The Demon’s Menu

Jason will never forget how Tanir appeared in front of him.

Tanir came for the materials for those monsters.

So……

Who told Tanir about this?

As the other party is not very smart, it is impossible to actively collect information.

Someone must have 'unintentionally' let Tanir know all this, and made Tanir think he knew it.

It is not difficult to do this.

Especially when it comes to people with Tanier's character.

certainly!

It's also possible that Tanier has been involved all along.

The previous ones were all camouflage.

And this is also an important purpose for Jason to enter the tent.

He needed to find out if Tanir was really stupid, or if he was acting stupid.

As for the previous series of words?

It's just foreshadowing at the moment.

Is Tanier okay?

Jason looked at the old Sir and asked word by word.

Hearing such a question, the old Sir looked surprised.

Didn't you give all the spoils to Tanir?

Isn't that trusting him?

After the old Sir was stunned for a moment, he asked back.

It's just that I trust his ability to 'deal', it doesn't mean that I trust him completely.

But... getting along with him has affected my subjective judgment.

So, I need a more objective evaluation.

Caution has always been Jason's way of living.

He wouldn't make a rash decision.

Not to mention whether a person is good or bad.

After all, in some ways, talent is the most unpredictable.

Taniel, um... how do you say it?

A very 'plain' young man who 'knows what he should do'.

He should be at ease.

The old jazz commented on Tanir.

Facing the old jazz's words, Jason couldn't help it, and he couldn't help but translate the true explanation of the other party's words in his heart:

Rustic?

Does it mean that you simply use your professional power to refine and sell panacea?

Know what to do?

Does that mean, live from the heart and never resist?

Do not worry.

I'll investigate again.

After the old sergeant coughed twice, he assured him.

And that's what Jason wants!

He needs a detailed investigation that a land snake like the old Sir can complete.

The goal was achieved, and Jason was ready to leave.

After all, he still has some things to do.

But before Jason could speak, the old Sir suddenly turned serious.

The old Sir said seriously:

Some changes are happening in Lord.

There are contrived and there are coincidences.

Or the coincidence is also man-made.

I can't judge yet.

But... Jason, I don't think you should be involved.

The old jazz didn't do much to cover up, and called out Jason's name very directly.

A look of surprise flashed in Jason's eyes.

Not surprised that the old jazz called out his name.

He already knew that he couldn't hide this.

What really surprised him was the attitude of the old jazz.

friendly!

You can even say, very friendly.

There is no hate for no reason, and there is no love for no reason.

Is it because of the good impression left when we met before?

still……

My teacher 'Dan'?

Jason has no more information to make an accurate judgment.

Therefore, Jason will never say anything more because of the friendliness of the other party.

Not to mention things like 'what happened to Lord', 'I've been involved', 'I want to know the truth'.

Because, until now, Jason has not been able to confirm the position of the old jazz in front of him.

According to the other party's performance, the other party should be a multi-faceted existence between the official mystery side and the wild mystery side, but Jason can't know what role the other party plays in this series of events.

after all……

Kindness can also be faked.

So Jason nodded, turned and left the tent.

Watching Jason's back disappear behind the curtain, the preconceived old Sir obviously misunderstood something, and shook his head with a sigh.

Sure enough, he was as stubborn as that bastard Dan.

Should it be said that it is in the same line?

The thought of that old friend gave the old Sir a headache.

He couldn't say that his old friend was doing something wrong.

only……

Too direct.

At all times, there should be a moderation.

Thinking of this, the old jazz turned his head to the shadow beside him and said:

tell them.

Don't go too far.

Even if there is a contract, it doesn't mean they can act recklessly!

In the shadows, there is no answer.

There was only a slight breeze blowing.

...

Outside the tent, bids were heard one after another.

3 gold grams!

3 gold grams and 1 silver gram!

3 gold grams and 2 silver grams!

Jason's eyes swept over, and soon the bidders seemed to be caught in some kind of competition, and Tanir, who was standing in front of the tent, was still fanning the flames.

However, Jason keenly noticed.

Except for these few people, the rest of the people have already discovered this and have not spoken at all.

Moreover, even these few people are full of resentment.

It really doesn't look very smart.

There may be short-term gains.

But in the long run?

Almost none.

Shaking his head slightly, Jason stepped behind Tanir.

Immediately, the resentment of the bidders disappeared.

After recovering from the excitement, they remembered at this time that there was a... Jason behind Tanir.

Tanir is nothing, a man of his heart.

But Jason...

Very annoying.

After Tanir auctioned off some trophies, the personal identifications on these trophies made the people present affirm those guesses.

The fear of Jason deepened again.

Jason saw the change but ignored it.

A group of strangers, he wouldn't care.

Jason patted Tanier's shoulder lightly, saying

I need some 'mystery side' knowledge.

It doesn't require any secret techniques or rituals, just some basic common sense.

It's best for beginners.

beginner?

Tanier was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses. With a clear gesture, he replied, You want to accept Finch as an apprentice? That's an excellent young man!

No problem, leave it to me!

Jason was satisfied with Tanir, who always found the answer by himself, without any explanation.

You know where to find me.

After saying such words, Jason walked out.

Jason has no intention of staying any longer.

He still trusted Tanir's abilities.

He believes that the other party will do the best.

Just as he believed that those guys who were full of coveted 'Helke's Pharmacy' couldn't just give up so easily.

The 'intimidation' in the hall will only make that part of the people give up.

More people should be gearing up.

Your Excellency Jason, please slow down.

Eric, the old sergeant's servant, stood in front of the iron gate, reminding Jason in a meaningful way.

Um.

After Jason nodded slightly, he continued forward.

squeak-

Door,

opened.

In an instant, malicious eyes came from a distance and focused on Jason.

The face behind the hockey mask smiled.

Jason took a step and walked towards the carriage parked at the street.

In the dark night, the kerosene lamp hanging on the side of the carriage became bright, and Finch was sitting upright there, waiting quietly.

After seeing Jason, the young officer jumped off immediately.

Your Excellency Jason.

Finch, go get my stuff from Eric for me.

I have something left in the room.

Jason patted the empty pocket and gestured.

Okay, Your Excellency Jason.

The young man nodded and walked towards No. 10 Pea Street.

Jason got into the carriage and waited.

The next moment, when the young man ran away, these people who were hidden outside Pea Street and did not dare to step in at will, quickly surrounded the carriage.

They were on guard against each other.

They narrowed the encirclement step by step.

Soon, the encirclement shrunk to the point where you could reach the carriage door by raising your hand.

Undoubtedly, this is a limit.

Sitting in the carriage, Jason, surrounded by boxes of explosives, shook his head regretfully.

It would be better if it were closer.

With regret in his heart, Jason took out the match left by Bundy and slipped it gently.

wipe!