Savior Simulator

Chapter 1048 The story of the tax package officer
"Oh, he is so pitiful." There were tears in the poet's eyes, revealing the delicate side of literary and artistic creators, "I sympathize with what happened to him, but I have no choice. I really love that poetic drama so much. In order to get it , I am not afraid to break all laws and ethics in the world, just like two rivals in a duel, either you die or I live."

"Yes, we romantics, that's how desperate and passionate we are!"

After listening to the poet's confession, Saratus pondered, and made a pertinent evaluation of his soul: "My child, you have a lot of personality, but you are not crazy and depraved enough. There are many villains like you in the abyss." Yes, most of them can grow into quasimobs, as for higher ranks, it depends on your luck."

Quasaimo are the so-called "little devils", and their social status in the Tanari tribe is only higher than that of the cowards.

Saratus waved his hand and ordered the vulture deacon beside him to carry out the execution.

The vulture raised its claws, used "telecontrol", and closed the lid of "Iron Maiden" from the air.

Accompanied by screams, the "Poet Laureate" in "The Iron Maiden" was stabbed to death by countless steel cones, and blood gushed out along the cracks in the iron shell, staining the floor of the confession room red.

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The next person who confessed on his deathbed was a hereditary tax collector. His obese body was filled with "iron maidens", and the iron chains could hardly bind his overly plump belly.

This fat man doesn't have much interest in jewellery, artwork, or women. He joins the Hellfire Club just to come here for a big meal every week.

The greatest joy of Mr. Bao Taxguan's life is to taste the delicacies in the world.

"Father, I have tasted almost all the meals listed on the menus of big restaurants!"

"I've eaten so many good things, such as lamprey in wine, smoked dodo, grilled dolphin, swan pie, and sliced ​​​​dried unicorn ham with cheese made from fermented mermaid milk..."

"These big meals each have their own deliciousness, but after eating a few times, they will get tired of it, and they can't satisfy my lofty pursuit of food for a long time."

"Until one day, at the home of a charity friend, I tasted a very tender stew, which tasted more memorable than all the delicacies I have eaten in my life..."

"Under my persistent questioning, my friend Carl Freddy finally told the truth. It turned out that it was a private dish cooked by his wife, Mrs. Agatha Freddy. The ingredients were taken from..."

The tax collector lowered his voice, and only he and the demon could hear the words that followed.

"At first, I couldn't accept the behavior of the Freddy couple. I vomited all the stew I just swallowed, and ran away from Freddy's house in a daze."

"However, when I got home, I couldn't forget that stewed meat. It was like an addiction, and I couldn't help but want to eat it."

"I barely survived for a week, but I went back to find the Freddys and gave them a large check, which was nominally a donation to the poorhouse, but was actually food expenses."

"Since then, I have been able to enjoy a delicious stew every week. Until the tragic death of the kind Freddy couple half a year ago, no one cooked this delicacy for me anymore."

"Hey, Father, appetite is the driving force for people to be positive. In order to eat this dish again, I had to go out and spend a lot of money and manpower to search for ingredients suitable for stewing and study cooking skills by myself. , cooked it by myself, after many experiments, I finally reproduced Mrs. Freddy's special dish perfectly, I am proud of myself!"

After listening to the tax collector talking about his ultimate pursuit of food, Saratus nodded appreciatively.

"After listening to your story, I seem to have enjoyed a sumptuous spiritual feast! Dear Mr. Gourmet, I am optimistic that your soul will be favored by the will of the abyss, and in the form of a 'soul eater', you will get newborn."

(End of this chapter)