A strange world

Chapter 1179 Section 101. Creating “Nutrition”

"It hurts so much - ahhhh!!!"

The man on the drawing board was struggling painfully, and the drawing board showed a ferocious and twisted expression, which made Da De, who was a little unhappy with its aura, unable to bear it for a moment.

"Don't stop, he's just pretending." Annan, who was holding his arms next to him, said coldly.

The artist's movements froze: "How do you know?"

"If you were really in pain, you wouldn't know how to draw your expression." On the surface, the Candlehead of the Weird Team is the cunningest, but in fact, the Sketchpad is the most philistine guy.

The candle head will buy clothes for himself when he makes money, and all the money the artist makes will be given to the succubus - according to the succubus, the artist likes to watch the succubus "fight" with the guests, and then draw it.

If so, it could be regarded as lustful or residual human instinct at best, but it actually sold the paintings it drew to hotel guests——

Those guests were either tourists or mercenaries. When they saw such immoral things, they couldn't control themselves at all and would rather spend dozens of silver coins just to buy a set of paintings.

After so long, Candlehead's small treasury probably contains at least a few hundred gold.

It has even become a specialty of Liberty City - that is, the rules for candle heads are also limited to "draw what you see". Every time you finish drawing, you have to find a succubus to replenish it, otherwise the money-making speed will not be much worse than that of the theater.

"What does it feel like, honestly."

The painter answered honestly: "I don't feel it..."

Da De dispersed the natural energy that made the garden plants delicate and green, and suggested: "Shall we try the sacred spell again?"

"No wow-"

"No need, Wenwen City tried it before, but it didn't work." Annan shook his head.

Weird abilities and this world are the power of two systems. It's like evil energy, but evil energy can be restrained by priests. There is almost no weakness in this "breath of withering".

The original princess could only use the "breath of withering" to fight against the "breath of withering".

What puzzles Da De the most is: "How can such a withered power be called 'humanity'?"

"The Skeleton King said that life consists of three origins: soul, vitality, and human nature..." Annan shrugged, "But it is a legendary mage. It is normal that two-legged insects like us cannot understand the world in its eyes."

If anyone in Allen's world knew the most about weirdness, it was Skeleton King. However, he was busy with other things and couldn't get away, so he sent over all the research materials.

Da De is just an archdruid, and it is extremely difficult to read the legendary notes, but she is willing - the legendary notes are far more precious than wealth and power.

After spending a few days reading the analysis of human nature, Da De said a nonsense: "Human nature is the best nourishment."

Basically ruling out the idea that they want to replace human nature with other nutrients.

Human nature exists only in living bodies. The more powerful a living being is, the more human it becomes, but only while it is alive.

Bury living life into tree roots?

Da De frowned just thinking about it and looked up at the tree from another world: "Is the tree from another world an evil tree?"

"Wrong, Weirdness has more humanity in it. It eats Weirdness, so it must be the Tree of Kindness." Annan corrected.

The tree from another world swayed gently, as if responding to Annan.

The topic returned to weirdness. The best way now is to find a living person or find a weird person to bury it in.

Annan's eyes fell on the painter. It turned around and tried to escape, but Annan caught it.

"Why have you become so timid?"

"I...I'm not too old either..."

He was originally a great delinquent, but suddenly gained power, and the artist wanted to act like other weirdos - and then he was caught by the "Warden" and imprisoned in the church dungeon.

Then Annan came and took him out of Lost City. The sketchpad man feels that the current stable life is not bad. Apart from not being like a human being, he has everything that he did not have when he looked like a human being. Wealth, friends, being valued...

Seeing Annan's eyes constantly wandering back and forth between the tree in the other world and himself, the painter cried: "Brother, I am loyal to you!"

"I know, don't be so greedy for life and fear of death." Annan asked Da De: "I remember that there is a chance that creatures killed by Weird will be transformed into Weird?"

"That's right."

"Then do we bury people directly, or do we transform them into monsters and then bury them?"

If it were an empire, this would definitely not be a multiple-choice question. But Liberty City is not an evil place, and the most cruel punishment is hanging, and it has been useless for more than ninety days.

"Bury people..." Da De hesitated. "Taking life is an evil act..."

"We can use death row prisoners." Annan remembered that the Hellfire Legion and the Punishment Legion were still cleaning up pests in the principality, preparing to let them catch them alive! "

"That's not good either... The criminals deserve their crime, but the punishment should be waiting for them."

These remarks are obviously not in line with the values ​​​​of Allen's world, but Da De is a druid, and Annan chooses to follow her opinion: "Then the next best thing is to do the next best thing, sketchpad person, and call the other weirdos over."

Soon, strange teams of different shapes gathered in the lounge of the City Lord's Mansion.

"We haven't been together for a long time."

Annan sat on the sofa, watching the weirdos standing in a row in front of him, and sighed.

The adventure of taking them on a rampage in Lost City is still fresh in my mind - no? How is that possible!

"Long time no see. I'm looking for you this time because I need your help. I've found a new job for you, executioners. All you have to do is kill the condemned prisoners. Who is interested?"

The burnt girl stood up silently.

"I! I! I! I!" The slug jumped high on the spot.

"Anyone else?" Annan glanced at the remaining people.

"I! I! I! I!" Along with the bouncing, there were strange sound effects.

"Invisible man?" Annan looked at the invisible man whose clothes were shaking.

"I... I'm a good actor..."

"No conflict, you can be an actor on weekdays and occasionally kill people."

"I! I! I! I!"

The slug jumped in front of Annan and bounced, making it impossible for him to ignore it.

Annan looked at its body that was not much longer than his finger: "Do you want to stab the prisoner to death with a needle?"

"It's not impossible!"

"We want to give the prisoner a quick death, not torture him... At least not when he doesn't need to be tortured."

"You can find me when you need to torture!"

"Okay, count you in."

As for the remaining monsters... they don't even dare to kill people, so they should just live a peaceful life in Liberty City.

Except for not being able to reproduce, there is no problem with living to the end of life.

As for the Burnt Girl, the Invisible Man, and the Slug, they can not only improve their strength, but also provide nutrients to the other world, which is a win-win situation.

After sending them away, Annan said to Dade who was watching quietly: "It's solved, and we can continue the experiment in a few days."

"Thank you..." Dade said in a complicated way, a little touched.

She didn't expect Annan to really care about her opinion.

Annan leaned on the sofa, stretched his body gently, and said with a smile: "Respect is the key to maintaining friendship."