"He was still able to restrain himself before the pieces of meat appeared. Although he was always urging the porcelain to be made, because every batch of porcelain shipped to the Imperial Capital Tower had to be of high quality and sufficient quantity, he would not do anything excessive.
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It wasn't until the residents became corrupted and the production capacity couldn't be met that he made up his mind to lead me into this trap."
"He is dead."
"It's good, but they can't come back."
Hero knew he was talking about the rickety porcelain inhabitants in the back.
No one knows to whom those teacups filled with bones were dedicated.
Who is collecting them...
"Then what will you do next?" In the chef's description, Hero understood his essence.
He doesn't have bad intentions...it's just that the death of the town's residents caused him to lose his sanity.
Coupled with the parasitism of meat, the body becomes infected and the soul unknowingly degenerates.
This is irreversible.
It's a miracle that he can maintain his current appearance.
He even felt that the chef originally had a powerful talent as a magician, but he just didn't have the means of a high tower to awaken it.
Luck is so important sometimes.
If he could awaken and become a magician, he might be able to change the fate of the town.
"I don't know, where else can I go with this look? Without your dog to suppress my depravity, I would probably be buried in the snow soon."
Holo tapped the thick porcelain skin under his butt, and couldn't help but start imagining in his mind.
He did not elaborate on the specific mutation process, but it would be difficult to die in the snow and wind like this.
"Where are we going now?"
"To get rid of all this."
"Maybe I can help you get rid of this thing."
"It's no longer needed."
Hero could feel that the obsession in his heart was lessening. Perhaps when all this was relieved, he would bury all the residents under the frozen soil and wait for the birth of new porcelain clay in the coming year.
I wonder if the tower will send another wave of people here to restart the workshop.
Under the chef's huge feet, they quickly crossed half of Teacup Town.
The restaurant located in the center was also displayed in front of Hero.
If you can't bear the bloody scene in front of the door, the restaurant can be said to be quite beautiful. It is very different from the buildings in the town.
Residential houses and workshops are all made of black frozen rocks that are common in snowfields.
This kind of stone has nothing but solid hardness.
They have no special properties, and they cannot insulate the cold very well in this area. Their only purpose is to shield them from wind and snow, but their irregular shapes always allow wind to flow into them.
Under this frozen soil, the thousands of years of rock itself is cold. Even if the furnace burns continuously, the temperature will not rise.
At best, it can only guarantee that residents will not die in their sleep, which is far from comfortable.
Although the restaurant's appearance is also characteristic of a snowfield, the exposed internal masonry structure shows that it was brought from outside.
You must know that this place is in a semi-closed state, and few people come except the magician who was previously responsible for supervision.
How did they transport huge quantities of bricks and stones into the snowfield?
Hero looked at the cook.
He is really the hope of the entire Teacup Town and the child that all residents pay attention to.
"They don't want to see you like this."
"You mean porcelain? They really don't want to see it, but they are gone. In order to fulfill my last long-cherished wish, I can only embrace this power."
"Power? Where does it come from..."
Before Hero could finish asking, the chef lifted up the eaves of the restaurant, smashed the dilapidated display window wall, and entered the kitchen from the side.
"It doesn't matter where it comes from, but it will eventually be buried in the snowfield. I don't plan to go out, and I don't have to care about it."
As soon as he entered here, Hero felt a heat wave spurting out from the ground.
"What's the temperature here?"
"Ley veins, earth veins that exude extreme heat."
"So Teacup Town was built on this?" Holo understood the reason why Teacup Town was built.
It has both special frozen soil and the rarest fire source veins in the snowfield.
The location is so advantageous.
"This is a fulcrum of the earth's veins. Although it is not the main vein, it is warm enough for porcelain baking. A circle of workshops on the periphery are led from here, passing through residential houses along the way, which can bring the residents the warmth to survive."
Hero jumped off his shoulder and kicked open the brick stove.
Boom!
As the entire stove was completely kicked away, a red-glowing hole was exposed in the ground.
The cave was very deep, and they wiped away the snow and frozen soil that originally covered the surface.
The energy of the earth's veins spurted out, and some blue-gray soil was randomly brought out.
"This is the clay used to make porcelain." The chef held a ball with his fingers and gestured to Hero.
"So what's the purpose of your coming here?"
"While he was suppressing the residents of Teacup Town, I thought about blowing it up.
Even though it is very docile now, in the beginning everyone used their lives to fill the holes, so...but I hesitated.
They have high hopes for me, and even sincerely want to escape from here, but after blowing up this place, the newborn children will be exposed to the wind and snow."
Holo understands this struggle.
Extinction to survive in search of illusory freedom.
"So after telling me the truth, you no longer have worries and plan to activate this leyline and completely destroy Teacup Town?"
"right."
Hero's face gradually changed from stiff and frosty to warm. After a moment of silence, he said:
"If you just want to end this..."
"I just want there to be no Teacup Town here anymore. Even if we are not here, those who come after us won't have to suffer from the wind and snow."
"You overestimate Teacup Town's status in the Tower. The truth is not important to them at all, not even here."
For the artist, art is just a spice in a long and depressing life.
And the shouts from the bottom are nothing to the tower.
As long as a marquis magician wants to, then the magicians and even apprentices below can raise a group of low-level soul beasts.
Even soul beasts, a species that tends towards freedom and is extremely difficult to tame, cannot resist the control of the tower.
Why can an existence like Teacup Town, which has no soul value to magicians, make them feel guilty for these things?
In other words, Teacup Town... in the eyes of magicians, is completely dispensable.
They don't care at all.
Even the magician who originally settled a group of residents here to create Teacup Town may not have even remembered the existence of Teacup Town.
Maybe he just passed by the snowfield and found a strange place here.
"Of course I know that those magicians have never let us down in their eyes. They are superior, but what can I do? My friends just want to sleep. Even if they become clay, it is much better than this!"
The chef's emotions seemed to be out of control again, and his emotions could be seen in his eyes.
"In that case...why don't you make things bigger? If they don't take you seriously, then poke them in the eyeballs and let them see clearly."
Hero looked up at the chef. His words were like the whispers of a devil, constantly teasing the chef's nerves.
The flame of revenge has never been extinguished, he just doesn't have enough firewood to burn.
This big fat boy looked cuter and cuter in his eyes.
No matter how you look at it, this encounter is the same as what happened to the lord.
It's so suitable...
Huh? Why did you start thinking about a hostile organization?
After hearing Hero's suggestion, the chef gasped and asked with interest: "Do you have any good suggestions?"
"Let this become a tomb of a high tower. I have a good friend, um... a friend from the high tower. He has quite a status for the high tower. If he dies here, maybe the high tower will die."
If you can pay attention to this, since your anger has nowhere to vent, it is better to release it to your heart's content, maybe there is a glimmer of hope."
The soul spell from [Void]... should be able to resist.