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Barrett had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was wearing azure leather armor, sitting on a dilapidated wooden bed, holding the intact saber in both hands - the Iron Bride. At the end of his vision, the flames in the fireplace were pulsing softly, and figures were constantly moving back and forth by the fireplace.

Along with the movement of the figure, there was a girl complaining incessantly. The girl's voice fluctuated far and near, high and low, ethereal and ethereal, making it hard to hear.

Barrett wanted to turn his head to look at the girl, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the body one bit. He couldn't control himself, his eyes could only stay on the sword in both hands.

The weight and touch of the saber made Barrett miss it, as if it was connected to his own blood. The scene in front of you is also somewhat familiar, but when and where did it happen? Barrett tried to recall, but found that he couldn't remember any of the memories related to it at all.

At this moment, the figure by the fireplace slowly approached from the edge of the field of vision, and a pair of gray short boots appeared in front of him. The two short boots were slightly apart, and one of the short boots tapped the floor lightly, revealing the dissatisfaction of the owner of the short boots.

The girl's voice rang out from her ears again, this time very close, but Barrett still couldn't hear what she was talking about.

Immediately afterwards, he found that his body was slowly sitting upright, and his eyes began to move up automatically. Looking up along the old light blue dress, Barrett finally saw the girl who was talking.

But the girl's face was very hazy, like a pond dripping with rain. The ripples on the surface of the pond made everything blurry, except that the red color was still bright and charming, attracting all his eyes.

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He opened his eyes with great effort, and there was a cracked red-black rock above his head. Turning his head and looking to the left, a certain humanoid bone with a few ribs missing was sitting quietly in the corner of the wall, staring silently at himself with those empty eye sockets.

"Looks like I'm still alive, in this **** prison." Barrett sat up to himself and found that his limbs were sturdy handcuffs and shackles.

"Where else do you think it would be? My friend." The voice of the soul merchant 'Elvis' came from next door, "A tavern that can be drunk, or a place that can be called 'home'?"

Is it 'home'? This word is very unfamiliar to Barrett. "When was I sent back?" he asked the Soul Merchant. "It doesn't happen that you fell asleep again this time."

"Two days ago," replied the soul merchant, "I could see very clearly when you were brought back this time. At that time, your injuries were quite serious, and you were bleeding all over the floor, and you were completely unconscious. Those two devils The jailer just threw you into the cage and left you alone. I thought you wouldn't survive, so I was sad for a while. Friends who want to chat casually are not easy things."

Wound? Yes, I'm hurt, badly! Barrett remembered what had happened in the interrogation room earlier.

Recalling the details of killing the Bone Demon Inquisitor, the barbarian smiled with satisfaction. Then he looked down at his body again, and found that it was covered with all kinds of scars, big and small. It looked really shocking at first glance, but all the wounds were actually scabbed, and it should be able to fully recover in a short time.

The subsequent effect of the potion was still quite extraordinary, and one-third of the troll's recovery ability was stabilized, saving his life again. Barrett is now really grateful to the weird pharmacist named 'Jorel'.

It can be seen that the old man is definitely a genius in the extraction and fusion of magic materials. He extracted the characteristics of the troll very thoroughly, and through the assistance of other materials and alchemy methods, he "perfectly" fused it into the drinker. on the body.

If you have the opportunity to go back, you must thank the old man. Barrett thought, by the way, ask him if there is a way to offset the side effects of the medicine, ...

"There are fewer and fewer people in this cell," Elvis continued. "Hunt has moved out of here, or died in the arena, who knows, he didn't come back anyway. And that lad Martin. It's been on the verge of collapse these past few days, I could still hear him banging his head against the wall frantically yesterday, but today there's no sound at all."

Turning around and looking across, the cage was indeed empty. Barrett looked at the young prisoner's location again, but did not find Martin. It seemed that the young man was hiding in a corner no one could see, as usual.

"Martin, Martin!" Barrett called twice, but there was no answer, and the young man didn't know if it was life or death, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Why did you get hurt so badly, didn't I tell you before? If the devil asks you a question, you just need to answer it calmly, don't think about concealing and resisting, it will be of no use and will only increase Pain." The soul merchant sighed and said, "No one can hide anything that Inquisitor 'Damases' wants to know."

"You told me before that if the devil dies in hell, it will not be possible to resurrect again, is this true?" Barrett asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, it's no secret. Anyone with a little common sense knows this, even the youngest son of my former coachman's lover's neighbor!" replied the soul merchant, "why do you think of asking this?"

"I just want to confirm one thing." Barbarian said indifferently.

"I didn't understand." Elvis didn't understand. "What exactly do you want to confirm?"

"Confirm whether the dead bone demon judge will be resurrected again." Barrett sat down leaning against his 'roommate', slowly closed his eyes, and prepared to regain some energy before thinking about something.

You know, thinking can be quite exhausting.

"What are you talking about? Which bone demon died? The one that judged you? Could it be Damasis the 'Mystery Strangler'?" The soul merchant's tone was full of doubt and surprise, "This is not at all It's possible, totally impossible!!"

Barrett didn't explain anything, because it wasn't necessary. At this time, he was thinking about why he was still alive, why after killing the bone devil judge and so many devil jailers, the devils still didn't kill him? Do they still want to continue torture and torture?

After a moment of silence, the soul merchant asked again unwillingly, "Damases is really dead?"

"Why should I lie to you?" Barrett asked with closed eyes. "Although I don't know the name of the bone demon, I can be sure that it is the interrogator in the prison."

There was another silence, and the soul merchant banged on the wall with a 'dong dong dong', "Tell me, who killed him."

"Me." The barbarian answered briefly.

"You? Hey, it's impossible. You're already like this, how can you kill Damasis?" The soul merchant didn't believe it at all. "Have you been tortured and broken? Have hallucinations? Kill his plot?"

Conjecture? hallucinations? Barrett opened his eyes and frowned, recalling the whole process in his mind. Our barbarian adventurer has indeed had hallucinations many times before, so he is really a little worried about this speculation about the soul merchant at this time.

After checking the details many times, Barrett shook his head and denied, "It's not an illusion, I'll definitely kill that guy."

"Then why did the devils allow you to survive?" The soul merchant asked the question in the barbarian's heart.

"This is where I am puzzled." Barrett touched the already thick beard on his chin. "With your knowledge of the devil, help me speculate the reason."

"Assuming you kill Damascus?"

"I did kill him!" Barrett emphasized. "It's not a hypothesis, it's a fact!"

"Okay, okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you did kill Damascus and the devil didn't kill you, the most likely reason is that some devils don't want to kill you."

"What kind of **** reasoning is this?" Barrett was dissatisfied with the answer. "Why don't some devils want to kill me?"

"Simply because it, or they, have a vested interest in the whole thing," Elvis said solemnly. "Who benefits from it? I think the most obvious one is the new interrogator. You know, this position is extremely important in 'Mantili', because it can know a lot of unknown secrets, and maybe a secret may bring a huge amount of souls."

The new judge? This is a reasonable guess, and Barrett nodded subconsciously.

"As far as I know, several **** dukes under the second-tier lord 'Dispat' must want their subordinates to get this key position." The soul merchant became more and more excited, "and treat failure as the devil. The harsh attitude of the leader, I think the new successor is unlikely to be in the same group as Damasis. As long as it is not in the same group, there is a high probability of being against that guy! You know, the Devil Archduke Dispater He has always been known for being calculating, careful, and increasingly paranoid. So under his 'leadership', the relationship between the few **** dukes is not very good."

"You mean that the new Inquisitor doesn't want me to die?" Barrett asked again.

"It should be more accurate to say that he doesn't care about your life or death, that's why they sent you back and left you to fend for yourself." The soul merchant replied, "But I think, as a new judge, you can take office as the biggest judge. The reason, he will definitely meet you. Besides, that day shouldn't be too far away."

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