Chapter 56 Willful Continuation

Behind the door, the light is bright.

The exquisite chandeliers on the ceiling are emitting light and blending with the afternoon sun, making the whole bistro look very bright and warm, and the people falling asleep on the table make this bright and warm, Feeling a little more lazy.

Anyone who sees this scene will feel sleepy unconsciously.

Not the influence of nature.

Rather, man-made!

Jason's experience and perception are telling him this.

Then, naturally, Jason's eyes turned to the only sober person in the room.

This is a white-haired man. The other party's eyes are sharp, and he can't hide it in the light and sunlight. There is an obvious scar on the 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 glass of wine shaking, looking at Jason who came in.

Although the other party was dressed in ordinary clothes and did not have a weapon, his aura was... powerful!

Seven times more than ordinary people's perception, so that Jason can clearly distinguish such a powerful.

The other party didn't have any hostile actions, just sitting there made Jason feel a little bit of pressure.

It's as if you're not seeing a single person.

Rather...

a wolf.

A lone wolf who walked alone in the forest, crossed the swamp, ran wild, and finally stepped on the cliff and howled to the moon.

Subconsciously, Jason's muscles began to tighten.

Although he just received an 'invitation'.

But due vigilance, Jason will not lose it.

Then, Jason stepped towards the other side.

The white-haired man sat there, waiting for Jason to approach. When the distance between Jason and himself was reduced to less than 2 meters, the white-haired man spoke first: "Jason?"

The other party asked as if to confirm. After Jason nodded and admitted,

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.

This kind of simplicity made the corners of the white-haired man's mouth curl up.

"any drinks?"

"My treat."

The white-haired man said.

"No, thanks."

Jason refused.

Just like the highly effective disinfectant effect of alcohol, it can also make people lose their ability to think calmly.

Jason didn't mind sanitizing with spirits, but he cared about his ability to think calmly.

"what a pity."

"Not drinking will be a big loss in your life."

The white-haired man shook his head and sighed.

"People always have to lose something before they understand how valuable they are."

Jason leaned back in the high-legged chair, said in a leisurely manner, and then looked directly at the other person.

No opening, but the meaning could not be more obvious.

Why did the other party 'invite' him.

The moment he was about to push the door, the whole pub fell into 'quiet', Jason didn't believe it was a coincidence, especially when he walked in, the other party called out his name.

Although it was a suspicious tone, the other party's eyes did not waver at all.

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

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

As for why?

Except for the previous 'Sabi Invasion', where he became a 'Ship Slayer', Jason couldn't think of anything else.

After learning the meaning of 'Ship Cutter' from Delbon's mouth, Jason knew that there must be more 'mysterious side people' to contact him, both to try and win.

Of course, there will be no shortage of hostility.

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

At least until now, the other party has not shown hostility.

"I'm curious."

"Curious about you, Jason."

"and also……"

"night guard."

The white-haired man looked at Jason and showed a kind smile. He said a little to himself: "Watching the night, in the dark, with a bright heart - this oath attracted me to come here."

The Night's Watch's Oath?

Jason was startled.

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

"What happened to it?"

Jason asked.

"It's good."

"After all, our philosophies coincide."

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

"Get to know, 'Silver Glory', Hunter Instructor."

The white-haired man said and introduced himself, but the other party did not introduce his name.

The mentor of Silver Glory?

Jason looked at each other suspiciously.

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

Different from 'Bronze Unyielding', 'Golden Wind' and 'Diamond Unbreakable'.

The 'Silver Glory', which called itself the 'Hunter', has long since fallen, and apart from the few remaining masters, there is no longer any vitality.

Therefore, for the few remaining masters, Jason was quite confident and asked.

There was not a single man with white hair and scars at the corners of his eyes.

Seeing the undisguised doubts 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 are the exception."

The white-haired man said, explaining—

"Da Da asked me about the 'Night Watch' organization, because it is too similar to 'Silver Glory' in some aspects, especially the 'Night Watch' is passed down from master to apprentice, hiding among the commoners , when people need us, we act in a way that's similar to our 'Silver Glory' in a way. So, after hearing what Kota said, I started looking through the data.' The Night's Watch' wants to make sure that the Night's Watch is an extension of us, knowing that some of the guys in 'Silver Glory' are just too headstrong, and there's no guarantee they won't do something like that."

"The results of it?"

Jason asked.

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

Because, when he said 'Night Watchman', he knew something similar would happen.

only……

Similar to "Silver Glory", but beyond his expectations.

"I would like to say that 'Night Watchmen' is a branch organization created by a senior of 'Silver Glory'. After all, there is a 'Ship Slayer'' 'Silver Glory' that will definitely attract more living forces to join it , which will keep the 'Silver Glory' going, but...I can't deceive someone who shares my beliefs."

"So, it turned out to be a pity, no."

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

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

Jason probed.

curious?

impossible.

An incognito retiree like this would never show up out of curiosity.

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

It will never appear swaggering like the other party.

"I'm a retired old guy, and I've lost my curiosity."

"And I'm here just wanting to do something that a 'outside' person should do."

As the other party said this, he threw a notebook with torn corners on the bar in front of Jason.

"I know those guys."

"Those guys also know me."

"We all know that each other is not a qualified 'mentor'."

"So, we choose to continue the 'Silver Glory' in a more appropriate way."

The white-haired man said so.

What would a notebook and a so-called continuation yield?

The carrier that records the secret technique of 'Silver Glory'?

Jason thought subconsciously, and surprise appeared on his face.

The white-haired man didn't care.

"Well, that's what you think."

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

"It's yours now."

After the white-haired man finished speaking, he drank the wine in the glass.

Then, turn around and walk out.

The footsteps did not stop, and after the door of the tavern closed, 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 frowned tightly and didn't touch the notebook.

The other party simply passed on the 'Glory of Silver' to him, just because the 'ideas' were similar?

This seems completely impossible to Jason who has lived in the "city that never sleeps" for a long time.

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

Profit always comes with blood.

To put it simply, if there is an inheritance like 'Silver Glory', in the 'City that Never Sleeps', there must be rivers of blood.

Habits are scary.

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

Just like Jason.

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

"Hello, guest."

"Sorry, I just fell asleep."

"What do you need?"

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

"Some of your snacks, don't drink alcohol."

Jason said.

"Okay, come right away."

Although it's a little strange for the guests who don't want alcohol in the tavern, this doesn't prevent the bartender from placing an order for Jason.

Snacks are also consumption.

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

The bartender with such an honest concept quickly noticed the empty wine glass on the seat next to Jason.

In his memory, there should be someone here who ordered a beer from him.

But the bartender couldn't remember exactly what that person looked like.

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

"Hello, do you know this guest?"

The bartender glanced at the tavern, looking for the vague figure in his memory, and after finding nothing, he had to seek Jason's help.

"do not know."

Jason answered very succinctly.

The bartender looked at the determined Jason, and in the end said nothing.

Although his memory was blurred, he still remembered that the guest came here alone.

"Feel sorry."

"You know, some people always have bad wine after drinking too much."

The bartender apologizes again.

Jason nodded in agreement.

About five minutes later, Jason took the tavern's snacks from the other party's hand: lard residue, sauced beef and sliced ​​ham.

"Total 32."

"Thank you for your patronage."

When the bartender quoted the price, Jason paid it truthfully.

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

He walked out of the tavern with the food.

Not choosing to look for a specific place, Jason ate as he walked.

Under the warm sunshine, the crispy lard slag made a crisp sound between the teeth. Each sound was a concerto of grease spreading on the tip of the tongue. The unique touch of lubrication made Jason couldn't help grabbing another handful and stuffing it in. mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

It's not fresh, but it's really delicious.

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

From the warmth of the stomach.

And the ham is a little more general.

Aside from the saltiness, Jason didn't taste more meaty, and while it was indeed supposed to be made of meat, it was more of a vermicelli.

"6 points, 5 points, 1 point."

Jason silently gave the score.

At the same time, his eyes kept scanning.

Compared to the morning, there were more people on the Street of Memories in the afternoon.

Much abnormal.

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

Most are loners, a few in groups.

The men and women were half and half dressed in different clothes, some were well-crafted, some were ordinary, but their expressions were the same, they were all so curious and cautious.

They walked on the "Street of Memories", and every time they passed a pavement on the street, they would cast their eyes of inquiry, but did not act.

Rather, it's a...comparison!

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 and Emily of the pulsar family are not the only ones.

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

"Foreseeers, always get the richest reports."

Jason couldn't help thinking.

Then, he added another sentence in his heart——

"In proportion to the danger!"

He has seen several guys watching these people just like him.

Unlike him, the eyes of these guys are focused on those who are well-dressed.

In response, Jason shrugged.

He didn't mind his own business.

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

Something for nothing?

How in the world could there be!

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

Suddenly, Jason frowned again.

In a sense, it's a no-brainer.

This feeling made Jason a little uncomfortable.

He's not used to it.

So he went to the public phone booth.

The call was made to the old instructor.

After two beeps, the call was connected.

"White hair? A scar on your face?"

"Hahaha, don't worry!"

"That guy is Livia, a good guy."

After the old instructor chatted for about three minutes, Jason finally took the opportunity to put down the phone.

Continue the 'Silver Glory'?

Jason thought, and suddenly he thought of something.

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