Chapter 1179 101. Creating “Nutrition”
“It hurts so much—ahhhh!!!”
The person on the drawing board was struggling painfully, and a ferocious and twisted expression appeared on the drawing board, which made Da De, who didn't like its smell, couldn't bear it for a moment.
"Don't stop, he's just pretending." Annan, who was holding his arms next to him, said coldly.
The painter's movements stagnated: "How do you know?"
"If you were really in pain, you wouldn't know how to draw your expression." On the surface, the Candlehead of the Weird Team is the cunningest, but in fact, the Sketchpad is the most philistine guy.
The candle head will buy clothes for himself when he earns money, and all the money the artist makes will be given to the succubus - according to the succubus, the artist likes to watch the succubus "fight" with the guests, and then draw it. .
If this is the case, it can be regarded as lustful or residual human instinct at best, but it actually sells the paintings it draws to hotel guests——
Those guests are either tourists or mercenaries, why? I have seen such immoral things from time to time, and I can't control myself at all. I would rather spend dozens of silver coins just to buy a set of paintings.
After so long, Candlehead’s small treasury is probably worth at least a few hundred gold.
It has even become a specialty of Liberty City - that is, the rules for candle heads are also limited to "draw what you see". Every time you finish drawing, you have to find a succubus to replenish it, otherwise the speed of making money will not be much worse than that of the theater.
"What does it feel like, to be honest."
The artist answered honestly: "I don't feel it..."
Dade dispersed the natural beauty of the garden plants. Energy, suggested: "Shall we try sacred spells again?"
"No -"
"No need, Wenwen City tried it before, but it didn't work." Annan shook his head.
Weird abilities and this world are the power of two systems. It's like evil energy, but evil energy can be restrained by priests. There is almost no weakness in this "breath of withering".
The original princess could only use the "breath of withering" to fight against the "breath of withering".
What puzzles Da De the most is: "How can such a withered power be called 'human nature'?"
"The Skeleton King said that life consists of three parts: soul, vitality, and human nature. The original composition..." Annan shrugged, "But it is a legendary mage, and the world in its eyes is normal for two-legged insects like us to not understand."
If anyone in Allen's world knew the most about weirdness, it was Skeleton King. However, he was busy with other things and couldn't get away, so he sent over all the research materials.
Dade is just a great druid, and it is extremely difficult to read the legendary notes, but she is willing - the legendary notes are far more precious than wealth and power.
After spending a few days reading the analysis of human nature, Da De said a nonsense: "Human nature is the best nourishment."
Basically ruled out that they want to use other nutrients instead. The idea of humanity.
Human nature only exists in living bodies. The more powerful a living being is, the more human it becomes, but only while it is alive.
Bury living life into tree roots?
Da De frowned just thinking about it, and looked up at the tree from another world: "Is the tree from another world an evil tree?"
"Wrong, weird people have more humanity, It eats weird things, it must be the tree of kindness," Annan corrected.
The tree in the different world swayed gently, as if responding to Annan.
The topic returns to weirdness. The best way now is to find a living person or find a weird thing to bury in it
Annan's eyes fell on the painter. It turned around and tried to escape, but Annan caught it.
"Why have you become so timid?"
"I...I haven't been too big..."
It was a big mistake at first, but suddenly I got it After gaining strength, the artist wanted to act like other weirdos - and then he was caught by the "warden" and imprisoned in the church dungeon.
Then Annan came and took him out of Yiwen City. The sketchpad man feels that the current stable life is not bad. Apart from not being like a human being, he has everything that he did not have when he looked like a human being. Wealth, friends, being valued...
Looking at Annan's eyes constantly patrolling back and forth between the tree in the other world and himself, the painter cried: "Brother, I am loyal to you!"
"I know, don't be so greedy for life and fear of death." Annan asked Da De: "I remember that creatures killed by weirdos have a chance of being transformed into weirdos?" "That's right."
"Then do we bury people directly, or do we transform them into weirdos and then bury them? ?”
If it were an empire, this would definitely not be a multiple-choice question. But Liberty City is not an evil place, and the most cruel punishment is hanging, and it has been useless for more than ninety days.
"Bury people..." Da De hesitated. "Killing life is an evil act..."
"We can use death row prisoners." Annan remembered that the Hellfire Legion and the Punishment Legion were still cleaning up pests in the principality, preparing to let them catch them alive! "
"That's not good... The criminals deserve what they deserve, but what awaits them should be punishment. "
These remarks are obviously not in line with the values of Allen's world, but Da De is a druid, and Annan chooses to follow her opinion: "Then the next best thing is to do the next best thing, the painter, and call the other weirdos over. ”
Soon, strange teams of different shapes gathered in the lounge of the city lord’s mansion.
"We haven't been together for a long time."
Annan sighed as he sat on the sofa and watched the weirdos standing in a row in front of him.
The adventure of taking them on a rampage in Lost City is still fresh in my mind - no? How is that possible!
“Long time no see, I came to you this time because I need your help with something. I have found a new profession for you, executioner. What you have to do is to kill the death row inmates. Who is interested?”< br>
The burnt girl stood up silently.
"Me! Me! Me! Me!" Slug jumped high on the spot.
"Are there any more?" Annan glanced at the remaining people.
"Me! Me! Me! Me!" Along with bouncing, there are also strange sound effects.
"Invisible Man?" Annan looked at the invisible man whose clothes were shaking.
"I...I am doing a pretty good job as an actor..."
"No conflict, you can be an actor on weekdays, and occasionally kill people part-time."
"Me! Me! Me! Me!"
The slug jumped in front of Annan, making him unable to The method is ignored again.
Annan looked at its figure, which was not much longer than a finger: "Do you want to stab the prisoner with a needle?"
"No, no!"
"We want to give the prisoner a happy death instead of torturing him...at least not when torture is not needed."
"You can come to me when you need torture!"
"Okay. Well, count you in. "
As for the remaining weirdos... they don't even dare to kill people, so they should just live a peaceful life in Liberty City.
Other than being unable to reproduce, there is no problem in living to death.
As for the Scorched Girl, the Invisible Man, and the Slug, they can not only increase their strength, but also provide nutrients to the other world, which is a win-win situation.
Sent them off, Annan and Da De, who were watching quietly, said: "It's solved, we can continue the experiment in a few days."
"Thank you..." Da De said complicatedly, Somewhat touching.
She didn’t expect Annan to really care about her opinion.
Annan leaned on the sofa, stretched his body slightly, smiled and said: "Respect is the key to maintaining friendship."
(End of this chapter)