Alien world

Chapter 1179 101. Creating "Nutrients"

“It hurts so much—Ahhhhh!!!”

The man on the drawing board was struggling in pain, and a hideous and distorted expression appeared on the drawing board, which made Dade, who was somewhat displeased with its aura, unable to bear it for a moment.

"Don't stop, he is just pretending." Annan, who was crossing his arms, said coldly.

The man on the drawing board paused: "How do you know?"

"If you were really in pain you wouldn't draw an expression." On the surface, Candlehead is the most cunning one in the Weird Squad, but in fact, the one with the drawing board is the most mercenary guy.

Candlehead would buy himself clothes with the money he earned, while the drawing board man would give all the money he earned to the succubus - according to the succubus, the drawing board man liked to watch the "battle" between the succubus and the guests, and then draw it.

If this is the case, it can at most be considered lustful or a remnant of human instinct, but it actually sold the paintings it drew to the guests of the hotel -

Those guests were either tourists or mercenaries. They had never seen such immoral things before and could not control themselves. They would rather spend dozens of silver coins just to buy a set of paintings.

After so much time, Candlehead’s small treasury must have at least a few hundred kinnars.

It even became a specialty of Liberty City - the rules for candle heads were also limited to "draw what you see", and every time you finished drawing, you had to find a succubus to replenish it, otherwise the speed of making money would not be much slower than that of the theater.

"What do you feel? Tell the truth."

The person drawing the board answered honestly: "No feeling..."

Dad dispersed the natural energy that made the garden plants green and lush, and suggested, "Should we try some sacred magic?"

"Don't wow—"

"No need. Strange Stories City tried it before, but it was useless." Annan shook his head.

The strange abilities and this world are two different systems of power. For example, fel energy, but fel energy can be restrained by priests, and this "withering breath" has almost no weaknesses.

The princess at that time could only use the "breath of withering" to fight the "breath of withering".

What puzzled Dad the most was: "How can such a withering force be called 'humanity'?"

"The Skeleton King said that life is composed of three origins: soul, vitality, and humanity..." Annan shrugged, "But he is a legendary wizard. It is normal that we two-legged bugs cannot understand the world he sees."

If we were to say who has the deepest understanding of weirdness in Allen's world, it would be Skeleton King, but he was busy with other things and couldn't spare the time, so he sent all his research materials over.

Dad was just an archdruid, and it was extremely difficult for her to understand the legendary notes, but she was willing to do so - the legendary notes were far more valuable than wealth and power.

After spending a few days reading the analysis of human nature, Dad said something nonsense: "Human nature is the best nourishment."

This basically eliminates the idea that they want to replace human nature with other nutrients.

Humanity only exists in living things. The stronger the living thing, the more human nature it has, but only while it is still alive.

Bury living things within the tree roots?
Dade frowned just thinking about it, and looked up at the Other World Tree: "Is the Other World Tree an evil tree?"

"You're wrong. There's more humanity in monsters. It eats monsters, so it must be the tree of kindness." Annan corrected.

The tree in the other world swayed gently, as if responding to Annan.

The topic returned to the monster. The best way now is to find a living person, or find a monster to bury in it and try.

Annan's eyes fell on the man with the drawing board. It turned around and tried to escape, but Annan caught it back.

"Why have you become so timid?"

"I...I haven't grown up yet..."

Originally it was a serious offense, but suddenly he gained power and wanted to do evil things like other monsters - and then he was caught by the "Warden" and imprisoned in the church dungeon.

Then Annan came and took him out of the Strange Stories City. The Painter felt that his current stable life was not bad. Except for not being human, he had everything that he had when he was human but didn't have. Wealth, friends, being valued...

Seeing Annan's eyes constantly moving back and forth between the Other World Tree and himself, the man on the drawing board cried, "Brother, I am loyal to you!"

"I know. Don't be so afraid of death." Annan asked Dad, "I remember that creatures killed by monsters have a chance to be transformed into monsters?" "That's right."

"So should we bury the person directly, or transform him into a monster and then bury him?"

If it were the Empire, this would not be a choice. But Liberty City is not an evil territory, and the cruelest punishment is only hanging, and it has not been used for more than ninety days.

"Burying people..." Dade hesitated. "Killing lives 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, so he prepared to let them catch them alive!"

"That's not good either... The criminals deserve what they get, but what awaits them should be punishment."

These remarks obviously did not conform to the values ​​of Allen's world, but Dad was a druid, so Annan chose to follow her advice: "Then let's settle for the next best thing, Stencil Man, call the other monsters over."

Soon, strange teams of various shapes gathered in the lounge of the City Lord's Mansion.

"We haven't been together for a long time."

Annan sat on the sofa, looking at the monsters standing in a row in front of him, and sighed.

I can still vividly remember the adventures I had with them in the Strange City - no? How is that possible!

"Long time no see. This time I'm looking for you because I need your help with something. I've found a new job for you, executioner. All you have to do is kill the death row inmates. Who's interested?"

The Burnt Girl stood up silently.

"Me! Me! Me! Me!" The slug jumped high on the spot.

"Anything else?" Annan glanced at the remaining people.

"Me! Me! Me! Me!" Along with the bouncing, there were also strange sound effects.

"Invisible man?" Annan looked at the invisible man whose clothes were shaking.

"I...I'm a pretty good actor..."

"There is no conflict. You can be an actor on weekdays and kill people occasionally."

"Me! Me! Me! Me!"

The slug jumped in front of Annan and bounced, making it impossible for him to ignore it.

Annan looked at its body, which was not much longer than a finger, and asked, "Do you want to stab the prisoner to death with a needle?"

"It's not impossible!"

"We want to give the prisoner a quick death, not torture him... at least not when there is no need to torture him."

"You can come to me when you need torture!"

"Okay, count you in."

As for the remaining monsters... they don't even dare to kill people, so they should just live a peaceful life in Liberty City.

Apart from being unable to reproduce, there is no problem with living to the end of life.

As for the Burnt Girl, the Invisible Man, and the Slug, they can not only enhance their strength, but also provide nutrients to the other world, which is a win-win situation.

After sending them away, Annan said to Dade, who was watching quietly, "It's solved. We can continue the experiment in a few days."

"Thank you..." Dade said with a complicated tone, feeling a little touched.

She didn't expect Annan to really care about her opinion.

Annan leaned back on the sofa, stretched his body slightly, and said with a smile: "Respect is the key to maintaining friendship."

(End of this chapter)