Broad World

A few hours later, Allen finally managed to put the books scattered on the ground back on the bookshelf, but did not do anything about tidying up. Because he has exhausted all his strength now, sitting on the ground sweating and panting desperately, his muscles are sore, and he doesn't even want to move a finger.

Apparently the quassemo knew this too, so he just cursed a few words before leaving to get his food. Although it threatened fiercely, it didn't dare to refuse food. Because under such a high-intensity labor, if there is not enough nutrition, it is easy to have accidents, such as sudden death.

If this kind of thing really happened, Chasma would not hesitate to skin it, and then pull out the soul to torture it for hundreds of years. As a demon who thinks he is very smart, how could he make such a mistake, so torture is torture, and food should be given back.

As soon as Quassemo was out of sight, Allen got up and rushed into the warehouse next door to pry open a barrel of wine. Brewed with spore plants unique to the Underdark, the alcohol content is as high as those famous spirits on the surface. He quickly cast a zero-level magic "alcohol extraction" to extract a large amount of ethanol from it. Allen quickly buckled a small bottle on it and started collecting. After a while, some small water droplets appeared at the bottom of the bottle. In order to ensure that the plan was foolproof, I collected a small bottle before stopping. After he put everything back in place. Quickly return to the original room and lie on the ground to continue playing dead.

That little bottle of something is nothing else. It is the ether that can make people fall into a coma quickly. This easy distillation method comes from a book. There is no doubt that Henry transcribed some knowledge about geochemistry. The boy had read it as a child and decided to use the volatile liquid to bring down the demon that had been staring at him.

A real mage is good at using all the people and objects around him to accomplish his goals. Maybe Allen himself didn't realize that his mind was becoming more and more mature in this difficult environment, becoming more and more like a real spellcaster. Trying to figure out other people's minds, controlling one's emotions, and enduring physical pain, all of these are far beyond those of their peers, and many adults are willing to bow down. Allen has been receiving elite elite education since he was five years old, and at the same time he can go to the library management to borrow a large number of books at will, so he has a lot of knowledge and understanding, and he can quickly understand what to do in adversity Do what's best for you.

Just as he was lying on the ground thinking about what to do next. The quassemo came in with a bowl of food. Just like last time, it poured the meat and soup in the bowl on the ground and said with a wild laugh: "Eat it! A slacker like you who hasn't finished his work deserves to lie on the ground to eat! Hahahahahaha!"

But this set of insults had no effect on Allen. The little face was completely expressionless, just squatting down and silently picking up the pieces of meat. He has now made up his mind to kill the demon in front of him, and there is no need to be angry with the guy who is about to die.

But Quasaimo obviously didn't think so. It felt that the little boy in front of him had succumbed, and his ugly face was covered with a smug smile: "Very good! It seems that you already have the consciousness of being a slave, keep it well, maybe I will allocate less to you in the future." A little work."  …