"Aren't you going to tell her straight about this?"
Joe Butran waited with a puzzled look on his face until Selina's footsteps faded away, then asked Arnold, who was pounding the table and laughing.
"Now just play with her for a few days, and it will also serve as a chance to hone your temper.
Maybe she will remember it herself after some time."
Arnold raised his head and straightened his collar which was a little messy due to his laughter.
Joet Brown rolled his eyes.
“It always feels like you’re waiting for something good to happen.
By the way, I have met the old man. "
Arnold raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? What do you think of him?"
"He seems to be disrespectful and playful, but he is actually very shrewd.
Although they haven't been together for a very long time, one can always subconsciously not harbor any ill will towards him.
Overall, the initial impression is good.”
Joet Brown said objectively, while Arnold nodded slightly.
“The principal thinks highly of you, so he came to see you in person.
Miskatonic University is a very good school. If you study hard here, you should be able to learn more than I can teach you.
A few days ago, after you were injured, I went out and brought something back for you.
Then, maybe it will be of some use.”
After that, Arnold took something out of the drawer and threw it gently in front of Joet Brown.
Joet Brown reached out and took it, holding it in his palm and examining it carefully.
The object in his hand looked like an ordinary rough hemp rope, but a beast's tooth was hanging in the middle of the rope.
I put the dark blue hemp rope to my nose and sniffed it carefully, and I could smell a faint oily smell.
The animal tooth is pointed, but the surface is extremely smooth, and it looks like it has been moisturized by being played with in someone's hands frequently.
This primitive and simple combination reminds people of the accessories worn by the natives of primitive African tribes.
"What is this?"
Joet Brown asked in confusion. Even with his sharp eyesight, he couldn't tell the origin of the animal tooth necklace.
“I bought this from a demon merchant. It’s made of Thunder Wolf Dragon’s hair and Storm Dragon’s teeth.
It has a certain degree of warding off evil spirits and purification effects, but the side effects are also quite obvious when it works.
It’s up to you whether you want to wear it or not.”
Arnold explained mysteriously.
"Demon merchant? When did you start dealing with demons?"
Joet Brown frowned after hearing this, obviously he was a little unhappy about Arnold going to find the devil merchant.
Arnold laughed when he heard this.
"When did you become so pedantic
This is Arkham, a completely neutral place!
In Arkham, there are not only demons, but also angels, but they usually put away their fangs and wings and look like ordinary people. "
"No, I mean the fact that you deal with demons."
Joet Brown carefully placed the necklace in his hand on the table and tapped it twice with his fingers.
“Joe Butron, don’t have blind faith, don’t blindly judge the good or evil of others based on race.
Yes, in the past, I also served the Holy Light wholeheartedly and was a loyal believer of the Holy Light.
But after that failed exorcism, I fell into deep thought.
Why didn't Lucifer kill me, an ant, on the spot? ①
That unlucky little girl Annaliese, didn’t die
When I started to question, I decided to quit the Holy Light Society.
I chose to see and observe the world with my own eyes, rather than blindly believe in the creed of the Holy Light.
But have I lost the right to use the power of Holy Light
No, on the contrary, I see more possibilities based on the Holy Light Power System."
Arnold said earnestly, he paused, looked at Joet Brown who was lost in thought, and sighed softly,
"You don't have classes this afternoon. Take this necklace and come with me."
"Where are you going?"
Joet Brown asked in surprise.
"Devil's cave."
——
Devil's cave, sounds like a very scary word.
If we take the literal meaning, it is a cave where demons and devils live together.
When Joet Brown heard these two words, a picture emerged in his mind.
The devil uses whispers to lure ignorant people into its lair, and then hungry demons come forward to eat them, while the devils snatch the poor people's souls.
The demons drank the blood flowing from the innocent bodies, cut their tender internal organs into small pieces and chewed them carefully, placed the fat limbs on wooden racks to dry, and then used the removed skeletons to make soup.
The demons and devils continued to extend their claws to the next unlucky two-legged sheep with shrill and piercing laughter.
The scene that emerged in his mind made Joet Brown feel a little uneasy, but he knew that Arnold beside him was definitely not someone who would sit idly by and watch the situation.
He shook his head, clearing away the unrealistic fantasies in his mind.
Led by Arnold, the two flew into the air and headed towards Arkham, the small town that Joet Brown had passed by.
They flew over the wild mountains and hills in the air, crossed the snake-like rivers, and landed in the desolate cemetery.
"From now on, what you need to do is to be a spectator, a listener, and an observer.
Do you understand? "
After the two men landed, Arnold gave instructions to Joet Brown beside him.
Joet Brown nodded slightly to show his understanding and followed Arnold.
The church not far away still looked very strange, but Arnold did not walk towards the church.
They came to a towering and majestic stone tablet. The words on it had not escaped the erosion of time, leaving only a few traces of the past.
Green moss grew on the tombstone in patches, while dark red vines with those hateful thorns lingered around the tombstone.
Arnold reached out his hand, tapped lightly on the tombstone twice, and then waited quietly there.
"Who is it?"
A childish voice like that of a child was heard from behind the tombstone, filled with doubt and a hint of innocence.
"Me."
Arnold replied with a smile.
One side of the tombstone was slightly moved away, revealing a pair of small, pointy black horns and a small heart-shaped tail that was swinging back and forth.
The person inside poked his head out, then pushed open the partition in front of the tombstone.
"Wow, Arnold is here, Arnold is here."
The person behind the door was a little boy who was only five or six years old. He immediately jumped up on Arnold with joy.
Arnold smiled, opened his arms, and caught the little boy.
"Didn't I just get here not long ago? Are you missing me again?"
Arnold had a genuine smile on his face and scratched the tip of the boy's nose with his finger.
The little boy smiled brightly, revealing his uneven teeth.
This seemingly innocent little boy is actually a devil!
Whether it is the messy and sharp teeth, the pair of wings that have not yet opened behind him, or the pair of iconic sharp horns, they all symbolize that this little boy is a pure-blooded demon.
Joet Brown's heart was shaken, and an absurd thought emerged in his mind.
"Can humans coexist with demons?"
He was about to speak and ask Arnold, but then he remembered Arnold's instructions, so he resisted the urge to ask and just stood behind Arnold and watched quietly.
Arnold took a handful of candy from his pocket and handed it over.
"Don't eat it all by yourself, share it with your brothers and sisters, okay?"
The little devil cheered from the bottom of his heart.
“Arnold is so nice!”
Then he broke free from Arnold's arms, holding the candy.
He turned around, flapped his tender wings, and flew toward the space behind the tombstone, shouting,
"Arnold is here again~~~There's candy~~~Everyone come out~~~"
“Let’s go, let’s go in.
Remember to close the door.”
Arnold turned and said something to Joet Brown, then bent down and jumped through the gap under the partition.
Joet Brown imitated Arnold's actions, first pulling up the stone partition and then jumping down.
The free fall time was about ten seconds. An ordinary person would be smashed into pieces if he fell from this height, but Arnold did not release any strength and did not struggle at all.
A transparent soap bubble floated up from the ground, and with a splash, Arnold's body fell into the bubble.
The same is true for Joet Brown.
Although the surface of the soap bubble is transparent and looks very fragile, perhaps because of its material, it can carry two people and float slowly.
Joet Brown stretched out his hand curiously, and found that the inner membrane of the soap bubble was soft and elastic. Moreover, under the dim light in the passage, the surface of the bubble was filled with colorful light, which was very beautiful.
The two soap bubbles floated slowly, and the air flow in the underground passage carried the two people to an open space in front.
Arnold puffed up his lips and blew gently, and the soap bubbles turned into phantoms and disappeared into thin air.
"Just blow gently and you will be out."
Arnold turned to Joet Brown and explained.
This magical and unprecedented means of transportation was so novel that Joet Brown blew a breath of reluctance and let himself fall to the ground.
Not far away, a group of young children gathered around the little devil, and the little devil, with a serious expression, distributed the candy fairly to every child present.
These children are from different races.
Some are humans, some are demons, some are angels, and a few are orcs.
The fact that so many races were mixed together without any disputes made Joet Brown even more shocked.
"Welcome to the devil's den, Joe Butran."
Arnold turned and smiled warmly at Joet Brown.
"Hey, Arnold, didn't you just come here?"
From the shadow of the passage, a sturdy but extremely short figure walked out. He had a long beard on his face and held a large hammer in his hand.
He took the wine bag from his waist and threw it over.
"Now that you're here, have a drink with me."
Arnold caught it but waved his hand with a smile.
"Every time I come here, you let me drink your dwarven liquor. This time you want me to sleep for a few days?"
"I don't care, you have to drink with me before you leave anyway."
The burly dwarf laughed heartily, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.
"Who's that guy behind you
We don’t welcome those who sneak in.”
The dwarf noticed Joet Brown who was silent behind Arnold and waved the hammer in his hand as a demonstration.
“My direct disciple, Joet Brown.
Come say hello to Master Bronzebeard.
By the way, return the wineskin to Master Bronzebeard."
Arnold handed the wine bag to Joet Brown, and when Joet Brown took it, he heard Arnold whisper in his ear,
"Try not to drink this wine."
Then Arnold patted Joet Brown on the shoulder and shouted,
"Go ahead, kid."
Jot Brown nodded slightly, walked to Master Bronzebeard, bowed respectfully, and
"Hello, Master Bronzebeard."
"Young man, would you like a drink
We dwarves have some great liquor!
After drinking it, I guarantee you’ll have more energy when forging iron!
If you are not good at that, drinking this will give you energy for the whole day, right? "
Master Bronzebeard enthusiastically promoted his liquor, but Jotterbrown acted embarrassed.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Master, but Joet Brown is allergic to alcohol..."
"Oh! That's a pity."
Master Bronzebeard took the wine bag in annoyance and put it back on his waist. Then he regained his vitality in the next second and waved his hand heroically.
"Come on, let's go in.
There is a small market today, you can take a look around."
"Oh? That's a coincidence. Maybe we can find some good stuff."
Arnold was delighted when he heard this and immediately chased after him.
“There are definitely good things, but you also have to look at the seller.
You have to keep a close eye on this young man, don't let him fall for those cunning tricks."
Master Bronzebeard placed the sledgehammer on his shoulder and walked quickly, giving a friendly reminder.
"With me here, it should be fine."
Arnold answered casually, a confidence in his own strength floating out.
"Of course, except for outsiders, who wouldn't give you Miskatonic some face
Old man Merlin is well-known for being protective of his own children.
Back then, that old man chased me underground for three months."
Master Bronzebeard sighed as he recalled the past.
"Oh? This is the first time I hear you talking about this.
Tell me about it.”
Arnold asked, tilting his head curiously.
"I just got drunk and beat up one of his students.
This old bastard chased me from the ground to the underground, and finally beat me up severely before he let it go.
Luckily, I, Old Bronzebeard, have thick skin and can take a beating, otherwise I would have broken several bones."
Master Bronzebeard waved his hands uncomfortably, but a blush appeared on his face.
Arnold and Joet Brown looked at each other. Master Bronzebeard was probably beaten badly by old man Merlin, but he said so because of the dwarves' face.
As the passage slowly came to the end, I could hear the sound of dripping water and noisy voices.
At the end of the passage, there were bright lights and crowds of people.