The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 719 -85: Finally Takes the Stage

The 30-meter-long Light Sword pierced through both the door and the person directly.

But there was no sound of flesh being cut, only the distinctive noise of fabric being torn.

Rip!

Tattered cloth and wood shavings danced in the air.

The shadowy figure appeared once again.

Now, they stood about 5 meters away from the hospital room door, lightly clapping their hands.

...

Clap clap clap.

"Indeed worthy of being ‘Ship Slayer’ Jason, Your Excellency.”

"To be so vigilant, even with such severe injuries.”

The visitor’s voice was sing-song and carried a distinctive intonation.

It wasn’t natural.

It was a disguise.

Using intonation and pauses to conceal their real voice.

Step, step step.

The sound of footsteps emerged from the hospital room, and Jason’s tall figure, wrapped in bandages, appeared at the doorway.

Click.

Jason raised his hand and pressed the light switch on the wall.

In an instant, the light bulb’s glow dispelled the surrounding darkness, stretching Jason’s shadow to its limits, casting it over the floor in front of the uninvited guest.

This had originally been the location where the visitor stood.

As the switch was activated, the visitor began to retreat.

Clearly, they did not wish their true face to be discovered.

"Is concealment still necessary?”

Jason stood at the hospital room entrance, eyes piercing as he looked into the darkness.

His eyes seemed to have already penetrated the real identity hidden within the dark.

But the uninvited visitor thought otherwise.

"Of course, it’s necessary.”

"I don’t like being in the limelight.”

"That has been the case for many years.”

The figure chuckled lightly.

"Many years ago?”

"Was it before you became Edward’s butler, or after?”

"Mr. Findelter.”

Jason spoke indifferently.

His tone was calm, yet it struck like thunder.

An anxious breath came from the darkness.

Although fleeting, it was unmistakably evident to the two of them.

After about a second of silence, the uninvited visitor did not continue to evade the light. They took a step forward, walking into the area illuminated by the light.

A familiar face entered Jason’s view.

There was no tailcoat, no white gloves, nor a pocket watch.

However, the silvery hair was still meticulously groomed.

Paired with the black attire, similar to hunting gear, the present Mr. Findelter exuded an even sharper aura.

Especially when Findelter’s gaze fell on Jason.

The gentle look from his memories had long since turned as sharp as blades.

"When did you discover it?”

Findelter asked in a deep voice.

The deep wrinkles on his face made his expression even more incisive.

"Just now.”

Jason answered.

"Just now?”

"Was it the ‘Angel Envoy’s’ last ‘peculiarity’ that made you aware of my presence?”

Findelter frowned.

He found it hard to believe that Jason could have detected such ‘peculiarities.’

Although these ‘peculiarities’ did exist, discovering them was almost impossible because they involved many ‘ritual’ powers.

Not only directed at the ‘Angel Envoy,’ but also concealing himself.

What’s more, both elements supported each other.

It was a case of 1+1 > 2.

If Jason really could detect him in such a state, Findelter’s plans would never have succeeded, and he’d have been discovered long ago.

"I fought with the ‘Angel Envoy’; I did detect its ‘peculiarity,’ but I wasn’t sure that ‘peculiarity’ was your doing, I could only confirm that someone was up to mischief.”

Jason stated the facts as he saw them.

This increased Findelter’s curiosity.

Even the old butler’s face showed such curiosity.

The sharpness diminished under this curious gaze.

"When was that?”

"You’re not going to say it was the moment I pushed the door, are you?”

The butler asked with a smile.

The already fading sharpness disappeared completely under this smile.

"I have a habit of thinking and reflecting.”

"Every time something significant happens, I contemplate and recall what has recently transpired.”

"Most times, there is no gain, but occasionally there are rewards.”

"And after just waking up, I thought and reflected out of habit, and then, I found myself thinking of

"Edward.”

Jason slowly mentioned the name of the once influential figure of Cherry City, even a former King of Cherry City.

Facing his former employer and provider, the old butler remained smiling, standing there quietly without saying another word, waiting for Jason to continue.

"How did Edward acquire power from the Mystical Side?”

"The records are very vague; nobody knows what really happened.”

"It could only be roughly deduced that after squandering his fortune, he gained something akin to ‘mystic side knowledge.’

Jason relayed the information he had gathered earlier.

"What is it?”

"Is something wrong?”

The old butler voiced his puzzlement.

"Of course, it’s wrong!”

Mystic side knowledge’ is hard to come by, and even for us ‘mystical side folk,’ acquiring relevant knowledge is very difficult.”

"How much more difficult would it be for an ordinary person?”

"I had speculated, but there was also a bit of oversight — being a ‘mystic side person’ myself, I unconsciously overlooked the true difficulty until I met Bolun.”

Jason said, shifting his stance a bit.

He moved from standing upright to leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Bolun is one of those with an exceptionally high talent that I’ve ever seen.”

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