Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 647 - 56 Willful Continuation_2
Chapter 647: Chapter 56 Willful Continuation_2
“And the result?”
Jason asked.
He didn’t resent the old instructor’s loquacity.
Because, when he mentioned the ‘Night Watcher’, he knew something similar would happen.
It’s just…
The similarity to ‘Silver’s Glory’ was unexpected.
“I’d like to say that the ‘Night Watcher’ is a branch organization created by a predecessor of ‘Silver’s Glory’. After all, having a ‘Ship Slayer’ of ‘Silver’s Glory’ would certainly attract more vital forces to join, which would ensure the continuity of ‘Silver’s Glory’, but… I cannot lie to someone who shares the same convictions as me.”
“So, the result is regrettable, it’s a no.”
The white-haired man spread his hands and gave a resigned smile.
“Then, did you show up out of curiosity?”
Jason probed.
Curiosity?
Impossible.
A recluse like this, who had retired and hidden his name, would never appear just out of curiosity.
Indeed, they would deliberately avoid anything that could expose their identity, steering clear of places where mishaps might occur.
They definitely wouldn’t appear so openly, as the other man had done.
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“I, a retired old man, have long since lost any curiosity.”
“And my presence here is merely to do something that someone ‘beyond wandering’ should do.”
While saying this, the man tossed a notebook with frayed edges onto the bar in front of Jason.
“I understand those guys.”
“Those guys understand me, too.”
“We both know we’re not suitable ‘mentors’.”
“So, we choose a more appropriate way to continue ‘Silver’s Glory’.”
The white-haired man said this.
What would a notebook and so-called continuity lead to?
A vessel for recording the secret techniques of ‘Silver’s Glory’?
Jason instinctively thought this and surprise flashed across his face.
The white-haired man, however, took it in stride.
“Yeah, it’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Whether you learn from it, pass it on to others, or even throw it away, it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s yours now.”
Having said this, the white-haired man drank down the contents of his glass in one gulp.
Then, he turned and walked out without any hesitation.
He didn’t stop at all, and once the sound of the tavern’s door closing echoed, he had vanished without a trace.
Leaving behind only Jason, sitting outside the bar, and the notebook laying in front of him.
Jason’s brows were deeply furrowed; he didn’t touch the notebook.
Was the inheritance of ‘Silver’s Glory’ handed to him this easily, merely because of similar ‘ideals’?
For Jason, who had lived in Nightless City for quite a while, this seemed utterly impossible.
In Nightless City, deception abounded.
Benefits always came with bloodshed.
To put it simply, if an inheritance like ‘Silver’s Glory’ were to appear, there would be rivers of blood in Nightless City.
Habits are terrifying.
They change not just a person’s rhythm but also their perception of things.
Like Jason at this moment.
After pondering for several seconds and confirming there was no tampering with the notebook in front of him, and as the people around him gradually began to revive, he finally tucked the notebook away.
“Sir, hello.”
“I’m very sorry, I must have dozed off.”
“What can I get for you?”
As the bartender woke up and saw Jason, he immediately said.
“Some snacks from here, no alcohol,” Jason replied.
“Coming right up.”
Although it was a bit odd to the bartender that someone in the tavern wouldn’t want alcohol, it didn’t stop him from taking Jason’s order.
Snacks are also a sale.
As long as there’s a sale, that makes one a customer.
With such a simple philosophy, the bartender quickly noticed the empty glass on the seat next to Jason.
He remembered there should have been someone there who had ordered a beer.
But what the person looked like, the bartender couldn’t quite recall.
Of course, what mattered more was that the person hadn’t paid their bill!
“Excuse me, do you know this customer?”
The bartender scanned the tavern, searching for the vague figure in his memory and after coming up empty, reluctantly turned to seek Jason’s help.
“I don’t know him,” Jason said.
Jason answered very decisively.
The bartender, looking at the resolute Jason, ultimately said nothing.
Even though his memory was fuzzy, he remembered that the patron had come here alone.
“Sorry.”
“You know, some people just can’t hold their liquor well after drinking too much.”
The bartender apologized again.
Jason seemed to agree and nodded his head.
About five minutes later, Jason took the bar snack from the other person’s hands: pork cracklings, beef in sauce, and slices of ham.
“That’ll be 32 in total.”
“Thank you for your patronage.”
As the bartender announced the price, Jason paid the bill accurately.
For Jason, who had just accepted an ‘apology’, money wasn’t an issue.
He walked out of the small pub carrying his food.
Without looking for a particular place, Jason ate as he walked.
Under the warm sunshine, the crispy pork cracklings crunched between his teeth, and each crunch played a symphony of fat spreading across the taste buds—a special sensation of smoothness that compelled Jason to grab another handful and stuff it into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Though not fresh out of the oven, they were truly delicious.
The beef in sauce was also cold, but it acquired a unique warmth under the sun.
A warmth starting from the stomach.
The ham, however, was quite ordinary.
Aside from the saltiness, Jason couldn’t taste much of the meat, even though it should have been made of meat; it was mostly starchy filler.
“6 points, 5 points, 1 point,” Jason silently scored them.
Meanwhile, his gaze continuously swept around.
Compared to the morning, there were more people on ‘Memory Street’ in the afternoon.
Unnormally more.
There were young people, middle-aged ones, and the elderly.
Most were lone travelers, with a few in small groups.
People of both genders, dressed differently, some with exquisite craftsmanship and others plain and unremarkable, but they all shared the same expression—curious, cautious.
They walked on ‘Memory Street’, casting inquisitive glances at each storefront they passed, yet they took no action.
Rather, they were… comparing!
Not comparing which shop looked better.
But which was more mysterious!
Undoubtedly, there are always plenty of smart people in the world.
The second son of the Bolun family and Emily were not the only ones.
Many more realized what they should do even before that old general had officially announced the ‘Sabie Alien invasion’ and the ‘Mystical Side’.
“Those who foresee have the chance to reap the richest rewards,” thought Jason.
Then, he added to himself—
“Proportional to the danger!”
He had already seen a few folks, like himself, watching these people.
Unlike him, these few were focusing on those dressed more extravagantly.
At this, Jason shrugged his shoulders.
He didn’t meddle in others’ affairs.
If one decided to look for opportunities, then naturally one must bear the risks.
Something for nothing?
How could such a thing possibly exist in this world!
Jason thought so firmly but then he immediately thought of the notes given to him by the white-haired man.
Suddenly, Jason frowned again.
In a sense, this too was an unearned gain.
This feeling made Jason somewhat uncomfortable.
He was not used to this.
Therefore, he walked toward a public phone booth.
The call was for his old instructor.
After two rings, the call connected.
“White hair? A scar on his face?”
“Hahaha, don’t worry!”
“That guy is Leviah, he’s a good person.”
After about three minutes of the old instructor’s rambling, Jason finally found an opportunity to hang up the phone.
Continue ‘Silver’s Glory’?
Judging, Jason suddenly remembered something.
