Richard's hand flashed again with a blue light. The moonlight fell on his head, flew past the body of Blood Tooth, and then returned to the knife box. The blood Tooth rushed to stop and stood there for a whole second. His body suddenly became two pieces and fell to both sides.

The more the elf sword Moonlight goes to a place like a dark area, the more it highlights its value. Even in this place where rules are twisted, the two attributes of the moonlight never-destruction and the ultimate sharpness can still take effect. This is the foundation of the artifact.

In contrast, the Holy Sword only left the attribute that never was damaged. The sharpness has dropped to the level of ordinary weapons, and there is no other attribute, and the ruling is even more unbearable. All attributes have disappeared. Instead, there is an additional attribute of "easy to damage". Richard even suspected that he was fighting against the short swords in the hands of the people in the town. It is inevitable that the ruling will be the ruling.

This is easy to understand. After all, the verdict is the genius of Eternity and the Dragon of Time. In a dark place where eternity and the Dragon of Time, it is normal for the verdict to be subject to additional suppression.

But in comparison, the moonlight is becoming more and more difficult to understand, especially when Ge Dun gets the moonlight, it is probably not as easy as he said.

After the strong man and blood teeth fell down, the tavern was even more silent. No one dared to move anymore. Everyone was staring at Richard's knife box, but now they had no greed in their eyes, and all the rest was fear.

Richard was able to use his sword and easily return the sword to the box, which shows that he had far surpassed them in the control of rules. With the terrifying attributes of moonlight, Richard would probably not take a minute to kill all the people in the entire tavern.

No matter how good things are, they have to be destined to get them. When they arrive in places like dark areas, these powerful men who were originally fearless of death became greedy and afraid of death. Perhaps they survived unexpectedly, and had wiped out most of their courage to die.

Richard sat quietly, and in the void that everyone could not see, two light spots were floating out of the strong man and bloody teeth, flying into Richard's body, and attached to the three tetrahedrons.

These two souls are unexpectedly powerful, and it seems that they can not only get a lot of information about the rules from them, but they may also develop two new fifth-level constructions based on this.

However, it is not the time to study these things. Richard sealed his two souls in three tetrahedrons, waiting for the next changes.

The woman walked out of the kitchen at this time. She was holding a large wooden bucket and a rag that was so black that it made people vomit. She walked to the blood-toothed body and threw all the internal organs scattered all over the floor into the barrel. Then she wiped the blood on the ground with a rag. When the rag was soaked, she would twist the blood into the barrel, and then wipe the blood with the wrung rag.

The woman sighed while working: "It's such a waste. With so much blood, you can cook a pot of good soup. Oh, boy, be careful when killing people in the future, just stab a small hole. Don't use beheadings and dismemberment of corpses at any time. You're happy to kill, but we've lost several meals."

Richard was shocked by her scolding, especially after seeing the rag, he was even more afraid to drink the bowl of soup on the table.

The woman looked at the people standing like statues in the tavern and shouted: "Do whatever you should do, you, and you, help me clean up the meat. The old rules are a spoonful of soup for each person."

The pub immediately recovered from his anger. The few people who were pointed at by the woman happily carried the strong man's body and sent it to the kitchen. They did not even let go of the two broken hands and feet. The two people who were cut off by Richard shrank into the corner of the pub. What was strange was that their wounds were no longer bleeding and they looked like they did not hurt.

The woman looked up at Richard and said, "Old Barr did not read you wrongly, but he still underestimated your power. There is another thing, don't kill people anymore. In our small town, there is almost the limit. If there are fewer people, you may not be able to maintain order. Light curtains will be lost, and we will all die at that time."

"If they didn't want to eat me, I wouldn't have killed them." Richard replied calmly.

"It would be nice if you don't eat them now. How could anyone dare to mess with you again? By the way, your bowl of soup is pretty clean, at least there is no human flesh in it. You'd better drink it. There is no room for picking up here. Many newcomers were like you at the beginning, but later they didn't eat everything."

Richard nodded, picked up the soup bowl, took a sip, then put it down and savored it carefully.

This is a very ordinary bowl of broth, not to mention any taste, but as soon as this soup enters the stomach, it immediately turns into thin streams of pure energy, and Richard's physical strength and magic power also increase accordingly. Richard drank another sip of wine. This wine looks like beer, but in fact the wine is extremely strong and bitter and astringent. However, like broth, this wine will turn into energy when it enters the stomach, and then converts it into physical strength and magic.

Richard's expression suddenly became strange. He didn't expect that eating and drinking could increase his physical strength and magic. It seemed that this tavern was not simple, and this woman was not simple. In the dark area, perhaps this was the only way to increase his physical strength and magic.

After careful experience, Richard found that what he had eaten and drunk was not completely converted into energy, but two-thirds of the residue remained in his abdomen, and the transformed physical strength and magic power were also slowly lost. Although the loss rate was very slow, Richard expected it to take ten days to completely lose it, but this was not a long-term solution.

Richard immediately analyzed the loss of physical strength and magic power, and found that this was still a phenomenon under the distorted rules. Only when his control over the distorted rules reached a considerable level, he had to control at least more than half of the sixteen rules can he avoid the loss of physical strength and magic power.

In this way, Richard knew why almost no one in the town had reserves of fighting spirit or magic. They were obviously far less control over the rules than Richard, so the loss would be faster than Richard. They gathered in the tavern to eat and drink, not for recovery, but for the need to maintain survival.

Just as Richard closed his eyes and thought, someone in the tavern whispered: "How could Norland come out with such a powerful guy?"

"Worry, you've been here for too long. I heard that recently Norland has produced several amazing big names. You know, my news is new in less than a hundred years."

"Nonsense, you have been here for more than three hundred years."

"How is that possible? I was still exploring the void a hundred years ago. You are so confused."

Richard finally understood that the issue of time involved was the core of the quarrel between the crowd. He now realized that his feelings about the passage of time were particularly clear, which may be related to the time rules he accidentally came into contact with when he woke up.

Richard no longer paid attention to what the people in the tavern said, but focused on drinking all the wine, eating the food, and leaving the woman with a very clean wine glass and empty bowl.

Many people in the tavern sighed disappointed. There was only a small glass of wine in front of most of them, which might not be enough for a sip. Only a few people could put a little broth, which was a spoonful of portions, and it was so clear that you could see the bottom of the bowl.

Richard was full and drunk. Although most of the food and wine were not fully absorbed, he also replenished half of his physical strength and magic power, which surprised Richard. If he had completely controlled the twisted rules of the dark area, wouldn't it mean that this meal would fill him with magic power?

Richard smiled bitterly. No matter which plane it is in, it is almost impossible to completely control the rules. Even in Faro, Richard defeated the Reaper and saved hundreds of millions of souls before he slowly controlled the rules of the entire plane. The memories and experiences of hundreds of millions of souls are equivalent to part of the rules.

It would be even more difficult to control distorted rules in places like dark areas. If Richard had not had the deep control of space and began to engage in time, thus establishing a stable and accurate coordinate system and anchor point, he would not have been able to achieve such a high-speed analysis speed.

Richard asked the woman who was still busy back and forth: "Where is Old Barr."

"He went out to hunt, and it will probably take two days to come back. You can come and have a look in two days." said the woman.

"Hunting, there are prey on this wasteland."

"Of course there are those void beasts that are sometimes unlucky and are teleported here. Sometimes they are lucky and can meet one or two. Of course, most of the time he comes back empty-handed."

Richard asked again: "Who else can go out to hunt?"

The woman glanced at Richard and said, "Old Barr is the only one here who can hunt outside the light curtain. No one else can do it, but maybe you can do it later, but now you don't have enough experience."

"Then I'll come back in two days."

After leaving the tavern, Richard returned directly to his hut. After returning to the hut, Richard's first thing was to study the two souls he had just redeemed.

These two souls are powerful and have reached the level of legendary power. They contain a lot of rule information, but their memories are completely distorted and blurred. Richard cannot interpret anything at all. They are completely messy and meaningless pictures.

Richard knew at this point that these people who had lived in dark areas for a long time had already lost their memories. They did not know where they came from, what they had done, and even began to forget who they were. Over time, people would naturally return to the primitive and live a life with only instinct.
Chapter completed!