The Demon’s Menu

Lots of monster corpses?

Specimen too?

Is it the 'Night Watchman'?

'corpse transporter'?

still is……

'doctor'?

Two strange conditions made Sir Beta unable to subconsciously guess. Then, the old Sir, whose news was not blocked, suddenly thought of the special consultant recently hired by the police station.

Plus the presence of Tanir.

Almost instantly, the old jazz confirmed Jason's identity.

'Night Watchman'?

What stubborn, stubborn old guy's apprentice would it be?

Elliott? Alder? Kirk? Or...

Dan?!

When the old Sir thought of the 'Night Watchmen' in his memory, his temples could not help but swell and hurt.

It's not that these 'Night Watchmen' are villains.

On the contrary, each of these night watchmen can be called good people with principle.

but,

those principles.

It is destined that they will not be liked by any high-level executives.

I don't know how to change.

opinionated.

This is the evaluation of 'Night Watchman' by all those in the know.

Can,

It is precisely because of this.

They are trustworthy.

Informed civilians call them heroes wandering in the dark.

And he?

I prefer to call these stubborn guys under the dark night...

knight!

call.

The old Sir took a deep breath and looked at Jason softly.

I know.

Go back to your room first.

I'll have Eric send the compensation later.

After speaking, the old jazz nodded at Jason again, and then walked towards the underground hall.

Jason stared at the back of the old sergeant.

Just now, the change in the other party's expression did not hide the keen sense of Jason.

I guessed my identity, so...

Become trusting?

Is it because of the Night's Watch?

Jason thought silently.

Jason was not surprised to be guessed his identity.

It would be impossible to hold such a 'mysterious gathering' in Lord City if it were not for the powerful and well-informed.

On this basis, knowing Tanier's identity is even easier.

Tanir's character is destined to give that seemingly good 'disguise' for nothing.

Taking Tanir'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.

What will be the advancement of 'Night Watchman'?

With this thought in mind, Jason returned to the room he had just used with the spoils.

The fire hasn't been completely extinguished yet.

After adding some charcoal, pour water into the wok again.

Jason quietly waited for the arrival of 'food'.

However, while waiting, his eyes were always attracted by the weapon that exuded a 'scent'.

The loot is divided into two stacks.

A stack of firearms, swords, etc., without any smell.

The other stack was two swords with the scent of food.

A dagger, a long sword.

Obviously, it is extremely difficult to incorporate certain characteristics of food into weapons.

Jason couldn't help but picked up the dagger.

This dagger has sharpness and... icy cold that ordinary daggers do not have.

He clearly remembered the feeling of freezing his entire body when the dagger swept across his throat.

Magical weapon!

There is no doubt about this.

that is……

I don't know, how does it taste?

I'll give it a lick, it should be fine, right?

After such thoughts surged in his heart, when Jason recovered, his tongue had already licked the spine of the dagger.

icy cold.

A little sweet.

like……

Old popsicles.

Unable to bear it, Jason just sucked hard.

Immediately, the cold sweetness filled his mouth, making Jason, who was tired after the battle, instantly refreshed.

The dagger in his hand seemed to have lost its most important support plate, and it began to become rusty and rotten.

[Swallow some Escent (Inspector) (Essence)! 】

[Physical strength and energy are greatly restored! 】

[Satisfaction +5! 】

[Satisfaction: 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.

There is also a unique fragrance...

Spicy sticks!

He couldn't help but take a bite. Fortunately, the last bit of reason told Jason that if he didn't want to be a 'crack man', he must not do it.

But eating spicy strips, only sucking but not chewing, is really uncomfortable.

I need a body of steel!

At least……

My lips, my teeth, my tongue, my whole mouth is harder than steel!

Involuntarily, Jason had such an idea in his heart

[Swallow a little Kilgard (Webcaster) (Essence)! 】

[Physical strength and energy are greatly restored! 】

[Satisfy degree +8! 】

[Satisfaction: 16]

...

When the smell disappeared, the long sword also decayed.

And the increased satiety again made Jason completely relieved.

In the battle just now, although it was not long, he had suffered 6 fatal injuries.

Especially the first few times, it is real.

That taste is definitely not good.

But, no matter how bad...

Better than death, right?

Being able to survive, Jason is already satisfied.

So those pains are bearable.

Of course, Jason remained vigilant.

Because he couldn't confirm that the people just now were all those who had a coveted heart for the 'Helke's Pharmacy'.

Who can guarantee that there won't be one or two guys hiding in the dark?

And this kind of guy is really difficult to deal with.

Therefore, more satiety is necessary.

The next moment, Jason put it together with the dagger, and then began to carefully examine the weapons that were not scented.

He expects to discover some hidden 'food'.

Sadly, it didn't.

Just some of the ordinary weapons, fairly good quality.

Even, it is far less easy to use than the wide-blade short-handled machete in his hand.

In fact, after the battle just now, this machete has become Jason's melee weapon. After being wiped thinly, Jason hung it on one side of his waist.

More weapons appeared on the body, which made Jason's actions a little inconvenient.

I need a weapon belt.

Able to place the MF92 under the armpits on both sides and fix the 'Winchester Brothers' and UZ submachine guns on the back.

On the sides of the waist, it needs to be able to flexibly hold the medicine bag and the wide-bladed short-handled machete.

Jason sketched a rough blueprint in his mind.

Not complicated.

But still need a skilled craftsman, tailor-made.

Jason immediately thought of Tanier.

The other party should obviously know some of these people.

Just as Jason was thinking, an unprecedented rich fragrance appeared in his nose.

Unable to bear, Jason looked in the direction of the door.

Already in his ears the footsteps of the old sergeant's servant and the screeching of the wheels overwhelmed.

Step, step.

Squeak, squeak.

The sound of footsteps and the sound of wheels intermingled.

But just when such a voice was about to reach the door, it disappeared in an instant.

only left,

Low sobbing and sobbing.

And this voice,

from...

he,

behind.