said, "Do you need me to help you get it out?"

"Clean-up? no, that's 'Able', it's the guard here, and it's in charge of protecting me. Old Phil said, "I advise you not to provoke him, or he will suck you up at all." Able is so powerful that even butterflies and bees are no match for him, and by the way, ants. Yes, ants are the worst of all! They want to destroy my castle, so I need Able to help me destroy them all. ”

Is the old man in front of him really having a mental problem, or is he having an unusual personality? Barrett looked at the other party's bloodshot eyes, and he couldn't judge in his heart.

Behind Old Phil, Barrett saw a somewhat familiar building directly across from the observation hole. If I'm not mistaken, he was the first devil in his life that he saw in that building, and he killed the other party with his own hands and led out a Duke of Hell, and finally started an inexplicable entanglement with these purgatory creatures.

He remembered that most of the building was directly blown apart by a high-ranking mage who rushed to hear the news, and directly exploded with a terrifying elemental incarnation, but at this time, he didn't see any damage, and it seemed to have been repaired.

"If there's nothing to do, just leave. Old Phil suddenly began to chase people, and I don't know if he noticed Barrett's peeping behavior. "Do you still want to have dinner at my place?" ”

I haven't even eaten lunch yet, "Is that okay?" if you don't mind. Barrett asked cheekily.

"If you contribute the 'dough' on your shoulder, I wouldn't mind making you a chicken pie. Old Phil put the black cat in his arms on the diary and covered the contents, "Everyone has something they are good at, and what I'm good at is making chicken pie, listening to sounds, and breathing!"

"Breathe?" Barrett didn't quite understand.

"Yes, if you do something regularly, you will become very proficient. "And I've been breathing almost every second, and I've never stopped since I was born, so I'm the best at that! You may not know, but just now, I breathed about thirty or forty times." You certainly don't notice this, sometimes even myself. Because what we do best is often the thing we tend to overlook. ”

It's all inexplicable words, "That's really powerful, haha, haha." The brute smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, get out of here, homeless cat. This is not your place to live, and you should not be here. Old Phil looked at the brute with a blank face, "I don't need your help now, and you don't need my help either, at least for now." ”

"Can I ask you one last question before I leave?" Barrett became serious.

"Ask, a dull cat can only become smart by asking more questions, and although this method will not be very useful to you, it should be done anyway. Because problems, like seeds, cannot be buried. No matter how deep you bury it, it will eventually break through the ground one day. "So if you want to get rid of it, you'd better put it under the sun." ”

"So it's going to die because of the loss of moisture?" Barrett said tentatively.

"No, I mean, then there's going to be some greedy squirrel coming over and eating it for you. ”

...... "I still can't keep up with the thoughts of this old man with a very different spirit.

"Tell me, what the hell do you want to ask?" said old Phil, who became a little impatient.

"When you were younger, huh...... Maybe it's not that young, maybe it was about forty or fifty years ago. Did you lead some adventurers to a ruin, and what did you get there?" Barrett looked at the black cat 'Hourglass' by the candlestick.

"Ruins?" said Old Phil, frowning, "I've been to ruins before, but I haven't gotten anything. I, like the rest of the group, left empty-handed. His right hand rested on the body of the black cat 'Hourglass' and stroked it gently.

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On the eighth day of Hell's return, the young mage Krees finally found Barrett and prepared to begin dissecting the body of the primeval white dragon.

He was followed by four other men: the Beast Hunter 'Auston', a follower of the legendary mage Timoth, who, like Barret, also holds the title of 'Dragon Slayer', and the Grandmaster Tailor 'Pupato', who is said to be just one step away from becoming a legend;

and the rock giant 'Ruboric', because the size of the primeval white dragon is too huge, so in order to better direct the dragon, it will be Luboric's main sword, and others will assist. As for the last one, there is the famous chef 'Atwood' in the entire city-state of Muya and the floating city.

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