The 30-meter-long lightsaber pierced directly through the door.

But there was no sound of flesh being cut, only the characteristic sound of the cloth being torn.

Sting!

Rags and sawdust flying.

The figure reappeared.

The other party stood about 5 meters away from the door of the ward at this moment and clapped his hands gently.

Bang bang bang.

Amid the crisp applause, a touch of admiration resounded in the dark corridor.

"Worthy of His Excellency Jason, the 'Ship Slayer'."

"I've been so badly injured and still so alert."

The other party's voice was frustrated with yin and yang, and it also carried a unique tone.

Not born this way.

It's a cover-up.

Use tones and pauses to disguise the original sound.

Tread, stomp.

Footsteps rang out from the room, and Jason's tall, bandaged figure appeared at the door.

Click.

Jason raised his hand and pressed the light switch on the wall.

Suddenly, the light of the light bulb dispelled the darkness around him, and at once stretched Jason's figure to a limit, covering the floor in front of the uninvited guest.

This was originally where the other party was standing.

When the switch sounds, the other party starts to back away.

Obviously, the other party does not want to be found out for what he really is.

"Is it still necessary to cover up?"

Jason stood at the door of the hospital room, his eyes blazing into the darkness.

These eyes seem to have seen through the darkness.

But the uninvited guest didn't think so.

"Of course it's necessary."

"I don't like standing in front of the stage."

"Since many years ago, that's been it."

The other let out a chuckle.

"Many years ago?"

"Before becoming Edward's butler? Or after becoming Edward's butler? ”

"Mr. Findirt."

Jason said lightly.

The voice was indifferent, but it was like a thunderbolt.

There was a rapid breath in the darkness.

Even if it is fleeting, it is impossible to hide it for the two of them at this moment.

There was silence for about a second, and the uninvited guest in the darkness did not hide from the light anymore, and the other party took a step forward and walked to a place where the light could shine.

The familiar face caught Jason's eye.

There are no tuxedos, no white gloves and no pocket watches.

However, the gray hair is still meticulously groomed.

With the black hunting costume, the Fendirt in front of him had a more fierce feeling.

Especially when Findirt looked at Jason.

The gentle gaze of the memory has long since become as sharp as a sword.

"When did you find out?"

Findirt asked in a deep voice.

The nasolabial folds are deeply embedded in them, making the other person's face sharpened.

"Just now."

Jason replied.

"Just now?"

"Is it because the last 'strangeness' of that 'apostle' made you aware of my existence?"

Findirt frowned.

He was a little unconvinced that Jason would be able to spot such a 'strangeness'.

Although such 'abnormalities' do exist, it is almost impossible to 'discover' them, because there are many 'ritual' forces involved.

Not only did he target the 'apostles', but he covered himself.

What's more, the two go hand in hand.

It's the kind of 1+1>2.

If Jason could really find him in this state, then he would not have been able to successfully lay out, and he would have been discovered a long time ago.

"I fought with the 'Apostle', and I found out about its 'abnormality', but I'm not sure that the 'abnormality' was done by you, I can only be sure that someone is doing it."

Jason said matter-of-factly.

This made Findirt even more curious.

Even, the old butler's face showed such a curious look.

The sense of sharpness has become diminished under such curiosity.

"When was that?"

"You're not going to say it was when I pushed the door, were you?"

The old butler asked with a smile.

The already weakened sense of sharpness has completely disappeared under such a smile.

"I have a habit of thinking and remembering."

"Whenever something big happens, I think about and remember what happened recently."

"Most of the time, there is no gain, but occasionally there is still gain."

"And after I woke up, I also habitually thought and recalled, and then, I unconsciously thought of ......"

"Edward."

Jason slowly said the name of this once influential figure in 'Cherry City', and it can even be said that it can be said that it is the king of 'Cherry City'.

The old butler kept a smile in the face of the former hirer and servant, and without saying a word, he just stood there, quietly waiting for Jason to continue.

"How did Edward get the power of the Mystic Side?"

"The records are very vague, and no one knows what's going on."

"It can only be roughly inferred that after dispersing all the family wealth, a similar 'mysterious side knowledge' was obtained."

Jason relayed the information he had gotten.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

The old butler asked in a puzzled voice.

"Of course not!"

"'Mystery side knowledge' is very difficult to obtain, and even if we as 'mystery side people' want to obtain the corresponding knowledge, it is very difficult."

"And how hard would it be for an ordinary person?"

"At first I had a guess, but there was also a slight ignorance - as a 'mysterious person', I unconsciously ignored the real difficulty until I met Bolun."

Jason said, adjusting his stance.

He went from standing straight to leaning against the doorframe with his shoulders folded.

"Bolun is one of the most gifted people I've ever met."

"And, it's smart."

"The economic strength is also the top handful."

"Compared with Edward, except for the fact that the economic strength is slightly inferior, the rest is much more than that, but even so, the process of obtaining the 'mystical side knowledge' of the wave wheel is extremely tortuous."

"Even, to a certain extent, without my help, it would have been difficult for Bolun to obtain 'mystical knowledge' at all."

Jason's tone was very appreciative when he talked about the young man Bolun.

"What if it's luck?"

"Bad luck with the waves."

"Edward was lucky."

The old butler retorted with some disapproval.

"Luck is also relative."

"And, probability-wise, the luck of the wave wheel should have been better."

Jason shook his head.

"Why?"

The old butler asked.

"Timing!"

"Edward's era was an era when the 'mysterious side' was not really public, and the wave wheel was an era when the 'mysterious side' came into the eyes of ordinary people."

"Under such a premise, who is more likely to obtain 'mystical side knowledge'?"

Jason asked rhetorically, but the words did not stop, and he continued: "So, Edward should have obtained the 'mystical side knowledge' through 'acquaintances', of course, in the most normal way that he recognized, such as: the old butler found out something special and so on. ”

"Hmm."

"Edward has a lot of acquaintances."

"There are more people who are closer."

"Me?"

"Not the preferred one."

"Why are you so sure of me?"

The old butler nodded at first, and then continued to ask his doubts.

"Because, I've seen you kill."

"In the face of the killer sent by Poel, your clean and neat methods are still fresh in my memory, especially when you have always maintained a polite posture before, such a contrast and contradiction make me inexplicably familiar and make me think of some guys."

"And these guys?"

"Each one of them is a 'viper'-like figure."

"Cold-blooded, vicious, and cunning."

"I had a little bit of skepticism at the time."

Jason said, looking up and looking at the old butler who was smiling across from him.

"Suspect what?"

The old butler asked.

"Wonder if you're acting!"

"Did you already find out about my peeps?"

"Or rather, whoever is prying for it, you need to lure him to Edward' - Edward is the bait you throw out to attract attention and get out behind the scenes."

Smack, smack!

The old butler applauded again.

There was admiration on his face.

"Worthy of the 'ship slasher'."

Compared with the previous similar perfunctory praise, this time the old butler's praise is much more real.

"So, am I doing this too much?"

"My arrangement, on the contrary, makes you suspicious of me."

"You can probably guess what happened after that?"

The old butler asked.

"I can probably guess."

"You've always been for the 'apostle,' aren't you?"

"You need the 'apostles' to come."

Jason nodded.

"I'm not a believer!"

The old butler emphasized.

"Of course you're not."

"A person who has set up such a 'bureau' is not something that simple believers can do, and you let the 'apostle' come only because you need the power of the 'apostle'."

"It's no different from those greedy guys."

"The only difference may be that you're much more ambitious than they are."

Jason said, snorting his nose.

There was no familiar 'scent', and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"You seem disappointed?"

The old butler was very concerned about this sigh.

"You don't know that the 'Apostle' is only 5 minutes away, do you?"

Jason asked.

Suddenly, there was coldness in the old butler's eyes.

"Those guys only have faith in the so-called 'god' in their heads, and there is no more 'information' at all, and I cut open several heads, but I can't find what I want."

"It just so happened that there were some conditions on the 'ground' at that time."

"Some 'intruders' have appeared."

"They were still far away and vague."

"But in my opinion, it's an opportunity."

"So I 'acquired' Findilt's identity, I appeared next to 'Edward', and I 'guided' that fool to my stage just right."

"After that?"

"It's pretty much what you guessed."

"But there's one thing you've thought about?"

The old butler laughed again.

"What?"

Jason asked rhetorically cooperatively.

"Why am I talking to you here at length about this completely useless stuff?"

"I'm stalling for time!"

The old butler said, as soon as he raised his right hand, his thumb pressed on his middle finger, the ring finger and little finger were naturally bent, and the index finger was erected, making a gesture like 1.

But what is different from what ordinary people know!

One by one, complicated 'Tufu language' began to appear at his fingertips.

Then, more 'Tufuyu' appeared at his feet.

The fingertips and the Tufu under his feet glowed red almost at the same time.

When the two echoed each other, an inexplicable power enveloped the entire ward.

Naturally, Jason is in this range.

After all this, the old butler spoke again.

"I need time to start the 'ritual'!"

"And then ......"

"'Steal' the power you have gained from the 'Apostles'!"

The old butler said, a smile on his face again.

It's just that it's different from the warm smile before.

This time, the smile became very ...... Crazy!

A huge smile appeared on the old butler's face, exaggerated to the point that the apple muscles were cracked, the miserable white teeth were blooming with a strange light, and the eyes were full of red bloodshots.

"It's mine!"

The old butler announced loudly.

Suddenly, the complex words composed of 'Tufu language' appeared at Jason's feet like a fountain, instantly enveloping Jason as if he were a cage.

Then, the old butler pointed his fingertips at Jason.

Immediately, a lot of 'Tufuyu' was condensed, like a light, instantly connected to the 'Tufuyu' at Jason's feet.

And when connected, the light becomes a 'chain'.

It wrapped around the cage.

Under the inexplicable force, it swelled and shrunk, like breathing more like sucking.

The old butler, whose face was full of madness, spread his arms.

He seems to be preparing for the pinnacle of his life.

And then......

The predicted forces did not appear!

The old butler was stunned.

He looked at Jason, who was 'bound', and raised his arm again.

But nothing happened.

This made the old butler completely stunned.

He really saw that Jason bit off a piece of the 'apostle's aura', and in this 'power stealing power' ritual that he specially prepared for the 'apostle', such power should be surging towards him like a tide.

Can now?

Nothing.

It's impossible!

The 'apostolic apostle' can be said to be the root of the apostolic power.

Even if it's just a small part, it's enough for him.

Make it easy for him to reach his goal.

As for the 'ritual' that went wrong?

That's even more unlikely!

This 'ritual' he had tried.

He tried on the 'wreckage of the apostles' he had found.

Even if that kind of wreckage is only the size of a little finger, the power in it makes him unforgettable.

Let him go from a person with mediocre qualifications to an outstanding and powerful person.

After trying this kind of improvement, he couldn't bear the daily cultivation at all, so he would take advantage of the situation to lay out.

What went wrong?

Anxiety appeared in the old butler's frantic countenance.

The 'ritual' of 'stealing power' could not last much longer.

He had to get to the crux of the problem before he could do that.

And at this time, there was a strange noise ahead.

Crash!

The chain suddenly made a strange noise, and a pair of broad, thick palms stretched out from the chain, and with a slight push to the sides, Jason's figure was revealed.

He stepped out.

"How is that possible!"

"How is it possible for you to be free from the shackles against the 'apostolic power'?"

"It can't be!"

The old butler roared, his eyes full of disbelief.

Jason said lightly-

"Have you ever heard of digestion?"

(End of chapter)