Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

The three-headed hellhound was so big that half the hall was filled with dead dogs.

"This dog has been with me for three thousand years, and has been guarding the gate of hell diligently and hard-working since he was born." Sitting next to the stove, Mephisto burst into tears, almost dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"It's a shame that I'm incompetent and can't protect it; it's a shame that Jehovah is so arrogant that he dealt so cruelly to the hell plane..." Looking at the dog meat on the grill, Mephisto's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his tone became brighter and brighter. It's sadness and anger. He talks so much about "revenge" that if Jehovah were to face him, he would want to swallow him in a gulp of water.

"Uh... Mr. Mephisto!" Erica said a little uneasily, "Are you saying that this dog... was killed by Jehovah?"

"Hmph! That's not the case. The Lord himself wouldn't kill a dog!"

Mephisto was silent for a while and finally said, "This dog died accidentally."

Cauvus blinked, recalling the flat wasteland of the River of the Dead, and then nodded: "Well, he should have fallen to death!"

The first batch of roasted meats were already cooked, sizzling with hot oil, and Kaous sprinkled a little spice and salt, and a strong aroma immediately hit his nostrils.

"It's ready to eat..." Kausu was about to invite everyone to come and eat. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and the dog meat on the grill suddenly disappeared without a trace. Then he looked at Mephisto, who was sitting opposite, and he was eating it in his spare time. He picked up the cup and took a sip, as if the disappearing dog meat had nothing to do with him.

He sighed, cut off another large piece of meat from the dog's leg next to him, and continued to grill it. This time, his portion was quite generous, with two or three kilograms per large piece, five pieces per skewer, and seven or eight large skewers. The dog meat was placed on the elder's stove, and the burning soul fire burned the dog meat until it changed color, tightened, and slowly released its fragrance.

"Old Mo, eat slowly!" Kausu slowly flipped the iron fork, "Have you never eaten a three-headed hell dog in the past tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years?"

"I've definitely never eaten it!" Mephisto's face was a little distorted when he mentioned this, "I never thought that the three-headed dog of hell could eat it! After all, it was once one of the main legions of hell, although it is no longer It used to be so beautiful, but I miss my old love and keep it like this - and don't call me Lao Mo!"

As the watchdog of the Gate of Hell, the three-headed dog also had a moment of glory. When the devil dog Garmu was still alive, the three-headed dog clan, under the leadership of the king of hellhounds, terrorized hundreds of millions of undead. It wasn't until Jiamu and Dier were both killed in a bloody battle with the heavenly plane that the hell three-headed dog clan began a distant and long kingless era. The glory of the past has come to an end, so that the entire species has gradually become cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Listening to Kausi quietly explaining to Erica the origin of the three-headed dog of hell, Mephisto raised his eyebrows, picked up a piece of roasted meat from the grill, and said with a smile: "I heard about you as a prophet before. The title, I thought it was some magic mage who was pretending to be a ghost, but I didn’t expect it was a bit..."

His face suddenly became distorted, and he turned his head suddenly, staring at the door of the hotel without blinking.

"Wow! What is so fragrant?" A crisp voice floated in, and a curvy figure suddenly rushed to the stove, with beautiful big eyes smiling like crescent moons, "Kaus, this is roasted specially for me. Really? The meat tastes so delicious!"

"Oh, an old gentleman brought a three-headed hell dog over and asked me to help him bake it!"

Kausi said with a smile, "There are many more, as long as Mr. Mephisto agrees..."

"Agree, agree, agree!" Mephisto nodded like he was pounding garlic. He looked Cauius up and down carefully and said with a wry smile, "No wonder Gu Yi told me your whereabouts so readily. It turns out you There is still something like this hidden in the hotel..."

"Mr. Mephisto?" Little Carrie glanced at Mephisto with her big black and white eyes, "Uncle, I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere?"

"I've never seen it, absolutely never! Just call me Lao Mo!"

Mephisto immediately sat upright, forcing a warm smile from his face, "I brought you some food specially. Look, the best three-headed hell dog, not too old or too young, exactly three thousand years old, tastes good Good, chewy, tender and elastic, juicy and full..."

"Is that so? Thank you so much!" Carrie happily picked up the dog meat on the grill and took a bite, almost breaking the iron skewer in half, and her eyes became two slits, "Wow, it's really It’s delicious!”

She ate several large skewers of dog meat. Seeing that no one moved, she urged: "What are you doing standing around? Let's eat together! Isn't there a lot more?"

"Eat, eat, let's eat too!" Mephisto finally came to his senses and tore off a large piece of bloody dog ​​meat with his own hands. He wanted to put it into the stove, but he didn't know what to do with it. Kaus sighed and threw the Balrog Hammer in the open space, drawing out the blazing flames of hell.

"What a good idea!" Mephisto suddenly became energetic. He stretched out his hand and made a few gestures at the body of the three-headed dog. Hundreds of large and small pieces of dog meat flew up, and flew smoothly into the flames of hell. Floating in mid-air, it seemed to be strung with iron sticks, and began to rotate slowly...

Erica had a big appetite, but after eating two pieces of the dog meat, which weighed more than ten kilograms each, and drinking a few glasses of fruit wine, her belly was full. She patted her belly and walked to the sofa to lie down with satisfaction. Kausu had almost finished eating and was sitting next to him concentrating on the barbecue. Only Mephisto and Carrie were left feasting.

"Carrie, why are you here? Where is your dad?"

"Still walking outside..." Carrie still had a piece of meat in her mouth, holding a piece in each hand, pointing at Mephisto and shouting vaguely, "You also said you haven't seen me, otherwise how would you know? my name?"

"I have indeed never seen you!" Mephisto said seriously, "I have met your father, and you have the same aura as him. As for why I know your name...many people know it!"

Kausi turned his head and asked with interest: "Is Carrie's father... Mr. Garland famous?"

"Well..." Mephisto hesitated for a moment, "He is somewhat famous. After all, very few people have seen him. I also glanced at him from a distance a long time ago. However, he knows me, and I also Know him."

"A bit famous" "very few seen". These two completely correct wordings completely put Kaus into a trap. He nodded, thinking that they were probably the kind of mutants with a little strength. Fortunately, Lao Mo was knowledgeable and knew even these remote mutants. If he were a superhero like Team Shock, flying around the universe, his reputation would have spread far and wide...

But Kausu's calm and calm expression completely changed in Mephisto's eyes. He couldn't help but be in awe of Cauvus, wondering where did this freak come from? He was so calm in the face of the name of Swallowing Star, one of the five creation gods, that he even dared to take his daughter home and raise him...

Fortunately, Kausu was not so stupid after all. Just when he was about to forget about it, he finally remembered a detail in Mephisto's words.

"A long time ago!"

When a dimension lord talks about a long time, it is definitely an extremely long time.

so. The identity of "Mr. Garland" is by no means simple.

Or……

Kausu raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling that he might have misunderstood something.