Brem Stock lay leisurely on a hotel chair, shelfing a heavy old book on his lap and flipping through the books.

He had a glass full of red wine beside him.

He looked at the book for a moment, then closed it and set it aside. He sat up with his body propped up, and raised his glass to the sun.

The wine in this red wine glass is not clear, but rather a little viscous.

Reflected in the sunlight outside the window, the transparent red liquor flowed with a black substance like a living thing. It was a black solid that looked like a tiny parasite.

Bram shook his glass in satisfaction and tapped his finger on it.

I saw that under the stimulation of external forces, the black tentacles inside danced quickly and gathered together. The parts that weren't clear enough condensed into a clump and shrunk into a red ball the size of a date, and a few black tentacles that pulsated like blood vessels.

"—not strong enough."

Bram commented.

He took out a glass test tube from his bosom and dripped a few drops of blood into it. The blood floated on top of the wine, and it looked like a pool of oil.

Then he slit open his wrist and dripped his own blood inside.

The two kinds of blood mixed together and sank downward. The condensed "heart" was shattered again by the impact of an external force, and it was fainted and turned into wine.

"Alright, let's rest for a while."

Bram said leisurely, "Come and have some lunch, and then we will continue later." ”

In the corner of the room, the naked, rune-laden old troll knelt facing the fire.

Hearing this, he silently began to pack his things. He put the black herbs back in the herb bag, and picked up the leeches and put them in the bottle. A clear liquid like oil is then added to it.

He stood up silently, his stiff back looking very oppressive.

His back and abdomen were covered with scars, and the muscles in his waist and back were tightened one by one like hemp ropes. His face was old and shriveled, and his clenched chin and neck were bulging with tendons that looked like the muscles of a sailor's forearm.

"As for you, being idle is also idle. First, help me lock the location of Ivus with a curse. ”

Braim's arm was propped up on his knees, and he said with a smile, throwing the old troll a large paper bag of golden fried chicken, "Even if it's a bit of food...... You eat first. I said, you listen.

- Don't worry about getting in trouble, this matter has nothing to do with you. Well, let me tell you...... Where you go after that. This gives you a little more peace of mind. ”

He watched the old troll gobble down the fried chicken, and he smiled and raised his glass and shook it.

"Rest in peace, you know. There is a good lord in it, and his name is Adil. He is known as the generous Adile.

"He needs a reliable Spell Mage right now...... And in Rest, anyone you invite is likely to be an undercover agent from another city. Therefore, the troll wizards brought in from the Southern Continent are very valuable......"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and drew a simple rune in the air.

The old troll suddenly turned red, like a light under his skin—the red that it looked from the back of his hand when a flashlight shone through his palm.

His muscles twitched in pain, and his whole body shrank into a ball at a speed visible to the naked eye. I spit out the fried chicken I had just eaten in one bite - not because I was vomiting, but because I was worried that I would choke on myself.

But even so, the old troll remained silent...... Even though his neck was straight and red, he still didn't make any sound of pain or begging for mercy.

"Tsk."

Seeing this, Bream snorted, clenched his fist in some displeasure, and terminated the punishment of the old troll.

He threw the half-used bottle of red wine to the old troll, and leaned back casually: "You can't stand it if you follow him." Although there is a shortage of materials on the rest side, the good lord's side is not much worse than the church. Even in the desert, it doesn't get much hotter - some ice makers keep it hot.

"Even though you are old, you can also give you potions and prolong your life. You want women, too. There are all kinds of races, even elves can't get them for you. If you like animals, griffins, Pegasi, and dragons may have ...... The good lord has everything, and he can get it for you. Rather, it's the goblins' homeland.

"In the rain on the southern continent, I was bitten by insects, and I gnawed on the bark of trees every day...... Interesting? So we're not in a hostile relationship, it's called taking what you need – I'll send you somewhere better, and earn some money for your travel by the way. Don't keep a straight face all the time......

"On the other hand, you're going to rest anyway. It's far from the church. Even if you do something here, no one will chase you. Originally, it was over there...... If he has committed any crime, he will hide himself in the desert; As soon as the white turban was worn, he hid in other cities. Anyway, the news of various cities is not exchanged, and they can't catch anyone committing a crime on their side, let alone you.

"That's what the Cursed Master is all about. If people can't catch them, there must always be a means to punish them. It doesn't matter if it's really cursed to death, but the key is to look scary, which is what scares people......"

As he spoke, Bram glanced at the taciturn old troll in front of him.

If this old thing stood upright, his body would be three meters tall. Even in a church country full of elves, this is undoubtedly considered a tall man. His body looked thin, but not thin. The dry skin, the tense muscles, made it look as dangerous as a werewolf.

“…… I'm here for you because you're famous in the Southern Continent. ”

He smiled slightly: "I killed my father, I killed my uncle, I killed all my brothers, and my cousins." Kill so many people, but the tribe of beast songs has flourished from you...... And all of this comes down to the fact that you were once a slave of the Star Antimony people. ”

Hearing this, the old troll suddenly raised his head, and his sharp and scarlet pupils looked like a hungry wolf in the suburbs.

But Bram didn't react in the slightest: "Yes, I've heard of your past. You have been sold Star Antimony, and you have mastered Star Antimony through self-study. You serve as a ceremonial assistant to your master, steal his ritual spells and curses, and then you kill him, take a small boat yourself, and row back to the southern continent by hand - twenty-eight days of drifting.

"After all, you have come back from the civilized world, and your knowledge is different from that of your ignorant kindred. Now, more than sixty years later, you are old and have stepped back from your position as the head of the tribe...... When I interviewed you before, you also contributed good material to me. I have to say, I have you as the protagonist, and it sells very well on the iris side.

"They used this book to satirize the purchase of slaves by the Star Antimony people, and also to satirize the violence and untrustworthiness of the trolls. My writing is very good about the dangers of your twenty-eight days at sea—of course, I know that you have spent the month catching fish. But in order to highlight the conflict between humanity and the plot, I made you run away with your companion, and then ate him out of hunger on the way. ”

“…… Barbie Wood wasn't killed by me. ”

Suddenly, the old troll spoke, "I didn't eat her." ”

This was the first time he spoke, and his voice was old and hoarse: "I remember telling you that she accidentally fell into the water. It was too stormy at that time...... I was too hungry to catch her. ”

Bramm's hands pressed down: "I know, I know." But in that case, it doesn't make sense...... Reality is unreasonable, but it is necessary to pursue rationality - if an important character who has been written for a long time is killed because of such a storm, the reader will feel that it is too simple. ”

"But that's ...... the truth"

"It's called serving the tension of the story – you don't get it. In short, you eat your lover's ......"

"She's not my wife either, I didn't know her before."

"It doesn't matter, you can be a one-day couple. In short, you eat her, painfully and firmly. This creates an image of a hero. On the rest side, you have a lot of prestige. It can even be said to be synonymous with troll wizards. ”

The corners of Bream's mouth rose slightly: "That's why someone came to me to buy the 'protagonist prototype'." I've had the opportunity to introduce you to work in this kind of place, old friend. It was when the good lord saw this book that he wanted to invite you to visit.

"For your own safety, it's best to cooperate. We confess to each other. What about the I bragged, you can admit it, it is all needed by the plot and expresses the author's emotions. Anyway, no one else but me and you knows it's not true......"

When he said this, suddenly a spirit, and the whole person suddenly became serious.

Like a spider that had been touched by a spider's web, he swooped up from the couch. The whole person turned into a gray streamer and flew into the house.

But at this moment, the time around him suddenly began to slow down.

The midday light receives, and everything in the room dims. The vermilion glass also became dull, and the liquid inside seemed to turn black.

A dim yellow light filled the surroundings.

Bream's fleeing figure was suddenly frozen in mid-air!

(End of chapter)