In the bright light of the fight gym, Jason opened the book in his hand with a special material.

He had previously confirmed that the cover of the book was bronze.

The paper is a parchment scroll, on which fine text is written haphazardly.

After a little reading, Jason found that these fine, jumbled words were still a mixture of lingua franca and pictorial language, and there were some slang words that Jason did not understand.

When ordinary people see these words, they will only feel confused and puzzled, and then they will be deeply shocked.

But Jason looked...... But it's a trick!

That's right, it's just a trick!

Putting aside the slang and lingua franca, the erroneous use of pictophony, and the well-documented so-called 'secret arts' all inform Jason that the author of this book is a half-ass.

And after combining those slang and lingua franca, this half-man becomes a little miserable.

Slang is not easy to understand, but it is much simpler than Tufu, Jason has experience in learning Tufu, at this time, a little research, I can roughly figure out the meaning of these slang.

After combining with each other, a complete story emerges.

A husband who is unable to bear the grief of his wife's death and desperately wants to resurrect his wife, thus merging alchemy, voodoo, and oriental mysteries to create a 'miracle' with a very small chance.

Unfortunately, the 'miracle' did not bring hope.

On the contrary, the fusion of the unknown, brings about the most desperate outcome: death.

'Mystery' is unpredictable because it often brings death.

Anyone who touches it at will, will pay the price, in the name of death.

Jason suddenly thought of two famous quotes he had heard.

The former is from 'Lorde' and was recorded in a note given to him by his 'teacher'.

The latter, from 'Hans Harbour', was reminded to him by his cousin Gerard during small talk.

Both are equally powerful, but they are equally in awe of the 'mysterious side'.

However, some people who don't know much about the 'mysterious side' lack such awe.

"Is this the fearlessness of the ignorant?"

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand.

At this moment, where he opened it, he was painting a group of flowers.

It's the flower of corruption that Jason had seen before.

Name: Burmese Gardenia.

Word: Nurturing hope, resurrection, and rebirth.

"It's a pity that everything is going in a bad direction."

Jason closed the bronze book and threw it straight into the corner of the fight gym.

He won't touch this book anytime soon, but as he thinks about it habitually, a question involuntarily arises in his mind: what would he do if he were that husband?

However, he does not have a deep understanding of this.

He doesn't have a favorite girl.

Nor did I ever think of getting married.

So, Jason changed to a substitute.

What if it was Gerald who died?

Or rather, the ...... who are already dead What about Old Sizz?

Jason's face unconsciously became a little more solemn.

He, he doesn't know the answer.

Maybe he'll pull back at the last minute.

But it can also be wrong again and again.

may also be even more miserable than that husband,

Jason, who was thinking, turned to look at Arras, who had deliberately lowered his voice because he was reading.

"Jason, you're done?"

"Is there a catch?"

Arras immediately asked after noticing Jason's gaze.

"The story of a stupid, competent husband who utterly destroys his entire family in order to save it."

Jason described it this way.

Arras was stunned.

She didn't come back to her senses.

"If you're competent, it should be good, right?"

Arras said with his own understanding.

"Well, but he brought disaster."

"Not only did it hurt him, but it also affected his two children."

"In a way, he ruined everything."

Jason didn't refute it, but described it objectively.

"He must not have exercised his muscles!"

Arras replied earnestly.

This time, Jason was stunned.

What does this have to do with muscles?

And Arras is very crisp and bent his arms to show off his strong biceps.

"Muscle is power!"

"My mom said that strong muscles will make your fists strong and make you fearless."

"There's nothing that can't be solved with one punch."

"Yes? That's two punches. ”

Arras replied to Jason in his own way.

"And what if the fists can't solve it?"

For example...... The death of a lover? ”

Jason continued.

"Fists can't be solved, it's just that the fists you swing aren't strong enough, it's just that your muscles aren't strong enough, and you need more powerful muscles to have the punches that break everything - my mom said."

"As for the death of a lover?"

"If someone caused such a thing, I would have found out in advance, and I would have gone straight to smash them."

"If he is weak, I will take him to exercise everything."

"If it's an accident...... I'll just keep his surroundings from accidents. ”

"As for the time?"

"Mom said that time can be broken with fists!"

Aras gave Jason a thumbs up, her white teeth glowing in the light.

Looking at Arras like this, Jason didn't have any problems.

Arras had already answered everything to him.

Although it was in the way of Arras, he still told Jason what to do.

Powerful!

Never stop being stronger!

When it is so powerful that death has to be avoided, everything will naturally be solved.

Thinking before?

He doesn't slight, and he doesn't sneer.

It's just a little more calm.

"The reason why I instinctively think about these things and think about these things is nothing more than that I started to think that I was strong but not really strong, and I almost forgot my original purpose!"

Jason reminisced about his arrival in the City That Never Sleeps, the dangers of it, and his compulsion.

I thought of the ease with which I had just played with Ett Dermon and Esther.

He couldn't help but let out a breath of turbidity.

Call!

"I just got a little bit of pride?"

"It really shouldn't be!"

"I almost forgot my original intention!"

"Now!"

"I want to keep my original intention in mind!"

Jason's eyes instantly solidified.

He didn't have a choice before.

Right now?

He wants to be free to choose.

Jason looked at Arras again.

"Arras, can you accompany me in battle now?"

"I think there's room for improvement in my hand-to-hand fighting skills."

"Of course!"

Arras nodded and excitedly threw the 200Kg barbell up.

Boom!

In the sound of rubbing metal, the barbell landed steadily on the barbell rack, without a little shaking, and Arras strode towards the cement ring.

Jason glanced at the barbell rack, and then, silently, walked into the ring.

Anas found a coin.

"The coin starts when it lands."

"Is it the end of shouting stop?"

Arras asked.

Jason nodded, and Arras poked out the coin.

Bite!

The coin tumbles upwards and then, falling.

The moment the coin fell, Arras rushed at Jason.

Woo!

A direct punch.

Jason didn't dodge, and it was also a direct punch.

The two fists collided together without any fancies.

Bang!

There was silence, and Jason took two steps back.

Then, Jason's gaze at Arras changed slightly.

He knew that Arras was strong, but he didn't know that Arras's power was so strong.

In the same way, Arras shook his palms in succession.

"Jason, your fists are so hard, I feel like I've hit steel."

"I'll try again!"

With that, Arras punched again.

Jason also fought back with a punch, as before.

Bang!

There was another muffled thud.

However, this time the two did not hesitate and punched again.

Bang, bang!

Amid the incessant collisions, Arras became excited, and she looked at Jason with her eyes shining.

She had never met a man who had been able to hold on for so long.

Jason's gaze, which had always been indifferent and calm, also changed slightly.

He couldn't admit that his strength was not as strong as a woman.

So, he needs to regain his self-esteem in other ways.

For example...... Physical.

The change in the mood of the two almost made this actual combat sparring enter a white-hot battle in just a dozen seconds.

Arras unconsciously changed the way he breathed.

Her fists grew faster and faster, and the afterimage of Dao Dao's fists appeared in the air.

Euler, Ola, Ola, Ola!

The special sound of breathing brings a special sound.

The characteristic heroic blow enveloped Jason like a raging storm.

As soon as he made contact, Jason was hit with several punches.

It was just a pain, but nothing more harmful.

[Prus. The defense brought by the Griffin Forge made Jason as solid as a rock.

However, Jason is not used to such passive beatings.

For Jason, he likes and advocates offense, and such an aggrieved 'beating' is too uncomfortable, especially every time he wants to counterattack, he is predicted by Aras in advance, blocks the attack, and causes several breakthrough attacks, Jason is even more uncomfortable.

However, he told himself to calm down.

Calmness is the only thing that can help him at this moment.

"Watch her punches."

"Remember her rhythm."

The experience gained from expert-level [hand-to-hand combat] and skill-level [griffon fighting] made Jason, who remained calm, begin to find a way to deal with Arras.

Gradually, he began to adapt to the extremely fast pace of Arras.

The fist path is also beginning to be gradually figured out.

While Arras was again surrounded by a fist shadow over Jason, Jason was lying flat on his upper body and stepping back with his feet on the ground.

The tall Jason, at this time, showed a bit of dexterity.

And then......

It's ferocious!

In the retreat, Jason slapped the ground with one hand, and suddenly, the backward posture stopped.

The next moment, Jason kicked Arras in a volley.

This is a skill in the [Griffin Fighting Technique], and Jason, who is engrossed in the battle, unconsciously performs it.

Cry!

An eagle's cry rang out with such a kick.

In the face of such an attack, Arras became more and more excited after hearing such a voice.

Her widening eyes were full of sparkles.

That's it!

That's it!

This is the battle I was looking forward to!

Breathe, breathe!

Breathe, breathe!

Feel the blood!

Feel the oxygen!

Feel the cells!

Feel the ripples of the stone as it falls!

Feel the ripples sweeping through the cells and achieve the qualitative change of the body!

Powers come from all over the body, they are active, they are jubilant, they are ...... Convergence.

"Jason, this is the move I simulated after you reminded me."

"It's not complete yet."

"But ......"

"I can't help it!"

Arras's face flushed, and she shouted loudly—

"Shotguns. Squirt! ”

Bang!

A punch was struck, like the sound of a shotgun.

The fist that gathered countless air currents erupted with the blow of the fist.

Call!

A barrage that seemed to be the result of a shotgun shot collided with Jason, who was kicking him.

Rumble!

There was a blasting sound.

Jason hugged his legs and jumped repeatedly.

Arras clenched his fists and stepped back, flicking his arms repeatedly.

The two of them grinned in pain.

But the expressions of the two were filled with joy.

They all felt the improvement in the first battle they had just played.

It's like Jason and Arras.

So, the next moment, Jason was on his feet again, and Aras raised his fists again to take a fighting alert stance.

There are no words.

As soon as the two looked at each other, they understood each other's thoughts.

Again, the two rushed towards each other.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of continuous hits and collisions sounded again.

This time?

It will undoubtedly last much longer.

Actual combat is undoubtedly the best way to practice.

But there must be no lack of teaching.

At least, Esther thinks he's learned more from Aitdermon.

It was as if the door to a new world had been opened.

"It turns out that I was able to do this in the face of 'anomalies'."

"I used to only know tough things."

Esther muttered to himself.

"Relaxation is the right choice!"

"Only the right contact can produce a lubricating effect that makes it smooth for us to make a breakthrough at the last minute."

"And tough?"

"It will only hurt and hurt each other!"

Aitdemund patted young Esther on the shoulder as someone who had come over.

Then, the veteran C-Class pushed the car door open and got out of the car.

He had to return to his house for 29 years and 11 months.

Now that you have started to repay the loan, you must sleep in it, otherwise, what is the point of repaying the loan?

Even if he could only sleep for two hours, he had to go home and sleep.

This is the insistence of the repayer.

"Tomorrow morning...... No, see you after dawn. ”

Ettmund waved at Esther.

"See you at dawn!"

Esther responded.

This time it's no longer polite, but a little more sincere.

Not only what Etdemund taught him, but also how he found Etdemund to be full of wisdom.

Although this kind of wisdom, most people do not understand.

"Stupid mortals."

Esther commented on those people.

Then, after seeing Aitdemund leave, he started the car and returned to his apartment.

He needs to write the report.

Two copies.

One is the 'shelter'.

One is the 'organization' given to him—

'Holy Serpent Society'!