Faced with Albus's rhetorical question, Lumian said "ha" and muttered in his heart:
This guy has quite a keen sense...
I don’t know when he was exiled to Morola, but it must be the first time he dines in this bar...
Did he find that some people in Morola had certain abnormalities after eating food from this bar, so he came here to take a look?
As his mind raced, Lumian slapped the bar table hard.
He jumped off the high stool and said coldly to the bartender, who always looked ugly:
"Trying to fool me by pretending this meat is steak?
"Get your boss out!"
The bartender was stunned for a moment:
"Are you sure?"
He was not embarrassed or angry by Lumian's attitude, but instead showed a bit of surprise.
Lumian did not answer, but expressed with his eyes that he wanted your boss to get out of here quickly.
The bartender immediately shouted:
"Boss! Boss! Someone is going to smash your bar!"
In just a few seconds, a figure rushed out from the direction of the kitchen.
The figure's hair was fluffy and messy, and his face was very fat, as if there were several layers of flesh on top of it, making his eyes small. However, his body was very standard, and there was no trace of fatness at all.
At this time, the figure was wearing a white apron and carrying a thick-backed knife that seemed to be used to chop bones. He glared at the two customers near the bar and shouted in Lomborg dialect:
"Who? Who wants to smash my bar?"
Lumian pointed to the steak on the white porcelain plate and said with a sneer:
"You think I can't tell what kind of meat this is?"
"I say it's steak, it's steak." The fat-faced boss responded without any sign of weakness.
Lumian did not argue with him, but took out a black glove from the "traveler's bag" and threw it in front of him.
"I want to duel with you." Lumian said in a very calm tone.
It is an Intis custom to throw a glove to initiate an invitation to a duel.
The boss glanced at the black gloves on the ground. The fat on his face spread out layer by layer, revealing the light yellow beard sandwiched inside.
He is laughing.
He responded to Lumian’s invitation:
"good."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the large bone-chopping knife in his hand and struck Lumian violently.
Lumian turned sideways to avoid the blow, but suddenly felt that he could no longer use his "teleport" ability.
This contract ability from "Abscess Severed Hand" seems to have been taken away by a strange power!
Lumian suddenly remembered Ludwig's introduction to the "Depriver" in Sequence 5 of the "Gourmet" path, and suspected that the bar owner who was a part-time chef in front of him was the evil god who bestowed this path.
"No wonder Brother Broken Hand's rotten meat can be made almost like a real steak, with both appearance and aroma...
“Instead of directly annihilating the person blessed by the evil god, why should he be exiled to Morola?
“Don’t throw all your garbage into Morola…
"Is this the fear that the population of Morola will decline and it will not be enough to seal the underground '0-01'?"
While these thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, he shook his shoulders, swelled his arms, and swung his right fist.
His fists ignited with bright, white flames, and he seemed to be dragging a peacock's tail towards the bar owner.
Boom!
When his fist hit the side of the heavy bone chopping knife, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.
The blazing white fire instantly illuminated the entire bar, and the violent wind and waves overturned the nearby high stools, throwing the boss with a weirdly fat face away.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Albus jumped off the high stool next to Lumian and sat on the bar surface away from this area.
He put one foot away and stepped on the bar, watching the duel between Lumian and the bar owner with great interest.
The bartender was also affected by the explosion and was "pushed" to the wine rack, bathing in the fragrant liquid flowing from the broken wine bottles.
He was almost set on fire.
The clothes on the bar owner's chest, which suffered the explosion from the front, were shattered, and his flesh and blood were mangled and charred, exposing his white bones.
There were similar wounds on his face, but because there were so many layers of fat, they had not yet affected his skull.
These wounds are squirming and growing rapidly in a strange, non-human state, and it seems that it won't take long to heal completely.
"This is not an ability or trait that a 'Depriver' should have. The entire 'Gourmet' pathway should not have it in the middle or lower sequences... Is this obtained by the 'Chef' with the help of special food? It's a bit like a man with a severed hand being eaten part of the rotten flesh.
A trait that can grow again in the future..." Taking advantage of the explosion just now, Lumian took a few steps back and distanced himself from the bar owner.
While he discovered that the other party was special, he also felt that he had lost an ability again.
That's the "Hum Ha Technique".
"The 'Deprived' can feel which abilities and traits in me can bring them great danger? Although they don't know what those abilities and traits are specifically, can they be deprived according to the degree of danger?" Lumian
He calmly condensed a huge, blazing fireball and let it fly towards the bar owner.
The bar owner didn't dodge, he held up the bone-chopping knife that had a gap in it and seemed to be about to shatter, and struck directly at the blazing fireball.
The fireball immediately split into two, losing its forward speed and aura of destruction. The bar owner suddenly opened his mouth and sucked it in like a whale swallowing sea water without suffering any harm.
At this moment, Lumian laughed.
In the void around him, blazing white fireballs quickly condensed out one after another, roaring towards the bar owner.
Behind him, blazing white fire crows emerged one after another, drawing a large arc around the back of the bar owner.
He wanted to see how many fireballs this "depriver" could handle at one time, how many he could eat, and whether he could last longer!
The bar owner's eyes narrowed, and he spit out the blazing white flames that were flowing towards his stomach, turning them into torrents to meet the overwhelming cluster of fireballs.
Seeing this scene, Albus held up his palm and flipped behind the bar.
Boom!
The clusters of fireballs were detonated one after another by the stream of blazing white fire breathed out by the bar owner.
In the explosion, the bar counter was directly flattened, and the wine rack collapsed silently. Mixed with the flowing wine, it ignited into a raging fire.
The bartender, who had fled to Albus's position, was very grateful that he had responded in time.
Other patrons in the bar either shrank to the edge or walked out of the hall, which was very experienced.
Swish, swish, those blazing crows that deliberately avoided the front and were not dragged into the series of explosions landed on the back of the bar owner one after another.
But at this time, the bar owner was dyed translucent crimson, like the frozen moonlight.
Boom!
As the blazing white fire crow exploded and burned, the crimson moonlight-like bar owner not only did not dim, but reflected the firelight, making it a bit brighter.
When the dots of flames fell down, the bar owner returned to his normal appearance. He raised the bone-chopping knife again and cast his sights on where Lumian was standing just now.
There was no one there.
There was no sign of Lumian in the bar lobby.
The bar owner was stunned for a moment.
Almost at the same time, a person emerged from the shadow beneath him.
Lumian's right fist, with black eyes, was filled with blazing white flames that covered his entire arm, and he hit the bar owner in the crotch.
With a rumbling roar, Lumian's fist hit the weak point, blasting directly from the crotch into the intestines of the "Depriver", and blazing white flames shot up.
He stood upright, raised the bar owner, and let the high-temperature flames carried by his fists surge into the enemy's stomach.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian withdrew his right fist and threw the enemy to the ground.
With a plop, the bar owner's crotch was completely split open, and his intestines gushed out in pieces. His stomach bag was still intact, but it was a little burnt and black, and yellow-green liquid oozed out.
Lumian looked at the two squeezed small eyes full of pain, and said with a mocking smile:
"Have you made your own brain into food? After blocking a round of attacks and exiting the moonlight state, you still stayed in the same place without moving.
"Have you never considered that I will still use your shadow?"
The bar owner's expression twisted and he said blankly:
"Can my own brain be made into food..."
His voice gradually became lower, and finally he lost the breath of life and lay on the ground, motionless.
Lumian looked at the body of the "Deprived", thinking not that there was anything wrong with the opponent's response just now, but that he noticed something abnormal in this battle:
"The abilities of the 'Depriver' are really diverse. Although each of them has a very superficial and elementary application and is not as good as the contract ability, it is still quite powerful when used in actual combat...
"If this guy hadn't reacted inflexibly and inflexibly when he noticed that I suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't have been able to attack his weak point so easily, and I might have had to use the magical items in the 'Traveler's Bag'...
"Comparatively speaking, the previous 'thief' named Worms didn't have this problem..."
Lumian shook his hand as he thought about it. There were wounds one after another caused by corroded flesh and blood on the surface of his fist, which caused intense pain.
This was caused by the "stomach acid" that leaked out when he hit the bar owner's stomach.
At that time, his hands were still protected by the blazing flames.
After thinking about it, although he could not prevent the gift from the bar owner from returning to the giver, Lumian still squatted down, pulled out an ordinary straight sword from the "traveler's bag", and matched it with his own blazing white flames.
The stomach pouch was separated from the body.
He plans to ask Ludwig later if this can be made into dishes with special effects, or find an "artisan" to see if it can be used as a special material.
After finishing this matter, Lumian stood up straight and asked the bartender who had just come out of the hiding place and suffered serious injuries:
"How many years has your boss been exiled to Morola?"
"Five or six years." The bartender could only give a rough number.
Five or six years ago... The thief looked relatively young before, and he should have been exiled to Morola for only one or two years... The longer he stayed in Morola, the more likely he was to develop symptoms of experimenters such as dullness, which belongs to "0-01"
"One of the manifestations of pollution? No, the sealed information did not mention this, and there is no such thing in Trier... The bar owner did something in Morola, which caused him to start to transform into an experimenter? Lumi
An looked around thoughtfully and said with a smile:
"Don't take my loot."
This refers to the money that the bar owner has.
Lumian immediately walked to the aisle beside the bar.
Based on the origin of the "steak" and the location of the "cook", he reasonably suspected that the body part of the "abscessed hand" was in the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw half a black, swollen and highly decomposed body placed openly on the cooking table.