"Accommodation, as there is no single dormitory to arrange for the time being...... What, what do you say? ”

Teddy said to himself, most of his words came out of his mouth, and then he came back to his senses.

Immediately, the student president of St. Mungo's Academy completely ignored etiquette, so he turned around and knelt in the co-pilot position, looking at Jason, and his mouth kept confirming, "Really? ”

"Hmm."

For the sake of the three meals, Jason nodded loudly.

"That's great!"

The student council president couldn't help but cheer.

She had thought she would have to pay more to hire Jason.

I didn't expect it to be just an associate professor's treatment, no, the associate professor has a separate dormitory, but Jason doesn't need it, he needs to pay a salary and three meals.

When you think about it, it's a great deal!

Teddy doesn't mean that he has any contempt for the associate professor.

It's just that in St. Mungo's College, associate professors are common.

But the one who commands the actual combat?

Not a single one.

The female pastry chef on the side looked at her excited friend and opened her mouth to say something.

But in the end, after looking at Jason with anticipation in his eyes, he chose to be silent.

There are some things that are unfounded.

Still is......

It's good to have experienced it firsthand.

The female pastry chef silently comforted herself.

After the initial agreement, Tydi couldn't help but ask Jason.

"Mr. Jason, what would you do?"

"Fighting, shooting, equestrianism and cooking."

Since he agreed, Jason naturally would not regret it, and he said all the knowledge and skills he could teach.

"Great!"

"Although St. Mungo's Academy has some martial arts skills, it is more of a training nature, and it is difficult to have actual combat fighting skills."

"Equestrian, we've been in touch again."

"If I want to shoot, I'll find a way to apply to the school."

"Cooking?"

"Is it food for the battlefield?"

The student council president grew more and more excited.

She realized that her decision to hire Jason was too wise.

She didn't expect Jason to be so comprehensive, especially in terms of cooking, and she couldn't wait to try the food of the battlefield.

"Well, yes."

Jason nodded calmly.

The food he obtains is all hunted from the battle, and it is said that it is battlefield food, is there anything wrong?

Moreover, he tried not to eat it raw.

Most of the time it's cooked.

After adding seasoning, it is also very delicious.

"I'll help you go through the formalities tomorrow, and on the 3rd, you can enter the academy on your own."

"On weekends, St. Mungo's College also takes care of three meals for single faculty members."

The president of the schoolgirl council said.

Before returning to the 'Watch Dogs Pastry House', Jason listened quietly to what the other party had to say about the entire St. Mungo Academy.

I have a new understanding of the whole college.

"Goodbye."

"I'll send you the certificate and certificate tomorrow."

As Jason and the female pastry chef stepped out of the car, Tydi waved goodbye.

"See you tomorrow."

The female pastry chef said goodbye with a smile.

Then, looking at the sun that had been setting in the west, he walked towards his shop full of energy.

The surrounding cordon has been removed, the glass has been quickly installed under Edward's orders, and some cracked walls are being repaired.

The confectionery shop is full of raw materials, so you don't need to buy them.

However, before making the pastries, the female pastry chef took Jason to the second floor.

There are a total of three rooms on both sides of the second floor.

Two small and one large.

There is another one at the end of the hallway.

"This is Evelyn's room and I."

"This is the room of my deceased parents."

"I'll clean up, you live here for the time being."

The female pastry chef said, pointing to the large room.

"Where is it?"

Jason didn't move, instead pointing to the room at the end of the hallway.

"It's a utility room, it's messy......"

"I live there."

Jason interrupted the female pastry chef and walked straight to the room at the end of the hallway.

Staying in the room of the other person's deceased parents?

Jason's principles made it impossible for him to do it.

The two sides had no more contact before this, and the other party was able to let him stay temporarily, which was already the result of various reasons.

He shouldn't have to take an inch.

So, the utility room is the best option.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason, who pushed open the door of the utility room and began to tidy up, a little stunned.

She felt more and more that Jason was different.

Then, she thought of what makes Jason the most different-

I can eat it!

"I'm going to make dinner."

Thinking of Jason's appetite, the female pastry chef spoke, and immediately turned around and went downstairs.

Jason didn't raise his head to tidy up the utility room in front of him, which was much larger than he expected.

Boxes and boxes of miscellaneous items are piled up, occupying most of the utility room.

The rest of the place is a table and a chair.

There is a lamp on the table.

There are drawers under the table.

There is no lock.

Jason raised his hand and touched the table.

A thick layer of ash.

But there wasn't much ash on the chair.

"Anyone has ever sat and rested here?"

Jason thought.

It's not a strange thing, it's common sense to sit down and rest when you're tired when you're tidying up the utility room, especially if you're two girls with average physical strength.

That's why the tables are full of dust and the chairs are less dusty.

Without much thought, Jason began to move the boxes.

He needed to make room for a blanket.

If he could, he would like to be able to make a simple bed out of the boxes full of miscellaneous items.

It's not a simple thing.

He needs to make sure that the box is sturdy and that there is enough space.

The latter is particularly important.

After trying it twice, Jason's gaze couldn't help but look at the desk.

There is no doubt about how sturdy the desk is.

The height is equivalent to two boxes stacked, and a slightly uneven place can be padded with books or bricks.

Thinking of this, Jason immediately took action.

He clutched his desk and prepared to move.

But when his hand reached behind the desk, he felt his fingers touch something else.

Hard, thick.

Vellum?

Jason was stunned.

With a little force, he moved the entire desk out of the position against the wall.

When I turned around, I saw a brown paper bag taped to the back of the desk.

After a closer inspection, to confirm that there was no danger, Jason raised his hand.

Sting.

Pulling the tape, the kraft paper bag was pulled off.

The kraft paper bag was not sealed, and Jason, who was holding the paper bag, could clearly see that there were dense small notes inside.

It's the kind of paper that is made up of different pieces of intact paper, shredded small strips of paper.

Thick on top of each other, holding up the entire kraft paper bag.

Jason frowned and poured out the little notes.

I saw the same words written on every note—

Don't trust my sister!

Don't trust my sister!

Don't trust my sister!

……