Jason swiftly adapted to the changes brought by the entry-level “Griffin Body Refinement Technique.”
When everything had settled, Jason did not continue to enhance the “Griffin Body Refinement Technique,” which required 16 points of satiety and 1 point of the “Excitement of Feast.”
His current goal was to save as much “Excitement of Feast” as possible and improve skills that only required satiety.
Among them, secret techniques were naturally the first choice.
“Mist Concealment,” “Flash Technique,” and “Charge!”
These three skills naturally appeared in Jason’s eyes.
“Upgrade the three skills to the point where the use of ‘Excitement of Feast’ is needed.”
Warmth from the satiety turned into waves flowing from his stomach, pouring into his heart, and Jason’s breath began to climb steadily.
“Mist Concealment (Proficient): This is a secret technique that does not require gestures but needs a certain proficiency level in Dufol Language as a foundation. It was initially spread among several secretive forces but eventually became one of the ‘Tomb Guardian’s’ secret techniques; Effect: Creates a 45-meter radius fog, granting a +1 to Stealth checks and a +0.4 to Agile checks while within it, the effects disappear upon leaving the fog; creating the fog consumes some Physical Strength, and a continuous consumption of Physical Strength is required to maintain it.”
Having reached his conclusion, Jason looked at Hannibal, whose complexion was slightly fatigued yet filled with excitement.
He did not sit down again.
Instead, he stood up and walked around the dining table.
He bowed respectfully.
“Thank you for your hospitality.”
Hannibal had shared his stored ‘food’ with him, which was enough to make Jason feel grateful.
If he did not know that ordinary money could not measure the value of ‘food,’ Jason would have offered every penny he had.
Money was not an option.
Other things, however, could be.
Jason began to ponder in his heart.
But, that did not prevent him from thanking Hannibal in advance.
“It is my honor to serve you,”
Hannibal rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, which he had pulled up to his elbows for convenience in cooking, and then he bowed in return.
When Hannibal stood upright again, the psychiatrist revealed a smile.
He felt very pleased in his heart.
What could be happier than cooking ‘food’ to one’s content?
Naturally, it is seeing the consumer of ‘food’ eat up everything cleanly.
This gave Hannibal a sense of pride and satisfaction in his heart.
“You can go upstairs and rest first, I’ll clean up here and then follow,”
Hannibal pointed to the array of dishes around.
Jason volunteered conscientiously.
Outside of the restaurant, it was customary to wash dishes after eating someone else’s cooking.
However, Hannibal shook his head seriously.
“You need not concern yourself with these matters.”
“Please leave it to me,”
Hannibal said, and gestured again for Jason to go upstairs.
Jason looked into Hannibal’s earnest eyes and ultimately chose to compromise.
He did not wish to have any dispute with Hannibal over something trivial like washing dishes.
Sitting on the floor of the living room, Jason sipped the green tea Hannibal had brewed, waiting quietly.
This wait was not long.
After about half an hour, Hannibal, who had washed the dishes and changed into a fresh set of pure white shirt and black trousers, came upstairs.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,”
Hannibal said politely.
Jason waved his hand and asked bluntly:
“His death has nothing to do with me, the ‘Ghost Squad’ did it,”
“Those guys are like my ‘food’ suppliers,”
“We do some cooperation,”