Jason, who opened his eyes, silently felt the changes in his body as he breathed.

More powerful! Harder!

He clenched his fist sharply.

Suddenly, the arm muscles were knotted, driving the five fingers back to pinch, and then-

Syllable!

The air was like a crisp sound of being pinched, and the corners of Jason's mouth curled.

He could clearly feel that every breath he took could carry more mystical side energy, flowing from the heart to the whole body, and the speed of muscles, bones, fascia, and internal organs was more than twice as fast as the previous strengthening speed.

However, the number of cardiac seats required was beyond Jason's expectations.

Originally, after [Gryphon Forging] and [Evil Protection] were connected, the single diagram compound that should have been 6 occupied the position of 8 single diagram compound words on the heart, but now when [Purus Forging Technique] [Griffin Forging Technique] and [Evil Protection] are connected, it should have been 8 single diagram compound positions, but it has directly risen to 15.

In particular, Emmmmm EX, which represents the [Prose Body Forging]!

It is only two pictorial positions, but it occupies more than a third of them.

This left Jason, who previously had 50 Tufu language accommodating slots, directly left with 43.

"Could it be that Emmmmm is longer?"

Jason guessed.

Then, his brow furrowed slightly.

At this stage, the heart is still enough for the accommodation of Tufu language, but now, as he continues to deepen the existing mysterious knowledge and learn new mysterious knowledge, it must not be enough.

"Is there any way to increase the upper limit of cardiac volume?"

Jason touched his chin and thought.

However, the 'mysterious knowledge' at this stage makes him have no clue about this kind of problem, and he has no clue at all.

So, after a little thought, Jason began to look at the satiety.

I had reached 98 points of satiety before, and this time there were 14 points left.

"Huh?"

"I obviously died 25 times before, it should cost 75 points, and there are 23 points left, how can I die 3 more times?"

Jason was stunned.

The data and memory did not match, and he began to examine it carefully.

Then, the problem was discovered during the time period when I practiced the [Purus Body Forging Technique].

"Did I experience three other deaths before my veins burst?"

"Is it because of the change in muscles, which crushes the bones and causes death?"

"The [Gryphon Body Forging] will make the muscles more adaptable to swiftness and dexterity, while the [Prouss Body Forging] is completely strength and defense, two muscles that are not compatible, in order to become consistent, they must experience death."

Jason's mind involuntarily conjured up the dark golden griffin fighting the giant crocodile clad in dawn.

Such a fighting tone appeared from the very beginning.

However, immersed in his cultivation, he didn't notice it at all.

Fortunately, he was gifted enough to make the two compatible, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Well......

Although he is immortal!

But isn't that a reflection of his talent?

"Dawn. Prussia? ”

Jason muttered under his breath.

He thought a lot.

The first is his profession as a night watchman.

An inexplicable sense of extension appeared in the bottom of his heart.

But it's just an extension.

His Night's Watch core skill [Evil Protection] is still at the mastery level.

It still takes 30 points of fullness and 5 points of excitement to eat.

And [Prussia. Gryphon's Forge is still limited by [Protecting Against Evil], and although there is an option to increase the Mastery level to Expert level with 90 points of satiety and 4 points of excitement of eating, there is no hint at all.

However, even if there were, Jason would not choose.

Because, he had already found the right way to improve his body forging technique.

You can save enough food excitement.

You or die?

Death, Jason is used to it.

Death is like the wind, always with me.

Jason had that realization.

It's all about being strong!

All for freedom!

I will cut through the thorns and move forward bravely.

Thinking of this, Jason stood up, he was going to 'cruise' the whole city according to the plan, and he was going to 'hunt' the 'ghost team' in Xinde City!

They attacked him one after another.

These people waste 'food' over and over again.

If he doesn't kill these people, he won't be able to sleep well.

"Jason?"

"It's breakfast soon, where are you going?"

Hannibal, who had already walked into the kitchen, immediately poked his head out when he heard Jason's footsteps.

Breakfast!

Jason instantly retracted his steps and immediately returned to the table.

Hunting the 'Ghost Squad' is a must!

But breakfast is also a must!

So when the two can't be done at the same time, eat breakfast first and then go hunting the 'Ghost Squad'!

"Jason, are you going to change your clothes and take a shower?"

"You can wear my clothes."

"The bathroom was prepared with new towels and soap."

Hanni said as he pulled up the sleeves of his pale blue shirt, revealing his thick and powerful forearms, he raised his hand to pick up the pure white apron next to him, and tied it to his body, the close-fitting apron made the muscles of his upper body more and more distinct.

The psychiatrist, taking the cured ham out of the fridge, began the final preparations.

Sniffing the smell of ham, Jason looked down at his ragged clothes that had been torn by several explosions in his body, and immediately stood up and walked towards the second floor.

He didn't want his outfit to affect the breakfast for two.

Table manners......

He still remembers.

As Hannibal prepared the toast, Jason, dressed in black trousers, white shirt, black waistcoat, and black leather shoes, stepped down, holding a gray hunting cap in his hand and a blazer and long trench coat hanging from the crook of his arm.

It wasn't Jason's pick.

Instead, it hangs right in the bathroom doorway.

Some of the logos on the clothes were not ripped off.

Obviously, Hannibal was deliberately prepared.

In fact, Hannibal's eyes lit up as he looked at Jason as he walked down.

Involuntarily, Hannibal applauded.

"Better than I expected."

"Much like a gentleman."

Hannibal said.

"A gentleman doesn't wear a hockey hockey mask or a broad-bladed machete."

"Nor do you hide blades and paper clips in hunting caps."

"How much?"

As he spoke, Jason hung his hat, suit jacket, and long trench coat in the hallway.

"It's 45 pieces in total."

Hannibal did not hide it.

He knew some of the habits of his fellow human beings.

Concealment will only make the relationship worse for both parties.

Hannibal, a psychiatrist, understands that 'I think I'm for your good', not really for your good, and that the contact between the two sides must be based on comfort, not imposition.

Jason pulled 45 out of his wallet and placed it on the table.

Hannibal picked it up with a smile and put it in his wallet before saying:

"We have to be prepared for the unexpected."

"Who knows who will come first tomorrow or the unexpected?"

"Be more prepared, yes."

Jason agrees with this.

Although there is a high probability that he will not need blades, paper clips or anything like that now.

But who can give a guarantee later?

Hannibal turned and returned to the kitchen with a bowl of chicken breasts chopped and stirred with egg whites and breadcrumbs, and after the oil was heated, the chicken pieces were quickly put into the pan, and immediately the kitchen echoed with the snorting sound of saliva.

It wasn't long before Hannibal began to put breakfast on the table.

"For the dipping sauce, I chose the sweet and sour yuzu."

"Of course, tomato sauce is also a good choice."

"Ham I recommend beer ham, but you hate alcohol, so I replaced it with a smoked one."

"I chose corn flour for bread slices."

"Vegetable salad with a little shrimp."

He took off his apron, picked up a bottle of heated lemon juice and a bucket of milk, and sat down across from Jason.

"Breakfast, I'll please."

"Tomorrow, you invite me."

The psychiatrist said.

"Okay."

Jason laughed.

A pleasant breakfast began.

Hannibal ate only about one-twentieth.

The rest, all of them were solved by Jason.

After last night's 'epiphany', Jason was able to share the food with an acquaintance, especially when the food was still made by this acquaintance, and Jason restrained the tyranny that arose in his heart because of his 'appetite'.

"It's well controlled."

Hannibal clearly felt the change, and he couldn't help but praise.

"It's not even close."

"The thought of tearing you apart just now has risen in my head more than once."

Jason replied truthfully.

"Normal."

"Me too."

Hannibal said with a nod after putting the last bean in his mouth with a fork.

Jason glanced at Hannibal in surprise.

"Don't forget, we're one kind."

"I'm in control, too."

Hannibal pursed his lips, suppressed a smile, and shrugged his shoulders.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled.

After breakfast, the tea during the break is black tea.

Black tea in winter always makes people's stomachs feel comfortable.

Hannibal placed the saucer in front of Jason.

Sugar, honey, milk, and some lime water.

Jason opted for honey and lime water.

It makes the heavy taste of black tea light and flexible.

Sweet and sour, always unforgettable.

Whether it's food or drink.

"Hannibal, do you know the secret treasure 'The Name of the Starry Sky Singing'?"

Jason, who took a sip from his teacup, asked.

"Of course."

"Dawn. The secret treasure of the Puruss. ”

"There is a secret of 'detachment' in rumors."

"Others say it's untold wealth."

"Some people say it's a relic of antiquity, in short, there is everything."

Hannibal added a spoonful of sugar to his black tea and said what he knew.

"Do you think it really exists?"

Jason asked, but his mind was filled with the idea of "he" as a giant crocodile, cruising through a room full of gold coins and jewels.

He wasn't sure if it was the secret treasure of the 'Starry Sky Singing Name', but he instinctively thought that there should be a connection.

"I don't know."

Hannibal shook his head.

The psychiatrist said as he stirred the black tea with a small spoon.

"It's been too long."

"And the 'Silver Federation' seems to have been muddying the waters, but I'll help you gather information."

"I know a few good historians, and I have a good relationship with them."

"Thank you."

Jason put down his teacup.

Then, stood up.

After breakfast, it's time to get down to business.

Jason, who put on his shirt and coat and hat, was sent by Hannibal to the door.

However, at the moment of opening the door.

Seeing the people outside the door, Jason was stunned.