In the prison, Barrett sat on the ground with his back against the wall and threw the meat ball in his hand to the opposite wall.

The meat ball was dark red in color, the size of an apple, and its texture was quite elastic. After hitting the wall, it bounced back with a 'boom' and was caught by the barbarian in mid-air.

"After the last brawl, why didn't you move to the gladiator camp? My friend." The voice of the soul merchant came from the other side of the wall, "The gladiators who were killed in the three brawls are actually no longer regarded as Prisoners. And you have relatively free movement in the camp. Although you are still in custody, you can move around freely. And I heard that the food there is pretty good. I mean, at least better than here ."

"If I leave, wouldn't it be lonely for you to be here alone?" Barrett threw the meat ball in his hand towards the wall again, "Anyway, the devils agreed to my request and allowed me to stay here instead of Move to the so-called gladiator camp." He caught the meat ball that bounced back, "By the way, how long are you going to stay here?"

"It should be around forty or fifty meals." The soul merchant said uncertainly, "Why, there is something? I knew there must be something when you asked that!" He let out a hoarse laugh.

Barrett did not directly state the purpose, "After you go out, do you want to return to the main material world?" He asked again.

"Of course! Where else can we go? Isn't it enough to stay in this ghost place?" The soul merchant replied with a rhetorical question. Then he sighed bitterly, "The debt owed this time is really a bit large, and I don't know how long it will take to pay it off. Alas, I really hope that there are more poor and helpless people in this world. In that case, we will How beautiful life should be..."

"Hey, it's too much for you to say that. Didn't you say you were helping them?" Barrett turned his head and knocked on the wall behind him in dissatisfaction.

It was also because of this action that the meat ball that bounced back was not caught, but flew directly to Barrett's head. He turned his head to avoid the "sneak attack" of the meat ball, followed with his eyes after the meat ball hit the wall beside his ear, and then rolled to the ground again.

This thing bounced several times like a ball, and finally stopped not far from his feet.

Barrett stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers at the meat ball, and the round meat ball suddenly stretched out four tentacles, running and jumping back to him happily. The meat ball clambered up his thighs with tentacles, and climbed all the way up to his shoulders. After lovingly rubbing Manzi's face with his body, the meat ball slid down his arm and landed in the palm of his left hand.

Wiping the dust off his face with the back of his hand, Barrett flipped the meat ball twice and threw it towards the opposite wall again.

"Yes, believe it or not, I am indeed helping those who are in need. But the premise is that there must be someone who needs my help, so that there will be business to do." The soul merchant said, "I am a businessman first and foremost. Helping others is just one part of the business."

Barrett doesn't want to discuss human nature with the other party, because it's hard to tell right from wrong in this kind of thing, "Can you do me a favor when you return to the main material world?" He threw the meat ball into the air, catch.

"Of course!" The soul merchant raised his voice, "Do you want to give your will to someone? Is it your wife, or your child? By the way, didn't you tell me you were never married? Is it an illegitimate child?"

"Fart, I won't die here!" Barrett said angrily, "It's not a will, but a message."

"The will and the oral letter are similar in my opinion. Tell me, who is it for? A certain lord, or a certain king?" The soul merchant's tone was teasing, "Don't tell me your true identity is actually Prince of a certain country, I must call you 'His Royal Highness' from now on. Your Honorable Barrett, what are your orders?"

Barrett ignored the other party's teasing, "If you have time after you go back, go to the Magic Association for me, I mean the one on top of Muya city-state. Then help me find a man named 'Chrissy' in the association. Brian' mage, tell him I'm having a little trouble here."

"A little trouble? Oh, you are really humble." The soul merchant smiled.

"Otherwise? What else can I say? Cry about the abuse I suffered here? Tell me about how I fought hard in the arena? Then complain that I can only eat some food that is worse than pig food every day? Finally, I shouted 'Come on' help me'?"

"I don't think it's bad to say that. It's up to me to relay it anyway, so you don't have to be embarrassed."

"No, don't say that." Barrett shook his head. "You just need to tell him I'm in a little trouble, and he'll know what to do. That guy is a genius among mages."

"Is he your friend too? Can he save you?"

"It should be, I'm not sure." Barbarian looked at the meat ball in his hand, "But it's always a hope..."

"Okay, I have written down the name of the mage, and I will definitely find him as soon as I go out." The soul merchant agreed, "However, haven't you thought about letting me save you out? Me too. your friend."

"You? Cut!" Barrett curled his lips, "You can't even take care of yourself."

After being silent for a while, the soul merchant said slowly, "I really have the ability to save you out. The ransom for a gladiator like you is still within the range I can bear."

"You said just now that you owe a huge debt, how can you pay my ransom again?"

"Owing a thousand gold coins is no different from owing a thousand and one gold coins, and your ransom is the extra gold coin to me. However, I can't do it~www .lightnovelpub.net~Why?" Although Barrett didn't plan to let the other party save him, he still asked out of curiosity.

"Any industry will have inherent rules, and the first rule of soul merchants is to never rescue anyone from **** except ourselves." The other party said solemnly, "Because such rescue is meaningless. Yes. Every time you rescue one person, more people will fall in. Only the devil can tell which soul is more important, and for us, a king's soul is no more valuable than a beggar's."

"What's more important is that once there is a first time for anything, there must be a second time, and more." The soul merchant continued, "To save a soul out, you need two souls to come in instead of him, and To save two souls out, you need four souls to come in. Slowly, your means of obtaining souls will continue to intensify, and in the end, you will become the same as those devil servants. This is not an exaggeration, not only a soul merchant because of his heart The initial kindness, or reluctance, in the end had to sell everything to the devil."

"Why are you telling me this?" Barrett wondered.

"I'm worried that you will have resentment because of this." The soul merchant explained, "Resentment will slowly breed hatred, and hatred is the emotion that is most likely to lead to depravity. Therefore, I need to explain it to you in advance, lest one day you Suddenly thinking of this matter, and then resentment, and using this as a fuse, eventually lead to depravity."

"Don't worry, I never hate anyone." Barrett said lightly, "I may kill people, but I don't hate them."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the compartment was opened again, and a middle-aged man with a blue face was pushed in by several barb demons.

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