—————

King's Landing, the harbor trade area.

The search in the city was carried out overnight. It is said that at dawn, the operations team of the Sheriff's Department had found the location of the raiders and surrounded the slaughterhouse controlled by the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce.

The "Devil's Stomach" tavern, where Gris has just gotten up. Last night, in order to deal with two drunken drinkers, he had to fight the guys who looked like mercenaries from the south.

Looking at myself in the basin: there was a bruise under one eye and a nose that was tilted to one side. He tried to poke it with his finger, but the bruise ached and his lower lip seemed to be swollen with blood.

However, this does not affect his health.

In fact, after the days on the front line of the bloody war, after all the things in his chest and abdomen were replaced with the demon organs of the lower realm, Gris can no longer be regarded as a normal person.

Not only does he have a stomach comparable to that of a demon, but he only needs to eat a little more to heal his body damage quickly.

Having washed his face with soap and lathering his chin all over it, Gris took out a sharp knife to shave himself. He brushed his hair back, brushed his teeth, and finally rinsed off the remaining soap foam and toothpaste foam on his face with warm water.

"Good day," he nodded with satisfaction as he refilled a basin of water and looked at himself in the basin, "It must start with a good breakfast." With that, he walked out of the bedroom, pulled on a pair of slippers, and staggered down the stairs.

The tavern is only open in the afternoon, and the one-eyed and crooked-mouthed brothers, who work as workers here and are also responsible for gathering all kinds of information in the market, have naturally not appeared in the tavern hall yet.

Gris had to do it himself and make himself breakfast. "Omelette with mead, and a slice of brown bread," he said without hesitation, and he thought of a recipe for today's breakfast.

He then picked up a packet of feed made with cuttlefish bones and sunflower seeds, and walked to the middle of the tavern where the fire pit was. There's also a picky-billed parrot there, which also needs a breakfast.

However, when Gris expertly opened the feed bag and tried to dump it into the bird food can, he suddenly found that the chain that had been used to lock the calf of the "swear king" was now drooping.

The birdshelf was empty. The parrot, blind in one eye but with a spirit tongue, seemed to have torn off its chains and flew out of the tavern. "Ahh

Although the strange bird was not likable, after two or three years of taking care of it, Gris still had some feelings for it.

What's more, it is also a special gift from his apprentice and the partner behind the "devil's stomach", Blue, to celebrate his fiftieth birthday. Lost it like that, obviously not quite right.

While the Half-Demon Tavern owner was still wondering where to find the parrot, it had actually been fighting at least three times in the Great King's Landing last night.

It, or rather he, had just had a day out of control.

There have been many travelers and merchants who have come to the "devil's stomach" to consume before, and they have all wondered why this one-eyed parrot can have such a strong talent for language.

Even if it is only in the field of swearing, but being able to proficiently use more than a dozen languages and scold when opening your mouth is definitely not good for normal people without long-term training. Not to mention a parrot.

The secret lies in the fact that it's not just a parrot: more accurately, this guy is actually a laboratory product that has undergone many soul surgeries.

It, or rather he, was originally called "Foolish Opinion." If the memory is a little better, there must still be people who can remember that they appeared only once twelve years ago and captured the Cyclops.

As a raider created by the Emperor to bewitch mortals and cause chaos, his first mission to resurrect was the unfortunate misfortune of stumbling into a steampunk half-lich with a heart of steel.

After repeated torture, the one-eyed eagle's body was brutally destroyed. In order to prevent the emperor of the time from using a spell to recall his soul and then resurrect it again, Snead simply experimented with his soul.

"On the Feasibility of Soul Castration Surgery", "Soul Elements That Determine the Intelligence of Monsters", "Practical Skills of Spirit Anatomy", "How to Split the Soul of a One-Eyed Hawk Monster" ...... He has made a great contribution to Sneijder's academic research.

After the last experiment, although the soul of the ordinary one-eyed eagle monster is much tougher, the soul of the foolish general is still broken...... Uh, squeezing out the last use value.

The only remaining fragment of his soul could not be used for other complex experiments, and if it was made into a soul prism, it would definitely become a defective product. So Sneijder simply used it to supplement his previous theories, which were basically confirmed.

"On the Feedback Effect of the Soul on the Body" - a whole new set of data has been added to the soul transfer experimental data of hundreds of creatures - the soul fragments of the foolish opinion of the robber have been implanted into the body of a parrot that has been removed from the soul.

The parrot, which was originally healthy and has excellent eyesight, has become a one-eyed parrot. And thanks to the clever tongue technique of soul-binding to the one-eyed eagle, this one-eyed parrot has an extraordinary talent for language.

It's just that, due to his humble personality traits, his talent is only used in the field of swearing and sowing discord.

After the experiment, the parrot would have been cleaned with acid. However, it happened to be seen by Blue, who had come to the half-lich laboratory, and Blue, who was overjoyed by the hunt, instantly decided to give the clever parrot to Mr. Gris as a birthday present.

Having confirmed that the soul fragment belonged to the raider's mind had long since been annihilated, Snead didn't mind Blue taking the parrot away, so he agreed to the ogre's request.

In fact, if it hadn't happened last night, the parrot would have continued to live as the "Dirt Talker" and "Tavern Mascot" until the end of its life - and because the Cyclops lived a long life, it would probably live for more than 100 years.

However, just last night, the leopard man's complete recovery touched a mechanism that the emperor had buried in the souls of the various calamities. The one-eyed parrot, which was originally just the product of a fragment of the soul, quickly regained its long-erased sanity. (If Sneijder had known about this, he might have discovered that a previous theory of "the omnipotence of the soul", which he had abandoned, had actually been studied by the emperor long ago.)

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

After a three-pronged questioning necessary to regain his wisdom, he finally figured out his current situation, and he resolutely broke the chains tied to his legs with his powerful beak pincers, and escaped from the tavern where he had lived for several years.

Just like the day that got out of control, the emperor's hidden plan for his rebirth also got out of control, and now it was up to him, a "half-finished" doom, to turn the tide.