Watching Bai Ye fell silent.

Archimonde suddenly panicked: "Lord Pavilion Master, I won't eat too much, I will restrain myself."

In his mind, the grade of delicious food is at least a commodity in the primary VIP area of ​​the trading pavilion.

For fear that Bai Ye was unwilling to let him join the trading pavilion because of "too expensive consumption".

Let him, who has no "money", have to go back to **** to eat something—

The lava scorched as hard as stone flesh, unknown slugs, and covered in leaves full of thorns.

From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult.

After eating the "deliciousness" of the Exchange Pavilion, who would want to go back and eat that garbage!

Archimonde was a little nervous, waiting for the answer from the trading pavilion master.

If the pavilion master does not agree, then the 10,000 points in the reward can only be eaten for another three or five days.

Even if the rewarded products are sold, it will be mixed for three or five days at most.

From then on, he Archimonde will go back to **** and continue to eat things that can't be called food at all.

Hell is not a good place.

Barren, chaotic, disorderly.

All kinds of demons are born fast, grow fast, and die fast.

The so-called civilization is "war civilization", fighting and criticizing each other almost all the time.

trade?

Very few, not systematic at all.

In the most primitive stage of bartering—or, man-for-man.

You help me kill that succubus today, and I'll help kill that fire devil tomorrow.

Demons never accumulate any wealth. If there is wealth in hell, does magma count?

If not, it's rock.

On the contrary, some demons have learned to make hard rocks into weapons, that's all.

Archimonde was just lucky to pick up the trading order, sell a weapon that is hard enough and heavy enough, and got some wealth value.

He is strong and really strong, and poor is really poor.

It's not that Archimonde didn't think about doing things according to the rules of hell.

But the devil is chaotic and disorderly, but it does not mean stupid.

Archimonde can feel the power of this trading pavilion master. If he really messes up, he may not be able to eat delicious food in his life.

When facing the night.

Archimonde did not have any idea of ​​"playing by the rules of hell", but chose to abide by the rules of the trading cabinet.

"Actually..." Bai Ye thought about it for a while, and felt that he wanted to eat a good honest person without deceiving him—no, it was an honest devil. "Those delicious things are not expensive, but they are very expensive in my trading hall."

Archimonde froze for a moment.

"It's just for eating. Other worlds are actually very cheap. You have 100 points of wealth and enough to eat for a while." Bai Ye said.

"Yes, is that so?" Archimonde asked.

In the Trading Pavilion, he had less contact with other people.

Even in human form, the appearance of a demon is too obvious.

Most people are wary of races like demons and devils.

"Yes, that's it." Bai Ye said.

"Then I can eat here for a long time?" Archimonde was as happy as a demon with more than 200 tons.

"Of course, you can't." Bai Ye said, "The food in my trading pavilion is so expensive, whether I like it or not."

"..." Archimonde's joy suddenly disappeared.

"If you don't join the Trading Pavilion, you can find a rich guest from another world and ask him to take you to his world." Bai Ye said, "At least you can enjoy it."

"What about joining the Trading Pavilion?" Archimonde asked.

"Join the Trading Pavilion." Bai Ye laughed, "You can eat the delicacies of the endless world! Become the first gourmet among the demons!"

"Done!"

Archimonde said that he originally followed the pavilion owner to have meat to eat.

Now I'm following the pavilion master. There are all kinds of meat to eat. Do I still need to consider it?

In this way, Archimonde became White Night's agent.

I found Cobot and explained the responsibilities and abilities of the agent.

Archimonde nodded frequently, opening the door to a new world.

"By the way, Lao Ke, do you have a dream of becoming a chef?" Bai Ye asked.

Maybe "the devil who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good agent"?

Or, the devil's little master, the devil of the food, the devil's spirit, etc.?

"No, pavilion master." Archimonde said honestly, "I'm only quite a diner, and I don't want to be a cook at all."

Eating is cool, but cooking is not necessarily fun.

Archimonde wasn't contrived at all.

"That's it, Cobot, take him to Lars." Bai Ye said, "Old Ke, you are the pioneer type agent, go and learn the basic operation from Senior Lars."

"They are all pioneering (doing things) type agents."

"By the way, there are a lot of fighters out there who like to fight. Seeing that you are going to fight, you don't have to worry about it. Just don't kill people. This is called meeting friends through martial arts, and you don't need to be mentally burdened." Bai Ye said.

"it is good."

Archimonde smiled naively.

"Let's go." Cobot tried to reach out and put it on Archimonde's arm, and the two disappeared at the same time.

As a first-level agent, Archimonde will not be given any authority in the trading cabinet by Bai Ye.

After sending away the foodie demon, another person appeared in front of Bai Ye.

It was the fire passer who wanted to trade with Bai Ye.

He is still dressed in armor, but after the battle, the armor on his body has been somewhat damaged.

Probably having been waiting since the end of the game, the fire passer didn't have time to change his armor.

"Lord Pavilion Master."

The fire passer respectfully saluted Bai Ye and briefly introduced his identity.

In other words, introduced some of the names that he gave himself - Defet.

In addition to this name, this fire passer has only the only identity of "fire passer".

What's the origin - does it count as pushing away the coffin board and crawling out of the coffin?

Bai Ye watched as DeFeet took off his helmet.

Under the helmet is a face as pale as a corpse. There is no radiance in its eyes. When the eyeballs move occasionally, it shows that it is a "living thing", not a dead person.

Bai Ye frowned slightly.

The last time, this Defet did not look like the living dead now.

This time, the action was a little faster and sharper than the last time.

However, whether it is speaking or tone, it tends to be "stupid".

Bai Ye still remembered the last time this girl excitedly took out the portrait of a fire-proof girl and asked everyone if they wanted to spread the fire.

As a result, he suddenly changed from a hot-blooded teenager to a dying old man.

The person is still the same person, but the feeling is completely different.

"What do you want to do with me?" Bai Ye asked.

"I want to invite the pavilion master to go to my world and spread the fire." Defey said.

Delfet's world, similar to medieval Europe, takes the style of Western fantasy.

It is rumored that in the whole world, civilization originated from fire, has a very glorious history, and once was strong like clouds.

However, after countless years, the flames began to go out, and the dark abyss descended again to engulf the entire world.

The creatures also gradually lost their vitality and wisdom, and gradually turned towards the "living dead".

In order to keep the flames burning, let the abyss not swallow the earth.

Countless strong people use their souls as firewood to keep the flames burning.

In this way, generation after generation, the person who throws himself into the flame is called "the king of fire", which actually symbolizes firewood.

To put it more bluntly, it is firewood.

The so-called meaning of spreading fire is naturally to throw those King Xin into the flames that are about to go out and let the flames burn again.

"Did you not find anyone last time?" Bai Ye asked curiously.

"Actually, in my world, 'outsiders' often enter." DeFeet said.

The outsider in his mouth is naturally a "traverser" of another world.

"Is there such an operation?" Bai Ye said with a smile, "No wonder your behavior didn't look like an aboriginal last time."

It is not something that simple and unpretentious aboriginal people can do to draw out a portrait of the fire girl (leader of the Fire Transmission Organization) to attract others to legends.

It turned out to be damaged by the traveler.

"But those people failed." DeFeet said, "Eighty-seven thousand four hundred and fifty-six names are engraved on the tombstone of Eternal Silence."

These people are all outsiders and traversers who died on the road of fire.

"If what I know is correct, in your world, people are killed, but they will not die. Instead, they will be resurrected at a special bonfire nearby, right?" Bai Ye asked.

"yes."

Defeot nodded, "But if the body doesn't die, it doesn't mean the spirit is immortal. After death again and again, it will eventually become a walking corpse."

"You too?" Bai Ye looked at Defet and understood why he was so different from the last time.

Delphi nodded: "Yes, the flame is about to go out, the space has been shattered and chaotic, and the passages originally connected to other worlds have also been broken, and no outsiders will appear to help spread the fire."

Some of the "barriers" between the world and the world are extremely strong barriers.

Some are "infinite" distances. If there is no means, or the "speed" does not meet the requirements, they will not be able to cross this distance or break the barriers for the rest of their lives.

In the world of DeFeet, the space has been completely disordered.

It was already difficult for outsiders to enter, so he was lucky to have obtained a trading order before that.

Only then did he have a "window" for him to keep in touch with the outside world.

Find more Firebenders.

There are very few "living people" in the original world.

"Since it's a deal~lightnovelpub.net~ what can you pay?" Bai Ye said.

He is somewhat interested in spreading fire, but as a businessman, he still has to follow the principle of not taking empty doors—no, trading to make money.

I can't come to an undead person to let me spread the fire, and Bai Ye will go to spread the fire.

He wants to make some money, and that's not negotiable.

Even if the fire girl came.

Defet had something similar to a space bag on his body. He reached out and touched the back of his waist, and found a lot of scrolls.

"This is my world, called the magic of miracles." DeFeet said, "Whoever uses this scroll can perform miracles of great power."

It's the equivalent of a "gun weapon" in magic.

Anyone who gets it can use it.