Chapter 1185 Can’t Afford It

Alvin really just gave it a try, he could feel that the eyes of this hellhound were the core of its power.

But it seems that it can only barely maintain the flame without harming those close to it, and it cannot completely control the flame on the body.

It was through such an ingenious attempt that the hell dog named "Captain" changed...

Bol watched as Alvin just casually touched the flaming hell dog's eyes, and then the hell dog seemed to advance...

That feeling is very subtle, but as a member of the royal family of hell, Bol believes that he will never be wrong...

The flames on the hellhound's body swelled for a few times like breathing, and then all retreated back into the red eyes.

The weak puppies who were originally unable to carry the power of fire seemed to be suddenly able to control those flames. This is an ability that only high-level demons can master...

Alvin curiously grabbed the "Captain" by the scruff of his neck and brought him in front of him to take a closer look, and found that rune patterns appeared in its eyes...

I was just thinking about trying to dig out the runes, but the clever "captain" waved his head and tail and asked for help...

Little Ginny rushed over "ferociously" and snatched the "Captain" from her father's hand, then happily held it to her cheek, rubbed it, and shouted to Alvin: "Dad, don't bully the 'Captain' , it will get angry, and it will be very powerful when it grows up..."

"Captain" may be because Alvin keeps staring at its eyes. This clever little thing closed the red eye and covered it with a fat paw, as if to tell Alvin, "I don't have it." My eyes are gone..."

Little Ginny seemed to have a spiritual connection with the "Captain". She took out her pirate blindfold from her backpack and clumsily put it on the "Captain".

A few minutes later, a one-eyed dog appeared in front of Alvin again...

Seeing the one-eyed dog arrogantly pushing away the companions who came to flatter him and monopolizing little Ginny's favor, Alvin looked at Bol and said, "What on earth is this?

How long have you been in hell? There’s no way there’s no information at all! "

Bol looked at the lively one-eyed dog and said with some uncertainty: "'Cerberus'? I'm not sure!

But Mephisto has a three-headed hell dog guarding the palace for him...

That hell dog is called 'Cerberus', and one of its heads can control fire.

But it is the top level demon beast among high-level ones!

You must know that in hell, if beasts want to reach a high level, they must possess power far beyond that of other intelligent races...

Surtur's fire-breathing dragon has only reached a high-level level..."

As he spoke, Boer recalled something and said: "It was once recorded that 'Cerberus' easily killed a group of fire dragons when he went out to forage, and then ate their dragon hearts and brains...

This hellhound...

No, it shouldn’t be possible. Cerberus has only given birth to a ‘Cerberus’ for tens of thousands of years, and that is a beast carefully cultivated by Mephisto…”

Alvin nodded after hearing this. No matter what "Captain" is, it is his own meat anyway. As long as he knows that there is nothing wrong with it, the rest will not matter...

"Then let's do this. I have to hurry up and go back, otherwise the longer I stay here, the greater your losses will be..."

As he spoke, Alvin picked up another crystal column filled with Cerberus embryos. He smiled and input his own energy to hatch them.

The gains from coming here this time are really not small. These self-hatched hellhounds have unexpected spirituality. Maybe they can be tamed without the need for special control whistles.

Think about it. In the future, there will be two hellhounds the size of horses lying at the door of your property. How much trouble will it reduce?

Those drunkards and those random guys will definitely become extremely sober when faced with the completely unreasonable Cerberus...

Maybe the rules of Hell's Kitchen can be changed in the future. When facing those who are looking for trouble, you can let the hell dogs take a bite first. If you are still alive, we will discuss the wheel...

Bol looked at Alvin's actions, he hesitated and said: "You really don't think about other beasts?

The class of Cerberus is really not in line with your status..."

Alvin glanced at Boll a little strangely. This guy gave him a good feeling, but he was a little too enthusiastic, which made Alvin a little uncomfortable!

Faced with his "unexpected" gains, Boll showed great courage. He was not reluctant to give up at all, but wished he could give away more.

Alvin didn't want to guess what he was planning, it would make him feel like a villain...

Waving his hand to stop Bol's enthusiasm, Alvin said with a smile: "That's enough. You have been to Earth and you should know that there shouldn't be overly powerful beasts there."

As he spoke, Alvin pointed to the red meat balls rolling on the ground and said with a smile: "They are good, at least I don't have the urge to chop them!"

Bol was thinking deeply about how to get Alvin to give him some of that pure soul energy. Those energies didn't seem precious to Alvin...

If Bohr's attentiveness was born out of fear at first, it is now driven by "desire"...

It's a pity that in the end Boll found that he really had nothing to impress Alvin...

The angel Xiela was regarded as a burden, and these hellhounds could only make little Ginny happy, but these things are everywhere in hell, and they are not surprising at all...

After a while, when the 10 hellhounds hatched, Alvin stood up with a smile, patted Bol on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We are going back. I will come to you next time if I need anything..."

Bol felt that with Alvin's tapping, a ray of soul energy that he had dreamed of entered his brain. Before he could thank Alvin for his help, two groups of strong flames rose up from a pair of corners on his head. …

The touch from inside the soul made Bol fall to the ground in pain, and the fire above his head began to slowly purify with the passage of time, from the first slightly mottled red to a light red with a cyan halo. …

Bol, who was unable to move or speak, watched as Alvin pulled little Ginny to the door of the hall, then greeted the six "transferred" lava demons and left through a space door...

Although his body had undergone tremendous changes, his mind was extremely clear. Bol looked gratefully at the position where the space door disappeared. He finally understood what he should do...

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When Alvin returned to Prison Island, six tall lava demons and 20 meatball-like hellhounds made the place crazy.

Even Alfred, who has seen the world, is helpless against those six lava demons...

Little Ginny used her stuttering "foreign language" to communicate with her guards, and then told Alfred that they wanted to eat meat and that they liked warm places...

Alfred, who had a steady temperament, looked at these new "guests" with some uncertainty. He urgently contacted the supplier and mobilized a large amount of fresh meat...

During dinner, Alvin sat at a dining table...

Little Ginny was sitting in the middle of a large group of hellhounds with a plate of fried steak. In front of these little things, there was a big bloody steak...

Six lava demons sat on the lawn outside the restaurant, burning the green lawn into large areas of withered yellow.

Their food was much rougher, with several roughly decomposed strong cattle placed in front of them.

These guys don't need any knives and forks. They stretch out their hands and tear up large chunks of fresh beef. Then they rub it on the flames flowing on their bodies. If they don't, they just put it into their mouths and chew it up to the bone. Swallow it.

The way these guys starved to death made Alvin feel a little sympathetic. It seemed that Bol's life was really ordinary, otherwise there would be no reason why his guards would be so greedy...

These guys had acted very professionally before. They seemed to walk, sit and lie down in the same mold. No matter what position little Ginny was in, at least one lava demon had his eyes on her...

Alvin looked at the bill in front of him with a headache, glanced at Alfred who was standing aside, and said helplessly: "Do you want this?

Do you need to buy such expensive beef to keep a few guards and dogs? "

As he spoke, Alvin pointed at the hellhounds tearing apart steaks greedily, and said: "Look at how they look, isn't it enough to be a little wet?

Feeding Grade A Selected Steaks to Dogs is a punishment from God! "

Alfred looked at Alvin with a strange expression and said, "They are guests from hell..."

Alvin slapped the bill on the table uncomfortably and said, "They are from heaven, and it is a death penalty to make me poor!"

As he spoke, Alvin suddenly realized that he seemed to be a rich man now. He glanced at Alfred with a slightly embarrassed expression, and said seriously: "The spirit of hard work and simplicity cannot be lost~

The people of Hell's Kitchen haven't had such a good steak, so why should these dogs?

Just get some food for your heart, liver, spleen and lungs! They are not picky eaters…”

Alfred rolled his eyes, took out a notebook, flipped through it, and then said: "Then I can contact several slaughterhouses and ask them to supply me with fresh offal and meat.

If you don’t have high requirements for meat, you shouldn’t need to spend too much money every day. "

As he spoke, Alfred glanced at the six lava demons on the lawn. He made a slight estimate and said, "If calculated based on three meals a day, these six, well, Mr. Demons would need to consume about 2-3 moles a day. Gus cow.

The current market price of each Angus cow is about 15,000 to 20,000 yuan..."

Alvin was shocked when he heard this. He waved his hand to interrupt Alfred's calculations. He couldn't listen anymore. These 6 big guys would eat at least about 50,000 yuan of food a day...

Is this okay? Alvin's savings from a few months ago was only enough for them to eat for two days...

"How do you sell the cow offal from those slaughterhouses? We can't afford beef, but offal is also very good..."

As he spoke, Alvin glanced irritably at the hellhounds running around on the ground. These little guys ate up several thousand of his own in a short time...

Faced with these money-eating machines, Alvin had no choice but to pick up the phone and contact the adoption agency. He had to send him away quickly, working hard and not sparing a moment...