Putting down the tools in his hand, he looked up at the wall clock, and stretched his lazy waist a little, and the time of the day came to night.

"Gemstone craft level 9 is handy, if it is not to reduce the cost, it is probably 2~3 days to get the order."

"What to eat tonight, let me see ......"

Ke Li turned on the lantern to its brightest brightness, leaned back on the chaise longue and drank juice, and leisurely flipped through "The Devil's Hospitality".

Dense handwritten vocabulary, and the entanglement of thoughts with transparent tentacles stretched out like corals.

Find your soul and inspiration, and pour your soul into your food to create something unique in the world.

This is what is written on the back of the book cover.

Judging from the revised table of contents and the order of the volumes, which has been repeatedly dismantled and revised, it contains a detailed record of the other party's experience and experience in the past 30 years since he became a chef, as well as various strange things that happened after encountering demons.

There is also a bookmark, made of dried blood-stained cloth, mixed with a red scale, about the thickness of the skin of oranges and fruits, and it feels very solid to the touch, much stronger than ordinary tanned leather.

It seems that the dead skin that has been peeled off separately and torn off with bare hands, there is no trace of cutting by sword tools, and the surface of the scale skin is deliberately marked with pentagram runes, which seem to be directly cut out with the tips of claws.

"This is the breath of the devil?"

Ke Li felt it carefully, and felt that it was very close to the taste of the "gem candy" from the volcano origin, but there were other flavors mixed in it, a bit like the kind of stimulant that can make people slightly poisoned, stimulate fighting spirit and desire to kill, and can be directly identified as genuine.

"It can't be used as a substitute for the characteristics of the 'Sinking Snake Language', and it doesn't inspire much."

"But if you take this thing and revisit the old place, release the inspiration to detect and perceive the existence of demons, maybe you can really find it."

The next step is the test, which is tested by the way with various gems, checking the mind and speculating on the true intentions of the other party.

If all the condensed thoughts are purified and dispelled, the value of the book will drop a lot.

"It's really a painstaking work, not an item that has been with me for many years, and the degree of entanglement of thoughts will not be so profound, because it is the most reassuring thing that has to be put down, so I want to get out and quit through the auction and cut off my thoughts independently?"

"If you can bring old things from the past into the secret realm and become the key, you can also investigate them in relative safety."

"It's going to take extraordinary properties, and there's a transfer of gem materials, and we need to find a way to mix it in."

Colley concentrates on meditation, trying to adjust his role and touch the book with the mindset of a chef looking for food.

A slight dose of thought actively wrapped around the fingers, and an indescribable hunger came from within.

This reminded Colly of who she was at the beginning, and the touch of memories and inspiration resonated with her, and she peeked into more information.

"It turns out that this chef is an ordinary person who actively pursues the extraordinary, and in order to get rid of the demon, he proves his worth with one dish after another, delaying his death, but he is always unable to satisfy the demon and fulfills his promise, and refuses to let him leave the lair."

"As a last resort, the chef took the initiative to add his own soul crumbs to the dish, which is equivalent to taking the initiative to ask the demon to initiate a ritual to fill the demon's hunger and emptiness, and at the same time begging not to kill himself, otherwise he would not be able to finish the final dish."

According to the chef's own analysis, there are also remnants of thoughts in the human soul, similar to special dandruff, which is not born with a fixed total amount and is not too constant, and it should not be too much of a problem to give up a little bit, and it will dissipate like a candle flame when aging. Just for self-preservation. He gave up too much, and his limb mobility and wound recovery deteriorated significantly, and his life span was inevitably shortened. ”

"After eating the food that was encased in his soul and mind, the demon promised to let him go, and gave him a piece of scale, telling him that if he was interested in becoming extraordinary, he could go to the corresponding church, and perhaps they would accept the cook for the sake of the evidence."

"At that time, the chef was bent on escaping from the devil's cave, and after a few years of burning all hopes and ideas, he found that he was gradually becoming an empty shell like the walking dead, and his dreams of cooking and extraordinary promotion were fading day by day, and he was full of fear of the extraordinary world."

Speculating that his time was short, the chef revised his notebook as "The Devil's Hospitality", and decided to sell what he had learned all his life, hoping that his soul would rest in peace after his death, rather than be tortured endlessly...... It seems that in the end, he confessed. ”

"If I were a chef, could I enter the secret realm and visit the demons......

[Failed, no effect at all]

[Insufficient gem energy, insufficient extraordinary sequence, incomplete token set]

[The secret realm that is trying to open has dissipated......]

"Well, it can't be done, the normal operation of Sequence 18." Colley opened his eyes and put down the book regretfully.

But soon Cooley had an idea, took out the Faith Feather Bubble Gum from the lining, and tentatively poked the demon's scales.

"If I hide myself, can I test the effect of this hair?"

At the beginning, Ke Li actually wanted to stuff the feather of faith into the donation box, to see if the gods behind the Brave Hunt Church reacted, and if he could see if he could reward some potions, rituals, formulas, or other things for the sake of donating money.

It's just that after thinking about it, I feel very dead, in case the gods of the people know the past and the future, and they find out that your little rabbit cub in sequence 18 is doing something, or an abnormal sequence of unknown origin, then it doesn't explode on the spot and you don't have to run? So I didn't do it at first.

Now the situation is different, the chef has not died in an ordinary person, or has not died for many years after escaping the demon, which should be very safe.

"The middle sequence is a demon hunter, the demon form is transformed, and the skin of his body is already different from that of humans, whether it is a mythical or a promotion species, he should at least have the strength of the middle sequence, right?"

Colley tried to stick to it, but found that nothing worked.

So I put the feather bubble gum in my mouth and chewed it, and after making sure that there was no sweetness, I spit it out and stuck it.

"It's like regular chewing gum, how can faith be such a thing?" Colly wasn't sure if it would work, but it was a thing that made his cheeks ache and he had some kind of uneasy feeling with the tower.

He'd memorized the target's breath, something that had already worked once, and it was better to find a chance to dispose of it.

The scales were completely encased in the yellowish gum, still unmoving, and as time passed, the bubble gum was gradually aerating, and unless Colley stuffed it into his mouth and continued to chew, it looked like it was going to explode and dissipate on its own.

"Well, it's not like that, it's just a hair, why do you have to chew the bubble gum you spit out again......"

Corrie crooked her eyebrows and opened the Demon Eye, studying the suspicious mass of substance.

He even summoned the Hellblade in case anything happened to the thing.

But it really inflated automatically, turned into soft bubbles, and then exploded into light filaments with a snap, and disappeared one by one.

"It's just, it's gone? Are you here to set off automatic bubble gum fireworks? ”

"Forget it, anyway, the first time I blow bubbles, I know the origin very well, things that can't be digested horizontally and vertically, so let's just leave it at that."

Ke Li held his cheeks and looked at it a few times, but felt that the scales did not move, so he simply took it to the book.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, a faint fire appeared on the scales, and the roar of the super loud voice almost shook the wall of inspiration away:

"Great! God has finally forgiven me! ”

The terrifying volume was blocked by the wall of inspiration, forming a sound wave of repeated impacts, and Ke Li was so shocked that his brain was buzzing, and he almost had his feet suspended 5 centimeters above the chair from the ground, trembling and swaying, and his brain was almost shaken.

At the moment of dizziness, Ke Li decisively pressed the scales into the book, interrupting the penetration of rituals and ideas, and was instantly muted.

"Something is wrong, things are going in strange directions again......"