Chapter 60: New menu login

A large number of monster bodies?
Sample is also OK?
Is a ‘night watchman’?
‘Cormorant’?
still is……
'Doctors'?
Two weird conditions made Sir Beta unconsciously guess, and then the old jazz, who was not obscured by the news, suddenly thought of the special consultant recently hired by the police station.
Plus the existence of Tanil.
Almost instantly, the old jazz confirmed Jason's identity.
"A night watchman?"
"Which stubborn, stubborn old guy's apprentice?"
"Ellot? Alder? Kirk? Or ..."
"Dan?"
When the old jazz thought of the ‘night watchers’ in his memory, his temples could not help swelling and pain.
It ’s not that these ‘night watchers’ are villains.
On the contrary, each of these ‘night watchmen’ can be called a good person with principles.
However,
Those principles.
Doomed them not to be liked by any senior.
I don't know what to do.
Stubborn.
This is what all insiders say about the 'night watchman'.
Yes,
Is precisely because of this.
They are worthy of trust.
Informed civilians call them heroes wandering in the dark.
And he?
Prefers to call these stubborn guys under the dark ...
Knight!
Calling.
The old jazz took a deep breath and looked softly at Jason.
"I know."
"You go back to the room first."
"I will let Eric send the compensation later."
After speaking, the old jazz nodded at Jason again and walked towards the underground hall.
Jason stared at the back of the old jazz.
Just now, the change in the other party's expression didn't hide Jason who was keenly aware.
"I guessed my identity, so ..."
"Become trusted?"
"Is it because of the night watchman?"
Jason thought silently.
Jason is not surprised about being guessed.
It is impossible to hold such a "mysterious rally" in Lord City if it is not a powerful and well-informed generation.
On this basis, it is even simpler to know Tanier's identity.
Tanier's character is destined that the seemingly good "disguise" is to give.
Speculates on Tanil's identity, and his identity is clear at a glance.
However, what Jason cares about more is ...
Advancement of 'night watchman'.
It seems that everyone knows, but he, the ‘night watchman’, does n’t know.
"What's the advancement of 'night watchman'?"
Jason took this idea, carrying the loot, and returned to the room he had just used.
The fire has not been completely extinguished.
After adding some charcoal, pour water into the iron pan again.
Jason waited quietly for the arrival of ‘food’.
However, while waiting, his eyes were always unconsciously attracted by weapons that exuded "scent".
Loot is divided into two stacks.
A stack of firearms, swords, etc. without any taste.
There are two other swords with a scent of food.
One dagger, one long sword.
Obviously, it is extremely difficult to incorporate certain characteristics of food into weapons.
Jason couldn't help but picked up the dagger.
This dagger has sharpness and ... ice cold that no ordinary dagger has.
He clearly remembered that when the dagger passed over his throat, the feeling of freezing all over his body.
Class magic weapon!
There is no doubt about this.
"It's just ..."
"I don't know, how does it taste?"
"I lick it, should it be okay?"
After such thoughts flowed into his heart, when Jason recovered, his tongue was already licked at the spine of the dagger.
Ice cold.
Is a bit sweet.
It seems ...
Old popsicle.
Couldn't help it, Jason just slammed hard.
The cold sweetness diffused in the mouth, so that Jason, who was tired after the battle, was instantly refreshed.
The dagger in his hand seemed to have lost the most important support plate, and began to become rusty and decaying.
[Swallow a little Eisent (Inspector) (Essence)! 】
【Physical strength and energy recovery greatly! 】
【Fatness +5! 】
【Fatness: 8】
Uh ...
The text in front of him gave Jason endless impetus. He picked up the long sword and stuck out his tongue, and licked it up.
Ma Ma.
Spicy.
Has a unique fragrance ...
Spicy strips!
He couldn't help but took a bite. Fortunately, the last point of reason told Jason that he would never do it if he didn't want to be a nick.
But eating spicy sticks, it is too uncomfortable to only let it not chew.
"I need an iron body!"
"at least……"
"My lips, teeth, tongue, the whole mouth is harder than steel!"
Involuntary Jason had such thoughts in his heart
[Swallowing a little Kilgard (the net keeper) (essence)! 】
【Physical strength and energy recovery greatly! 】
【Fatness +8! 】
【Fatness: 16】
Uh ...
When the taste disappeared, the long sword also decayed.
And the increase in satiety again made Jason completely relieved.
Although the battle was not long, he suffered 6 fatal injuries.
Especially the first few times, it is really down-to-earth.
That taste is absolutely uncomfortable.
But, no matter how ...
Is better than death?
Was able to survive, and Jason was already satisfied.
Therefore, those pains can be tolerated.
Of course, Jason is still vigilant.
Because, he could not confirm that the people just now were all coveted by the "Helke Elixir".
Who can guarantee that there will not be one or two guys hiding in the dark?
And such a guy is really difficult to tangle.
Therefore, more fullness is a must.
The next moment, Jason put it together with the dagger ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Then, began to carefully check those unscented weapons.
He expects to discover what is hidden in the ‘food’.
Unfortunately, no.
Is something that is fairly good among ordinary weapons.
Is even not as good as the wide-blade short-handed machete in his hand.
In fact, after the battle just now, this machete has become Jason's melee weapon. After being wiped thinly, Jason hung it on the waist side.
More weapons appeared on the body, which made Jason inconvenient.
"I need a weapon belt."
"Able to place the MF92 under the armpits on both sides and fix the 'Winchester Brothers' and UZ submachine guns to the back."
"And on both sides of the waist, you need to be able to flexibly fix the medicine purse and the broad-blade short-handle chopper."
Jason outlined a rough design in his mind.
Is not complicated.
But still need a skilled craftsman, tailor-made.
Jason immediately thought of Tanier.
The other party should obviously know some of these people.
Just when Jason was thinking, an unprecedented rich fragrance appeared in his nose.
Unable to help, Jason looked in the direction of the door.
Had sounded the footsteps of the old jazz servant and the squeaking of the wheels in his ear.
Tread, tread.
Squeak, squeak.
The sound of footsteps and the sound of wheels come together.
But when this sound was about to reach the door, it disappeared in an instant.
Only left,
Low choked, sobbing sound.
And this voice,
From ...
Him,
Behind me.