It was a mesmerizing melody.
Upon hearing it, one could not help but listen intently.
But for Peters, it was as dreadful as snakes and scorpions!
After yelling at Jason, Peters tore off strips of his clothing to plug his ears, then turned around to quickly harness the horses to the carriage.
They had to leave immediately!
Otherwise, they would all die!
He had never imagined that he would encounter such a terrifying existence in Taor.
A shrill voice echoed from Peters’ mouth.
When this voice erupted, even Peters was a bit stunned.
Then, he chuckled mockingly at himself.
A weakling who just went with the flow!
It was only after being moved that he dared to impulsively shout.
“Head outside the city!”
As Peters urged his horse-drawn carriage to run towards the outskirts of Taor, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Since he had already shouted once,
Why not see it through to the end?
Even if doing so was of no use, looking at the figure running ahead, he couldn’t ignore it any longer and had no excuse not to act.
Previously, he could excuse himself with ‘No one else is stepping forward, why should you?’
With no excuse to shirk responsibility, he might as well go all in!
With gratitude from the bottom of his heart, Peters stood up from the driver’s seat, one hand pulling the reins, the other drawing his short sword.
Exiting the city was not easy.
He would carve out a path for everyone!
‘Cat Hole’ black cat,
Some people hesitated, some frowned.
But there were always quick-witted ones among the people!
Indeed, those who could own a shop in the busier areas of Taor were certainly above average, and they quickly realized something was amiss.
Even though it was the afternoon, Taor should be bustling!
Instead of the current silence, there should be noise!
Immediately, these people no longer hesitated and began to run.
When one person took the lead, others followed.
Soon, everyone started running.
Jason did not pay attention to this; he turned and arrived at the most bustling street in Taor.
That was the name on the sign at the corner of the road.
And this street was filled with an aroma twice as intense as the one at ‘Char Carriage Firm’.
What surprised Jason even more was that this doubled intensity of the aroma was bursting out from a single point.
Undoubtedly, this must be a ‘core’!
Naturally, the danger level was also skyrocketing.
In fact, as soon as Jason appeared at the mouth of this street, that low and soft melody that seemed to drop from the sky abruptly increased by several decibels. Even stuffing his ears had no effect.
Instantly, Jason, who was moving forward, stopped in his tracks.
His body stiffened as he stood there.
The breath of life completely dissipated at that moment.
With Jason’s ‘death,’ the wonderful melody returned to normal.
He charged at the center of the street again.
This time, Jason’s speed was much faster than before, like an arrow released from a bow, and an invisible momentum surged around him, as if commanding the charge of thousands of troops…
It was one of the secret techniques left by the old knight: Charge!
Although it was not fully mastered, it was enough.
In a breath, Jason reached the epicenter of the aroma, and unable to completely control the secret technique, he uncontrollably collided with the food explosion point.
Immediately, ripples layered through the air.
A cicada-like monster, almost human height, was knocked down by Jason, its back caving in from the tremendous impact, twitching a few times before falling silent.