"Last time, I felt a fleeting aura of source fire here, and I don't know if it's an illusion, Young Master Grewu, let's go in and have a look?"

Griwu hesitated for a moment, then nodded. It didn't feel anything here before, but now when it comes back to the prey house, it has an inexplicable feeling...... Grewood felt as if his flame had become more dynamic than before, as if he was faintly expecting something.

With this strange feeling, Grewood and Tandin walked into the prey house.

Passing through the cold black-and-white checkered floor, the candles were dim and dim. Grewood even felt a cool breeze blow through the hall, blowing the flames on it like embers.

Tandin's brow furrowed, the atmosphere of the prey house was too empty and cold, not at all like an environment that would breed source fire.

Obviously, it was Tandin himself who proposed to come here, but at this time, he couldn't help but ask himself: Is there really a source fire here?

On the contrary, it was Griwu, who said categorically that there was no source fire aura here, and his big round eyes turned into an inverted triangle shape because of his frowning brows, and he muttered repeatedly: "Here, it's weird." ”

It had a vague premonition that there might be the source fire that Orucia was looking for.

But as the last descendant of the Fire Emblem clan, Grewood didn't feel the breath of the source fire at all, as if his inner hunch was just a joke.

"Is anyone there?" Tantin's voice rang out into the empty hall, and no one answered but his own echo.

"Go to the inner court. Grewood listened intently, faintly hearing a whisper coming from the direction of the inner court.

The further he went, the more pronounced the hum became, as if there were countless people speaking in his ear, like a mad cry, like a whisper of despair, like a vicious curse.

Grewood shuddered, and suddenly he didn't dare to move forward.

"Master, what's wrong?" Tandin looked over, it was Grewood who suggested moving forward, why did he stop now.

"Didn't you hear?" Grewood trembled like a sieve, and the flames fell to the ground, hissing, and the white smoke was completely extinguished in a flash: "Can't you hear those sounds?"

"What sound?" Tandin said with a somewhat solemn expression: "Young Master, I didn't hear any sound, if you feel that something is wrong, why don't we quit first?"

Grewood shook his head, but said nothing, and continued to tremble and walk forward, but with a much smaller pace.

If Angel was here, he would probably sigh: I didn't expect this bear child to be scared.

Seeing that his young master had no intention of retreating, Tandin hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Along the way, Griwu was haunted by the whispers of misery, despair, or madness, and before every step it took, it thought that there might be a terrifying nightmare with a hideous smile, but by the time they reached the Inner Court's gallery, it was still peaceful.

Standing at the door of the exhibition hall, Tandin asked, "Young Master Grewood, are you okay?"

Grewood stared inside the dark doors of the gallery, and it could sense that the whispers that lingered in its ears were coming from within.

"Let's go in. Ignoring the worry in Butler Tantin's eyes, Griwu walked into the gallery.

The prey specimens in the exhibition hall naturally couldn't scare the young fire demons.

As Butler Tandin looked around the gallery to see if there was anything wrong, Grewood walked alone in front of a painting with his tail on the ground, and Grewood pushed his body up until he was level with the burning flame in the painting.

Grewood looked at the flames, and somehow felt strangely familiar.

After making sure that there was no danger in the gallery, Tandin came to Grewood's side, and when he stood beside Grewood, he suddenly noticed that Grewood had a layer of vapor in his eyes, and was staring at the paintings on the wall without blinking.

Tandin didn't see anything special about the painting.

It looked closely, and the painting was a very ordinary painting, except for the flames in the dark background, which was very realistic.

"Young master, there is a door next to it, shall we go over and have a look?"

Instead of answering Tandin, Griwu pointed to the flames in the painting: "Whispers are ...... that come out of the flames"

With a sad emotion, it was like the flame was burying some special thought.

Tandin stared at the flames, still hearing no sound or anything unusual. It hesitated, then reached out its pitch-black hand with the glow of the embers and touched the flames in the painting.

Hiss –

White smoke rises, and Tandin jerks his fingers back.

As a fire demon, Tanding actually felt a burning sensation when his fingers touched the picture?! A fire demon was burned by the fire, and if this is said to any demon, it is estimated that it will be laughed at.

But that's exactly what happened.

While Tandin was wondering, Grewood suddenly exclaimed, "The picture has changed!"

Tandin looked up, but saw that in the center of the picture, the flames in the darkness suddenly began to increase. In a short period of time, the flame in the center completely covered the darkness, and the darkness in the original picture accounted for more than eighty percent, but now, the flames actually showed signs of resistance.

"Why is there so much fire in the painting all of a sudden?"

While Tandin was still wondering, Grewood suddenly said in an excited tone: "I feel it, the breath of source fire is in this painting!"

Grevu's words stunned Tandin as well. Have they been looking for the source of the fire, in the painting?

While Tandin was still wondering what was going on with the painting, the picture changed again, and a ripple suddenly appeared in the center of the painting, where the flames burned the most.

With the appearance of the ripples, the flames on Grewood's body seemed to feel what frequency, and images drilled into Grewood's mind.

These images are all flames, or rather, all flames in the night in the picture. However, it is not a simple flame, there are different objects of burning in the flames, there are aborigines who have just given birth to children and are still panting in bed, there are half-blood demons with canine legs, there are Kumo beasts domesticated by aborigines, there are abyssal dryads, and there are monsters that follow the fire......

These beings were scorched with flames, and they let out mournful cries and mournful melodies.

It dawned on Grewood that the whispers it had been hearing might be the last remnants of the burned creatures.

At this moment, when Grewood looked at the painting on the wall, he no longer felt that it was just darkness and flame.

There is more information hidden in this picture, but it is all buried in the night and burned by the flames.

The ripples also expand on the picture, like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, setting off ripples in circles. When the ripples completely spread throughout the painting, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the flames in the center of the painting.

When he saw the figure, Tandin immediately pulled Grewood behind him, and looked at the other side with a wary expression—

The half-blood demon that came out of the painting leisurely.

The fire was like fire, and the lines on its face were hideously twisted, but its expression was cold and quiet.

Obviously it was only a half-blood demon, but Tandin felt fear inexplicably, it was a pure-blood demon, and it actually felt fear of half-blood mongrels?!

While Tandin was on the lookout, the half-blood demons on the opposite side seemed to finally have their eyes on them.

"I thought it was going to be him. The half-blood demon lowered his eyebrows and muttered in an almost whispered voice, "It turned out to be two pawns." ”

Tantin: "Listen to you, do you know we're coming?" Who are you?"

While Tandin was asking, the young fire demon Grewu suddenly came out from the other side, and it stared at the half-blood demon on the opposite side with wide eyes, and only after a while did it say, "The breath of the source fire is on its body, but it's ...... It doesn't seem to have fully awakened yet. ”

Grevu's words made Tandin stunned. The source fire was actually born from a half-blood demon, which had never happened in history.

"How is that possible?" Tandin muttered, "Why did the source fire appear on the body of the half-blood demon?"

On the other hand, the young fire demon did not struggle with half-blood and pure-blood, but thought that he could complete the task as soon as possible, and talked to the half-blood demon who came out of the painting first, "My name is Grewood, and I came to find the source fire on behalf of Lord Alusia. ”

The half-blood demon looked at the fireball in mid-air condescendingly, and said coldly: "I am the hall master here, Night." ”

......

At the time of the meeting between the young fire demon and the night, Ingres was immersed in the space of his mind, constructing a model of the door.

Finally, when a new pattern was successfully mounted on the model, Ingres breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the wind chimes in the yard suddenly rang.

Angel stretched, glanced at Toby's condition in the bracelet, and used his mental power to sense the soft worm's hive, making sure that the dream weaver ant and the soft worm were still in a close balance, and then walked down from the attic.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Canaan in the courtyard, covering the remains of a large pile of monsters with a water film.

Seeing Angel coming downstairs, Canaan turned around and said in a puzzled tone: "Shopkeeper, I bought the remains of these monsters back according to your instructions, but ...... What's the use of that? It doesn't taste good. ”

Angel smiled and said, "It's useless to you, but it's useful to me." ”

Before, Angel was still thinking about taking advantage of staying here for a few days to earn more demon gold coins and buy a batch of materials unique to the abyss.

He asked Canaan if it had any pipes to buy special materials, and Canaan's answer was no, so Angel was counting on the nightclub owner to help him buy it.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was receiving a new batch of guests in the morning, a blood-eyed Naga from the deep vortex of the dark ocean did not pay the bill with demon gold coins, but took out the corpse of a sea monster to pay off the debt.

At that time, Canaan still looked disgusted, muttering that this thing could not be sold.

But when Angel saw it, he nodded without hesitation and agreed to the deal.

Because Angel found out that the corpse of this half-hollowed out sea monster was actually a wizard-level monster!

Although the most useful materials were taken by the Blood-Eyed Naga, the remaining bones, blood, epithelium, and so on, were left in it.

These are nothing to a thick-skinned demon, and they can't be sold at a price.

But for wizards, these things are worth a lot!