In fact, the owner's name was very long. Once, Prapa heard the owner mention it, but for some reason, compared to the real name that represented his father's achievements, he preferred to call himself Night.
The owner told him about today's work and left.
There were very few guests in the prey house. Even if the owner left for a long time, it would not affect anything. After all, there was no business.
Without any guests, Prapa wondered how the owner made a living. However, he had not been in La Sudran for long. Perhaps the owner had other ways to make a living?
Following the owner's instructions, Prapa passed through the huge main hall and came to the showroom.
The showroom was filled with all kinds of prey specimens, but these specimens were basically empty shells. They looked very lively, but other than the fur and skeleton, they were all empty inside.
Prapa passed through the specimens and came to the back of the showroom, where there was a tall wall.
On the top half of the wall was a painting. On the bottom half, there was a door.
Behind the door was where Prapa worked every day.
After Prapa entered the door, he began to clean the prey that the owner had hunted today. It was two Flame Leopards. As usual, Prapa took out the meat and organs of the Flame Leopards and moistened them with "Nether Floating Water" for a while so that they could be fresh for a long time.
Then, Prapa began to clean the fur and splice the skeleton.
While cleaning the fur, Prapa carefully checked the fur from top to bottom. There were beautiful fire patterns, and there was not a single wound.
Although the Flame Leopard was not a powerful monster, Prapa could hunt it. However, it was very difficult to keep the fur intact during the hunt.
It was rumored that the owner was very weak, which could be seen from the prey he hunted.
However, Prapa always had a vague feeling that the owner should be very powerful. In the three months he had been here, although Prapa had not cleaned any more powerful monsters, he could not see any wounds on the monsters hunted by the owner. Just like this Flame Leopard, it was so perfect that it seemed to be asleep.
For the owner to be able to do this in detail, Prapa did not think that the owner who pursued perfection would be too weak.
Perhaps the owner also hunted high-level monsters, but did not need him to clean them?
After Prapa cleaned the two Flame Leopards, he put their specimens in the showroom. His work for the day was over.
Generally speaking, after Prapa finished his work, he would seize the time to refine his body. Although the refining method in the bloodline inheritance might not be effective, before he changed the cultivation method, he could only make do with it for now.
However, Prapa didn't go back to train his body today. Instead, he observed the painting in the showroom.
In fact, Prapa did not find the painting very special, but he found that the owner often stood there admiring it. It kept an eye on the painting. Maybe there was a hidden mystery in the painting. Prapa decided to investigate it seriously today.
Prapa stood under the painting and looked at it for more than half an hour without finding anything.
This painting was completely incomprehensible to Prapa's aesthetic.
The entire background was black … or rather, it was so blue that it was almost black. In the middle of this dark background, there were dancing flames. The flames were of different sizes, and they formed a line that divided the painting into two sides.
"What is the meaning of this painting?" Prapa wondered to himself.
After looking at it for about an hour, Prapa's eyes turned red, but he didn't find any mystery in the painting. Instead, he noticed a small detail that he hadn't noticed before. At the bottom right corner of the painting, there were a few light gray words that almost merged with the black background.
This row of words seemed to be the painter's signature, but he couldn't understand the words. It wasn't the Demon Language.
The curved tadpole-like words looked a little like … human words.
It wasn't until a long time later that Prapa learned that it was indeed human words. It recorded the name of the painting and the painter.
— "Night." Painter: Feng.
Prapa didn't figure out the meaning of the painting, but to his surprise, he found that the owner had returned.
Not only did the owner return, but he was also carrying a black beast leg on his back. Just the beast leg alone was comparable to a Flame Leopard's size. It was obvious that its true body was not small!
"Eh, you didn't start refining today?" Night looked at Prapa.
Prapa stared curiously at the beast leg that was still burning with black flames and found it very familiar. "There's no effect even if I keep refining it, so I want to go out and see if there's anything suitable for my cultivation."
"I see." Night didn't say anything. He took out two shining gold coins from the small pocket at his waist and threw them to Prapa. "I'll give you this month's salary in advance. I hope you can find something suitable for you."
Gratitude flashed in Prapa's eyes. With these two demon gold coins, he had a total of ten demon gold coins. This was already a considerable amount of money to him. One had to know that its parents had only left it two demon gold coins as an inheritance.
"Thank you, owner." Prapa was grateful. Seeing Night walk directly to the small room behind the showroom, he guessed that it was going to clean the beast leg. He hurriedly said, "Owner, if it's cleaning, let me do it."
Night shook his head. "No need. Don't look at how it only has one leg left. The flames on it are inextinguishable. It's contrary to your attribute. You'll get hurt if you handle it. "
After saying that, Night went straight into the cleaning room and closed the door.
Prapa recalled the 'inextinguishable flame' in his mind and then left the prey hall. He walked for a long time before a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The black inextinguishable flame and the hind leg that looked like a horse's hooves.
It reminded him of a demon.
Blackgold Nightmare!
Could it be the hind leg of a Black-Gold Nightmare Demon?
The more Prapa thought about it, the more he felt that it was right. Although he was quite far away, the black beast leg did emit a faint pressure.
If it really was a Blackgold Nightmare, could this prey have been hunted by the owner?
Prapa was suddenly excited. A Blackgold Nightmare was a demon comparable to a middle-rank demon. Some powerful Blackgold Nightmares could even compare to a great demon. If the owner could hunt such a powerful demon … didn't it mean that his previous guess was not wrong? The owner was really powerful, but he didn't usually show it?
Since the owner was so powerful, could he teach him how to increase his strength?
Prapa shook his head sadly. No matter how powerful the owner was, he was of the fire attribute, which was contrary to him. There was nothing he could teach him.
It was better to continue shopping in Rasudelan and see if there were any shops here that could help him.
After shopping for half a day, Prapa felt that he was still too naive.
Although the purchasing power of ten demon gold coins was not bad, it was impossible to buy things that could increase his strength, whether it was cultivation methods or special treasures.
These were not only what Prapa urgently needed, but also what any other demon or half-blood demon wanted.
Therefore, these prices were very expensive, at least fifty demon gold coins.
It seemed that he still had to wait a few years before he could have the ability to take revenge.
Prapa was depressed as he prepared to return to the prey hall. At least in Rasudelan, the owner was very good to him. As long as he was willing to work hard, fifty demon gold coins should not be saved for long.
On the way back to the prey hall, Prapa glanced at a small wooden house from the corner of his eyes.
He looked back and found that he was at the edge of Rasudelan again. The wooden house called 'Hallucination' that he saw before was in the forest not far away.
Prapa shook his head and prepared to continue forward.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a row of words under the signboard called 'Hallucination'.
Most importantly, he was not unfamiliar with this word and even had a strange nostalgia.
Abyssal language! He actually saw the Abyssal language here?!
The Abyssal language was the unified written language of the aboriginals of the major settlements in the Abyss. His mother was the aboriginals of the Nodin Tribe. Since he was young, Prapa had not only learned the Abyssal language of his father, but he was also very familiar with the Abyssal language taught by his mother.
Therefore, when he saw the Abyssal language among the Abyssal language and even the ancient Abyssal language signboards in Rasudelan, he immediately felt a strong sense of familiarity.
Following this sense of familiarity, Prapa subconsciously walked towards the 'Hallucination' wooden house.
Passing through the shady path, Prapa felt that the air here was very comfortable even though it was only separated by a few trees. It relieved his depressed mood after coming to Rasudelan.
The light of the Inextinguishable Light Source passed through the shade of the trees and cast mottled light and shadow on the stone path.
When Prapa walked to the door of the wooden house, he raised his head and carefully looked at the signboard.
In addition to 'Hallucination' on the signboard, there was a row of words written in the Abyssal language: Feel the rhythm of the ocean.
As a water-type half-blood Demon, Prapa naturally knew that the ocean actually had its own unique rhythm, but what was the use of feeling this rhythm? Why was it related to 'Hallucination'?
Also, how could one feel the rhythm of the ocean?
An image appeared in Prapa's mind: A Demon with wings on his back scooped a bucket of water from the ocean and poured it into a wooden bucket. Then, he smiled and pointed at the wooden bucket, as if indicating that as long as you soak in the bucket, you would be able to feel the rhythm of the ocean.
Prapa shook his head and shook off the image in his mind. As for the specific situation, he would know once he went in.
He had to admit that the wooden door was really too short. If not for his interest in the Abyssal language on the signboard, Prapa would definitely not have stepped in.
Before entering the wooden house, Prapa had thought that the person who would write the Abyssal language on the signboard was probably a half-blood Demon. Moreover, it was a half-blood Demon that recognized his native bloodline.
However, when Prapa stepped into the wooden house, he realized that he was completely wrong.
It was not a half-blood Demon that recognized his native bloodline, but a native himself!
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