Jason had long been accustomed to Peters' understanding of everything.

Although he didn't understand.

But without explanation, Jason thinks it's a good thing.

Following the scent, Jason walked briskly through the harbor at night.

That guy just now was only contaminated with the smell of food, and was not really the owner of 'food'.

But, Jason doesn't care.

He's here to clean up some 'pests' for his cousin.

He came to take revenge on his own dogs.

Therefore, he would like to find more people who are 'abrasive'.

As for interrogation?

It's too much work.

He didn't want to know those things.

There is also no time to know those things.

He just needs to know how to follow the breath of 'food', find these people, and then, chop them one by one, and that's it.

The rest?

Gerald will take care of it.

Jason believes in Gerald's abilities.

It's like he believes in his own keen sense of 'food'.

Marina Chalets.

During the day, it is the resting place of the dock overseers.

At night, it is a place for the other party to rest.

Leaning against the wooden wall, the overseer sitting on the bed saved up the day's buckles.

"170 Del ......"

"These guys have been slacking off a bit lately."

"I dare not work hard for Master Lute."

"I'm going to smoke more tomorrow."

"And the foremen, let them find some children, it's so troublesome."

The reduction of coins and the fact that the task was not completed greatly annoyed by Root.

He grabbed the wine beside him and gulped it down.

Knock, knock.

Burst!

Root, who was pouring wine, suddenly paused, his head stiffened and slowly lowered, and his eyes looked at the protruding tip of the knife on his chest in disbelief.

There's a wall behind me!

Before he died, Rout was still thinking.

Jason didn't hesitate to draw his knife and leave.

This is also a person who has been tainted with the smell of food.

As for entry?

Jason's nose tells Jason that there's nothing worth caring about in it.

What's more, he had just seen everything inside through the window.

"Next!"

With a flick of the blood on the blade, Jason sank into the darkness of the night.

The sea breeze blows through Hanse Harbour at night.

Cosy and comfortable.

It was like a goddess's hand brushing the pearl around her neck.

Unconsciously it will attract attention.

Hanse Harbour is known as the 'Pearl of the Federation'...... Before, Jason arrived.

This 'pearl' is bright and dazzling.

At least on the surface.

But with Jason's arrival, the bright, dazzling darkness was like pus in a pustule, poof, squeezed out, spraying the hidden 'abrasive meeting' face.

Stomp and tread.

Dressed as a bounty hunter, Alec ran quickly down the hallway.

This made the guests of the 'Fathead Fish Hotel' scold one after another.

Some impatient people even got up to watch the door.

However, after seeing the sword and musket at Alec's waist, he wisely shrank back, closed the door, and lay down on the bed again.

Man wants to live.

You have to follow your heart.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

in order to live a long time.

If it was a normal day, Alec would definitely boast about it, and this is what he loves to do the most.

Half is camouflage.

Halfway?

It's real.

But today, Alec didn't stop there.

He ran out the door with a gloomy face.

7 points of contact!

Including the most secret one!

Contact was lost just now!

Gerald's revenge?

No way!

Even if Gerald would find one or two points of contact at most, it would never be possible to find that hidden point of contact.

What's more, once Gerald uses a large number of men, he can't hide it from them at all.

"Damn it!"

"What the hell is going on?"

With doubts in mind, Alec pushed open the door of the inn.

And then

A flash of swords!

Caught off guard, Alec didn't expect to be attacked when he opened the door.

However, as one of the leaders of the 'Abrasion Society' who can be in charge of many contact points, he naturally has a special point, and the long sword at his waist is unsheathed with a bang.

Sou!

The sword stabbed at the attacker faster than the machete.

Looking at the attacker who was hiding his face with an ice hockey mask, Alec sneered.

He is fully sure that the opponent will close his knife and block.

And as long as it's blocked!

He, just win!

You know, although he is best at swordsmanship, but the killing move is not the long sword in his hand!

The killing intent in his heart made the long sword in Alec's hand faster.

Then, the sword stabbed into the chest of the puck-clad mask-clad assailant in front of him.

The short-handled broad-bladed machete in the opponent's hand also swept across Alec's neck.

Burst!

Alec's eyes widened.

Why?

You don't follow the routine!

Aren't you afraid of death?

Until he died, the leader of the 'Abrasive Society' did not close his eyes.

Jason pulled out the long sword that had been stabbed into his chest.

Bang!

Bang!

The sword was thrown to the ground by Jason, and the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard behind him.

It was a dagger.

A dagger that smells of food.

Of the three food scents that Jason tracked, the faintest one.

The richer the scent, the more durable it is.

Naturally, it is necessary to track down from the faintest one.

"Air control?"

Jason held the unusually sharp dagger, and without hesitation, he licked it.

Icy cold.

There is sweetness.

But it's more milky.

Little pudding?

Jason snorted.

Suddenly, the unusually sharp dagger decayed.

[Swallow a considerable amount of Swamp Hunter (Essence)]

[Stamina, experience moderate recovery]

[Satiety +4]

[Satiety: 19]

……

The fatal damage just now consumed 3 points of satiety healing, and the 4 points at the moment instantly made up for the consumption, and there was 1 point more.

Jason glanced at it, and there wasn't much excitement.

Because, he is well aware that the real big head is behind.

This is just the weakest one.

And two more!

Twitching his nose, Jason followed the breath of food and walked briskly again.

And at this moment, the 'Sanctuary' hidden by the 'Abrasion Society' in Hans Harbor is completely chaotic.

"What happened?"

"Why do the spiritual imprints disappear one after another?"

"Where's Alec?"

"Where's Alec?"

Blatter, the Bishop of the Templar who had been interrupted from prayer, shouted angrily.

The sound shook the entire chamber and trembled.

Dust flutters and flutters falling.

But none of the people around dared to dodge, letting the dust fall on their bodies, and their bodies stood straight.

Until after Blatter's voice fell.

A close attendant trembled and said:

"Your Excellency Bishop......"

"The spiritual imprint of Lord Alec has also disappeared."

"What?"

The bishop was stunned.

The angry brain woke up in an instant.

Subconsciously, the other party thought of a person: Gerald.

"What is Gerald doing?"

The bishop asked directly.

"Gerald didn't leave 111 Dren Street, and our 'alarm bells' didn't go off."

"The guards and the army in the harbor also did not move."

The attendant reported.

"And what's the matter with these vanishing spirit imprints?"

"How did they get exposed?"

"Did someone smell them and find them?"

The bishop roared, and the people around him were once again silent.

The next moment, however, the bishop said:

"Transfer! Everyone is moving at once! ”

Everyone acted quickly, as if they had been granted amnesty.

And at this very moment,

The door to the secret room.

But it slowly opened.

Squeak!

Through the crack in the door, an ice hockey mask slowly revealed.