The metal chain is light to the touch, and even with a green gemstone pendant, it doesn't carry much weight to start.

However, the rich fragrance on it made Jason swallow all the time.

However, even so, Jason did not forget to take clean water and wash it carefully.

After confirming that there was no foreign object, he took off the green gemstone pendant and put the metal chain in his mouth.

The rich milky flavor bursts out in an instant!

It's kind of like a milk flake!

But it's thicker than milk flakes I don't know how many times.

Jason's eyes narrowed pleasantly.

【Swallow a very small amount of complex food essence】

【Moderate recovery of physical strength and energy】

[Satiety +4]

【Satiety:13】

……

The food was in his hand, and Jason ignored the words in front of him, he spit out the necklace that had no 'taste' at all, and then put the green gem in his mouth.

Slightly bitter, but with a hint of sweetness.

Chocolate?

Pursing his lips and tasting the taste, Jason subconsciously squeezed the gem with his tongue and upper teeth.

And then

A cool sweet smell flowed out instantly. 38

Chocolate!

Jason's eyes lit up.

But the taste only lasted for about two or three seconds before it disappeared.

The lustrous green gemstone has long since lost any color.

It's like regular glass.

And Jason ushered in a full harvest.

[Devour 'Requiem's Heart (Imitation)'! 】

[Extremely large recovery of physical strength and energy]

Satiety +25

[Satiety: 38]

【Excitement of Food+1】

【Excitement of Food: 2】

……

A necklace called 'Requiem' gives Jason 29 satiety and 1 euphoria.

Not only did all the previous consumption come back, but it also became a lot richer.

What's more, this 'Requiem' necklace is just an imitation.

Imitations are all like this.

What would it look like if it was genuine?

Thinking about it, Jason's saliva flowed.

The next moment, though, Jason sucked in.

Suck and slip.

The saliva was sucked back by Jason, and his whole body instantly sobered up.

Imitations are all held by such enemies.

In whose hands will the real thing be?

Or to be more precise, what kind of strength will the person who owns the real thing have.

In this battle, if he hadn't smelled the 'fragrance' in advance and laid out in advance, the battle situation would have been extremely complicated, or even directly reversed.

"The 'immortality' must be as hidden as possible."

"In the face of most of the fighting, it should be resolved by conventional means."

"So ......"

"Or increase your strength!"

Jason summed up as he reloaded the 13-gauge into the Winchester brothers' magazine, and then picked up the two MF92s.

When all the weapons were returned to his body and the feeling of peace of mind returned, Jason began to clean up the battlefield.

The secret room in front of me is not large.

But there are quite a few rooms.

He was standing in the entrance hall, with a straight corridor behind it, with rooms on either side and a door at the end.

The rooms on either side of the corridor were long gone, and everyone was in the hall.

And that's what Jason wants to see.

He knew very well that after he cleared so many of the contact points of the Abrasive Society, he would definitely gather everyone here.

It's not hard to guess.

Because, as a 'secret room' hidden underground, Jason can't think of anything other than a secret meeting place.

The rooms on both sides of the hall and corridor, Jason searched them one by one.

There is nothing to be found worth caring about.

It's not just that there are no coins or anything like that.

He couldn't even see a piece of paper with words written on it.

Subconsciously, Jason looked at the small door.

There is no direct touch.

From the hall, he picked up the sword of the keeper of the 'Abrasive Society' Harbor Templar and the sword of the Templar Bishop, and threw the latter towards the door.

Bite!

On impact, sparks flew everywhere, the sword was knocked flying, and the door made a metallic crunch, not moving.

There are no trigger traps on the door.

Jason confirmed, but he was not careless, and Jason was willing to be ten times more cautious about the 'mysterious side'.

Because you have no idea how dangerous it can be for you to open a seemingly ordinary door that others can enter and exit at will.

A dragon hidden behind a door?

It's not impossible.

Jason took another long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the door, straining slightly.

Squeak!

The door opened.

A room the size of three basketball courts appeared in front of Jason.

In the center of the room is a special arrangement more than half a person high, with a stone base, a large flower blooming above, and a stone pillar in the middle.

After probing the ground with the tip of his sword, Jason stepped in.

He cautiously approached the ornament.

Before they could get close in the real sense, a strong smell of blood came to their faces.

Jason frowned slightly.

Almost instantly, he guessed what it was.

Container!

Or rather, sacrificial vessels to be exact.

As for what's inside?

In the style of the 'Abrasive Society', what will be inside?

Everyone can guess.

Jason approached the container.

After careful examination, there was nothing unusual about it.

The whole container was cleaned and can be said to be spotless.

But even so, the pungent smell of blood is still endless.

Especially after really getting close, after smelling it with Jason's physique that is close to twice that of ordinary people, there is a faint sense of vertigo, and you can imagine how many people have been 'sacrificed' here.

What kind of despair did those who were sacrificed face before they died?

Jason thought subconsciously.

There seemed to be a low sound of pleading and crying in my ears.

It's useless to roar.

Struggling is useless.

Only......

Death that is not coming.

Pain and blood, including lives beyond their control, became bargaining chips to please.

The crisp sound of the chips landing on the ground will make the inexplicable existence laugh.

can

Jason couldn't laugh.

It's not funny.

"On duty at night, in the darkness, the heart is bright......"

Silently, Jason whispered the Night's Watch oath.

At this time, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of the 'Night Watchman'.

He seemed to know why someone would choose to be the 'Night Watchman'

I don't have much to experience.

It's still very shallow.

But for Jason at this moment,

Enough is enough.

"May Your Souls ......"

"Rest in peace."

Jason said softly.

Then, turn around.

Jason prepares to leave.

He didn't have the heart to stay here any longer.

But just as Jason turned around, he suddenly saw a 'clock' in the corner.

This bell is not big.

Only the size of a palm.

Held in place by a wooden shelf.

"It's ......"

Jason was still speculating.

Bells, bells.

The bell rang suddenly.

And just a dozen seconds later, the familiar sound of footsteps appeared.

Stomp and tread.

The footsteps were hurried, with a hint of panic.

And then

Gerald appeared in front of Jason.

The wind-blown hair was scattered and split, and the solemn face did not ease until he saw that Jason was safe and sound.

Many words were suppressed by Gerald in the bottom of his heart.

He just smiled at Jason.

"Need a late-night snack?"