Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 662: Chapter 62: An Additional Strange Promise_2

Jennifer did not deny that it was her doing, and in fact, she defended herself with confidence.

“You really are magnanimous.” @@novelbin@@

Jason responded, not quite sure whether to believe her or not.

How should one communicate with a mentally ill person?

Jason had thought about it for a long time but still had no answer.

In the end, he could only make a non-choice: to go with the flow.

...

However, the communication was still incredibly effortful.

In the recent conversation, Jennifer would one minute talk about how round the moon was, the next moment about how bright the sunshine was, and then about how noisy the wind was, her sentences filled with seven or eight different scenes.

At first, Jason could still keep up with her, but after two or three sentences, he mostly chose silence, only interjecting when necessary with: “Hmm? Ah? Is that so? Pretty good! Not bad!”

But under such perfunctory interaction, Jennifer showed no sign of stopping.

She went from trivial tangents to talking about her “hometown.”

A vast city with no boundaries.

“And the people there?”

“Most of them are fools, preferring to barely survive rather than fight bravely.”

“The way these fools die wailing in the end is just too saddening.”

Though she spoke of sadness, Jason saw excitement in Jennifer’s eyes.

“So?”

Jason interjected at just the right moment.

“So, I “encouraged” them, made them strive to live on.”

Jennifer had an expression on her face that said, ‘Aren’t I impressive? Praise me.’

At that moment, Jennifer took on the appearance of a mature woman, but with a hint of a little girl’s look on her face, it didn’t seem out of place but rather added a playful touch.

Yet Jason inexplicably felt his hair stand on end.

‘Encourage’?

What kind of ‘encouragement’?

Jason couldn’t help but speculate.

But one thing he was sure of was that Jennifer’s ‘encouragement’ was definitely not the kind he recognized, nor was it something ordinary people could accept.

It was not Jennifer’s style.

At the very least…

It meant mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Jason took a deep breath.

At that moment, Jennifer, propping her chin with her hand, tilted her head to look at Jason, and after shedding her playful demeanor, her eyes, like autumn waters, looked at Jason and emitted an intelligent aura.

“Do you want to know how I ‘encourage’ them?”

Jennifer’s aura became intellectual, her voice serene, without the previous clamor and joy.

There was reason and calmness.

Facing this side of Jennifer, Jason instinctively felt he could no longer continue with superficial words.

So, he straightened his posture, locked eyes unflinchingly with Jennifer, and then affirmed—

“I don’t want to know.”

“Even if you said you wanted to know, I also…”

The rational and calm Jennifer subconsciously began to speak after Jason did, but she realized something was amiss mid-sentence and it was too late to correct herself.

Her face slowly turned red.

Under the sunlight, such redness carried a different hue.

Then, Jennifer covered her face shyly.

But as her hand covered her face, Jason’s instincts ushered in a sense of wariness.

It was the instinct to respond to a crisis.

While Jason was preparing to take action, Jennifer had already lowered her hand, looking at Jason with reproach as if scolding him for not cooperating.

The sense of crisis flickered and passed.

But Jason’s vigilance continued to escalate.

He had realized that the ‘Witch’ in front of him wasn’t simply a mentally ill person.

It should be a personality disorder!

It was somewhat like a female pastry chef!

But different!

The female pastry chef exhibited a ‘switch’ between two personalities.

But the ‘Witch’ in front of him seemed like one main ‘personality’ commanding all the ‘subsidiary personalities.’

Jason didn’t know how the ‘Witch’ came to be in such a state, but he did know that he had to be extremely cautious, as this woman could turn violent at any moment.

“Don’t worry.”

“I am quite aware of myself, and though sometimes I want to tear you apart, I’ll try hard to control it.”

Jennifer said with a smile that would freeze the average person’s blood.

Luckily, Jason was no ordinary person.

He looked at the grinning ‘Witch’ very seriously and nodded.

“Self-restraint is the truest form of freedom.”

That’s what Jason said.

“Discipline leads to freedom?”

Jennifer blurted out this phrase, then the ‘Witch’ shook her head and with a seemingly casual yet somewhat nostalgic tone said, “It’s not innate in me, well, I can’t say it isn’t innate either, it’s just that I was normal back in my ‘hometown,’ you know? Like a normal person.”

Amid her jumbled speech, Jennifer was like a mad poet dancing a fragmented dance before Jason.

Her shoes kicked up quite a bit of debris.

Then, with a snapping rhythm, she suddenly stopped and flashed a neurotic smile.

She raised her finger to her temple.

“Just like this.”

“Brain matter is a bright red.”

“Do you want to see?”

While saying this, Jennifer lifted her hand and conjured a knife, starting to gesture around her head.

“I’ve seen it.”

Jason said indifferently.

“You’ve seen it?”

The neurotic Jennifer suddenly paused, her face breaking into a sweet smile again.

“Mhm, Jason, you understand me best.”

“Then you can also understand how I involuntarily assumed the role ‘suited for survival’ to protect myself, to become stronger, right?”