w pub.

Zhao Futu just sat inside for a while and then couldn't help but walk out.

He is not a person who likes crowds of people. The environment in the tavern is really too noisy. Besides, those mercenaries and adventurers who don’t know where they will die tomorrow are here just to vent their emotions. The tavern is

There were countless verbal conflicts that eventually escalated into physical collisions, but they were all thrown onto the street by the paladins who were maintaining law and order.

When a person doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, his or her actions may be a little crazy. At night, the largest number in Rogge Camp is the security team. A paladin leads a group of guards to patrol around the camp.

The purpose is to prevent repressed and crazy people from doing some unforgivable things. In fact, Zhao Futu can tell from the number of security teams in Roge Camp that there are quite a few criminal incidents here.

The entire Rogge camp was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere. One hundred thousand people were crudely placed in tents, and there were many old and weak women among them. If there is not enough deterrence, God knows who is in their hearts.

What kind of things will people in despair do? The blind nuns go to the refugee camps almost every day to comfort those people, and if necessary, they need to cast some spells to soothe their minds.

If there is any difference!

Then it is these paladins who maintain law and order with expressionless faces. They should be the most special group of people in the camp.

Because the power of the Paladins comes from faith. The aura they master requires a strong will and heart, so they are also the group of people least disturbed by this aura of depression and despair. Moreover, as the main battle force in the Rogge camp, the Saints

Knights are also the hope for the revival of mankind. They must strictly demand themselves no matter what, because they are equal to a flag!

"Strictly speaking, Diablo's plane is in an almost doomsday setting, right?"

Zhao Futu looked at the noisy tavern over there, and then headed towards the quiet place on the other side of the camp. There was a connected accommodation area behind the tavern, all of which were set up tents. However, the location was relatively small. He was drunk.

The mercenary lay here at night, snoring so loudly that if you were still clear-headed, you might not be able to sleep all night.

You can't expect to find a comfortable and quiet hotel in the Diablo plane.

The roadside in the camp was all muddy. Once it rained, it became muddy. Everything in this newly built camp was very crude. After walking around for a while, Zhao Futu found that he had nowhere to go.

but.

At this moment, he smelled the aroma of barbecue.

With a trace of curiosity in his heart, Zhao Futu followed the smell and came to the back of a tent. There was an open area, and a simple barbecue grill was placed there. The person grilling the meat was a young man with a casual expression, the older he was, he was twenty-four or five years old.

What is more eye-catching about his appearance is that he is wearing white clothes, but he is sitting on the ground without any taboo.

He held a brush in his hand, dipped in soy sauce, and was grilling meat with concentration. From time to time, he picked up some seasoning powder and sprinkled it on. Suddenly, the aroma of barbecue filled the air.

cumin?

Zhao Futu couldn't help but show a trace of surprise on his face, and said to himself: "It's a contractor!"

The other party's expression was very serious, as if he was doing something very meaningful. It wasn't until Zhao Futu walked in front of him that he raised his head as if waking up from a dream, looked at Zhao Futu in front of him, and saw the other party

His eyes fell on his barbecue. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

Zhao Futu nodded slightly and replied: "It does smell good."

After the man finished asking, he continued to concentrate on grilling meat. The spices he used were very special, and the aroma from the grill became stronger as the meat went on.

After the whole piece of barbecue became golden and crispy, making people salivate, he clapped his hands with satisfaction and took it off with a smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at the man who was still standing there.

Zhao Futu said: "A person?"

"A single person." Zhao Futu found the contractor in front of him very interesting. It was really surprising that there was such a leisurely barbecue in the plot plane.

The man turned around and looked behind him, as if he was looking for something, and then said: "Then let's sit down and eat together."

"My craftsmanship is no joke."

Zhao Futu hesitated for a moment, and then sat down. He felt that the person in front of him was very special, and maybe he could try to get in touch with him.

The sword flashed.

Zhao Futu only saw a flash of white light, and then the piece of barbecue was split into two. The opponent's hand was empty. He couldn't even see clearly when the man in front of him took out the knife and when he put it away.

He turned back. This made his eyes look shocked for a moment, and then he quickly disappeared. Those who can enter the Diablo plane are all mid- to high-level contractors. Their military ranks are basically lieutenant level, and their strength is naturally impossible.

Too weak.

"Try it." The man handed over the barbecue with a smile, and then said: "My name is the chef, you can just call me the cook."

Zhao Futu reached out to take the barbecue and replied: "Swordsmith."

"Huh?" The man raised his head when he heard this and asked, "Have you strengthened your forging ability?"

"Not yet." Zhao Futu shook his head and continued: "But I have such an idea."

The man nodded, not talking, but focused on the barbecue in front of him. After a while, he raised his head and said as if with emotion: "There are really fewer and fewer loners like us now."

"Hmm." Zhao Futu took a bite. The meat was fat but not greasy, and the taste was really special.

He ate most of the barbecue and then said, "What kind of meat is this? It tastes very good!"

"Devil's flesh."

When the man heard this, he raised his head with a playful expression on his face.

Zhao Futu's face froze when he heard this, and then he put the barbecue into his mouth as if nothing had happened, chewing one bite after another, but he stopped talking.

Seeing Zhao Futu's appearance, the expression on that man's face was a little embarrassed.

He chuckled and explained: "It's actually the meat of a hard-haired rat. The meat of the fallen demon is not tasty and is a bit sour."

Zhao Futu raised his head when he heard this and asked, "Have you eaten it?"

"Of course!" The man nodded, with a casual expression on his face, and said, "You must have just come to this plot plane, right?"

Zhao Futu nodded and said nothing.

The cook smiled at him and said casually: "When I first came to this plane, it was relatively early. At that time, Rogge's camp had just been built. There were wandering fallen demons everywhere, and many Rogge and humans were killed.

"

"When we went out, the most common thing we saw was a group of fallen demons surrounding a cauldron, with some Rogges nailed to death on wooden stakes. Their clothes were all stripped off, and their bodies were hung on sharp wooden poles.

It was dried on the pile, and there were pieces of meat chopped into several sections on the ground. The Sinking Demon wizards stood on the big pot surface and commanded the Sinking Demon to put each piece of meat into the pot and cook it!"

Speaking of this, the man's face showed a playful expression again, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Futu and said: "That scene was really shocking!"

Zhao Futu did not speak, but concentrated on the barbecue in his hand.

"Tiger eats people, and people eat tigers."

The cook shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Since demons can eat humans, why can't humans eat demons?"

Speaking of this, an evil smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he whispered to Zhao Futu: "Do you know how the food in Rogge's camp comes from?"

The expression on Zhao Futu's face was solemn for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice: "Isn't it shipped from a desert city in the east?"

"cut!"

"With the production level of this plane, how many things can be transported through the demon's blockade?" The cook showed a sarcastic expression, and then said: "Those clean foods were provided to the higher-ups in the camp. Ordinary

Where can refugees get that food?"

"Then what did they eat?" Zhao Futu glanced at him and said expressionlessly.

The cook chuckled and said, "Devil's meat."

"They secretly made the devil's meat into minced meat, and then mixed it with wild vegetables and weeds for the refugees to eat. Anyway, as long as they don't starve to death, that's all."

"There are nearly 100,000 people in Camp Rogge. If they all rely on food shipped from the east, at least half of them will starve to death! Those paladins go out in groups every day, and then secretly bring them with them before dark

A lot of demon corpses have come back. You probably haven’t seen those straw cakes distributed to refugees, right? That’s food mixed with demon meat!”

Zhao Futu shook his head and said, "That's not right!"

"The devil's body contains polluted energy. If ordinary people eat it, they may become corrupted!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the cook's face, and he said: "What's the difficulty! All you need to do is purify the polluted air above. There are many nuns in Rogge's camp, and it's really hard to let them do this kind of thing.

It couldn’t be easier!”

Zhao Futu had an expression of disbelief on his face, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"That's right."

The cook chuckled with a very playful expression and said softly: "The person in charge of this matter is the blind senior nun Ankara, who is also the leader of Rogge camp!"

Zhao Futu opened his mouth, then closed it again, and said no more.

After a long time.

He just looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "Why are you telling me this?"

The cook was silent for a moment, and then said, "Do you know who came up with this thing first?"

Zhao Futu shook his head gently.

The cook smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, and said slowly: "It's me!"

…………To be continued..m
Chapter completed!