"Isn't it beautiful enough? What about that one? What about this one?" Blaize pulled Markchita and pointed at the inlaid colorful patterns on the ceiling and the animal head sculptures protruding from the stone pillars. The beauty-hating demon lowered his head on his belly and kept sighing. He was just a little bit shy of being called cute.
"I think this is very beautiful. Take a look." The boy pointed to a portrait placed on a decorative base in a recessed grid on the wall.
The figure stands on some overlapping skull decorations, holding a solid gold scepter. It looks majestic, but has no face.
"Not bad. But our evaluation standards may be different..." Makchita was submissive, hesitated for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Can you stop pulling my beard?" His beard went down from his neck, The mane that goes all the way to the belly.
Breeze slightly shifted his grip on the mane, but did not relax his grip at all. He muttered to himself: "It's strange. After being released, the fat Mr. Devil never vomited again."
"Maybe it's because the people around this fat devil are too ugly. The environment is too comfortable for him." Winnie interjected. Makchita looked at her sadly, but before she could say anything, the mane on the other side of her belly was pulled by another small hand.
The Beauty-Hating Demon turned his head away and looked at Anquol with his four small eyes, trying to look scary - this smaller boy was clearly afraid of him just now.
It was all the result of that secret recipe. Nese used too much on him, which completely made him lose his demonic aura.
"Mr. Makchita."
Anquol held the girl with his other hand and looked up at him with a polite and shy expression. The little girl and Ankor both have gray hair, small noses, and somewhat similar looks. They are obviously different from the black-haired Breeze. The girl's bangs were still a little damp and smelled of alcohol, and her face was red. She looked directly into his four eyes and did not look away this time.
This little boy still knew how to call him by his name, so he was still in awe. The beauty-hating demon felt a little satisfied. Then immediately I heard him say: "Mr. Makchita, please help me, can you hold her? Tara can't walk."
Markchita felt herself becoming desperate, like the Ice Prince coming to a warm family.
"You want me to do such a thing? Are you right?" He asked Anquor seriously first. After getting an unexpected affirmative answer, he turned to the little girl and asked: "Can you let a beauty-hating demon hold you and walk?"
The little girl was a little embarrassed, but nodded firmly.
"Excuse me," Anquor said.
"Excuse me," the little girl said.
"They would rather trouble you than trouble me." Winnie said sarcastically.
"Oh... okay."
Makchita declared her surrender, opened her hands like little elephant ears, and put the girl into her arms.
"What did you call her?" He then remembered something and asked Anquor.
"Tara," the boy answered.
"Tara what?"
"Tarostos." Anquol continued to answer.
Makchita responded without saying a word. "What kind of Vicardo would give his daughter such a name?" Winnie asked casually.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this name?" Anquor looked nervous. Tarostos seemed to have a spiritual connection with him, and his expression immediately changed.
"...It's nothing. It's fine. It's fine." Makchita looked at the girl's face and suddenly felt a wave of nausea rising in her throat. She turned her head and spat out a large puddle of dark green liquid. The entire corridor suddenly smelled of a sour smell.
Anquol looked at him blankly, and Tarostos swallowed, seemingly unaffected. Only Blaize screamed excitedly when he heard the sound, looked around curiously, clapped his hands and asked the Beauty-Hating Demon: "What was that just now? What did you see?"
Nesai stopped and turned around to look at them expressionlessly.
Each had their own reasons, and the demon and the children fell silent within three seconds.
Makchita quickly wiped her mouth and rushed forward with the little girl in her arms.
There was a very hidden movable door in front of him. After cleverly unlocking it, there was an obviously narrow corridor inside, with dark and yellow walls.
Different from the exterior of the secret room, which is full of energy and gorgeous decorations, the walls here are just ordinary copper torches, old in style, extinguished and covered with dust.
Winnie took out a lamp from somewhere and lit it.
"The hub should be inside," Makchita said carefully.
"I promise to get it for you. After that, you have to let me go. You have to abide by the agreement. It's the most embarrassing thing for you humans to keep your word!" He added.
Nese didn't answer his words.
No one spoke for a while. There was only the soft breathing of a few children.
The corridor was as long as rebirth, and they arrived at a lackluster hall. There are three pointed arches on the wall facing the entrance - to be precise, there are three pointed arch door frames on the wall, but the three doors are filled with masonry of the same color as the wall.
There is a deep stone basin on the left and right sides of each door. Each stone basin is dark inside, and it is the remains of something unknown.
In the center of the hall is a stone platform five feet square and less than two feet high. There is also a stone basin in the center. The difference is that this stone basin is three times the size of the other stone basins, and it is also a black mass inside.
"Yes, it's right here. Fortunately, everything here is ugly." Makchita glanced around quickly and grinned. "The hub is here. This part is the Yan Sequence Lock. It's very simple. It's the same as what I remembered before. I will help you open it right away..."
He reached for his arms. He paused again, blinking and looking at Nese.
"I will let you go." Nese looked at him for a while and said.
"It's best this way. I hope you think the same as me." Makchita said slowly, "You'd better think the same as me. Because you are one of your own."
"I think so too."
"Okay. Very good." The beauty-hating demon said these two words in a smooth and colloquial manner, "Allow me to ask you one last question. Anyway, we are about to say goodbye."
"please."
"What do you want it for?"
"What?"
"I know that humans sometimes not only pretend to understand, but also pretend not to understand." Markchita's face suddenly became more serious than ever before, and Tarostos looked at him with his big eyes.
"But please don't do this now." The beauty-hating demon licked his lips. "Humans also have a saying, 'A gentleman should never say anything evil before leaving.' I hope you do. Tell me frankly, what do you want the hub here to do?" ?”
"Just borrowing it," Nese said calmly.
"Okay. If you don't want to tell me, forget it. I can guess a little bit. For the sake of keeping your promise, do you need me to take them out of the way first?"
"Need not."
"In people, you are really a cruel person." Makchita said, while gently placing Tarostos on the ground.
He stepped forward, took out a round red ball from his arms, and threw it into the large stone basin in the center.
