Justin Kerney suddenly raised his head and looked out the window with a solemn expression.
A strange light red brilliance flowed in his pupils, and a pattern resembling a crosshair was reflected in his pupils.
"What's up, Justin."
Viscount Barber raised his head and made a low and hoarse voice: "Has the winner been decided?"
After a while, Justin came back to his senses and nodded to the old Viscount.
"Yes, my lord."
He said in a deep voice, "Gerald is dead. And those two people were basically uninjured."
"Oh, unfortunately."
Viscount Barbour nodded as if nothing had happened, and hummed lightly: "Then keep watching."
Then he lowered his head and continued to chew his food slowly as if he didn't care.
He was hunched over, with a protruding spine that could be seen on his thin body, his arms and thighs were as thin as a skeleton, and the skin hung loosely on the bones. In the sunken eye sockets, the eyes are cloudy and emotionless.
He tore off a piece of pigeon meat, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed slowly.
Despite his advanced age, Viscount Barber had always refused to eat bland food. He would rather inlay seven or eight dentures on himself than give up eating meat.
On the plate in front of him was a roasted squab, a foie gras with applesauce, lobster stewed with cream, tomatoes and basil leaves, and a plate of grilled shellfish.
Given Viscount Barber's age, this was undoubtedly a very risky diet. Even if his age is reduced by twenty years, this meal may be life-threatening.
But he has maintained this eating habit for more than thirty years.
In the past, there were often young priests who had just come to Roseburg and saw this posture when they were eating with him, and wanted to stop him. But Viscount Barber completely dismissed these so-called healthy eating suggestions and never heard a single one.
He was only in his fifties that year.
And now, he will soon be ninety years old.
—The priests who had advised him to maintain a healthy diet, after all, did not get through him.
Now, Justin is also roughly used to the old man's eccentric character.
If someone directly refuted his opinion, as long as the opinion put forward had some truth, Viscount Barber would usually not be angry.
But if the viscount didn't ask questions, and others started to talk endlessly and self-serving... he would be very annoyed.
As long as he didn't ask, he didn't bother to say.
He ate at the same table as the Viscount, but at a great distance from the Viscount.
This is not because of keeping a distance from the viscount, or for maintaining status or etiquette.
Just because, "I can't open it".
Yes, I can't get rid of it.
Unlike the delicate food in front of the Viscount, the food in front of Justin looked very rough. It can even be said that he almost put the pot directly in front of his eyes.
But correspondingly, the amount of food in front of Justin was extremely exaggerated—several plates with a diameter of half a meter were filled with all kinds of sausages, boiled meat, and barbecue piled up as high as a hill. Thick sauce. Ordinary people can't finish half of it even if they eat it for three days and three nights.
Not a piece of food, not a bite of rice.
Only honey syrup for drinking.
On the whole, it is undoubtedly boring to a scary level.
But for Justin, it's a necessary "ritual."
Every time he thought he might be about to face a battle, he would apply to the Viscount for a weirdly sumptuous meat dinner.
This is related to his spell content:
The curse he holds is called [Overload Hunger].
[No matter how much food is stored in the belly, as long as you are injured once, you will definitely fall into a state of extreme hunger in an hour; at the same time, if you have not eaten raw vegetables in the past three days, you can get a temporary ritual: overload hunger]
[Overload hunger: You can "overload" up to seven days' worth of food in advance, and no matter how much food you eat, it will not affect your agility. For every "overload" energy stored for one day, you can get twice the extra physical recovery speed]
This is a pretty powerful spell.
If the maximum amount is overloaded, then Justin can get a steady stream of physical recovery within an hour of entering the battle. No matter how fierce the battle is, it will not make him feel tired.
Therefore, he fights with a hammer and an axe. After being overloaded, he can even run at full speed for an hour, or swing a weapon at full strength for an hour without tires.
…but it’s also a fairly expensive ability.
That means Justin can't eat lettuce even once.
Otherwise, every time you want to use your own curse, you have to wait for three days. And if Justin really wants to go all out, he has to eat enough food for him to digest for more than 160 hours.
Among those foods that are not easy to digest, meat is the easiest to swallow and the least easy to eat lettuce.
But Justin didn't tell Viscount Barber that he could actually eat other foods... So far, the Viscount only thought that his curse needs to be triggered by eating meat.
After all, Justin did not give his life to the Viscount.
The relationship between them is just a long-term employment relationship, so naturally they will not tell the Viscount the details of their curse. Knowing the spells of others is often equivalent to mastering the life and death of others.
The dinner that Justin requested from the Viscount, while demanding a lot, also had a lot of weird details. The purpose is to distract the viscount's attention and mislead his thinking direction.
For an experienced hunter, hiding his true curse content in many weird daily behaviors can effectively increase the chance of survival.
After all, their profession is relatively hated...
He ate for a while, then suddenly paused.
He sensed it—the two Bronze-rank Transcendents separated.
This information must be reported to the Viscount in time.
So Justin said immediately: "The two of them separated. One continued to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, and the other came here."
"good."
Alvin Barber narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "It seems that you are not needed tonight."
"You look confident."
"Yes, because I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Viscount Barbour said with a smile: "Actually, I left two people there.
"If Gerald wins, the person who greets him is the tax officer Mr. Notterdamm... He can tell Gerald directly how much I can offer him. I can't say that, but Noterdam is just an ordinary person, he doesn't know Gerald's identity, he can say it.
"And if Don Juan wins in the end, it will be Deputy Police Chief Ferdinand who will go to greet him, in order to imply to him that the security forces of Roseburg are completely controlled by me. That is to say, those few times The attack was indeed my idea ... but he couldn't get me to talk about it because the whole police station was mine."
Viscount Barber said calmly: "Don Juan Geraint is a rather weak person, just like his father, he is so clever but inexperienced—he thought that he would be able to catch him when he came to Roseburg by himself. Find out what I said, and find evidence of my illegal purchase and hiding of black fire.
"But he doesn't know that things like evidence are only valid when he is in an advantageous position. So I have to let Ferdinand hint him... tell him that I am controlled by Gerald mind."
"But will he really believe it?"
Justin asked subconsciously.
"He had to believe it."
Viscount Barbour chuckled: "Because Gerald is dead... dead people can't speak, but I can. They can't get evidence.
"He came to Roseburg just to find evidence, but I blew up my own house, and all the black fire has been used up... I also blew it up for him. Tell him that it is impossible to find me who broke the law Evidence.
"On the contrary, even the evidence from the previous few times was destroyed. And it was not me who did it, but Don Juan himself—so he could only endure and hold back. Come to Rosberg and negotiate peace with me."
The old man said slowly: "I asked Ferdinand to hint to him that the previous unhappiness can be forgotten. Now that I put down the posture, he has only three options left:
"Either, bring Salvatore over here, kill you and me, and then blame Gerald; or admit this hidden loss, leave decisively, and look for the next opportunity.
"Or, he came alone... This means that he took the initiative to disarm, gave up resistance, and negotiated peace with me. After all, he can also guess that since we can maintain a balance of power with Gerald, at least we are not weaker than He. Without the protection of Salvatore, Don Juan himself must be weaker than us, and it is impossible for him to conflict with us—that is, he has already surrendered.
"And of course I won't make him too ugly. After all, we don't have any deep hatred."
The old Viscount's face remained unchanged: "I'm just making trouble for him casually to keep him busy. Don't mess around in these few months.
"—Anyway, after a few more months, there will be no Geraint family."