Corpse spots, Jason has seen.

And, more than once.

But!

For the first time, he had seen corpse spots on a 'living person'!

Logically speaking, this is impossible.

But even the corpse has been 'alive', so what's impossible?

Without the slightest panic, Jason sat quietly in his seat, silently listening to the fat boss with corpse spots in front of him tell everything about the 'Mawson Circus'.

From the beginning of Mawson's fortune by relying on a bag of gold that he accidentally picked up, to the dwarf in the other party's air pressure circus, it seems that he is extremely familiar with Mawson, the fat boss in front of him.

And the more he describes Mawson, the more and more corpse spots appear on the fat boss's face.

Until......

Rot!

Pieces of rotten flesh just fell from their faces, on the tabletop, and into their teacups.

The fat boss, who had a rotten face on his face, seemed to feel thirsty, so he picked up the tea on the table and drank it all, and naturally, the carrion belonging to him in the teacup was swallowed by himself.

I didn't swallow it directly into my stomach, but chewed it a few times before swallowing it.

Then, as if he had discovered an incomparable delicacy, the fat boss tore off a piece of rotten meat from his face, handed it to Jason, and said, "It tastes good, can you taste it?" ”

Jason looked at the rotten flesh that was close at hand.

He already smelled rot in his nose.

But Jason was simply indifferent

Not only did there be no fluctuation in my heart, but I wanted to laugh a little.

Because......

He smelled the food.

Under the cover of the rancid smell, the smell of food became more and more obvious.

He just stared at the fat boss.

Then, unhurriedly, he took the 'Winchester brothers' out, aimed at the empty position on his side, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The projectiles that erupted from the muzzle of the gun were like stones thrown into the lake, bringing up layers of ripples, and the scene in front of them shattered instantly!

The fat boss holding the carrion was already asleep on the table.

The busy guys also crawled there staggering and fell asleep.

After a glance, Jason looked to his side.

There's a ...... there. Cicada!

The fist-sized one curled up at the moment, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Deep-fry!

When he saw this, Jason immediately thought of cooking techniques.

What's better than frying?

Naturally, it is added with cumin and chili noodles.

Now, though, is not the time.

Jason restrained his appetite with great will, and then, picking up the unexpected food, hitting it in his pocket, and walking towards the backyard.

There is no hatred for no reason.

There is no love for no reason.

In the same way, there are no 'attacks' for no reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

In the backyard, next to a parked carriage, Peters, the coachman, confronted a man in a gray-black cloak.

"There's no way I'm going back."

"My sword can never pierce an innocent person."

Peters shook his head.

A simple sentence, but it directly stimulated the person wearing the cloak.

"Innocent people?"

"You call those people innocent?"

"Have you forgotten how the 'Cat Hole' was destroyed?"

The man in the cloak yelled angrily.

The man grabbed Peters by the collar and shouted in a louder voice:

"Do you need me to remind you?"

"It was bombarded continuously by more than a hundred artillery pieces for several hours."

"The place we called 'home' was wiped out before our eyes, and even the 'Black Cat' died in that battle to cover us."

"What about you?"

"You bastard who was designated as the heir by Lord Black Cat, but you became a coward!"

Speaking of resentment, the man punched Peters in the face.

Bang!

Peters fell to the ground.

Then, Peters had no intention of getting up at all, and just lay flat on the ground, looking like he would never fight back.

"Get up!"

"Coward!"

"Draw your sword, I'm going to duel you!"

"I'm going to get back the 'Black Cat' honorific name!"

The man drew his dagger.

But Peters was still the same as before.

This made the man's anger reach a limit, and the short sword in his hand stabbed Peters in the throat.

Fast and ruthless.

But just as the tip of the sword pressed against Peters' throat, the dagger stopped.

The man glared at Peters with his sword and eyes hidden under his hood.

Looking at Peters with a calm face, the man's anger reached the extreme, and he was about to stab the short sword in his hand to the side, but at this time, he seemed to notice something.

just

His 'little bug', lost contact.

Subconsciously, the man looked in the direction of the front hall.

A tall, muscular figure appeared in his eyes.

Tread, stomp.

Looking at the unhurried pace, the man, who had already been angry to the extreme, instantly found a better person to vent.

Sou!

Like a cat, the man turned over lightly and came behind Jason, the short sword in his hand piercing Jason's vest.

"Stop!"

Peters, who had just looked calm, rolled over and yelled.

And this does nothing at all.

On the contrary, the short sword in the man's hand was a little faster when he heard Peters's words.

Ignoring the dagger stabbing at the vest, Jason drew his broad-bladed machete and turned around with a slash.

The man with the short sword turned over and deftly dodged Jason's stab, and then, another sword stabbed Jason's vest.

Jason?

It's still the same.

On the premise of having enough satiety, in the face of such an opponent who is dexterous and faster than him, Jason will not choose the second way of fighting at all.

The man with the short sword made another deft tumble.

This time, though, the man with the short sword didn't attack Jason again.

Instead, after pulling a certain distance, he looked at Jason with a suspicious gaze.

Tall and muscular.

Deadly play.

That's right!

Definitely......

"'Bear Tower'!"

"I didn't expect that there were people in the 'Bear Tower' who survived."

"Peters ......"

"Is this your plan?"

The man with the dagger said with certainty.

Plan?

What are my plans?

How did I not know?

Peters was stunned.

But before Peters could speak, the man with the short sword spoke again: "I admit that we have chosen different paths, but I don't think you will be better than my choice, I will go on according to my choice, and you? The honorific title of 'Black Cat' will be left with you for the time being, and I will not approve of you!" ”

Then, the man with the short sword looked at Jason.

"I'm sorry, Bear Tower warrior!"

"I apologize for my recklessness!"

"I hope that the next time we meet, we can drink and talk, and the 'little worm' will be regarded as compensation."

After speaking, the man with the short sword jumped onto the big tree in the courtyard out of thin air, and after three or five columns, he completely disappeared.

Jason was left frowning.

'Bear Tower'!

He heard the term again.

"He ......"

"Is there a brain disease?"

After a moment of silence, Jason asked.

"Nope."

"He's just young, and he loves to think a lot."

Peters shook his head.

Then, the two fell silent.

Neither Jason nor Peters are talkative people.

After a minute or two, Peters decided he should say something.

But just as Peters was about to speak, Jason shook his nose repeatedly.

Peters was stunned.

The next moment!

A small voice reached Peters' ears.

Suddenly, the driver, who had hidden his identity, changed his face in an instant.