Fragrance!

A faint scent!

Jason lifted his leg and walked towards the place where the scent had come from: the ruins of the Moon Mask Club.

After taking a few steps on the ruins, Jason locked onto a piece of rubble.

"Is there a shovel?"

Jason shouted behind him.

"Yes!"

Finch pulled a shovel from a nearby gun carriage and ran.

This shovel is prepared for the trouble that the gun truck may encounter when moving, and it is a military product in the true sense, which is not only lightweight, but also very easy to use, especially the left half of the shovel, which can be used as a knife.

Taking the shovel and rejecting Finch's help, Jason dug cautiously.

The rubble was quickly cleared.

The carpet on the club's original floor was also cleared.

Then, there is the crumbling stone floor.

With each layer of cleaning, the fragrance becomes stronger.

Now, the smell tells Jason that the food is right in front of him.

Instead of choosing a shovel, Jason began to move the broken slabs by hand.

When a reasonably intact slate was removed, a palm-sized box appeared in front of Jason.

Like the slate, the wooden box had been shattered so much that Jason didn't need to open it to see what was inside.

One......

Scarecrow!

A scarecrow who should have had hands, feet, and a head when he was complete, but in the explosion, he was shattered.

The scent came from this smashing scarecrow.

Jason carefully picked up the broken scarecrow, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Do you want to eat grass?"

But immediately, such hesitation disappeared.

"It's so fragrant, I'm sure I can eat it."

"Take the 'holy water' and boil it, dip it in some ingredients, it's no problem."

Jason, who had made a decision in his heart, did not hesitate any longer, and directly put the scarecrow into the cowhide bag he carried with him.

He then walked towards Bundy, who had also come to the ruins and was surveying.

There are some professional things that he needs to ask the other party.

……

"Shhhh

With a brisk whistle, the man walked forward in the dense forest.

However, his brisk whistle suddenly stopped, and the whole person's footsteps were also stunned.

Although his whistle immediately returned to normal, and his steps became brisk again, there was a hint of surprise and ...... on his face under the shadows Twisted resentment.

"Huh."

"Jason, Jason."

"What an amazing apprentice!"

"The Black Lamb is supposed to dance for you."

"You deserve ......"

Sou!

The aria that was like a song was broken by the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

A crossbow bolt suddenly appeared from a distance.

By the time the voice sounded, the bolt had pierced the man's body and pierced into the trunk of a tree behind him.

The man looked down at the wound and couldn't help but laugh.

"Dan, you're still so sharp and fast."

The words fell, and the man fell straight to the ground.

Blood flowed from his corpse, infecting the surrounding land.

In an instant, the surrounding vegetation seemed to have encountered a highly poisonous poison, and it withered and withered.

Moreover, such withering and withering are still spreading rapidly.

But the next moment, a potion that fell from the sky organized these.

Syllable!

The test tube fell to the ground and was directly crushed.

The crystal liquid quickly neutralized the corpse's blood.

The withered, withered vegetation did not regenerate, but the diffuse was restrained.

A figure silently appeared next to the corpse.

After quickly examining the body, he waved his hand.

Call!

Flames erupted and covered the corpse.

In the raging flames, the corpse was set on fire.

A middle-aged man wearing leather armor, carrying two swords on his back, and wearing a cloak was clearly visible in the light of the fire.

"Another puppet ......"

"Shepherd!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and then turned his head to look in Lord's direction.

"What nonsense."

The middle-aged man said this, but his cold face softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the middle-aged man raised his hand again.

Suddenly, the flames vanished.

At the same time, the figure of the middle-aged man also disappeared.

……

'I can confirm that the explosion just now was more powerful than a bomb should be! ’

'It was supposed to be a dozen explosives exploding at the same time. ’

And, as I have checked, there are more traces of the club after the explosion – from the inside, not from the outside! ’

Back in the bachelor dormitory, Jason, sitting by the fire, was still thinking about Bundy's words.

He didn't care about the fact that there were bombs inside the club.

In places like that, it's common sense to have some weapons, and it's not surprising that a repairman has a wrench with him.

If not, Jason would be weird.

What really cared to him was-

"When attacking from the outside, the power of gunpowder weapons is greatly reduced, and attacking from the inside is ...... No, no, no, it shouldn't be said! ”

"It should be said that it is judged to be an item in the 'Moon Mask' club that can exert its due effect, and if it is not, it can only exert one-tenth of its original power, or even less."

"It's all done with it?"

Subconsciously, Jason looked at the iron pot being completely boiled by the 'holy water' scarecrow.

The scattered lines that tumbled with the soup reminded Jason of noodles.

The noodle soup is good.

But with toppings, it's even better.

The smell of the pot made Jason start to think about it.

So much so that he had to use great perseverance to pull back his thoughts.

"That's not right."

"If it could do that, the scent would be stronger, stronger than the monster Helken, not between the Submariner and the Kmetia."

Jason shook his head quickly.

After many food comparisons, he had already figured out the contrast between the flavor concentration of the food and the strength of the food.

The stronger the aroma, the more powerful the food.

Conversely, the weaker the food, the less fragrant it is.

"So ......"

"It's most likely some kind of coordinated ritual."

Thinking of this, Jason couldn't help but whisper to himself.

"A systematic profession, a mystical art that has been inherited, and a variety of rituals ......"

Obviously, the power of the 'mysterious side' is far more complex and weird than imagined.

Especially for a rookie like Jason.

He couldn't even tell whether the previous scene was using the power of 'profession' or the power of independence and disintegration.

Either way, though, Jason is looking forward to tomorrow's 'mystery gathering'.

He hoped that he would learn more about the 'Mystery Side' there.

Knowledge, hearsay, can be.

It would be better if there was information about the Moon Mask club.

Even though the Moon Mask Club is in ruins, Jason doesn't think that this is the end of it.

Because, from beginning to end, the characters who arranged all this were not aimed at him.

but to deal with his teacher.

He?

It's in passing.

It's just that it was before.

Right now?

The other party should have noticed him.

What will the other party do next?

And he ......

And what should I do?

A sense of urgency made Jason pick up the bowl.

The next moment-

Suck and suck.