The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 646: The Continuation of Willfulness

Chapter 646: Chapter 56: The Continuation of Willfulness

Behind the door, the light was bright.

The ceiling’s exquisite chandelier was radiating light that merged with the afternoon sun, giving the whole tavern a bright and warm look, and the people asleep on the tables added a lazy feeling to the warmth and brightness.

Anyone who saw this scene would feel drowsy unconsciously.

It wasn’t a natural influence.

It was artificial!

Jason’s experience and perception were telling him this.

Then, quite naturally, Jason’s gaze was drawn to the only sober person inside the place.

The man had white hair, a sharp look in his eyes that couldn’t be concealed by the light or the sunshine, and there was a noticeable scar on his left eye, stretching from his forehead to his cheek, which gave him an imposing presence.

Although the man was dressed ordinarily and wasn’t carrying any weapons, his aura… was powerful!

Perception seven times greater than that of an ordinary person allowed Jason to clearly discern this strength.

There was no hostility in the man’s actions, but just sitting there gave Jason a bit of pressure.

It was as if he wasn’t looking at a person.

But rather…

A wolf.

A lone wolf that roams through forests, crosses swamps, races across the wilderness, and eventually stands on a clifftop, howling at the moon.

Subconsciously, Jason’s muscles began to tense.

Although he had just received an “invitation.”

But the necessary caution, Jason wouldn’t discard.

Then, Jason stepped towards the man.

The white-haired man was sitting there, waiting for Jason to approach, and when Jason got within less than 2 meters of him, the white-haired man was the first to speak, “Jason?” R̃ΑΝȯΒΕ§

It seemed like he was confirming, and once Jason nodded in acknowledgment, the man immediately pointed to the chair beside him.

"Sit.”

He invited.

Jason didn’t hesitate, and just like that, went over and sat down next to the man.

This decisiveness made the corner of the white-haired man’s lips curl up.

"What would you like to drink?”

"I’m buying,” the white-haired man said.

"Thank you, but no need,” Jason refused.

Just like alcohol’s efficient disinfecting capability, it can also make a person rapidly lose their ability to think calmly.

Jason didn’t mind disinfecting with strong spirits, but he cared about his ability to think clearly.

"What a pity.”

"Not drinking will be a great loss in your life,” the white-haired man said, shaking his head and sighing.

"A person always has to lose something to understand the value of what they have,” Jason said, half-leaning in the high-legged chair, speaking with a relaxed manner and then looking straight at the man.

He didn’t speak, but his meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Why the man had “invited” him here.

Just as he was about to push the door open, the entire bar fell into ‘silence,’ and Jason didn’t believe it was a coincidence, especially when the other party called out his name as he walked in.

Though the tone was one of doubt, the other party’s gaze didn’t waver in the slightest.

Clearly, the other party was certain he was Jason.

And that they showed up here was naturally because they were waiting for him.

As for why?

Beyond the earlier ‘Sabie Aliens invasion’ and him becoming the ‘Ship Slayer,’ Jason couldn’t think of anything else.

After learning from Tel about the significance of ‘Ship Slayer,’ Jason knew that more ‘Mystical Side individuals’ would come into contact with him, some probing, others attempting to recruit.

Of course, hostility wouldn’t be absent either.

The silver-haired man before him likely belonged to the former group.

At least until now, the man had shown no hostility.

"I am very curious.”

"Curious about you, Jason.”

"And

"The Night Watcher.”

The silver-haired man looked at Jason, revealing a kind smile, and said somewhat to himself, “Guarding the night, standing in the darkness, with a heart of light—this oath drew me here.”

The oath of the Night Watcher?

Jason was taken aback.

The answer from the silver-haired man was somewhat unexpected, but Jason maintained a calm exterior.

"What about it?”

Jason asked.

"It’s doing well.”

"After all, our ideals align perfectly.”

Upon saying this, the silver-haired man paused, then showed a sincere smile.

"Let’s get acquainted, ‘Silver’s Glory,’ Hunter instructor.”

The silver-haired man introduced himself, yet he didn’t share his own name.

Silver’s Glory’s instructor?

Jason eyed him with a hint of suspicion.

In Delbon’s descriptions of ‘Silver’s Glory,’ there wasn’t anyone who matched the appearance of the man before him.

Unlike ‘Copper’s Resilience,’ ‘Golden Wind,’ and ‘Undying Diamond.’

The self-proclaimed ‘Hunter’ of ‘Silver’s Glory’ had long since declined, with no new active members aside from a few remaining Masters.

Thus, Jason had thoroughly inquired about those few remaining Masters.

Among them, there was not a single white-haired man with a scar at the corner of his eye.

Seeing the unmistakable doubt in Jason’s eyes, the silver-haired man immediately explained:

"Retired.”

"As a retired old fellow, I no longer have a name, nor do I wish my name to be remembered by anyone, much less to appear in most people’s field of vision.”

After speaking, the silver-haired man gestured towards the slumbering patrons around them.@@novelbin@@

"Of course.”

"You are an exception, Jason.”

The silver-haired man said, continuing to explain—

"Koda once inquired about the organization ‘Night Watcher’ because in some respects, it is just too similar to ‘Silver’s Glory,’ especially the way the ‘Night Watcher’ is passed down from master to apprentice, hidden among the common folk, stepping forward when people are in need— in some ways, it is identical to our ‘Silver’s Glory.’ Thus, after hearing Koda’s story, I started to scour through documents in search of the ‘Night Watcher,’ to confirm whether the ‘Night Watcher’ was an extension of our own, knowing that some individuals in ‘Silver’s Glory’ could be quite willful, and it wasn’t beyond them to do such a thing.”