Open Your Quest Log Chapter 422

The door opened again, and Barrett, who had returned with a full load, walked out of the crime scene with a relaxed expression, while the little ghost returned to the place of eternal sleep to rest in order to avoid wasting the hard-won energy.

The two devils who were waiting outside glanced sideways at the door, with a slightly weird expression, but they didn't say much. The three creatures looked at each other on the street, and tacitly did not mention it.

As long as the promotion opportunities of these two devils are still tied to their bodies, they should always help themselves. Barrett thought so.

"Go back now? Or do you want to sit down and relax on something else?" Acupuncture Demon asked.

Relax, this is a good suggestion. "Since there's still time, you can take me around town," said Barrett. "It's better to find a pub, whatever, even if it only serves the worst rye beer. it is good."

The barbarian felt his saliva suddenly increase, so he smacking his lips subconsciously, "By the way, why don't you provide some liquid with alcohol in your prison, believe me, if there is alcohol, the prisoners will be more cooperative. Haven't heard the saying, 'Drunken people dare to make deals with the devil' (generally used to describe drinking without any scruples), I think this is exactly what you need."

"No, no, alcohol is not a good thing, because it will bring chaos." The Barb Demon shook his head solemnly, "And chaos will eventually lead to destruction, the destruction of the entire universe!"

Saying this from the mouth of a devil feels indescribably awkward, like a thief advising you not to throw **** everywhere, and what he does himself is not much better than this, even more so. bad.

"It's not that serious." Barrett laughed, "Have you ever seen a glass of wine cause... Forget it, let me have a drink and you can watch it. Don't tell me that such a big city, even a There are no ordinary taverns." He wanted to say that he had seen people killed by a glass of wine, but then he thought that there were quite a few such people.

"I know a tavern that meets your requirements. It's not far from here," the Needle Demon said, "and on the way back, we can stop by for a while. The owner of that tavern is human, just like you. "

fellow human beings living in hell? Barrett really wanted to know, "Come on, I don't want to waste my limited time standing stupidly." He urged.

In the barbarian's keen perception, the group of them seemed to be returning to the original road in the general direction, but the surrounding scenery was very different from when they came before, as if it was a completely new area that had never been before.

"Why did you design the city like this?" he asked curiously. "I mean, is it just to prevent people like me from escaping?"

"No, these changes are not to prevent anything, and the speed of this kind of landscape change is not under the control of any worker." The Needle Demon replied, "Here, whether it is the constantly changing street buildings, or the dreamlike landscape. Illusions and illusions are the reactions and manifestations of the City Lord's mind." The devil said solemnly.

Barrett didn't quite understand it, and he wanted to know more about this question, but the two demons waved their hands at the same time, signaling him not to ask more.

After walking for about a cup of tea, Barrett suddenly saw a burly physique with a reptilian appearance, with six pure black compound eyes side by side on the head, and thousands of inlaid skin scales. A strange devil with half-melted soul coins hangs in the middle of the intersection.

This devil tirelessly **** the huge wings behind him, greedily scrutinizing all the passersby.

"Unfortunate, it's the tax collector 'Kalbak'!" The Needle Demon frowned.

"Damn it, it's not a good thing to meet him!" The Barb Demon helped from the side, "I just made some money recently, and I have a little more money. I didn't expect to meet this guy right away."

"There will also be tax collectors in hell?" Barrett slowed down following the devil.

"Of course!" said the barb demon, "otherwise, how do you think this city works? Although we are low-level demons with no identity, we are not slaves, and we also need wages. You know, we do things for free. The devil will never do it, either internally or externally."

"Can't we change the road?" Barrett looked around and found a small building with a plaque of 'Minauros Worm Tour Group Registration Office' and a building called 'Magma Bath'. In the middle of the building, there was an extremely narrow and dark alley, and there happened to be a little devil with a silver collar around his neck in his eyes, turning around and entering the alley, which showed that there was indeed a road there.

"We can go around there, and then go to the tavern another way." Barbarian pointed to the alley and said, "If it's not a dead end there."

"It's useless." The Needle Demon shook his head, "As long as you see Karbak, then no matter how you detour or avoid, you will still reach the intersection in the end. And those waiting at the intersection, even if Not Karbak, but other tax collectors. Unless you paid your last tax."

"Are the taxes high?"

"It's different every time anyway." The Barb Demon groped for a purse around his waist and opened it reluctantly, "It ranges from a few blood coins to hundreds of soul coins, and sometimes even asks for it directly. Valuable gear and items, even souls. Hey, say it up front, we'll each pay."

Since you can't escape, you can only face it. Barritt continued to walk forward with his fellow demons, but was stopped by the demon covered in coins, unsurprisingly.

The tax collector of **** looked at them condescendingly, and scratched and scratched his coin-filled body with his claws. When it found out that Barrett was a human being, he said in a strange common language, "Taxes are order. The best guarantee!" It said word by word, "Let me see the amount you need to pay, everyone can't be an exception."

Karbak lowered his body, stretched out his head and sniffed the barbed demon Mitanu, "Thirty blood coins." It reported a number, "It seems that your recent harvest is okay."

"So-so, so-so." The Barb Demon was vaguely perfunctory, and counted the corresponding amount from the purse, and handed it over to the other party with a heartache.

The next one was Acupuncture Demon Seg, and Karbak also smelled it again and again, "A blood coin." It said in a gloomy voice, "Your recent income is actually less than your arm."

"I'm not very interested in making money." Acupuncture Demon offered a blood-red coin.

Finally, there was Barrett, the devil tax collector sniffed his nose with the same action, "Oh, oh! This taste, this taste, is so sweet!" His mouth was drooling, and he looked a little horrified. people.

Barrett took a step back in disgust, but the other party followed closely, "It's the smell of souls, so many souls!" The guy said happily, "Your recent harvest is extremely rich, it will almost make most devils. jealous."

The devil stared at the barbarian with his six compound eyes at the same time. "Three ordinary souls, none of which are missing!" he said loudly.

"How much can you smell someone's latest harvest with your nose?" Barrett asked aloud.

"Not smell." Karbach replied ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but looked. It pointed to its own compound eyes, "This city has no secrets for the Lord of the City, and we are just acting on behalf of the Lord of the City." "

"Then why are you doing this?" The barbarian imitated the other's nose sniffing.

"This is my habit, and it has nothing to do with you. Also, don't ask about a devil's secret at will, it's very rude!" Karbak was a little impatient, "Hurry up and pay, human, or I will call the guard. You will be imprisoned in Mantiri and will lose your freedom for the rest of your life."

Don't worry, I'll be there in a minute. "Can this be replaced by something else?" Barrett tried to negotiate, "For example, gold coins, gold coins of yellow and orange?"

"...Gold coins are also fine." The devil tax collector reluctantly agreed, "But you have to pay more. Are you sure you want to use gold coins? Isn't it more convenient for souls? I know you have a lot."

"Just use gold coins!" Barrett said firmly.

"...Okay." The other party was a little dissatisfied. "At today's exchange rate, plus the handling fee, you need to pay, um, 2,904 gold coins. If you make it up, it's 3,000 coins."

Why don't you round down? Barrett wanted to argue a few more words, but he was afraid of other accidents, so he obediently paid the tax in full.

After that, they continued on through the crossroads, and it didn't take long for them to come to the tavern in the mouth of the needle stick.

The name of the tavern is 'Soul Elegy', and the outside decoration is no different from an ordinary tavern in the main material world. When Barrett pushed in the door, the needle-thorn beside him suddenly tugged at him.

"What's wrong?" The barbarian asked suspiciously.

"That's the opponent you end up with." The Needle Demon replied, "It's the guy sitting in the corner."

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