Jason’s call was to Edward.
It involved the “Ghost Squad,” and Jason thought that Edward should be informed and could give him more professional advice.
Of course, when it was clear that Edward did not understand the “Mystical Side,” Jason, to save time, used something with a similar effect as a substitute.
“Utilizing hypnotic methods to influence students at St. Mungo’s Academy?”
“Has he forsaken even the last bit of a soldier’s honor?”
Even without seeing, Jason could feel Edward’s fury at the moment; his voice was almost a roar.
“There must be something at St. Mungo’s Academy that Mika cares about.”
“Mr. Jason, did you not have lunch?”
The female student council president was a bit persistent.
She hoped Jason would say yes.
Not having eaten at noon, and then being extremely hungry in the afternoon, it would be understandable for a strong man to eat so much.
Because, that would mean he didn’t eat this much every meal.
However, in the next moment, Jason shattered her illusion.
“Giselle’s cooking is quite good.”
“I like the extra-large banana boat.”
Jason, while picking up ‘Flora and Sizzle Coffee Pot’s’ signature chicken onion rings and roast wings and stuffing them into his mouth, answered.
An extra-large banana boat?
The female student council president suddenly recalled the huge platter she had seen at the counter when she entered, and she felt bewildered.
Isn’t that the platter only used during banquets?
And only at large banquets at that!
Why would you use such a huge platter just for yourself?
Having a big appetite is one thing, but there has to be a limit!
The female student council president gasped in shock.
“Did you eat all of that by yourself?”
With a dry laugh, the female student council president asked.
In such matters, he had nothing to hide.
Whatever he ate, he ate.
And the female student council president was completely thrown into disarray.
Her breathing became hurried.
It took her several tens of seconds before she finally confirmed one last time:
“Can you eat this much every meal?”
Jason immediately shook his head.
Instantly, the female student council president breathed a sigh of relief.
How could someone eat so much every meal?
A smile reappeared on the face of the female student council president.
But, in the next moment—
“I just had a good ‘meal’, not very hungry.”
The female student council president blankly raised her head, looking at the stack of plates reaching the ceiling, and her smile froze completely.
She felt the world spinning around her.
The cafeteria budget is going to be overblown!
This isn’t just a matter of the budget being overblown anymore!
It’s about being eaten into collapse, driven to bankruptcy!
Watching Jason, who appeared eager as he gestured to the waiter again, the female student council president felt as if she were seeing a huge, terrifying monster lying on the St. Mungo’s Academy cafeteria, letting out a roar—
Then, while breathing fire, it grabbed food and threw it into its mouth.
No wonder the details about his discharge were vague in the records.
He must have been able to eat a lot!
He must have eaten the entire logistics into collapse!
The female student council president, thinking she had found the key point, couldn’t help sighing.
She took a deep breath.
A mistake, she had already made one.
The rest was up to her to make amends.
Worst comes to worst…
Subsidize the cafeteria.
As for anything more?
She was just too young earlier, not understanding the evils of society.