Fire is recognized as the source of civilization.

The culture that extends in the fire is rich and colorful.

Like the smelting of metal, it is like the sublimation of food.

The Hisya district has an ancient tradition of slaughtering a cow, divining it with its offal, and then roasting the beef.

The smoke that comes out of the oven is a sacrifice to God.

To put it bluntly, barbecue is a bridge between man and God.

"Spiritually, to be precise."

Omer corrected the elven man's words in the opposite direction.

"In this eastern land, there is also a tradition of using spices and paper artifacts burned with flames to communicate with the gods and ancestral spirits."

"At the same time, there are also cases of those ancestral spirits being promoted to gods, and the core theory of such rituals is the same."

"Oh?" The man was a little surprised, "Is that so?" ”

"You don't need to find a god specifically, just go to a certain academy and catch a student of the séance department can prove this." Omer leaned back in his chair and said lightly.

"It's rare." The merchant scooped up a skewer of barbecued meat, and ate it in one bite, and the appearance of the meal can be described as heroic, and the selection of materials is also quite bold, and Omer has seen several skewers on the plate that do not show that the meat species belong to the meat and vegetable skewers.

The meat of an alien beast, or the meat of a newly certified cultivated meat beast...... Considering that this is a downtown barbecue stall in an exotic and remote area, the possibility of mixing in illegal meat is not unlikely.

But the merchant didn't care at all, and even beckoned him to have something to eat.

Naturally, Omer raised his hand and declined.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of sticking off with a carnivorous elf here, it's better to go back early and get a normal snack on the hour, or find a new strip of hair.

There must be snacks in her room, and there are more monster sculptures in various shapes in addition to snacks.

I didn't feel it when I first placed it, but when I knocked on the door last night to visit, I felt as if the sculptures had survived, and standing in them seemed to be watched by countless eyes.

It's better not to pay too much attention to the employee's little secret, especially if he comes to the door to work overtime for the other party.

Monster cards and secret keys or something, Jin Guqiao and the energy-starved Grozam were still with her, and she was not in a hurry to claim them back the next day.

Ormo is still carrying King Eyre + Ace Killer now, but there is one more option for Galatron.

In fact, Ormer also likes Galatron as a card the most, rather than a fusion beast like King Galatron.

The difference in appearance is only part of the reason, the main reason is that Galatron's own ability is diverse enough and has a high strength, although he has greatly increased his output after becoming the king of Galatron, he has slashed his ability.

The visual presentation is:

Galatron Skill Set: Galatron Axis (a long whip with a tail on the back of the head), Galatron Sword (armed lightsaber), Galatron Spark (AOE chain explosion), Galatron Float Cannon (right arm splits to impact or fires beams), Galatron Sound (interferes with anger or rage), Chest Scan (uses chest core scans to fully analyze the target), and Defensive Magic Disc.

And then......

Galatron King Skill Set: Pedanim Anti-Aircraft Cannon, Pedanim Boxing, KG Barrier (Defense Magic Disc), Galatron Death Ray.

Nope.

Jin Furuhashi, you spit out so many skills of Galatron!! (half annoyed)

While the doctrine of the supremacy of firepower was indeed appealing, for someone like Ormer, who had always been interested in life spells, Galatron's cards were his favorite high-versatility, so the mechanical dragon was placed on top of the card box.

Ace Killer and Galatron, two lifeless coldness and killing intent, pressed the bottom King of Eyre unspeakably miserable (x).

While it is true that the cry of King Isley can be heard, please also keep in mind that monster cards have no intelligence, just a condensation of pure power.

Omer ignored it.

And the string elves on the other side didn't seem to pay attention, and the topics they said were still answering Omer's previous rhetorical question:

"I thought that you had been in the land of the East for more than ten years, and you should have been more or less energetic, cheerful and talkative when you mixed with those little girls, but you still retained the traces of the Baide people."

It was not clear whether it was a discourse or a sarcasm, and Omer was silent for a moment.

“…… I don't think it's wise to fix the impression by geography, and it's a humble opinion for the poor. ”

"It's true that there are a lot of guys who will question my race and think I'm just putting pointy ears on myself." The merchant was still munching, and the delicious food did not prevent him from speaking, after all, the sound even came from his abdomen, which showed the depth of his study of the conversation at the dinner.

Ling Omer couldn't help but pause, and then said, "So Mr. Pointed Ears, when are we going to get to the point?" ”

"Or are you busy trying to figure out how to get those cards back from me?"

He stared at the other man's dark green eyes, which did not hide the cold light called greed, but the merchant with that kind of eyes was extremely restrained in his behavior.

"How so? That kind of thing naturally has to be considered in the long run, and you can't rush it for a while," brazenly admitting the idea, the merchant raised his hand and placed a card box with an ornate pattern on the table, "Before mentioning the Hall of Return, I guess you want to see this." ”

Looking at the card box, sensing the momentum rising in it, Omer did not rush to reach out.

"If the customer is so stable, it will discourage the enthusiasm of the businessman." The merchant said, reaching out not to lift the lid of the box, but to put it back in his pocket.

"I guess you're not generous enough to use it as a greeting gift."

Sensing that it was similar to Ace Killer and Galatron but had a cold temperament that was obviously different, Omer should have had a little longing in his heart, but before that, there was another inexplicable sense of closeness that made him frown.

"Is there a particular sense of familiarity? Don't doubt it, it's not a delusion, but that's not my trick either," the merchant laughed, "Since you can use a beta igniter, then you are still involved in his 'person' even if you are not a Mephiras. ”

"Person?" Omer was stunned, the last time he heard this term was from religion, such as the life hierarchy under Kabbalah's theory.

"Actually, it's more accurate to say 'location'." The merchant took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then pushed the parchment on the table towards Ommer.

"By joining the Church of Origin, you will be able to understand this concept, which is the foundation of the foundation, but it also involves the rules of the core of this world."

"Also, you guessed it right, Mephiras's monster card will naturally not be given to you so easily."

After he said that, he greeted the checkout, and then turned back to Omer and smiled:

"After all, it's a defense against your Broken Steel Sword."

Ommelben looked down at the parchment of the treaty, and when he heard this, he looked up at him again, and was silent for a few seconds: "...... You're so honest, you might as well be more direct. ”

"That shouldn't be hard to understand for you, right?"

The merchant looked impatient: "Although you are only a nineteen-year-old demon, your eyes are too similar to that of some annoying old man."

Annoying old man?

Omer made a note of this subtle label, and as for the understanding of what the other party said, it was indeed a clue.

Although some businessmen advocate honesty, this 'businessman' is really too honest, and directly puts the guard on the surface, doesn't this open everyone tries to use each other?

Thinking about the allusion of this 'Broken Steel Sword', the other party probably didn't want to become the legendary King Arthur in Hongying District.

The sword that cuts off steel......

Omer looked back at the elf who took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay:

"Do you have a plan for yourself?"

"How can you be embarrassed to do business without a record?" The merchant who had finished paying looked back at him.

A flash of black data appeared on the side of the phone he was holding, and it seemed to be a Digimon with special strength.

"This sword of broken steel is used to cut the backbone of steel."

I moved home today, but the computer is expected to arrive tomorrow, and I hope it won't be too late to update

(End of chapter)