I need to seriously study!
With these thoughts whirling in his heart, Delbon wrote even faster.
He needed to slightly expand the list.
After all, this time, the people he was inviting were not only for the "Assaulter" corpses but also included some "big shots."
If he could establish a connection with these big shots through this "trade," that would be great!
If I can think of this, why can't Jason Your Excellency think of it?
Could this be Jason Your Excellency's deeper thoughts?
Thinking of this, Delbon couldn't help but raise his head to look at Jason, his face filled with admiration.
Jason frowned, looking at Delbon whose face was replete with admiration.
He really wanted to tell the other party, you're overthinking it.
However, after a brief thought, Jason said nothing and instead turned to load the "Assaulter's" corpse onto the refrigeration truck.
Jason did not shun contact with the Mystical Side of this world.
Not just the potential "knowledge."
The dagger Vince traded to him was enough to suggest that the Mystical Side of this world should have a quite ample "food storage."
Otherwise, a knight who had not truly been on a battlefield could not possibly own such a weapon.
Of course, it's also possible that Vince's family situation is special and his talent exceptional.
But precisely because of this, he should come into contact with the upper echelons of the Mystical Side.
95% of resources are always controlled by 5% of the population.
Jason had not forgotten this saying.
Just as he had not forgotten Larson's corpse.
After picking up the other party's head and bringing it back to the refrigeration truck along with the body, Jason raised his hand, and it was a "Protection Against Evil"!
Vince did not believe the "Copper's Resolve" warriors could betray.
Although Jason had seen and personally experienced betrayal, his doubt was not much less than Vince's.
He could be sure that something he did not know had happened.
And what's the most likely possibility?
Almost subconsciously, Jason thought of many things.
And immediately, Jason's guess was confirmed.
The Master-level "Protection Against Evil," with its unique force field surrounding Larson's body, caused the lifeless body to shake several times.
An ethereal figure appeared above Larson's body.
But a Sabie Alien with a grotesque face and mouthparts.
The moment the phantom appeared, it roared incessantly at Jason.
Behind his mask, the corner of Jason's mouth twitched upward.
The best-case scenario had occurred!
Larson had been parasitized!
Even after death, the effects of parasitism still lingered!
Which means the scene just now was seen by the other party, and it's very likely that it was transmitted to its kin.
This is just too good!
Facing him, who could see through disguises, what would the Sabie Aliens do?
They would certainly send a continuous stream of soldiers to kill him.
These soldiers would necessarily come with full equipment!
Jason's eyes gleamed, but as he looked at the phantom before him, he spoke with a tone of faint scorn.
"A worm sticking its head out."
As he finished speaking, Jason cast another "Protection Against Evil."
The Master-level "Glyph Replication" granted Jason an extra "Protection Against Evil," which he slammed onto the phantom.
In an instant, the phantom vanished into smoke.
However, Jason was sure the other party had heard his scornful words.
As long as they were heard, Jason was certain the self-regarded powerful Sabie Aliens would be furious.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
But it was not enough.
He needed to make everything more secure.
The next moment, Jason looked towards Cortana.
Cortana noticed his gaze the moment it shifted towards her, because even while she was helping Jason apply for honors, she kept an eye on him.
Watching the tall figure standing between two headless corpses under the cool moonlight, Cortana blushed.
Because she keenly sensed something different in Jason's eyes this time.
They carried an emotion not usually present.
Having been the object of such gazes before, Cortana, who had never been perturbed, now felt her heart race, and her voice couldn't help but soften as she whispered,
"What are you doing?"