Following the guidance of two zealous guards at the gate, Barrett made his way through the bustling human village.

The stone pavement of the town's main road is fairly smooth, and the evergreen cypress trees are planted on both sides of the street, making the town look full of life even in the bleak autumn. From time to time, horse-drawn carriages loaded with wine barrels pass by the streets, and the hooves of the horses step on the stone pavement, making a pleasant, rhythmic "tapping sound".

Most of the shops here are related to wine and its surroundings, with a variety of pure and blended red and white wines lining the window shelves, as well as pine and oak barrels, as well as a wide variety of wine utensils.

It seems that this human village called 'Antoine's Wine Cellar' is indeed a major source of alcohol, Barrett thought to himself. It's just that I don't know if this person named 'Antoine' is the original founder of the town.

Barrett recalled the guards' words as he stepped forward on the stone path. A young woman in front of him walked by with a half-year-old baby in her arms. The baby in the young lady's arms, who was still chuckling cutely, suddenly began to cry loudly after inadvertently glancing at Barrett, much to the embarrassment of the brute.

Four or five young girls gathered around the stall of a middle-aged dealer selling blush, lip gloss, and glass jewelry, bowing their heads and happily picking and choosing among the colorful colors.

Barrett subconsciously glanced at the paving as he passed, and the middle-aged merchant immediately took out a well-packaged crystal bottle and stuffed it to the brute. The merchant said that this was the best perfume he had here, whether it was for his wife, lover, or for himself, it was quite good.

Barrett hesitated, but politely returned the crystal bottle.

Two wagons full of vegetables and a wagon loaded with fruit collided in front of Barritt, and although several coachmen and horses were fine, many of the fruits and vegetables such as pomegranates, citrus, turnips, and potatoes on the cart fell to the ground.

Many pedestrians on the road stopped to help pick it up, and Barrett was no exception. He helped the two vegetable carts pick up a lot of pumpkins and beets, but he also left a golden bell pepper to put in his mouth and bite into it.

As the bell tower rang four times in the distance, Barrett finally reached Old Phil's residence.

It was a rather strange building, and the door of the house was not only wrapped in heavy iron sheets, but it was also sealed with steel bars. The same is true of the windows on both sides, where the sturdy oak planks are nailed layer after layer, and many sharp spikes are nailed in reverse to prevent climbing and prying.

The building is surrounded by thorn bushes, and if an adventurer from the Bay of Pigs or the Garano neighborhood came by, they might think that this is a lovely place for people to live.

Had it not been for the guards' reminders, Barrett would have never believed that the building was inhabited by living people. However, with the help of two guards, he already knew what to do.

Barrett turned and came to the back of the building. The situation here is not much better than the front, but at least the narrow back door is not sealed. The guards said that this was the only door to enter the interior of Old Phil's residence.

He cautiously slipped through the thorn bushes and knocked on the back door of the tin wrap. The barbarian was worried that the old man, who was already in his nineties, would not be able to hear the knock on the door, so he knocked hard many times.

"Stop, don't knock again, you devil, my old Phil is not a deaf man who can't hear anything!" came a grumpy and loud voice from the room, "Who are you?"

Devil Bei, "the adventurer of the city-state of Muya." Barrett replied, "Are you Phil Pike? I'm here to assist you on a mission from your nephew, Steven Pike." ”

"How do you know Steven is my nephew?" asked the man in the room.

"Uh....... "This old man has a pretty quick mind," the guard at the gate told me. Barrett told the truth.

"Don't trust them, don't trust anyone in town!" said the man in the house, "and everyone here may be a believer in the devil, everyone. Except for me!" added in a stern voice, "Hmph, those devils will never tempt me, absolutely! Even if I am given soft clouds to eat, I will not give in!

"What did you say?" Barrett frowned.

"What? What did I say, I said that no one but me could be trusted!" the voice repeated.

There seemed to be something else just now, "And do these people include your nephew?" he asked casually.

"Of course!" the voice replied categorically, "not me, not Pomegranate, no, Pomegranate!

"I want to ask, if your nephew is also a believer in the devil, then why would he help you issue a mission?" the brute asked triumphantly. It's hard for him to have such a time to rely on his intellect to feel comfortable.

"You idiot don't even know that, because he's my nephew. The voice said confidently.

...... Well, the reasons are unassailable. What am I telling someone in his right mind?, Barrett felt secretly annoyed.

"Can you let me in first?" he said, changing the subject to something meaningful.

"Let me see your task parchment!" the voice demanded, "And the rainbow! Let me see the rainbow, no, it's the parchment." ”

I can only show you one of them, and the other is powerless. Barrett complied, pulling out the parchment for the mission. And then? He pointed the parchment at the back door of the house, somewhat uncertainly. So that the people inside can see?

"Go to the front. The voice demanded again, "Main entrance!"

Isn't the main gate sealed? Barrett obediently returned to the main gate with a full of doubts. He noticed that the pet door under the main entrance was slightly propped up with a small slit, "Stuff the elephant in, no, I mean parchment." Stuff the parchment in. "Voice command.

Alas, this task was not destined to be too easy, but for the sake of the 100 points of soul energy, Barrett endured. He shoved the task parchment into it as the voice asked.

After a while, the voice rang out again, "Go to the back door." "Don't let me see anyone else, or a bee following you!"

Alas, the barbarian looked around resignedly, making sure that no butterflies or bees were following. He rounded the thorn bushes again and came to the back door again, "Can you let me in this time?"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of several locks and latches being opened. This sound lasted for more than a dozen heartbeats, and the back door was finally opened through a crack, "Hurry in, you strong cat, be careful of the hyena crushing your throat." ”

Is he talking about me?" Barrett sighed inwardly again, reluctantly opened the back door, and reluctantly walked in sideways.

The interior of the room was not eerie and gloomy, in fact it was much brighter than the barbarian had imagined, because the pendant on the ceiling was inlaid with several stones that were constantly 'brightened'.

When Barrett entered, he saw an old man with shriveled and gray hair standing in the middle of the hallway, holding a pure black cat in his hand, and four pairs of eyes were shining at him.

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