Transform into a half-purgatory creature? This is not good news.

But for some reason, Elvis' words inexplicably reminded Barrett of the old Phil who was nervous all day, and the strange creature he kept, the "hourglass" that he didn't know if it was a cat.

Barrett still remembers the last time he went to see old Phil, the guy made a very weird soup for himself, saying that when he went to the 'butterfly territory', this soup would help him protect himself from the 'butterfly's scales' pink'.

The old man's crazy words seemed to mean something. If the butterfly really represented the devil, Barrett really hoped that the bowl of strange soup could help him resist the 'scale powder' in his territory.

But no matter what the real situation is, it is beyond Barrit's control.

At this time our barbarian adventurers are eager to know about 'Bator Hell', 'The City of Diss', the prison 'Mantiri', 'The purpose of the devil holding him' and other aspects, and the information we can get at the moment It seems that the only way is to ask "neighbor" Elvis.

The guy's voice was rather hoarse, as if his throat was broken, but he was quite talkative, and it was difficult to stop once he started talking. Maybe life in prison was boring, which made the neighbor chat with Barrett very well.

Elvis answered many questions in Barbarian's mind, giving him a preliminary understanding of the current situation. When Barrett asked the last question - "the purpose of the devil imprisoning mortals", the guy pondered for a while, and after a long pause, he said slowly:

"To be honest, the answer to this question is not unique, but most people are locked up because the devil wants to dig out more usable value from them." Elvis's tone on the last two words was heavy, "For example, to persuade or force him to sign some special agreements, so that they will serve the devil forever; or to disclose the information of his imprisonment to the family and companions who cherish him, and then tempt these relatives, lovers, descendants, and sacrifice their souls, etc. All kinds of valuable things in exchange for that person's freedom. Of course, the end result is not very satisfactory."

"Or maybe the devil wants to learn some more important secrets from this person. These secrets may not be useful to the devil itself, but it may be exchanged for many souls, many! You know, in this multiverse, Many factions are very interested in those unknown mysteries."

It turned out that Barrit nodded silently in his 'room'.

"You have to remember that," Elvis told Barrett. "Devils don't kill like demons. Mere killing means nothing to them. Everything the devil does has a purpose. It can be found, or for a rare opportunity to be promoted, or to pave the way for a larger conspiracy, or to gain some kind of benefit, such as soul. These two words are very important, it constitutes the whole devil the foundation of society."

After speaking, Elvis asked again, "How did you come to hell? Very few living people come here. I mean ordinary people who can't use magic."

"Spatial rift." Barrit replied vaguely, "The space somewhere on the main material plane was torn apart for some reason, and I was sucked in by accident, and then I went to **** and fell to a certain place outside the city of Diss. A place, and then was caught by a few flying devils. What about you?" He didn't want the neighbors to ask too much.

"I'm a businessman," Elvis said. "I buy some stuff from one place and sell it from another place for a little bit of a difference. But there was an accident on one transaction, and what I was offering There is a discrepancy between the quantity of the goods and what was signed in the agreement. To be honest, I don’t know how that happened until today. I have already checked it over and over again, and there is no problem.”

"And then?" Barrett didn't understand. "You came to this **** just because the amount of goods in one transaction didn't match?"

"No way, that's how it is to make deals with the devils." Elvis sighed helplessly.

"You actually made a deal with the devil?" Barrett was shocked. "So, those 'goods' refer to..."

"Yes, soul," Elvis admitted.

"You're actually a devil's believer?" Barbarian's tone turned cold.

I've killed quite a few of your colleagues before, and also destroyed your evil plans. I don’t know how the follow-up progress of San Nino City is going. I hope that the bowl-shaped seal will be successfully lifted after the explosion, and I also hope that the mage and reinforcements can arrive in time, so I am unlucky to land in this ghost place, but I can barely make sense. . Barrett comforted himself.

"No, no, I don't believe in the devil," Elvis explained. "I just made some deals with them, just deals. I bought souls and sold them to them, that's all."

"'That's all'? Hmm..." Barrett sneered. He did not agree with the other party's statement, "Acquisition of souls? This is just another way of saying that, the things you do are no different from the devils."

"There's a big difference! I can guarantee that every soul I sell is voluntary, completely voluntary! There is not a shred of inducement or coercion in it, nor any hidden or misleading terms of the contract, and those souls know themselves The fate they will face, and the acquisition is only for them, not other irrelevant people, these are fundamentally different." Elvis said solemnly, "You may not know, many people in this diverse People living in the universe are very painful. They want to change, but there is no way. And I have provided another possibility for their lives."

"By selling the soul?" Barrett said disdainfully.

"So what? Is it really bad for a soul to enter hell?" Elvis said righteously, "Could it be that you suffer all kinds of pain while you are alive, and after death your soul completely dissipates in the main material world, using To consolidate space barriers and contribute to the safety of others, why? Why should people be so selfless?" The neighbor asked, Barrett was speechless and didn't know how to refute, and he I've never been very good at eloquence. After a long time, he reluctantly said, "This is just your sophistry."

"This is really a sophistry, but it's also a fact." The neighbor's tone returned to normal, "Compared with that painful life, when you are alive, you fulfill some wishes, and after you die, you go to hell, degenerate from the shell of your soul, and become inferior. Demon, maybe it will become a promotion step by step, and eventually become the devil archduke, just like the lord of the first floor of **** - Baier."

In fact, the specific situation is far from being as simple as what the soul businessman said.

After the fallen soul enters hell, it will suffer a series of terrible torture and torture, and then be stripped of its remaining personality. These processes cause fallen souls to emit special energies that permeate the entire Hell of Baator and maintain the existence of the devils. Most of them will be supplied to the lords of each floor-the powerful demon archdukes, and some more special high-level demons can also directly extract energy from these fallen souls to strengthen themselves.

The empty shell of the soul, which has been drained of energy and completely stripped of its personality, will be thrown into a specific pit. There, they will decay rapidly, and then be reborn as mindless daemons, suffering the pain of their bodies forever, and without the slightest memory of their lives.

The barbarians naturally don't know anything about the above things, and Elvis certainly won't take the initiative to say it, which makes Barrett's heart toward the soul merchant less repulsive than before.

"This kind of business is really not very good..." Elvis changed his tone, "but it is not completely useless. It is in a gray area that is neither black nor white, and has its own unique existence value. You may not know, just Even the mages have acquiesced to the existence of businessmen like us, so we can walk in the sunshine with grandeur, far from being comparable to those devil believers."

"I've never heard of you before." Barrett's voice softened a lot.

"There are so many professions that you haven't heard of. In this multiverse, people will do anything strange, as long as it can make a profit. And the profession of 'Soul Merchant' is not something that anyone can do. ."

Elvis said proudly, "It requires you to have extensive contacts and news channels, to know where there will be souls to buy; you also need to have a very cautious and intelligent mind, to be able to understand the rules and regulations of the devil's contract, and also Know how to negotiate the price with the person who sells the soul; you must have enough strength yourself, after all, whether it is to satisfy people's wishes or deal with the devil, it is not as simple as drinking afternoon tea. People who can engage in this kind of occupation are all Elites in the multiverse."

"But you came here anyway and were imprisoned." Barrett splashed cold water.

"No way, people always fail, just look for an opportunity to start over." Elvis is much more optimistic about his experience than he imagined.

At this moment, three demons with machetes and barbs on their claws walked down the passage with a human covered in scars. The devil stretched out his hand and opened the cage opposite Barritt. After the human stumbled in, he locked the cage again and disappeared along the same path into the corner.

"Hey, is your strength good, I didn't expect you to survive again." Elvis shouted to the human opposite, "What day is your game today?"

"The third game." The scarred human lay on the ground and answered with eyes closed ~lightnovelpub.net~ Is it still a melee? ' Elvis asked again.

"Well, but not next time," said the human.

"How many did you kill this time?" The soul merchant's tone was a little excited.

"Killed two." The human replied lazily,

"I really want to go see it, and I don't know when my ransom will be delivered. I will definitely go and cheer for you at that time."

"Thank you. I'm very tired now. I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I eat." The human faced the wall and snored for a moment.

The conversation left Barrett at a loss. The two people obviously knew each other, and the human on the opposite side was obviously not just locked in. "Who is he?" The barbarian asked Elvis.

"His name is Hunter," replied the soul merchant. "He used to be an adventurer, but now, he is a gladiator in the city of Dis."

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