The Demon’s Menu

Pea Street, located in the south of Lord City, is a small market.

Unlike the shops on Kensington Street, most of them are mobile vendors.

Moreover, compared with the wide Kensing Street, Pea Street is much narrower, and it is difficult for carriages to pass here normally.

So, Jason jumped out of the carriage at the intersection of Pea Street.

Jason, be careful.

Bundy whispered.

Um.

Jason nodded in response, then, closing the door, he told Finch, who was the driver, Be careful on the road.

Understood, Your Excellency Jason.

Young people are guaranteed.

Snapped!

Gululu.

With a flick of the reins, the carriage quickly disappeared into the night.

Jason stood there, watching the carriage disappear, and then turned to Pea Street.

At this time, the vendors who set up the stalls have basically closed their stalls.

But there are still many people carrying huge burdens or walking on this street with trolleys. Unlike ordinary traders, most of these people are strong and armed, even if there are one or two thin, It also has a strange smell, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they look at it.

Jason stood hidden in a shadow and looked around quietly.

Until Tanir appears.

The Deer Academy teacher pushed a cart and looked around.

Apparently looking for Jason.

here.

Jason reminded aloud.

Tanir immediately followed the sound to find Jason.

Look,

The mask you want.

Tanir took out a hockey mask as if offering a treasure.

This is a standard ice hockey mask, with neat small holes on the forehead and cheeks, and a tinge of blood rubbed between the eyes.

Jason picked up the mask and put it on directly.

After a slight adjustment, a hidden comfort reappears.

Make him calm down instantly.

Tanier, who was standing in front of Jason, was stunned, because he never realized that Jason was so suitable for a hockey mask.

Your cloak.

Tanir handed the cloak.

The cloak is not cheap, it is smooth to start with, and it is not cumbersome to wear on the body. More importantly, there are two inner linings on the shoulders, making it impossible to see the wearer's body shape at all.

After adjusting the 'Winchester Brothers', the two 'MF92' and the 'UZ submachine gun', Jason quietly waited for Tanir to change his outfit.

The same cloak, the mask is a clown.

How about it?

The first time I saw a clown show when I was a kid, I fell in love with the clown.

pity……

I don't have the talent to be a comedian.

Tanier pointed to the red nose on his mask.

Jason looked and made no comment.

After all, for him, the 'Joker' is more than just a comedian.

Why so serious?

Jason muttered involuntarily.

what?

Tanier didn't understand.

Jason silently shook his head, walked straight out of the shadows, and walked towards Pea Street.

Why so serious?

Tanir stood there and repeated this sentence.

Inexplicably, he likes this sentence very much.

He felt that he should be very suitable for this sentence.

After all, he had wanted to be a comedian.

However, the next moment, when he saw that Jason had gone far, he immediately pushed the cart and chased after him.

Wait for me!

Tanier shouted.

Gululu.

The wheel of the trolley was spinning fast, and the tall, strong figure strode forward,

The tall and thin figure quickly chased after them, and someone unconsciously set their eyes on the two of them.

However, after seeing the clown mask clearly, they all looked away.

At most, it's a second or two in that weird hockey mask.

A guard?

I'm very familiar with Tanir.

Jason thought about it, and looked at No. 10 Pea Street, which was close at hand.

This is a three-storey building, and the exterior is no different from the surrounding buildings. Although the windows are clean, they all look like a certain period.

At this moment, the lights on the second and third floors are on.

Jason could even see people walking back and forth with food on the second floor.

only……

There were no footsteps.

Jason, whose perception is more than twice that of ordinary people, is very sure that what he sees should be something like a phantom.

And as a location for a mysterious side meeting, it's normal to have these.

Looking back, Jason looked in front of him.

A small fence gate blocked the way.

Iron, with many red rust spots.

The door was not locked, but closed.

From the doorpost on the left hangs a handle—an old-fashioned doorbell.

Jason didn't act rashly, and Brick looked at Tanir.

Give it to me.

Tanier said, and pulled the handle.

With the rhythm of pulling it slowly, and then speeding it up twice, the iron fence in front of their door opened automatically after two times in a row.

Snapped!

With the opening of the fence, the door of the building across a small flowerbed also opened.

Tanier pushed the trolley straight in.

Jason followed.

Unobstructed all the way.

Go through doors, hallways, halls, and...

A staircase that spins down.

It's the kind of stairs with steps on both sides and a plane in the middle.

Apparently, the organizers here took into account people like Tanir who came with carts.

Go down about a hundred steps.

A wooden door stood in front of him.

Tanier knocked on the door without Jason speaking.

Boom, boom, boom!

Beard, hair, nails.

After knocking on the door, Tanir reported a strange code.

The next moment, the door opened.

And following the door, a series of mixed voices instantly entered Jason's ears.

Buy 'Laughter' paws!

Buy the tongue of the 'Trickster'!

Buy the 'Submariner' tentacles!

...

It looks like he has eaten it all.

The taste is still good.

Then, Jason's nose, hidden under the mask, suddenly twitched.

he,

Smell the food.

There are some that belong to the 'laughter', some that belong to the 'traveling', and some that belong to the 'submarine', and there are tastes that he is not familiar with.

but,

It's all delicious!

The corners of Jason's mouth turned up slightly.

Hidden under the ice hockey mask, he showed a smile without hesitation.

How about it?

Isn't it a surprise?

When I first came, I was surprised too.

The pea market—not the ones you see on the ground.

Underground!

It's the real pea market!

Tanier looked at Jason, who was obviously stunned beside him, and couldn't help laughing.

Um.

Somewhat unexpected.

I didn't expect so many...

The sound gradually disappeared, and Jason had already strode inward.

The underground hall in the interior is big enough and square. When Jason stands at the door and looks at it, he can see thirty or forty booths.

There is also a huge tent in the center, with a big sign hanging outside the tent——

1. 1 full fur of the giggler (5 gold grams)

2. Axe Lizard Poison Sac 1 (20g)

3. 1 serving of Dumela whole wing bone (20g)

4. 1500 grams of Meetia hair (50 gold grams)

5. Details of the 'Moon Mask' club (no official information required) (200 gold grams)

(Note: Except for 5, the more the better - 'Sir Beta')

...

That's what I call the sponsor's needs, and Sir Beta has always been generous.

As Tanier said, he stopped the trolley, removed the binding rope on it, and then pulled out a banner.

'Elixir - made from mummy powder! ’

'2 gold grams 1 serving! ’

With the appearance of the banner, many people flocked to Tanier's booth.

Buy it!

No no no!

Decline to counter-offer!

While talking, Tanier looked at Jason next to him: You can go around first, open the communication session, get midnight, and if you need Jinke, I can lend you a little.

no need.

Jason refused.

Through the big brand and the surrounding hawkers, he probably knew the 'price'.

With his worth of 4 gold grams, 9 silver grams and 9 copper grams, he can't even afford the fur of a 'laughter'.

And if you want to supplement the 'satiation', you need a lot of gold grams here.

Fortunately, there is still a good opportunity ahead.

Jason's eyes were locked on Article 5 of the big brand, especially the label that didn't require 'official news'.

Then, he walked towards the tent.

What happened without Jink?

he,

return,

Can,

Sell ​​your 'self'.

PS Feilong recommends a new book My Daughter and I in the End Times drawn by my friend Sha Youwi; Introduction: The world has changed, it is in ruins, and my three-year-old daughter is calling: Dad, I am hungry.