"...Name?"
???
Huai Shi blinked in confusion, and then another raven chimed in, following like a straight man in a comedic routine, "Huai Shi!"
"Gender?" the raven asked skillfully again.
"Huai Shi!"
The intelligence of the second crow seemed not quite developed, only capable of repeating those two words.
Then, the first one asked again: "And your age?"
"Eighteen!"
Oddly enough, this question was answered with great fluency!
Huai Shi turned green with anger. Why didn't you answer the previous question seriously, damn it!
He waved his hand to stop their 'traditional abilities' from relaxing further.
Huai Shi began to doubt life.
What kind of calamity did I raise here?
They even start persecuting me… Poor Mama's heart is shattered!
He smoked numbly, starting to ponder a serious question: Maybe I should squeeze them all to death and remake them.
As if I never met these heartless bastards…
But in the midst of his contemplation, he saw that the flames on the crow before him began to change.
Like the colorful RGB light pollution sacred light from Lizard Man before, full of special effects, but somehow different.
It started as a hollow pale, then became the deep red of grudge, fiery red of anger, compassionate green, sorrowful black, sorrowful ash-gray… In the end, a sliver of golden sacred light emerged.
As the firelight changed, the source armament within Huai Shi's body seemed to be responding faintly to them.
Huai Shi thought for a moment, drew the Sword of Virtue, and lightly poked it at the foremost crow.
There was no expected clash of steel.
The Sword of Virtue, like a phantom, penetrated the crow's shell, and then the burning crows burst forth with sacred, magnificent light, as if to banish the long night, incomparably warm and pure.
In shock and amazement, Huai Shi finally discovered that their attributes and powers could change with the different source substances he infused, even fully blending and utilizing his source weapons' strength.
That is to say, before him now are nine Axe of Anger, nine Spear of Compassion, nine Hammer of Sorrow... and can casually mix them according to Huai Shi's commands, expanding their quantity as Huai Shi progresses.
They have already become extensions of Huai Shi's power and soul, literally, a Hell Swarm that belongs only to Huai Shi!
Just thinking about this made Huai Shi feel like Mama's heart was melting.
Is this what being a tool person is about? Love it, love it!
Just like this, he spent the night researching the crows' changes. The next afternoon, he received a call from Amber.
Ah, she changed her number.
Probably the original phone card got crushed too?
"It's arranged, tonight, the first round."
Amber's voice spoke flatly: "Be careful, his Chef Demon is a registered bartender. It's okay to lose, just don't get drunk and streak across the field."
The call ended.
Huai Shi stared at the number and smiled indulgently.
You Yingzhou people, always so tsundere, even reminders are awkward… Though she's a pesky sister, being a bit awkward is also cute.
But, just a mere bartender, Amber, what are you so worried about?
He pulled out his phone, opened the Group of Thousands of Evils, and started posting.
[Question: What's a bartender? Online waiting, quite urgent]
.
.
The first reply was calling the poster a fool.
The second reply was "You ask me, who do I ask?"
The third reply was offensive, cursing the fishing party and wishing bad luck to Astronomical Society's lackeys!
As expected, the Group of Thousands of Evils has zero decorum, Huai Shi thoroughly enjoys this place.
Without hesitation, Huai Shi began verbally jousting from the fourth floor, continuing until nearly breaking past the two-hundredth floor, finally someone posted a link to a news article.
E-grade news.
Detailed intelligence on bartenders.
Costing eight hundred, but contained only a few hundred words, finally giving Huai Shi a slight understanding of bartenders, though it didn't stop him from continuing verbal battles with the third-floor friend past the four-hundredth floor…
Today's Group of Thousands of Evils' level of banter has increased too. Congratulations, congratulations.
Simply put, a bartender is a specialized type of Chef Demon verified by the Chef Demon Competition Committee. Just as some Chef Demons excel in desserts, some prefer pasta, others enjoy cooking soup, etc.
A bartender is a Chef Demon specializing in mixing drinks.
While sounding like a tautology, the key point is—any Chef Demon achieving this title is undoubtedly the most directly combat-capable among its peers.
Typically, defeating an enemy with cooking is a pipe dream.
In serious encounters, who gives you enough time leisurely to cook and stew for two hours and sip peacefully?
By then, you would've died hundreds of times.
Of course, many Chef Demons are incredibly tough, not needing culinary skills to tackle foes. Like that Russian muscle-tattoo guy Vladimir in this Chef Demon showdown.
With such strength, anything under one punch turns to mud, not to mention many Chef Demons excel in other combat techniques.
Like the Beheading King of Jinling...