Alien world

Chapter 1779, Section 412: Serving a 600-pound Lesser Demon Who Had Been Locked in a Pigsty for Three Years Without a Bath and Was Covered in Filth
Between the layers, besides the spiral ramps that cling to the rock walls, there are also a network of walkways and cable cars. Most of them are not very sturdy, but they are all devils. Falling from a cliff tens or hundreds of meters high will only result in bruises and weeds. It's not easy to die...

As you proceed into the lower levels of the rat-man city-state, the spiral ramps become more orderly, the rat holes carved into the rock walls and the dilapidated huts now have doors, and there are even ditches specifically designed to guide sewage—huge rats lie along the ditches, acting as scavengers to prevent the lower levels from being flooded with excrement.

The murky mist rising from the bottom of the pit shrouded the deep pit like miasma, while the pale, fish-belly-white sky on the horizon shone in, giving the flowing mist a faint dark green hue.

This is nothing to demons either, and the ratmen are not afraid of even a little bit of fel energy contamination; they might even mutate into some kind of ability and rise from the bottom.

Annan didn't have high hopes for how the Macken ratmen would handle the bloody war, but he still overestimated their organizational abilities. When he arrived at the registration point the demon had told him about, located at the intersection of the third and fourth levels, the so-called "registration point" was nothing more than a gray rat priest registering the names and races of the participants, completely unconcerned about impersonation.

Annan also saw the demonic creatures that had been fighting outside the tavern last night. They had been imprisoned by the ratmen, their names registered, and were to be thrown into the first few rounds of the bloody battle as cannon fodder.

"Have you thought it through?" Annan asked Russ.

"By participating in the Bloodbath, I can get close to the Rat King, kill it, and complete the mission for the Queen and Lady Biros!"

It goes without saying that Russ came up with these reasons on the way.

"You killed the Rat King? I heard the Rat King was as big as a dragon."

"If body size represents everything, then there's no point in fighting; we can just compare height."

Annan didn't say anything more, and held out his hand: "Where's the model of Annan's thing?"

Ruth suddenly became alert and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well give yourself to me."

Ruth thought there was some truth to it—it wasn't that they would die, but rather that the models would be easily destroyed in battle.

“I’ll give it to you once it starts!” Ruth said.

After registering, Annan glanced down at the remaining ten floors, but still couldn't see the bottom.

Although the rat-man city-state was filthy and chaotic, it was indeed enormous. It was a pipe dream to find the gray-haired rat siblings by just wandering around in the pit. Annan should return to the giant bone tavern first.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance, Annan and Ruth saw the vampire connoisseur standing in front of the tavern waiting for them.

He couldn't wait to know the remaining two blood-grade techniques; he couldn't even wait a day.

"Then let's split up and act separately."

Just then, Ruth also needed to make some preparations for the bloody battle that would take place in a few days.

"Wait a moment."

Annan called out to her, and reached out his hand amidst the lustful demon's bloodshot eyes, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.

"Give me some money."

……

At the tavern counter, Annan told Viscount Sculla and the Four-Handed Bee Demon about the remaining two types of blood magic.

“How wondrous! There is such a wondrous blood-testing method…” Viscount Sculla exclaimed repeatedly, and couldn’t help but plead, “No more, no less, can you really not tell me who she is? I want to sing her name with my audience.”

“You know, for those big shots, empty fame doesn’t matter.”

Viscount Sculville thought it made sense and gave up asking.

"How long have you been doing this?" Annan asked curiously.

"Not even two years." "That long?"

Annan immediately realized that Viscount Sculla was a talented individual. Less than two years... roughly the time he brought the magical images to the Land of Eternal Night, he was already thinking of becoming a connoisseur and rating shops. It's only because the media at that time were magical images and newspapers that he was able to spread the message; otherwise, he would have become a big celebrity long ago.

Annan's interest in him grew: "Where have you been?"

"Not many. My friend Tokin suggested I go to some new and interesting places, so my first stop was the fish community in the southern swamps. There were taverns there, and they had a special fish blood... It was the worst experience ever. I only had a few sips, but I smelled fishy for three days."

Viscount Sculla revealed an expression that still made him nauseous: "To replace it with a succubus is like having to serve a 600-pound inferior demon that has been locked in a pigsty for three years without a bath and is covered in filth."

"Uh, no need to switch to a succubus..."

Annan seemed a little uncomfortable: "I have a small suggestion."

Viscount Sculla looked at him attentively, and Annan continued, "You shouldn't choose the exotic, but the popular."

"How's business at that fishman tavern you mentioned?"

"It went bankrupt not long after I left, supposedly smashed to pieces by a bunch of dwarves who were accusing them of blaspheming wine," Viscount Sculla said readily.

“That’s right. Take the Giant Beast Skull Tavern for example. It’s only been open for a few months. How long do you think it can last?”

knock knock --

The Four-Armed Bee Demon tapped the table rather awkwardly: "I'm still here."

Annan ignored it and continued, "In my opinion, you've gone down the wrong path."

"Since you're a connoisseur, why not aim to find better taverns for your audience?"

"To find better taverns for the audience..."

Viscount Sculla murmured to himself, not thinking that it would be interesting to film magical videos of interesting taverns he visited, and then he went and did it.

But Olme's words, no more and no less, seem even more interesting.

Viscount Sculville's blood rushed slightly: "Go on."

“I’ve said everything.” Annan spread his hands. “All you have to do is go around finding taverns that provide blood, rate and review them, then take the magical footage back, edit it, or make it into a magazine… You know what a magazine is, right?”

After Viscount Sculla said he was a loyal reader of The Connoisseur, Annan said, "Then you'll be a big celebrity in the vampire clan."

Viscount Scuvila was left dizzy by Annan's words. Of course, one could also say it was dizziness caused by rapid blood flow.

Annan didn't give Viscount Sculvera much time to think, blurting out his thoughts all at once: "And your scoring method, why not change it to a deduction system?"

"A point deduction system? Is there a difference?"

"Of course! Nobody knows more about ratings than me!"

Much later, on a melodious and breezy night, Viscount Scuvilla recalled that day and could still remember the radiance on Annan's face at that time.

"A ten-star system, where you divide these ten stars into different dimensions, such as taste, environment, service, etc. In short, it's not just about food, but quantifies it into a standard!"

The Four-Handed Bee Demon nodded thoughtfully. Annan continued, "Do you become a connoisseur for money, fame, or both?"

(End of this chapter)