Faced with Albus's rhetorical question, Lumian let out a "huh" and muttered in his heart:
This guy feels quite sharp......
I don't know when he was exiled to Morora, but it must have been his first time dining at this bar......
He found that some people in Morola had certain abnormalities because they had eaten something from this bar, so he came to take a look?
In the blink of an eye, Lumian slapped the table of the bar heavily.
He jumped off the high stool and said coldly to the barman, who had always been ugly:
"Use this kind of meat to pass off as steak to perfunctory me?
"Let your boss come out!"
The bartender was stunned for a moment:
"Are you sure?"
He was not embarrassed and annoyed by Lumian's attitude, but faintly showed a little surprise.
Lumian didn't open his mouth to answer, and expressed his intention to ask your boss to get out quickly.
The bartender immediately opened his throat:
"Boss! Boss! Someone is going to smash your bar!"
In a few seconds, a figure rushed out from the direction of the kitchen.
The figure's hair was fluffy and messy, and his face was very fat, as if he had stacked several layers of flesh, making his eyes small, but his body was very standard, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of fat.
At this time, the figure, wearing a white apron and carrying a thick-backed knife that seemed to be used to chop bones, glared at the two customers near the bar and shouted in Lemberg:
"Who? Who wants to smash my bar?"
Lumian pointed to the steak in the white porcelain dinner plate and said with a sneer:
"Do you think I can't tell what kind of meat this is?"
"I said steak, it was steak." The fat-faced boss responded without showing weakness.
Lumian didn't argue with him, took out a black glove from the "traveler's bag" and threw it in front of him.
"I want to duel with you." Lumian said in a very calm tone.
Throwing gloves to initiate an invitation to a duel is a custom of Intis.
The boss glanced at the black gloves on the ground, and the fat on his face spread out layer by layer, revealing the pale yellow beard sandwiched inside.
He was laughing.
He responded to Lumian's invitation:
"Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already raised the large bone chopping knife in his hand and slashed at Lumian.
Lumian turned sideways and let the blow pass, but suddenly felt that he could not use the "teleportation" ability.
This contractual ability from the "abscess and severed hand" seems to have been deprived by a strange power!
Lumian suddenly remembered Ludwig's introduction to the "Gourmet" path sequence 5 "The Depriver", and suspected that the bar owner who was a part-time chef in front of him was the evil god giver of this path.
"No wonder the carrion of the broken hand can be made to be similar to a real steak, with a good appearance and aroma......
"The gifter of the evil god did not directly destroy humanely, but was exiled to Morola?
"Don't put all the garbage in Morola......
"Are you afraid that the population of Morora will decline and not enough to seal the underground '0-01'?"
While Lumian flashed these thoughts, his shoulders shook, his arms bulged, and he swung his right fist.
His fist burst into bright white flames, as if dragging a peacock's tail towards the bar owner.
Boom!
When his fist hit the side of the heavy bone chopping knife, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.
The blazing white fire instantly illuminated the entire bar, and the violent wind and waves overturned the nearby high stool, throwing the boss with a weirdly fat face out.
Albus was quick-witted, jumped away from the high stool next to Lumian and sat on the surface of the bar far away from this area.
He put one foot away, stepped on the bar, and watched with interest the duel between Lumian and the bar owner.
The bartender was also affected by the explosion and was "pushed" onto the wine rack, bathed in the fragrant liquid that flowed from the broken bottles.
He almost got set on fire.
The bar owner who suffered the explosion frontal had broken clothes on his chest, and his flesh was blurred and charred, exposing his white bones.
He had a similar trauma on his face, but because there were too many layers of fat, it had not yet affected the skull.
These wounds are wriggling rapidly in a strange, non-human state, and it seems that it will not take long to heal completely.
"This is not an ability or trait that a 'depriver' should have, and there should be no middle and low sequences of the entire 'Gourmet' path...... Is this something that the 'chef' obtained with the help of special food? It's a bit like the trait that the severed hand buddy can grow back after eating some of the carrion......" Lumian took advantage of the explosion just now, taking a few steps back, widening the distance from the bar owner.
While he found that the other party was unique, he also felt that he had lost an ability again.
That is the "Hum Ha Technique".
"What abilities and qualities can the 'deprivers' sense in me that can pose great danger to them? Although they do not know what exactly those abilities and characteristics are, they can be deprived according to the degree of danger?" Lumian unhurriedly condensed a large, blazing white fireball that flew towards the bar owner.
The bar owner did not dodge, holding the bone-chopping knife that had been blown out of the gap as if it was about to shatter, and slashed directly at the blazing white fireball.
The fireball suddenly split in two, losing its forward speed and destructive aura, and was sucked in by the bar owner as if it were swallowing seawater, without any harm.
At this moment, Lumian laughed.
In the void around him, one after another blazing white fireballs quickly condensed out and roared towards the bar owner.
Behind him, one after another blazing white fire crows emerged, drawing a large arc around the back of the bar owner.
He wanted to see how many fireballs this "depriver" could cook at once, how many he could eat, and whether he would last it!
The bar owner's eyes froze, and he spat out the blazing white flames that were about to flow into his stomach, turning them into torrents and facing the overwhelming fireball cluster.
Seeing this scene, Albus supported his palm and suddenly rolled over to the back of the bar.
Boom!
The fireball clusters were detonated one after another by the blazing white streams of fire spit out by the bar owner.
In the explosion, the bar was directly bulldozed, and the wine rack collapsed silently, mixed with the flowing liquor, and a raging fire burned.
The bartender who had fled to Albus's position was very glad that he had responded in time.
Other customers in the bar either shrank to the edge or turned out of the hall, which was very experienced.
Swishing, deliberately bypassing the front and not being dragged into the chain of explosions, the blazing white fire crows fell on the back of the bar owner one after another.
But at this time, the bar owner was dyed translucent crimson, like a frozen moonlight.
Boom!
In the explosion and burning of the blazing white fire crow, the crimson moon-like bar owner was not only not dim, but reflected the fire, brightening a little.
When the flames fell, the bar owner returned to his normal appearance, he raised the bone-chopping knife again, and cast his gaze on the position where Lumian had just stood.
There was no one there.
There was no Lumian in the bar lobby either.
The bar owner was a little stunned for a moment.
Almost at the same time, a person appeared from the shadow under him.
Lumian's right fist, which had black eyes, carried a blazing white flame that covered his entire arm, and hit the bar owner's crotch with a single blow.
In the rumbling roar, Lumian's fist hit the weak point, and from the crotch directly into the inside of the "deprived"'s intestines, the blazing white flames soared.
He took advantage of the situation to stand up straight, lifted the bar owner, and let the hot flames carried by his fist rush to the enemy's stomach.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian retracted his right fist and threw the enemy to the ground.
Plop, the bar owner's crotch was completely cracked, the intestines gushed out inch by inch, and the stomach was barely intact, but it was a little charred and oozing yellow-green liquid.
Lumian looked at the two eyes that were squeezed very small and full of pain, and laughed mockingly:
"Did you make your brain into food and eat it? After blocking a round of attack and exiting the moonlight state, he remained in place and did not change his position.
"Haven't you considered that I will still use your shadow?"
The bar owner's expression twisted a little, and he said blankly:
"Can your own brains be made into food......
His voice gradually fell, and finally he lost his breath of life and lay on the ground, motionless.
Lumian looked at the body of this "depriver", thinking not about what was wrong with the other party's response just now, but about something abnormal from this battle:
"The abilities of the 'Depriver' are really diverse, although each one is a very superficial and rudimentary application, not as good as the contract ability, but when used in actual combat, it is still quite powerful......
"If this guy hadn't reacted quickly and a little dull when he found out that I suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't have attacked his weakness so easily, and I would probably have to use the magical items in the 'Traveler's Bag'......
"In comparison, the previous 'thief' named Worms didn't have this problem......"
Lumian thought as he shook his hand, and there were already one wound after another on the surface of his fist caused by the corrosion of flesh and blood, which brought intense pain.
This was caused by the "stomach acid" that seeped out when he hit the bar owner's stomach.
At that time, his hands were still protected by blazing white flames.
After thinking about it, although he couldn't stop the gift from the bar owner from returning to the giver, Lumian still squatted down, pulled out an ordinary straight sword from the "traveler's bag", and combined with his own blazing white flames to separate the stomach from the corpse.
He plans to ask Ludwig if this can be made into a dish with special effects, or to see if it can be used as a special ingredient by a "craftsman".
After doing this, Lumian stood up straight and asked the bartender who had just come out of hiding and was seriously injured:
"How many years has your boss been exiled to Morola?"
"Five or six years." The bartender could only give a rough number.
Five or six years...... The thief looked relatively young before, and he should have been exiled to Morola for a year or two...... The longer you stay in Morola, the more likely you are to have symptoms of experimenters such as dullness, which is one of the "0-01" contamination manifestations? No, this is not mentioned in the sealed materials, and Trier does not have such a thing...... The bar owner did something in Morola, causing him to start to change in the direction of an experimenter? Lumian looked around thoughtfully, and said with a smile:
"Don't take my loot."
This refers to the money on the bar owner.
Lumian immediately walked to the aisle on the side of the bar.
Based on the source of the "steak" and the location of the "chef", he reasonably suspected that the part of the body of the "abscess and broken hand" was in the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw half a black, swollen, and highly decomposed corpse placed openly on the cooking table.
(End of this chapter)