A lot of monster corpses
Specimen is also OK
Is it 'Night Watch'
'Corpse carrier'
still…
'doctor'
Sir Beta couldn't help but subconsciously speculate about the two weird conditions. Then, the old knight, who was not well-informed, suddenly thought of the special consultant hired by the police station recently.
Coupled with the existence of Tanier.
Almost instantly, the old knight confirmed Jason's identity.
"'Night Watch'?"
"Which stubborn, stubborn old guy's apprentice?"
"Elotte? Alder? Kirk? Or..."
"Dan?!"
When the old jazz thought of the 'Night Watchmen' in his memory, his temples could not help but swell and ache.
It's not that these 'Night Watch' are villains.
On the contrary, each of these 'night watchmen' can be called a principled good man.
but,
those principles.
It is doomed that they will not be liked by any high-level.
I don't know what to do.
Be opinionated.
This is what everyone in the know has to say about 'The Night's Watch'.
Can,
It is also because of this.
They are worthy of trust.
Informed commoners call them heroes who linger in the dark.
And him
I prefer to call these stubborn guys under the dark night...
knight!
call.
The old jazz took a deep breath and looked at Jason softly.
"I see."
"You go back to your room first."
"I'll have Eric send the compensation later."
After finishing speaking, the old jazz nodded to Jason again, and then walked towards the underground hall.
Jason stared at the back of the old jazz.
Just now, the change in the other party's expression did not hide from Jason, who had a keen sense.
"You guessed my identity, so..."
"Become trusting?"
"Is it because of the Night's Watch?"
Jason thought silently.
Jason was not surprised that his identity was guessed.
It would be impossible to hold such a 'mysterious gathering' in Lord City if it were not for powerful and well-informed people.
And on this basis, it is even easier to know Tanier's identity.
Tanier's character is doomed that the seemingly good 'disguise' is for nothing.
Taking Tanier's identity as a guess, his identity is naturally clear at a glance.
However, what caught Jason's attention even more was...
Advancement of 'Night Watchman'.
It seems that everyone knows it, but he, the 'night watchman', doesn't know it.
"What will be the advancement of 'Night Watchman'?"
With such thoughts in mind, Jason returned to the room he had just used with his loot in hand.
The fire has not been completely extinguished.
After adding some charcoal, pour water into the iron pot again.
Jason waited quietly for the arrival of 'food'.
However, while waiting, his gaze was always unconsciously attracted by the 'fragrance' of the weapon.
The loot is divided into two piles.
A pile of guns, swords, etc. that have no taste.
The other stack contains two swords with the smell of food.
A dagger, a long sword.
Obviously, it is extremely difficult to integrate certain characteristics of food into weapons.
Jason couldn't help but picked up the dagger.
This dagger has a sharpness and... coldness that ordinary daggers don't have.
He clearly remembered the feeling that his whole body was about to freeze when the dagger passed his throat.
Magic weapon!
There is no doubt about this.
"that is… "
"I don't know, how does it taste?"
"Let me lick it, it should be fine, right?"
After such thoughts surged in his heart, by the time Jason came back to his senses, his tongue had already licked the spine of the dagger.
Ice cold.
A little sweet.
like…
Old popsicles.
Unable to bear it, Jason just sucked hard.
Immediately, the icy sweet taste filled his mouth, and Jason, who was already tired after the battle, instantly lifted his spirits.
But the dagger in his hand seemed to have lost the most important support plate, and began to become rusty and rotten.
[Swallow some Ascent (Patroller) (Essence)!]
[Physical strength and energy are greatly restored!]
[Satiety degree +5!]
[Saturation: 8]
…
The words in front of him gave Jason endless motivation. He picked up the long sword, stuck out his tongue, and licked it.
Ma Ma.
spicy.
And a unique scent…
Spicy strips!
He couldn't help but wanted to take a bite. Fortunately, the last bit of reason told Jason that if he didn't want to be a 'cleft man', he should never do it.
But when eating spicy strips, it is really uncomfortable to only suck but not chew.
"I need a body like steel!"
"At least… "
"My lips, teeth, tongue, the whole mouth is harder than steel!"
Involuntarily, Jason had this thought in his heart
[Swallow some Kilgarde (Networker) (Essence)!]
[Physical strength and energy are greatly restored!]
[Satiety degree +8!]
[Saturation: 16]
…
When the smell disappeared, the long sword rotted with it.
Jason was completely relieved by the increased hunger.
Although the battle just now was not long, he suffered 6 fatal injuries.
Especially the first few times, it was the real thing.
That taste is definitely not good.
But no matter how uncomfortable it is...
It's better than death, right
Jason was already satisfied if he survived.
So those pains are bearable.
Of course, Jason was still wary.
Because, he couldn't confirm that those people just now were all the people who coveted the 'Helke Potion'.
Who can guarantee that there will not be one or two guys hiding in the dark
And such a guy is really difficult to deal with.
Therefore, more satiety is a must.
The next moment, Jason put it and the dagger together, and then began to carefully inspect the weapons without fragrance.
He expects to find out what 'food' is hidden in it.
Unfortunately, no.
They are some of the excellent qualities among ordinary weapons.
Even, it was not as easy to use as the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand.
In fact, after the battle just now, this machete has become Jason's melee weapon. After being wiped carefully, Jason hung it on the side of his waist.
More weapons appeared on his body, making it somewhat inconvenient for Jason to move.
"I need a weapon belt."
"Ability to carry MF92's under both armpits and the 'Winchester Brothers', UZ submachine guns on the back."
"On both sides of the waist, you need to be able to flexibly fix the medicine bag and the wide-bladed short-handled machete."
Jason sketched out a rough design in his mind.
It's not complicated.
But still need a skilled craftsman, tailor-made.
Jason immediately thought of Tanier.
The other party should obviously know some such people.
Just as Jason was thinking, an unprecedented strong fragrance appeared in his nose.
Unable to bear it, Jason looked in the direction of the door.
Already he heard the footsteps of the old jazz servant and the squeaking of the wheels.
Step, step.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of footsteps and the sound of wheels intermingled with each other.
But just when such a voice was about to reach the door, it disappeared in an instant.
only left,
Low choking, sobbing.
And this voice,
from…
he,
behind.