With the help of the "Detect Lies" spell, Quest quickly figured out what was going on.

It's nothing new, and the mortals who can come here have basically signed a contract with the devil.

It's just that what happened to Gris is one of the more unlucky ones.

He was a warrior who had been cut in the stomach by the enemy on the battlefield, and just as he was about to die of blood loss and pain, a contract demon who had wandered around the physical plane on a daily basis found the man.

"If I give you a chance to keep living......"

"I do. ”

After a few simple words, a contract is signed, and it becomes the most inconspicuous kind of decoration on the coat of the contract.

In order to save time, but also for cost reasons, the devil did not use healing spells on Gris.

The Contract Demon may have no shortage of surgical skills, and he directly pulled out the broken digestive organs in Gris's abdomen and replaced them with a new pair of intestines - from the miscellaneous pieces of a demon who died on the contract demon's dissecting table.

Is there something missing?

Yes, the word "mercy" is never in the devil's dictionary. When the contract demon performed the surgical operation, he had no habit of anesthesia at all, and the miserable Gris went through a process that was more painful than death before he was reborn.

If there is a chance to choose again, he is afraid that he would rather die directly than agree to the devil's terms.

However, it was too late.

Crawling out of the pile of dead on the battlefield, it didn't take long for Gris to be taken to Bartow by the power of the contract.

Seriously, he didn't show any special talent at the time.

So when he received the assignment from the Blood War Front, the Contract Demon barely thought about it, and filled Gris and some other mortal slaves into the Servant Legion and sent them to the Acid Mist Canyon plane.

Although Gris considers himself a good warrior, among these soldiers found from all over the multiverse, his combat effectiveness is not outstanding, and many of them are stronger and quick-witted.

However, those people may not have outlived Gris. At least among the mortals who arrived in the city of Acid Mist Canyon with him, he was rarely able to see his familiar faces.

The reason is simple. In the early days, Bartow's logistics department didn't have any food at all, and all the mortal servants had to find their own food to fill their bellies, and some even began to hunt other mortals for rations.

Even for mortals from different worlds, mortals from other worlds have a lot of differences from their own people in terms of appearance and form, and eating other intelligent creatures when they are hungry is at most a little psychologically uncomfortable.

But they still underestimated the bottomless abyss, or the polluting power of the Acid Mist Canyon. No matter how they cooked food, even if they directly ate other mortals raw, their mortal stomachs simply couldn't stand the food that had been contaminated by the abyss.

Illness is inevitable.

For a long time, the city was soaked in a dung pit every day, and every nook and cranny and even every mortal in the city smelled of the excrement of those with gastrointestinal problems.

You know, these people are all servants who are responsible for taking care of the dragon legion, and with the dragon's keen sense of smell, except for the black dragon who naturally likes the smell of Fǔ Bài, the other five-colored dragons can't stand the smell of those servants at all.

It is said that a father who was at the top of the Evil Dragon Council and was himself a powerful red dragon above the legendary level, after being carried away by the stench, he went directly to the quartermaster office of the Bartow Expeditionary Force camp and had a friendly and friendly physical persuasion with the quartermaster.

In addition, there were indeed signs of chaos in the city, and the Batzu clan could hardly bear to lose order. Many high-ranking devil commanders of the expeditionary force jointly signed a letter to impeach the higher authorities for the inaction of the logistics support department.

It was only after a two-pronged approach that the logistics support department of the Bartow Expeditionary Force in Aphneras agreed to regularly and quantitatively deliver relatively safe food to this mortal city in the abyss, and never rationed it in sufficient quantities.

However, those foods are just "relatively safe".

Although they were certainly not contaminated by the chaotic power of the abyss before they were transported from the portal, the ingredients themselves were not very healthy, and even many of them were made of ingredients that were impossible to look at directly.

Therefore, many mortals in this abyss city eventually died because they did not have a strong stomach. And these problems are actually nothing to Gris, because he has a demonic stomach.

Even if the food that was previously obtained directly from the Bottomless Abyss, such as the ubiquitous Acid Mist Worms (because of the suppression of the power of order, mortals near Batto's camp do not have to worry about being parasitized by the Acid Mist Worms), Griss had no problem eating them raw.

Since Gris's father was a chef, he himself had mastered some cooking skills, so he began to try to develop various foods in the abyss, at least to remove the pollution in them and make them normal for mortals to eat.

So far, he has developed several dishes that ordinary mortals are able to eat normally. It was with this skill that he was able to get the care of the "privileged class" in the city and become the head chef and staff of the tavern.

The so-called "privileged class" is a specialty of the camp of order and evil, as long as it is in the area radiated by Bato's influence, it is everywhere.

And the "privileged class" of this city, except for a small number of powerful dragon servants who came in later, in fact, the most important members are the mercenaries from the different planes that Quis once commanded.

Because they have a certain combat capability, and the previous "airdrop" operation also confirmed this, they were naturally treated slightly differently by the support department of the Bato logistics area.

At least in terms of food rationing, the canned meat that once made the young blue dragon feel unappetizing was still enough to meet their daily needs, but it was impossible to eat something good.

It wasn't until Gris, like "Shennong tastes a hundred herbs", that he tried to cook the ingredients in the abyss into edible dishes little by little, that these people had the opportunity to fill their appetites.

Therefore, these "privileged classes" will frequently visit his tavern on weekdays, and give it a certain amount of care and protection.

After listening to Gris's narration, Quest understood a little, but a new question arose, "In the dishes you cooked, in order to cover up the smell of some abyssal ingredients, a lot of spices were added, where did these seasonings come from?"

"Some of them are the seeds brought by some people, and the output of planting in the abyss," he heard the young blue dragon's question, knowing that the other party was not only the boss, but also his biggest backer in the future, he naturally knew everything, "There are also those adults who sold it to me, and I exchanged it for finished dishes, and they seem to have a way to buy them from the caravan of the Yugros Demon who occasionally comes here." ”

"The caravan of the Yugros Demon, I wonder if it's an old acquaintance?"

Quest's eyes lit up when he heard Gris's answer, and he remembered the previous shopping experience that had been quite satisfying.

"I really hope they can come soon, preferably with that old acquaintance leading the group, and it just so happens that I have something to buy. Quest thought to himself.