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Chapter 244 NO.7: Then I have to think about how to get it wrong.

Fire is a recognized source of civilization.

The culture extended in the fire is thick and colorful.

It is like the smelting of metals, and the sublimation of food.

There is an ancient sacrificial tradition in the Histhia area. After slaughtering a cow and divination with its internal organs, the beef is roasted.

The baked cigarettes are sacrifices to the gods.

To put it bluntly, barbecue is a bridge between man and God.

"To be precise, it should be spirit."

Omer spoke to correct the words of the elf man opposite.

"In this eastern land, there is also a tradition of using flame-burning spices and paper objects to communicate with gods and ancestors."

"At the same time, there are also cases of those ancestors being promoted to gods. The core theory of such rituals is the same."

"Oh?" The man was a little surprised, "Is that so?"

"You don't need to find a special god, just go to a certain college and catch a student from the Spirit Department to prove what you said." Omo said calmly, leaning on the back of his chair.

"It's really rare." The businessman picked up a skewer of barbecue and slurped it in one bite. The appearance of the food was bold, and the selection of materials was quite courageous. Homa has already seen several skewers on the dinner plate.

The meat of alien beasts, or the meat of newly certified meat beasts... Considering that this is a barbecue stall in a busy market in a remote area of ​​a foreign land, the possibility of illegal meat being mixed in is not out of the question.

But the businessman didn't care at all, and even asked him to eat something.

Naturally, Omer raised his hand and declined.

"what do you mean?"

Rather than sticking with a meat-eating elf here, it’s better to go back early and order normal snacks, or find new ones.

There must be snacks in her room. Besides snacks, there are more monster sculptures in various shapes.

I didn't feel it when I placed it at first, but I knocked on the door last night to visit, but I felt that those sculptures seemed to have lived, and standing among them seemed to be watched by countless eyes.

It's better not to pay too much attention to the employee's little secret, especially if he came here to work overtime for the other party.

The monster card and secret key, Jin Guqiao and Grozam, who lacked energy, were still with her, and she was not in a hurry to get them back the next day.

Omer is still carrying King Airi + Ace Killer, but there is an extra choice of Galatron.

In fact, Omer also likes the card Galatron the most, not the fusion beast like King Galatron.

The difference in appearance is only part of the reason. The main reason is that Galatron's own abilities are sufficiently diverse and high in strength. Chopped a knife.

The intuitive presentation is:

Galatron skill set: Galatron Axe (a long whip like a tail behind the head), Galatron Sword (armed lightsaber), Galatron Spark (AOE chain explosion), Galatron floating cannon (separate impact of the right arm or launch a beam of light), Voice of Galatron (intervention spirit that dispels anger or makes it violent), chest scan (comprehensive analysis of the target with the help of chest core scan), defensive magic disc.

then……

Galatron King Skill Group: Pedanim Anti-aircraft Cannon, Pedanim Boxing, KG Barrier (Defense Magic Disc), Galatron Death Ray.

Gone.

Jin Guqiao, you fucking spit out so many skills of Galatron! ! (half annoyed)

Although the doctrine of supremacy of firepower is indeed very attractive, for a guy like Omer who always pays special attention to the magic of life, Galatron's card is really his favorite high versatility, so the mechanical dragon cover the top of the cassette.

Ace Killer and Galatron, two lifeless coldness and killing intent, made King Airi at the bottom miserable (x).

Although you did hear King Airi's cry, please remember that the monster card is not intelligent, it is just the condensation of pure power.

Omer ignored it.

And the string elves on the opposite side didn't seem to pay attention, and the topics they spoke were still answering Omer's previous rhetorical questions:
"I thought you had been in the eastern land for more than ten years, and mixed with those little girls. You should be more or less energetic, cheerful and talkative, but you still retain the traces of the Birds."

It was hard to tell whether it was an argument or a sarcasm, so Aomer was silent for a while.

"... I think it is not wise to solidify the impression by region, which can be described as the humble opinion of those who have seen the poor."

"Indeed, there are many guys who will question my race and think that I just put pointed ears on myself." The businessman was still chewing, and the delicious food did not prevent him from opening his mouth. After all, the voice even came from his abdomen. From the news, it can be seen that the research on the discussion at the dinner party is deep.

Ling Aomer couldn't help but paused, and then said: "Then Mr. Pointy Ears, when will we get to the point?"

"Or are you busy trying to get those cards back from me?"

He stared at the green eyes of the other party, and there was no concealment of the cold light called greed in those eyes, but the businessman with those eyes was extremely restrained in his behavior.

"How could it be? Naturally, such things should be considered in the long term, and we should not be in a hurry," the businessman admitted his thoughts shamelessly. The businessman raised his hand and placed a card box with a gorgeous pattern on the table, "Before you mention the Hall of Returning to the Origin , I guess you want to see this."

Staring at the card box and sensing the rising aura in it, Omer was not in a hurry to reach out.

"If the customer is stable like this, it will discourage the enthusiasm of the businessman." The businessman said, but he stretched out his hand, but he didn't want to lift the lid of the box, but put it back in his pocket.

"I guess you're not generous enough to use it as a greeting gift."

Realizing that the icy temperament was similar to Ace Killer and Galatron, but had a distinct difference, Homa should have had some desire in his heart, but before that, there was another inexplicable sense of intimacy that made him frown.

"Is there a special sense of familiarity? Don't doubt it, it's not an illusion, but that's not my trick," the businessman said with a smile, "Since you can use the beta igniter, then you don't have the factor of Mephilas , also has something to do with his 'personality'."

"Personality?" Omer was stunned. The last time I heard this word, it was from religious studies, such as the life hierarchy under the Kabbalah theory.

"Actually, to be more precise, it's 'location'." The businessman took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then pushed the parchment by the table towards Omer.

"Joining the Hall of Return to the Origin, you will be able to understand this concept. This is the foundation of the foundation, but it also involves the core rules of this world."

"Also, you guessed it right, Mephilas' monster card will naturally not be given to you so easily."

After he finished speaking, he greeted the checkout, then turned around and smiled at Omer:
"After all, this is the broken steel sword used to guard against you."

Omerben was looking down at the treaty on the parchment, and when he heard this, he looked up at him again, and was silent for a few seconds: "...you are so frank, you might as well be more direct."

"It shouldn't be difficult for you to understand, right?"

The businessman seemed a little impatient: "Although you are only a 19-year-old devil, your eyes are really too similar to some annoying old man."

Nasty old man?

Aomo took note of this subtle label for the time being. As for the understanding of what the other party said, there is indeed a clue.

Although some businessmen advocate honesty as the foundation, this 'businessman' is too honest and honest, and directly puts his defenses on the surface. Doesn't this open up everyone's attempts to take advantage of each other?
Thinking about the allusion of the 'broken steel sword', the other party probably didn't want to become the legendary King Arthur in Hongying District.

A sword that cuts steel...

Omer looked again at the elf who took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay:
"Do you actually have a countermeasure against yourself?"

"How can you do business without filing?" The businessman who had paid looked back at him.

A flashing black stream of data appears beside the phone held in his hand, which seems to be a Digimon with special power.

"This steel-breaking sword is precisely used to cut off the backbone of steel."

　Moved home today, but the computer is estimated to arrive tomorrow, I hope the update will not be late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)