After all, he was not lacking in powerful 'Mystical Side personnel' by his side.
"Your meritorious service has been recorded, if you need anything, speak directly to Cortana, she will be fully responsible,"
the old general said before pushing the door open to leave.
Standing in front of the door, in the courtyard, Jason and the old instructor watched as the old general boarded the helicopter to leave.
Before boarding the aircraft, Cortana, acting as the liaison officer, turned back to Jason and waved her hand.
Jason nodded slightly in response.
"The military is actually a pretty good place."
"There are some secret techniques that are lost to the outside world, and those potions."
"If you join, Jason, Rael will certainly not be stingy,"
the old instructor remarked with a hint of regret.
To this, Jason appeared indifferent.
In a world with a 'Mystical Side,' the power of the official forces was certainly not to be underestimated.
Some secret techniques thought to be lost to the outside were not so unimaginable in the secret libraries of the officials.
Even to some degree, they could far exceed the imaginations of ordinary Mystical Side folk.
Legacy always appeared within any organization.
Especially for the victorious side.
With sufficient skill, one could easily obtain everything from the defeated.
Otherwise, how did 'Spartan Potion' come about?
Jason absolutely did not believe that because of the Sabie Aliens' invasion, the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' cooperated with the 'Mystical Side' to develop such special potions in less than a year.
They must have been researching it for a long time already.
The 'Mystical Side's participation may have acted as a catalyst.
Or it might just be a cover.
But no matter what, Jason would not choose to join formally.
Not only did he dislike being constrained, but he also had far too many secrets.
Once discovered, it would be a whole lot of trouble.
Too much trouble could turn into a disaster.
Jason didn't want to become a disaster.
Nor did he want to be treated as one.
Looking at Jason's calm demeanor, the burly old man who was like a bear couldn't help but pat Jason's shoulder again with force.
This time, even harder than before.
"Young people should be full of vigor, don't emulate those pretentious charlatans, putting on airs,"
"Come to 'The Copper's Resolve' often. Those kids are really looking forward to seeing you, especially after the recent event... 'Battleship'? That's a terrifying Talent."
With those words, the old instructor also took his leave.
After waving goodbye to the old instructor, Jason was already standing in front of Delbon.
Delbon looked at the approaching Jason, slightly startled.
"Do you still remember the promise you made before?"
Jason asked earnestly.
Seeing Jason's serious expression, Delbon immediately began recalling meticulously what promise he had made to Jason.
But after thinking for a while, he couldn't remember.
"Could you give me a little hint?"
"You know, so much has happened in the past few days, my brain isn't working properly."
Delbon raised his right hand, with his thumb touching his index finger, showing a small joint from the index finger, and smiled awkwardly.
"You mentioned before that you know a good restaurant..."
"To take you out for a meal!"
"I promised to take you out for a meal!"
"Should we head out now?"
"To get back to the city center from here, it will take some time, and we can just make it for mealtime."
Before Jason could finish, Delbon remembered his promise and rapidly said so.
At the same time, Delbon sighed in relief.
He had been scared to death just moments before.
He thought he might have forgotten some significant promise.
Turns out it was just a meal.
It's just a meal, isn't it?
It's not like it's going to bankrupt him.