The Devil's Escape Diary

"I didn't plan to do that." Hughes shook his head: "Anyway, you have taught me a lot of magic. I am considered half a teacher. What my brother wants to do to me, I naturally have a way to find out, you just A human being is destined to not know much. So you are not worth much. I am here to see you off."

"Thank you, my lord." Babbitt hummed, "Do it."

The Night Kill spear appeared in his hand, and he said with emotion: "If you don't go in a hurry, you won't die so fast. Alas, let's be a master or apprentice. Do you have any wish? Before I die, I can do it. Satisfy you, like...what do you want to eat?"

"Eat?" Feeling death is approaching, Babbitt's eyes are already full of gloom: "You don't have any demons what you want to eat."

"Go ahead, what if I have a way?"

"Live dove." Babbitt whispered, as if he was relieved of this thing in return: "I really miss the taste of live dove."

"This..." Hughes turned his head and looked at the wall.

Anna and Glu froze for a moment, but didn't understand what they meant.

But Barbara was clever: "This person is crazy, how do you like this thing? The northern part of your kingdom has such dark dishes!"

Hughes turned his head.

Seeing this movement of Hughes, Anna's eyes lit up suddenly: "Hughes is a idiot! This Babbitt is a northern magician!"

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: Routine

"Live dove." Hughes pretended to have no information and shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't sound like the name of a delicacy. I'll ask someone to find it."

"Don't bother." Babbitt shook his head: "Magic doesn't have this kind of thing, even if it does, it doesn't have that kind of spice and taste."

"Yes." Hughes nodded, "Well, why don't you get some delicacies from the magic capital, and let you have a road meal."

"On the road?" Babbitt heard this term for the first time.

"The rules of the Demon Race, the death row will give him a good meal the night before the execution, which is the last respect for life."

"Heh." Babbitt smiled: "False kindness."

"That's also kind." Hughes said indifferently: "Are there any precautions? If not, I'll give you a little bit of all tastes."

Babbitt looked at Seuss, a little confused about what this guy was going to do.

But there is one thing that Babbitt is still very gratified. That is that Hughes's focus is entirely on the prince. As long as their purpose is not revealed, this is the best news for his current situation.

Moreover, as soon as Hughes came in, he said that he was going to die, but Babbitt was relieved.

To die is better than tortured.

"Since your Royal Highness has the heart, then go and prepare." Babbitt also knew that the time of death was approaching, and said indifferently: "Just don't be sour. I can't eat sour."

"Okay, is there any favorite flavor?" Hughes asked, "Try to satisfy you."

"The taste is heavier." Babbitt grinned. "I have a heavier taste."

"Yes, wait a minute." Seuss said and left the interrogation room and walked outside. Husse told Poros: "Prepare something delicious and follow the guy's request."

Poros was a little confused: "His Royal Highness, what kind of interrogation routine are you? You still want to use food to influence this guy to fail?"

"Multiple clues for positioning." Hughes waved his hand: "Go and prepare."

With that, Hughes looked at Anna and Gru: "Which people in your kingdom have more serious tastes and don't like to eat sour?"

"This range is too big?" Anna said with a wry smile: "And the taste varies from person to person. Your Majesty, your wide range is really hard to find."

"The clues were drawn out one by one." Hughes replied: "He is a high-level magician, and his standard of living is not too bad, and I am a prince, and the magic capital is not lacking in seasoning. He specially emphasized the taste. Because he himself knows that even a good life can hardly satisfy his taste. This is an important clue."

"I don't know if you don't like sour." Glu said to the side: "But I heard in the tavern that there is a mountainous area in the northern part of the empire that produces spices, so the locals do not lack spices to taste, which makes the taste of food stronger than other places. a little."

"Where is the magician?" asked Seuss.

Gru shook his head: "It is rich in merchants. But your Majesty is correct. He should be a person with status. Not everyone can afford to live dove."

"I don't understand a little bit." Barbara was confused on the side: "What's so delicious about that crappy thing."

Her focus is all on this.

Hugh did not explain, and after a while, Poros had already prepared a table of dishes.

"Remember to say something when you think about it later." Hughes brought the crystal again, and brought a table of dishes into the cell.

Babbitt was put down from the shelf that bound him, but there were no few chains on him.

"Just prepared this." Hughes sat down opposite him: "Eat."

But Babbitt did not move.

"Don't worry." Hughes saw his doubts, and said: "I can stab you to death with one shot, so why bother to poison the things I prepared for you?"

With that said, Hughes picked up a fork and put a piece of roasted meat in his mouth. Just after chewing, he immediately spit it out: "Oh, it's so salty?"

It may be that Seuss’s words make sense, or he may have seen Seuss leading by example. Babbitt also sat down opposite Seuss and picked up a piece of roast meat and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of the blood on his hands.

This guy is delicious.

"You can bear it." Seuss looked at Babbitt incredulously: "Are you magicians so rich?"

"The poor can't be your Royal Highness a magician." Babbitt said triumphantly.

"Yes." Hughes poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip and asked: "Speaking of which, after I found you, I thought you had any accomplices. As a result, when I let you run, I was so determined that no one would answer. Look like."

Babbitt sent it in his heart.

Hughes continued: "What? Someone at home is waiting for you to go back?"

"Family?" Babbitt mentioned these two words. He stretched out and took the red wine. Instead of pouring the glass, he drank it without image, "No family."

"No." Hughes seemed to chatter: "Aren't all magicians come from a big family? You are a high-level, you said you don't have a wife, I still believe it, how is it possible without a family?"

Babbitt glanced at Seuss, and asked, "With care, I am a high-level magician who is full to support your demon's territory?"

Hughes was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "That's a reasonable point."

Then he turned around: "Speaking of which, I still envy you."

"Stop it." Babbitt said immediately, "Your Highness, your emotional card is useless to me."

"I'm serious." Hughes said sincerely, "Although you who have no family members are lonely, you don't feel heartache. And me? As a royal family, there are many dangers, and the saddest thing is my greatest danger. They are often their relatives."