Octopus Online Feeding Guide

"Me?" Richel couldn't believe it, "You're kidding, I don't know how to spell at all." If he could, why would he just be a small restaurant owner.

"No, that's your innate strength." Adrian took his hand affectionately, covering his left chest, "In your heart. Your great-grandfather is the only one who has appeared on the mainland." The dark elf who fell in love with the light elf, the power of prophecy in his body passed through generations of blood, and finally reached you here."

"It's a mistake, I remember, don't elves have pointed ears?" Richel took a step back in disbelief, touched his ears, and confirmed that he was a human.

"Don't you know that although your mother is a light elf, your father is a human being."

His mind was blank, and he always felt that there was a trace of pity and surprise in the eyes of Adrian looking at him.

"Except for your ears, haven't you noticed that your skin is particularly fair and delicate, your figure tends to be petite and slender, your facial features are more beautiful than normal humans, you don't have any beard or body hair, and you behave elegantly, especially when eating."

"If you grow up like this, you will be beaten in our place." Richer only paid attention to his appearance when he took a bath for the first time. At that time, he rubbed off the thick dirt that could grow calluses. This appearance gave him a huge shock. impact.

After that, he didn't pay attention to this aspect, he thought it was not manly enough, especially when standing with Adrian, he was like a little white chicken.

Pulling away her slender arm, it was glowing white, just looking at that hand, I thought it was some girl.

"You like to bask in the sun." Adrian said another characteristic of the elves.

"Who likes a dark environment." Richel said speechlessly, "Looks, sunshine, too unconvincing."

"You are kind and friendly."

"That's more proof that I'm human."

"You like to plant some flowers and plants, and you love nature." Adrian's eyes pointed to the landscape ornaments in the restaurant lobby.

"This is to commemorate my hometown." Richel said.

"Doesn't this just mean that you have some racial traits of elves?" Adrian ruffled his hair.

Richel couldn't explain clearly, and even he doubted whether he was an elf in his previous life.

"Our Richel has really inherited all the kind and beautiful traits, and the indifference and arrogance of the elves are not at all."

After Adrian rubbed his head, he took advantage of the situation and posted it, "However, what about the racial talents of elf archery and magic, have yours been eaten by dogs? I really didn't find out at all. If all elves are like you , I guess the clan has been exterminated long ago, no matter how many contracts you make with me, it will be useless." He said jokingly.

Simple and pure, it is still a waste of force.

"Speak well." Richel pulled the man away with a serious face, "You already knew that I was born of an elf and a human?"

Adrian nodded, "I knew it the first time we met."

"Why didn't you tell me!" Richel was very angry. After being together for so long, he had never heard this person mention it.

"You didn't ask." Adrian said confidently, "I thought you knew about your own life experience, and you've always been ashamed to speak up. I didn't dare to mention it."

Half-humans, no matter where they are in the mainland, are people to be discriminated against.Even half-orcs, an independent race, had a history of rebelling against blood and tears for thousands of years because of their similar appearance to orcs.

Although their status is now recognized, most of them are still doing low-level jobs, and other races are also accustomed to classifying them as orcs.

Speaking of this, he felt a little guilty, "Because of my mistake, there was no summoning imprint to suppress, and your identity couldn't be hidden. It's hard to imagine how much you have suffered all these years."

Suffering a lot, but still full of optimism.Adrian looked into his eyes, full of love.

"Now that I've killed someone, what should I do..." Richel's expression was as if the sky had collapsed, and he said frantically, "I don't even know how to kill him."

This is the most embarrassing thing. He was clearly a law-abiding and good citizen, but he took a life on his shoulders overnight.

I don't even know how to do it myself.

It makes him how to accept this fact.

Recently, there have been a lot of psychological shocks. He feels that he is either already crazy or not far from crazy.

Killing a living life and becoming a murderer for no reason, who can bear this, even if he can escape the punishment of the law, his conscience may never pass.

I heard that the elf still has a nearly eternal life. He is destined to live in this cage woven by sin all his life.

"It's just an orc, it doesn't matter." Adrian said indifferently, and rolled up the corpse on the ground with his tentacles.

Richel hid behind him in fright, not daring to look at the orc's face, and begged, "Don't treat him like this, he was already killed by me..."

"Huh?" The tentacles paused and weighed up and down a few times.

"I want to hold a grand funeral for him. The orc just now is his son, and I have an obligation to help him get out of this shadow... He must hate me very much. He will beat and scold me, even if he wants to kill me to pay for it. Don't meddle at this time..."

"Lesney, come out." Adrian greeted the restaurant and put his arms around his partner's waist.

Although I don't know why I feel guilty, I softened my voice and comforted me: "Honey, you think too much, orcs are separated from their parents when they grow up, and they live independently. They don't care whether they live or die. That orc pulled this The corpse came here just to blackmail you."

"But the man was really killed by me. Will his soul haunt me, wander around the restaurant, and ask for my life?"

Richel buried his head in Adrian's chest and hugged his waist tightly, trying to draw some strength from him.

He will live with guilt and self-blame all his life.

Adrian patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it, let's find out the cause of his death."

"I don't know how I cursed myself." Richel said, he was inexplicably panicked by the sudden appearance of power.

Adrian kissed his temples, trying to give him the strength to calm down, "You probably didn't kill this orc."

"Don't make up some random reasons just to comfort me." Richel choked up, feeling that his hands were covered with blood.

"Do you know how you use the power of prophecy?"

Richel shook his head.

"Lesney." He called the skeleton in the lobby again.

The skeleton sickle in the corner swiped, and a picture was drawn on the tip of the blade, and it was handed to him from afar.

He pretended to be walking towards the kitchen, turned a corner halfway, squeezed Hayle out, and lay on the door with Chelsea and the others to peep.

When did my status get so low?Hayil stared in astonishment, bullying even a skeleton that was about to fall apart.

"Look." Adrian held the painting in front of him.

"This is... the poster I drew?" Richel asked in astonishment.

That was the poster he drew for the private room. There were more than a dozen people in the room, eating and drinking, enjoying the food.

"Do you see this?" Adrian pointed to one of the portraits in the painting.

"Isn't this just..." Richel looked at his own painting, and then at the corpse lying on the ground.

They look almost identical.

"The people you drew are all cursed." Adrian said, "As long as he does the same thing in the place in the painting, then he will die."

"So simple?" Richel couldn't believe it.

"Otherwise why do everyone want your power?"

Characters, places, ways of death, whatever he chooses, he is simply the god of death walking in the world to determine life and death.

He went on to say angrily, "Since you all know my identity and know that I painted it, Chelsea even watched my painting back then, why didn't you make a sound to stop it!"

"Who would have known that with your drawing skills, someone would really look like this." Adrian poked at the portrait above helplessly.

"Uh..." Richel felt offended.

There are more than a dozen people above, either with garlic noses, crooked eyes, sausage mouths or noodle hands with melon seeds face upside down, just like ghosts and ghosts out of the street.

"The things that the two-year-old son of the bakery owner next door draws are more personal than yours." Adrian snorted, saying that he was a painting, and the aesthetic level of the art world could be directly lowered by three or four grades.

The children from the store next door sat on the bench by the door and clapped their hands, their noses bubbling from laughter.

"I, this is abstract art, do you understand Leonardo da Vinci in the Middle Ages?" Richel snatched the painting, looked at the person in it, and said worriedly, "Will the rest of you die too. "

"I don't know. If you throw it into the kitchen stove and burn it, the curse will naturally be lifted."

"That's it?" Richel was overjoyed, "This orc can also be resurrected?"

"Dead people can't be solved by burning a painting. It can only be said that there are...life forms that look the same as in the painting." He really didn't want to call the things that looked like this a race , "will not be cursed to die."

"Then what should he do? Is there a way to come back to life?" Richel patted his head, almost forgetting that there are such things as souls in this world.

"He died the day before yesterday, and it's only been two days. Is there a way to revive him through summoning the soul?" He felt that the flowers were bright, and his mood was joyful and excited.

Who doesn't have the top seven yet.

"That's the problem." Adrian shook his head, pulled Lesney over, and asked, "You didn't feel it just now, did you?"

Little Skull nodded obediently.

"According to your prophecy, this person should have eaten to death in the private room after entering the restaurant." Adrian looked at Richel and said slowly, "In other words, he will die." In the private room of the restaurant, look at the stomach of this corpse."

"I don't look at it, you just say it." He panicked, turned his head to the side, and waved his hands repeatedly.

Adrian smiled, why is his partner so cute.

He cut open the orc's stomach, and Richel took a breath, and hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, "Amitabha, you are so good."

"What spell are you chanting?" Adrian laughed, and returned to seriousness, "You see, he obviously ate, but he was able to walk out of the hotel safe and sound, and died in the middle of the night. What's even more strange is that I And Lesney, neither found the soul of this person after death."

"No soul? What's the situation?" Richel humbly asked for advice, his knowledge of this world is really too little.

"Under normal circumstances, after a race dies, if it is guided by the messenger of God to heaven, or if it signs a contract with other demons, I can sense it;

If it was taken away by the necromancer, or went to hell and purgatory to meet the god of death, Lesni would know.However, this person's soul seemed to have disappeared in this world, and no fragments could be found. "

Richel was confused, "Then how did he die?"

"There are no wounds or traces of the wizard's curse." Adrian shook his head, "In short, if he died because of your power of prophecy, then he should have died in the private room of our restaurant, not outside."

After a pause, he still spoke out his inference, "I'm not very clear about the specific situation, I think of two possibilities."

"One, these foods were eaten outside the restaurant, and then entered our restaurant to order food, but couldn't eat the food here, and died suddenly after leaving the restaurant.

However, if you are talking and chatting in a private room, you will be polite a few times anyway, and have a couple of bites with other people.And even if he took a sip of water in the private room, he might be cursed to death by the power of prophecy. "

"So, it is more likely that he died before coming to our restaurant, and he was not noticed by any relatives, and entered our restaurant in the form of a zombie or a walking corpse. Without a soul, naturally he will not be cursed."

"In any case, there is a question, where did his soul go?"