Zhao Wugui led Pickerman to run hundreds of meters and returned to the castle gate. At this time, the butler seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. Zhao Wugui turned over and dismounted: "Have you all the distinguished guests come? I am quite looking forward to this banquet."

"Don't worry, the guests have arrived. Master, do you want to say a few words?" The butler glanced at Pickerman, whose body was covered by a robe, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

"No need, take Mr. Pickerman down to prepare. I'll go to the kitchen and thank Mr. Lecter for his venison. The banquet will start directly as soon as the time comes, and there is no need to wait for me." Zhao Wugui said meaningfully, then pointed to a servant and asked him to take him to the kitchen.

"Follow your instructions, sir."

The servant took Zhao Wugui and turned left and right to the kitchen. Zhao Wugui waved his hand and asked the servant to go down to do his own business. Then Zhao Wugui pushed open the kitchen door and walked in alone.

Zhao Wugui's first impression of the kitchen is bright, clean and tidy.

A dark-skinned man was wearing a decent clothes and an apron, and was gracefully dealing with his lungs.

Qu looked quietly at the man's skillful technique and finished the lungs and started cooking. In just ten minutes, a strange fragrance floated out of the pot. Zhao Wugui couldn't help but waved with his hand in disgust, trying to dispel the strange fragrance.

The man seemed to have noticed Zhao Wugui, raised his head and smiled at Zhao Wugui, and then worked hard on the next dish.

As time passed, the sky gradually became darker, and delicious dishes were brought to the banquet hall by the servants. At this time, the dark-skinned man was carefully washing his hands with a basin of water.

"Earl Steven Gray Pickerman, you've been looking at it for an afternoon. Is there anything wrong?" The man wiped his hands with a clean towel, then raised his head and asked.

"It's nothing, but I think the name Hannibal Lecter is somewhat inconsistent with your skin color. I think this Mr. Hannibal Lecter should be a white man." Zhao Wugui said very much.

Lecter raised his eyebrows, pulled out a cigarette from his decent clothes, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit it with a click: "Do you want one?"

"Mr. Lecter, don't you think it was a bit inconsistent to smoke with a lighter in the Middle Ages?" Zhao Wugui moved a stool and sat down, took a cucumber and ate it directly.

Lecter put the lighter back into his pocket, took a sniffle of cigarettes and vomited it out, turning the entire kitchen into clouds and smoke: "Mr. Earl will not go to see the banquet."

Zhao Wugui was also happy about Lecter's answer to the question: "It's the same for everyone to hold a banquet. Why not first welcome me to my new tricks."

"The Count is so interested. I wonder if I am interested in hang out with me." Lecter thought Zhao Wugui's words were very interesting.

"No, you don't fit my aesthetic view, and you let the dog bite me at noon." Zhao Wugui hated Erwuzai.

"Then which kind do you like?" Lecter felt a chance.

"Mr. Lecter, your point is wrong. The aesthetic view can be changed, but letting the dog bite me is the key." Zhao Wugui pointed out the key point in his words.

Lecter put down the cigarette that had not been finished, put his hands into the angle of time and space for a while, and then he lifted out of it a blurred body, covered with dimensional creatures like green pus.

"Is this one?" asked Lecter.

Zhao Wugui looked at it for a moment and shook his head: "They all look the same, how do I know which one they are?"

Lecter reached into the angle of time and space for a while and groped out, took out three long arrows and a standard hunting crossbow, and threw it on the ground.

"It seems this one." Zhao Wugui nodded and looked at the Tindaros Hound who was lying on the ground and sobbing helplessly.

"How about it."

Zhao Wugui was silent for a moment: "I thought it seriously for a second just now, and I feel that it is very risky to be with you. I don't want you to be taken out and sent to someone like this dog in the future."

Lecter smiled, smiling gracefully: "You're funny."

"Thank you for your praise. It's better to wait for the banquet to go our own way." Zhao Wugui suggested.

"I was very moved by this proposal, but unfortunately, you took Pickerman away, which made it difficult for me to deal with it." Lecter said very regretfully.

"That's a pity." Zhao Wugui answered very perfunctorily, not at all panic.

"It's better to do something for me. Whether it's done or not, it's over." Lecter wiped the green pus in his hand on the towel and picked up the cigarette that had not yet been finished.

"Let me tell you, I won't do anything that is not good."

Lecter took out a curly hair from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Wugui, who took it with him.

【Hair of unknown creatures】

Grade: Normal

Category: Disposable props

Function: The next copy will be mandatory after use

"I want you to take this creature away, and you can kill it." Lecter said to Zhao Wugui who put his hair into the ten-grid backpack. He knew that Zhao Wugui had taken it.

"What about that benefit."

"If you can take that creature away, it's the greatest benefit." Lecter sucked the cigarette in his hand in one breath, and then said slowly.

"Will you make arrangements?" Zhao Wugui asked.

“I will arrange it.”

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment, and then the kitchen door was pushed open, one leaned forward, the skin was glued, the feet were like hooves, the face was like a dog, the terrifying hook claws, and the body was covered with fungi and humanoid creatures pushed the door and entered.

"How is the banquet, Mr. Pickerman." Zhao Wugui asked.

"Very good, sir, this is very unforgettable to me." Pickerman looked at Zhao Wugui with his scarlet eyes full of maliciousness, and occasionally wiped the blood stains on the fungus, and said in a crying voice.

"Yes, I'm very happy that this banquet will satisfy you. I thought the food would not be enough." Zhao Wugui said casually.

"It's not enough, but it's more than enough for Mr. Lecter. It's worth mentioning that Mr. Lecter, your craftsmanship is great. I don't know if you can give me some advice." Pickerman looked at Lecter with scarlet eyes.

Lecter shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Pickerman, this is a unique craft."

"That's a pity." Pickerman felt very regretful.

"Okay, since the banquet is over, we should leave too." Zhao Wugui interrupted what Pickerman wanted to say.

"My mission has been completed, and it's time for me to leave." Lecter took off his apron.

"There is a pleasant cooperation, Mr. Messenger." Zhao Wugui finished speaking, and together with Pickerman, he turned into white light and left.

Looking at Zhao Wugui and Pickerman leaving, Lecter also walked out of the kitchen, looked at the bones all over the courtyard, and whispered: "Happy cooperation, the Fourth Scourge."

Pickerman: From Lovecraft's "Pickman's Model" through the protagonist's mouth, he tells the story of a painter who paints ghouls.

The copy of the stranger: From Lovecraft's short story "The stranger", it tells the story of a man who had just woken up and didn't know he had become a ghoul and accidentally entered a banquet and discovered his identity through a mirror. As for the people attending the banquet in the original work, they probably went crazy.

Hannibal Lecter: The famous ogre.
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