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At this time, there were not many customers in the tavern, except for Barrett and his party, there were only three guys sitting far away from each other.

The closest to the barbarian was a humanoid creature wearing a hooded cloak, and because of the cloak, Barritt couldn't tell which race he belonged to. There is no doubt that the cloak is indeed a good thing. It can not only help you shelter from the wind and cold, but also block the sight of others. Adventurers and travelers alike cannot do without it.

Another customer was a thin, old woman with purple skin. There are pendants made of teeth, skulls, fingers and other bits and pieces of bones hanging from her robe, and a mummified crow with a mouth full of fine teeth stands on her shoulders.

Although the long messy black hair of the old woman covered most of her face, Barrett still saw a few deep ravine-like wrinkles from the gap between her hair, and an amber eye staring at the dining table in a daze .

When the old woman noticed that the barbarian was watching her, the amber eye turned around instantly and gave Barrett a vicious look.

It was a night hag, an evil creature that Barrett had heard of. They can use their own abilities to transfer between the main material world and the etheric plane, and like to straddle each other while humans sleep, injecting fear and evil into the victim's brain.

Not only will the victim's life suffer, but when he wakes up, he will commit some horrific and brutal crimes. The night hag will continue to visit the victim until he dies in his sleep. After that, the fallen soul will be collected by the night hag and belong to her.

And the third customer furthest away from the barbarian, the opponent that the acupuncturist said he would face in the next gladiatorial fight, was a tall half-dragon.

Half-dragons generally refer to the first descendants of dragons and other creatures. Unlike ordinary dragon-blooded creatures that have been passed down for many generations, the bloodline has been very thin, because one of the parents of a half-dragon must be a dragon, so his body has extremely strong dragon-like characteristics.

Although the body of the half-dragon in front of him is humanoid, it has a head that is almost the same as that of a dragon, and also has dragon-like claws and a thick tail, and there is even a faint spark between its breaths. However, the whole is like a red dragon transformed into a humanoid.

After finding a random place to sit down, Barrett gestured in the direction of Banlong with his eyes, and asked the Needle Devil softly, "That guy is my opponent?"

"Yes." The Acupuncture Demon nodded, "I originally wanted to go back and tell you, but since I happened to meet him here, you can find out in advance." The devil paused and continued, " The half-dragon 'Marcus' is well-known in the multiverse, and many people know about him. According to you humans, he should be regarded as a wanderer with a sad fate."

"Sad? How to say?"

"I heard that Mackas's mother was raped by a red dragon in human form before giving birth to him. When Mackas was growing up, his mother kept instilling the idea of ​​revenge for him, and spent all his money on him. Look for various sword masters to teach him martial arts, so that when he becomes an adult, he can seek revenge on the red dragon."

"The result?" Barrett looked surprised.

"He succeeded." The Needle Demon said with certainty, "Half-dragons have a very long lifespan. After Mackas's mother died, he began to wander alone in the multiverse, constantly searching for his father, the The whereabouts of the red dragon. Finally, in the 'Ash Plane' near the fire element plane, he found the red dragon who couldn't control his lower body and successfully killed it.

"And about the hatred and entanglement between Macas' human mother and the red dragon father, there seems to be some hidden secrets, but no one can tell exactly what it is." Saige's tone was not sure. "In short, after completing the goal, Macas did not return to your main material world, but continued his wandering life and came to the city of Diss not long ago."

Sure enough, it was a bit sad, "Then why did he participate in the gladiatorial fight?" Barrett observed the two long knives that Macas put on the table, and found that the style of the long knives was a bit special, with a very obvious elf style, "I It doesn't feel like he's like the vampire Lambert, a guy who likes others to cheer him on, is it because of money?" Wandering around always needs money.

"Money should only be one aspect," said Seg, the acupuncture magician, "but I think he participated in gladiatorial combat, and he wanted to hone his fighting skills more. It is said that every place Macas went, he would always try to find that one. It's the reason he's famous in the multiverse that he's famous in the multiverse. And in the city of Diss, life and death in the arena is obviously also to his appetite."

Just as Barrett was talking with the Needle Demon about his opponent, a human male walked out from the kitchen with a dinner plate. After the man put the dinner plate on the table of the 'Cloak', he came to the barbarian with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Barrett, I didn't expect to see you outside the arena." The man's face was well groomed without a trace of stubble, "My name is Monroe, the owner of this tavern, may I ask you what do you want to drink?"

He'd seen my gladiatorial fights, "Anything, boss, really, anything." Barrett stroked the ragged beard on his chin, "If you know my life in prison, you'll know that even The wine with poison, I will drink it into my stomach without a drop!"

"Oh? A glass of wine with poison, I don't think it's a problem at all. It may not be sold like this in the tavern in my hometown, but in hell, this kind of request is easy to meet." The tavern owner quipped, "I ask you Recommend 'Fergil's Breath', also known as the water of blood coagulation, many devils like this drink, if you don't believe me, you can ask your companions."

"I haven't drank 'Fergil's Breath', but I heard that it tastes really good." After a pause, the Needle Demon added, "But I don't recommend you to enjoy it, because this liquid One drop will make the blood all over your body solidify into a gel. We devils are immune to most toxins, but you humans are not."

"Hey, I'm just joking." Barrett said with concern. "One rye beer would be fine, um... and three hard-boiled eggs, if you have them here."

"Boiled eggs? No problem, but the taste may be slightly different from the ones you eat in the main material world." The tavern owner reminded in advance.

"The difference, what's the difference?" Barrett must ask clearly about eating.

"I originally bought a cage of hens from the plane merchant, there are about 30. They lay eggs every day, and the supply is completely sufficient for normal use. However, due to the special environment here, the cage of hens died one after another. In the end, only Only one survived." The tavern owner recounted.

"The hen that survived had some strange mutations, so the eggs that were laid changed a little. The eggs don't need to be stepped on by the rooster, just stay in the belly of the hen for enough days~www.readwn.com ~ It can hatch on its own. After that, I no longer have to worry about the number of hens.”

You haven't said whether the eggs can be eaten or not. "Humans will have no problem eating those eggs, right?" Barrett flinched in his heart.

"No problem at all." The tavern owner gave a positive answer, "It's just that the taste is a little different."

"Let's try one first." Barbarian reduced the number. "Is there any cheese? I mean, that kind of normal cheese."

"Sorry, the normal cheese was sold out not long ago, and it will take three days for the plane merchants to come and deliver again." The tavern owner apologized, "But I suggest you try the purgatory worms wrapped in flour and fried. It goes really well with rye beer too.”

"Don't you have some normal food?" Barrett felt helpless.

"You may not know, Mr. Barrett, normal food has a very short shelf life in hell, and plane merchants usually only come once a month, so..." The tavern owner shrugged, "But I It can be guaranteed that the taste is absolutely no worse than the main material world. It’s rare to come to **** once, don’t you want to taste the unique food in the style of hell?”

I drank a lot of soup in prison, Barrett scolded. He inadvertently saw the food on the 'Cloak' plate again, and it seemed that it was not bad, so he asked aloud, "What is that?"

"Which one? Oh, this is stewed with the leg meat of the Demon Hunting Spider and a tuber called 'Carrot' from the third layer of **** 'Minauros'. Don't worry, it's definitely edible, and it's from here. Signature dish." Recommended by the tavern owner.

Forget it, let it go. "Let's get one, then," Barrett said. Foodies should be adventurous.

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