Behind the door, the light is bright.

The delicate chandelier on the ceiling is emitting light and blending with the afternoon sun, making the whole tavern look very bright and warm, and the people who are crawling on the table to fall asleep make this brightness and warmth a little more lazy.

People who see this scene will unconsciously feel sleepy.

It's not a natural influence.

Rather, artificial!

Jason's experience, his perception, told him this.

Then, naturally, Jason's gaze turned to the only one in the tube who was awake.

This is a white-haired man, the other party's eyes are sharp, and he can't hide it in the light and sunlight, and there is a visible scar on his left eye, from the forehead to the cheek, which makes the other party look imposing.

At this moment, the other party was sitting outside the bar, holding a wine glass and shaking, looking at Jason who walked in.

Although the other party was dressed ordinarily and did not bring weapons, his aura was ...... Powerful!

Seven times more perceptual than ordinary people, Jason can clearly distinguish such power.

The other party didn't make any hostile moves, just sitting there made Jason feel a little pressure.

As if it weren't seeing a person.

But......

A wolf.

A lone wolf that walks alone in the forest, through the swamp, gallops through the wild, and finally steps on the cliff and roars at the moon.

Subconsciously, Jason's muscles began to tighten.

Although he has just received an 'invitation'.

But due vigilance, Jason will not lose it.

Then, Jason walked towards the other man.

The white-haired man sat there, waiting for Jason to approach, and when the distance between Jason and himself narrowed to less than 2 meters, the white-haired man took the lead in speaking: "Jason? ”

The other party asked as if in confirmation, and after Jason nodded in acknowledgement, he immediately pointed to the chair next to him.

"Sit."

The other party invited.

Jason didn't hesitate, just walked over and sat next to the other party.

Such a crispness made the corners of the white-haired man's mouth curl.

"Drink something?"

"I'm in for a treat."

The white-haired man said.

"Thanks, no."

Jason refused.

Just like the effective disinfecting effect of alcohol, it can also make people quickly lose the ability to think calmly.

Jason doesn't mind sterilizing with spirits, but he cares about his ability to think calmly.

"It's a shame."

"If you don't drink, it's going to be a big loss in your life."

The white-haired man shook his head and sighed.

"People have to lose something to understand the preciousness of what they have gained."

Jason said in a leisurely posture as he half-leaned back in his high-legged chair, and then he looked directly at the other man.

There was no opening, but the meaning could not be more obvious.

Why did the other party 'invite' him to come.

The moment he was about to push the door open, the tavern fell silent, and Jason didn't believe it could be a coincidence, especially when he walked in and his name was called.

Although it was a puzzled tone, the other party's gaze did not waver in the slightest.

Obviously, the other party is sure that he is Jason.

And the other party appeared here, naturally waiting for him.

As for why?

Aside from the previous 'Sabi Invasion' and his becoming a 'Ship Slayer', Jason has no other ideas.

After learning the meaning of the 'shipcutter' from Delbon's mouth, Jason knew that there would be more 'mysterious people' to contact him, both tempting and wooing.

Of course, there will be no shortage of hostility either.

The white-haired man in front of him should be the former.

At least so far, the other side has not shown hostility.

"I'm curious."

"Curious about you, Jason."

"And ......"

"The Night Watch."

The white-haired man looked at Jason with a kind smile, and he said with some self-sufficiency: "Keeping watch at night, being in the dark, and having light in my heart—this oath drew me here." ”

The Night's Watchman's Oath?

Jason was stunned.

The white-haired man's answer in front of him was a little unexpected, but Jason remained calm on the surface.

"What's wrong with it?"

Jason asked.

"It's good."

"After all, we share the same philosophy."

Speaking of this, the white-haired man paused, and then, the other party showed a sincere smile.

"Meet the Silver Glory, Mentor Hunter."

The white-haired man introduced himself as he spoke, but the other party did not introduce his name.

Mentor of Silver Glory?

Jason looked at each other with a slight suspicion.

In Delbon's account of the 'Glory of Silver', there is no one in the 'Glory of Silver' who matches the appearance of the white-haired man in front of him.

Unlike 'Unyielding Copper', 'Wind of Gold' and 'Indestructible Diamond'.

The 'Silver Glory', which calls itself the 'Hunter', has long since fallen, and apart from the few remaining masters, there is no living power left.

Therefore, for the few remaining masters, Jason was quite convinced to ask.

Among them was not a man with gray hair and scars on the corners of his eyes.

Seeing the undisguised doubt in Jason's eyes, the white-haired man immediately explained:

"Retired."

"As a retired old guy, I don't have a name, and I don't want my name to be remembered by anyone, let alone appear in the eyes of most people."

After speaking, the white-haired man pointed to the sleeping guests around him.

"Of course."

"Jason, you're the exception."

The white-haired man said, explaining—

"Dad once asked me about the 'Night Watch' because it is so similar to the 'Silver Glory' in some ways, especially since the 'Night Watch' is passed down from master to apprentice, hidden among the common people, and when people need us, we will stand up and behave in a way that is in a way similar to our 'Silver Glory'. So, after hearing what Koda said, I started looking through the information to find out if the Night's Watch was an extension of us, knowing that some of the guys in Silver Glory were too headstrong to be sure they wouldn't do such a thing. ”

"The result?"

Jason asked.

He didn't complain about the old instructor's talk.

Because, when he said 'Night Watch,' he knew something similar was going to happen.

It's just that......

It was similar to the 'glory of silver,' but it was beyond his expectations.

"I'd love to say that the 'Night's Watch' is a branch created by some of the predecessors of the 'Silver Glory', after all, the 'Silver Glory' of a 'Ship Slayer' will definitely attract more living forces to join it, which will make the 'Silver Glory' continue, but ...... I can't fool someone who shares the same beliefs as me. ”

"So, it turned out to be a pity, yes."

The white-haired man spread out his hands and smiled helplessly.

"And then, you still appeared in front of me out of curiosity?"

Jason tentatively.

Curious?

Impossible.

An incognito retiree like this would never appear out of curiosity.

Even, they will deliberately avoid anything that reveals their identity and stay away from places where accidents may occur.

Definitely not like the other party, swaggering appearance.

"I'm a retired old fellow, and I've long since lost my curiosity."

"And I'm here just to do something that a 'wanderer' should do."

As he spoke, he threw a torn notebook at the bar in front of Jason.

"I know those guys."

"Those guys know me, too."

"We all know that we are not qualified 'mentors' for each other."

"Therefore, we have chosen to continue the 'glory of silver' in a more appropriate way."

The white-haired man said.

What will come out of a notebook and a so-called continuation?

A record of the 'Silver Glory' mystic art?

Jason thought subconsciously, and surprise appeared on his face.

The white-haired man was unimpressed.

"Well, that's what you think."

"You can study, give it to others to study, or throw it away."

"It's yours."

After the white-haired man finished speaking, he drank all the wine in his cup.

Then, he turned around and walked out.

There was no pause in the footsteps, and after the sound of the tavern door closing, the other party disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was Jason, who was sitting outside the bar, and the notebook in front of Jason.

Jason's brow furrowed, not touching the notebook.

The other party passed on the 'Silver Glory' to him so simply, just because the 'concept' was similar?

This seemed completely impossible to Jason, who had been living in the 'City That Never Sleeps' for quite some time.

The 'city that never sleeps' is full of deceit.

Interests are always accompanied by blood.

To put it simply, if a inheritance like 'Silver Glory' appears, it must be a river of blood in the 'City That Never Sleeps'.

Habits are terrible.

It changes not only a person's rhythm, but also the perception of things.

That's how Jason was engraved.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, he confirmed that the notebook in front of him was not touched by any man, and then when the people around him gradually began to wake up, he put the notebook away.

"Hello guests."

"I'm sorry, I just fell asleep."

"What do you need?"

The bartender at the bar woke up and said immediately after seeing Jason.

"You have some snacks, don't drink."

Jason said.

"Okay, right away."

While it's a bit strange for guests who don't want alcohol in the tavern, that doesn't stop the bartender from placing an order for Jason.

Snacks are also consumption.

As long as it is consumed, it is a guest.

The bartender, with such a simple idea, quickly noticed the empty wine glass in the seat next to Jason.

In his memory, there must have been someone here who was right and ordered him a beer.

But what that man looked like, the bartender couldn't remember it clearly.

Of course, more importantly, the other party did not pay!

"Hello, do you know this guest?"

The bartender scanned the tavern, looking for a vague figure in his memory, and when he found nothing, he had to seek Jason's help.

"I don't know."

Jason replied very dryly.

The bartender looked at the determined Jason and ended up saying nothing.

Although his memory was blurry, he remembered that the guest had come here alone.

"I'm sorry."

"You know, some people are always bad at drinking after they drink too much."

Sorry again from the bartender.

Jason nodded in agreement.

About five minutes later, Jason took the tavern's snacks from the other's hands: lard residue, beef in sauce, and sliced ham.

"32 in total."

"Thank you for your patronage."

When the bartender quoted the price, Jason paid the truth.

For Jason, who just accepted the 'apology', there is no shortage of money.

He walked out of the tavern with the food.

Without choosing to find a specific place, Jason ate as he walked.

In the warm sun, the crispy lard residue made a crunchy sound between his teeth, each sound was a concerto of grease spreading on the tip of the tongue, and the unique touch of lubrication made Jason can't help but grab another handful and stuff it into his mouth.

Crunchy.

It's not freshly cooked, but it's delicious.

The sauce beef is also cold, but the flavor has a unique warmth in the sun.

Warmth from the stomach.

And the ham is a bit average.

Jason didn't taste any more meat other than the saltiness, although it was indeed supposed to be made of meat, but more of a flour paste.

"6 points, 5 points, 1 point."

Jason silently gave the score.

At the same time, his gaze was constantly glancing.

Compared to the morning, there are more people on the 'Memory Street' in the afternoon.

Abnormal much.

There are young people, there are middle-aged people, and there are old people.

Most of them are solitary travelers, and a few are in groups.

The men and women were dressed differently, some were well-made, some were ordinary, but their expressions were the same, they were all so curious and cautious.

They walked down the 'Street of Memories', and every time they passed the shops on a street, they cast inquiring eyes, but they did not act.

Rather, it's going on...... Compare!

It's not a comparison of which store looks better.

Which is more mysterious!

Undoubtedly, there are always many smart people in the world.

The second son of the Polon family and Emily are not the only ones.

There were many more people who understood what they should do before the old general officially announced the 'invasion of the Sabitians' and the 'mysterious side'.

"The prophet is always able to get the richest debriefing."

Jason couldn't help but think.

Then, he added in his heart-

"Proportional to the danger!"

He could already see a few guys watching these people like he did.

Unlike him, the guys' eyes were focused on those who were dressed in extraordinary clothes.

Jason shrugged his shoulders.

He wasn't nosy.

Since you have decided to look for opportunities, you naturally have to take risks.

Something that doesn't work?

How could there be anything in the world!

Jason thought so firmly, but he immediately thought of the note the white-haired man had given him.

Suddenly, Jason frowned again.

In a sense, this is also a gratitude.

This feeling made Jason a little uncomfortable.

He's not used to that.

So he walked to the public phone booth.

The phone was dialed to the old instructor.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

"Gray hair? Got a scar on your face? ”

"Hahaha, don't worry!"

"That guy is Livia, and he's a good guy."

After about three minutes of talking about the old instructor, Jason finally saw the opportunity to put down the phone.

Continuing the 'Glory of Silver'?

Jason pondered, and suddenly something occurred to him.