Jason had long grown accustomed to Peters knowing everything.
Even though he didn’t understand it.
But with no need for an explanation, Jason thought it was a good thing.
Following the scent, Jason walked briskly through the night at the harbor.
The guy just now also had the smell of food on him, but he wasn’t a true ‘food’ owner.
But Jason didn’t care.
He had come to clear out some ‘pests’ for his cousin.
He had come to avenge his own dog.
Therefore, he couldn’t wait to find more people from the ‘Erosion Guild’.
Looking at the attacker whose face was hidden behind a hockey mask, Alec sneered.
He was fully confident that the other would withdraw his blade to block.
And as soon as he blocked,
You should know, although his best skill was swordsmanship, the killing move was not the long sword in his hand!
The killing intent in his heart made the long sword in Alec’s hand even faster.
Then, the long sword pierced into the chest of the attacker wearing the hockey mask.
The attacker’s short-handled broad blade cleaver also grazed past Alec’s neck.
Alec’s eyes widened in shock.
You’re not playing by the rules!
Aren’t you afraid of dying?
Until his death, the leader of the ‘Erosion Society’ did not close his eyes.
Jason yanked the long sword that was stabbed into his chest.
Jason threw the long sword to the ground, and the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed behind him.
A dagger with the scent of food.
It was the faintest of the three food scents Jason had been tracking.
The stronger the scent, the more persistent its presence.
Naturally, he started the chase with the faintest one.
Jason, holding the exceptionally sharp dagger, did not hesitate to give it a lick.
But more than that, there was the taste of milk.
Jason sucked hard on it.
Suddenly, the exceptionally sharp dagger began to decay.
[Consumed a very small amount of Swamp Hunter (Essence)]
[Physical strength and experience moderately restored]
The fatal damage just now had used up 3 points of satiety for healing; the current 4 points instantly made up for the loss and even added an extra point.
Jason glanced at this and wasn’t too excited.
Because he knew very well that the real big catch was still to come.
This was only the weakest one.
Flaring his nostrils, Jason followed the scent of food and swiftly moved again.
And at this moment, the ‘Sanctuary’ of the ‘Erosion Society,’ hidden in Hans Port, was thrown into complete chaos.
“Why are the spirit seals disappearing one after another?”
Blatt, the ‘Sanctuary’ Bishop whose prayers were disrupted, shouted furiously.
His voice shook the entire secret chamber, causing it to tremble.
Dust fell in flurries.
But no one around him dared to dodge, allowing the dust to land on them, standing ramrod straight.
It wasn’t until Blatt’s voice fell silent that
one attendant bravely spoke, trembling:
“Lord Alec’s spirit seal has disappeared as well.”
The bishop was taken aback.
His angry mind instantly cleared.
Subconsciously, he thought of one person: Gerard.
“What is Gerard doing?”
The Bishop asked directly.
“Gerard has not left Duron Street No. 111, our ‘Alarm’ has not sounded.”
“The port’s guards, the army, there’s been no movement.”
The attendant reported.
“Then what’s with these spirit seals vanishing?”
“How were they exposed?”
“Could it be that someone smelled them and that’s how they were found?”
The bishop roared, and once again the crowd around him remained silent.
However, the next moment, the bishop directly said:
“Move! Everyone immediately, move!”
All the people acted as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly springing into action.
And at that very moment,