Chapter Forty-Three: Grieg's Tavern
Wandering through the streets with a casual look, Olga provoked neither anyone nor was provoked by anyone.
If you exclude the occasional fight between you and each other, it's not much different from a normal city.
With one kick, the two unknown species fighting together in front of him were kicked out of a distance of hundreds of meters, and Olga admired the surrounding scenery and said, "It's really a harmony. Of the tens of thousands of lifeforms on this street, only a few hundred are fighting, and it is so peaceful that it doesn't look like they are in the bottomless abyss. β
"Your Excellency, your Excellency. β
Just as he sighed, a lewd and flattering voice appeared behind Olgar.
After a slight stunned look.
He turned around and looked down at the source of the sound.
It was a green-skinned creature about two meters long, with a figure like an egg, a tuft of white hair on its head, four legs and two hands, and a body full of colorful eyes.
Ugly.
This was Olga's first impression of him.
This little thing is ugly......
This was the second impression that Olgado made after a few glances.
Looking at the other party who was a little nervous, Olga touched his chin and asked a little puzzled, "Is there something wrong?"
Faced with Olga's question, the other party rubbed his hands together, and pointed to two unknown creatures that had passed out hundreds of meters away, like a philistine peddler: "Do you still want those two guys?"
Glancing at the two creatures, Orga said calmly, "Don't. β
As soon as the words fell, although the other party looked a little indescribable, Olga still felt the other party's joy.
He said excitedly, "Then I won't bother you." β
Then, in between three or two steps, he ran up to the two creatures and snapped their necks with two clicks.
happily carried their bodies and left.
Just like a human who picks up money on the road, he is happy.
Looking at this situation, Olga nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's really simple, and you have to ask the other party even when you pick up garbage." β
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At the door of a shop, Olga stopped.
γGrigg Tavernγ
The three characters Grieg on the signboard were added later, and they were written crookedly, with several names hidden underneath, which should have been the name of the previous owner of the tavern.
However, looking at the tavern in front of him, Olga had a unique sense of dΓ©jΓ vu, as if a tavern had to appear at this time in order to fit his demonic fantasy background.
Thinking back to the memories of the previous life, this kind of place usually has a lot of stories and accidents.
There was a look of interest in Orga's eyes: "Quest trigger points in various legendary epics!
So he pushed the door directly in front of the doorman and walked in.
As soon as he entered, the scene inside made Olga slightly stunned.
β...... How is this a sci-fi style......"
Thousands of lamps hang at the top, and in the center there are several mechanical stages that alternate up and down, each with dozens of female dancers dancing in different dances.
Looking at those dancers with different appearances, Olga immediately took a few steps back, their looks were really a little sorry, and they didn't match his aesthetics at all.
But with the idea that he couldn't come in vain, he still walked to the place of the wine table.
Ignoring the noisy creatures around her, Olga pulled up a seat and sat down.
He casually threw a piece of soul crystal to the bartender: "Give me a glass of wine, don't look for it." β
This is an asset sponsored by passers-by, although it is miserable at the time of sponsorship.
The bartender, who had more than a dozen arms, pinched the soul crystals in his hands, and immediately showed the most perfect smile: "Wait a minute!"
Not long after, the bartender poured out an unknown liquid from various bottles and jars, and placed it in a cup to carefully concoct.
A glass of brightly colored wine, with hot bubbles on the surface, was brought to Orgar.
"Enjoy. β
Sniffing the smell of blood mixed with the wine, Orga raised his eyebrows slightly, there were at least thirty kinds of blood in it.
I took a sip and immediately felt a strange feeling of comfort.
A hint of surprise flashed through Olga's heart.
He commented, "It's delicious. β
The bartender smiled and replied, "If you're satisfied." β
Sipping on the wine, Olga looked at the other drinkers in the tavern and saw that only about fifty or six of them were demons, most of them were other species, and began to listen to what the nearby creatures were talking about.
Soon after, he pouted disdainfully.
It's all pointless gossip and pretense, and there's no useful information......
Seeing his bored appearance, the bartender hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "Are you from another abyssal layer?"
Olga looked at the other man twice, and although he didn't understand the meaning of the question, he replied, "Yes." β
The Wailing Forest should be considered a different layer of abyss, so that's fine.
The other party sighed: "No wonder the breath of the lava wasteland on your body is so faint, I really envy you for being able to travel to and from this great world, I have never been far from this tavern in my life, this tavern is my everything to me." β
Olga smiled casually and asked nonchalantly, "Oh, are you restrained by the owner of this tavern?"
"Nope. β
He sighed with a look of loss:
"My parents are outsiders, not creatures of the abyss. I don't know why, I entered the abyss from the outside world, but while drinking in this tavern, I got into a conflict with someone and was killed by other guests. When the waiter at this tavern was collecting the bodies for them, he accidentally discovered that I was still alive in my mother's womb, so they raised me in this tavern and trained me as a waiter. β
"Although they have not restricted my freedom, I also know my own ability, and I basically can't survive without here, and even if I barely survive, I definitely can't mix up as a bartender here, so I have been staying here honestly. β
After listening to this, Olga said with a very cooperative face full of pity: "That's a pity, after all, life outside is far more colorful than here." β
The bartender in front of him, the strength and aura on his body are even a little worse than the [Lower Demon], as long as he dares to leave the door of the tavern, he may really die on the spot.
Just as the two were chatting.
A coquettish voice came from Olga's side: "Handsome man, can you invite me to a drink?"
Olga looked back and saw a graceful female demon looking at her with coquettish eyes.
It has small horns on the top of its head, wings on its back, human-like thighs on its legs, sheep's hooves below the calves, and a slender tail behind its buttocks.
The coquettish face of a woman far beyond ordinary human beings reveals a different kind of charm.
She wore a barbed leather whip around her waist and an undergarment-like armor that covered almost nothing except a few important places, raising doubts about its defenses.
'Succubus, the strength of the lower demon. β
Olga looked at each other and smiled indifferently: "Okay." β
He took out another soul crystal and handed it to the bartender: "Bring a glass of wine for this beautiful lady." β
Looking at Olga's decisive movements, the other party's face was also smiling, and his expression was extraordinarily coquettish.
Twisting his waist directly, he walked to Olga's seat, moved his body and sat on Olga's lap unceremoniously, and complained in a charming voice: "You are so generous, not at all like some guys who are detained to death, and you don't even want to invite me to a glass of wine." β
After that, he stroked the breastplate of Olgar, looked at the pattern of the Death Doom on it, and exclaimed with fascination, "Although you are sitting in the corner, I saw you first as soon as I enter......ed!
Not caring about the other party's movements, Olga smiled as usual: "This flower is called the Death Tribulation Flower, I'm glad you like it." β
Although the other party is also more than two meters tall, he is as petite as a toy in Orga's arms.
Sniff the scent of blood on the other party's body.
Touching it, the other party's head was on the ground, and Olga had a feeling of fiddling with the doll.
Seeing that Olga was smelling herself, she asked proudly, "How is it, isn't it fragrant, I just took a blood bath." β
Nodding, Olga agreed, "It's really good. β
Taking the wine glass handed to him by the bartender, the succubus put his face on Orga's chest and said with a smile, "Unlike you fire demons, for us succubi, no matter what the situation, appearance is the most important thing. β
Speaking of this, she raised her head and looked at Olga's appearance, and a trace of doubt flashed in her expression: "By the way, I have never seen such a handsome fire demon as you, and the fire demons I have seen before are not very good-looking, you are actually so handsome......"
Even with her eyes, the fire demon in front of her was almost impeccable in appearance, and I am afraid that even the elves, who were known for their pickiness and appearance, would not be able to find any flaws in him.
Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Olga said calmly, "After all, I'm a mutated fire demon, and everything makes sense, doesn't it?"
The bottomless abyss is vast, what freak doesn't?
Can a handsome Firedemon be a problem?
Don't ask, ask is the effect of mutation!
It's an excuse for omnipotence.
In this regard, she only glanced at him lightly, but did not delve into anything, and continued to joke with Olga, and let out bursts of coquettish laughter from time to time......
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After a long time.
Looking at the departing Orga, the charm on the succubus's face flickered.
Facing the bartender beside him, he respectfully took the initiative to say hello, "Lord Grieg, do you have any other orders?"
The bartender was wiping more than a dozen hands of the cup, and he casually stretched out one and waved it, and said flatly: "No, go down." β
Looking in the direction of Olga's departure, Grigg thought with interest, 'Strange fire demons, it seems that there are many secret......s'
And Orga, who was walking on the street, was smiling at the moment, and she was in a good mood:
'The bottomless abyss is that there are a lot of talents, each of them is very capable, and the stories made up are also very good, I really like it here. β
'The next thing is to find a place to stay, it seems that we have to pick lucky passerby A at random......