Under the bright lights of the boxing gym, Jason opened the book in his hands, made of a special material.
He had already confirmed that the book’s cover was bronze.
The pages were sheepskin parchment, with dense, haphazardly written text covering them.
After a brief read, Jason found that these dense, jumbled texts were a mix of common language and Dufol Language, interspersed with some slang that was beyond Jason’s understanding.
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But to Jason... it was just pretentious nonsense!
That’s right, pretentious nonsense!
Leaving aside those slang and common language records, just the incorrect use of Dufol Language alone, as well as the detailed records of so-called ’secret techniques,’ told Jason that the author of this book was a half-baked amateur.
And when combined with the slang and common language, this amateur came across as somewhat tragic.
Jason mused to himself.
Then, he lowered his head, looking at the book in his hands.
At the page he had opened, a cluster of flowers was depicted.
It was the same decaying flower Jason had seen before.
Words: To nurture hope, resurrection, and rebirth.
"It’s a pity everything has gone in a terrible direction,"
Jason closed the bronze book and threw it into a corner of the boxing gym.
He wouldn’t touch the book for a while, but as someone accustomed to being introspective, a question rose in his mind involuntarily: if he were that husband, what would he have done?
However, he didn’t dwell on this point deeply.
He didn’t have a girl he liked.
He had never thought of getting married.
So, Jason substituted another scenario.
What if Gerard had died?
Or, the already deceased... old knight?
Jason’s features unconsciously turned graver.
He didn’t know the answer.
Maybe he would have pulled back at the very last moment.
But he might have made one mistake after another.
Maybe he would have been even more tragic than that husband,
As Jason pondered, he turned to look at Aras, who had deliberately lowered her voice because of his reading.
"Jason, are you done?"
"Did you find anything?"
Aras asked immediately, noticing Jason’s gaze.
"A foolish, dutiful husband completely destroyed his family in an attempt to save it,"
Jason described it as such.
Aras was taken aback.
She was a bit stunned.
"Dutiful should be a good thing, right?"
Aras said, interpreting it in her own understanding.
"Yes, but he brought disaster."
"Not only did he harm himself, but he also dragged his two children into it."
"In some ways, he destroyed everything."
Jason didn’t object but objectively described it.
"He must not have exercised his muscles!"
Aras replied earnestly.
This time it was Jason’s turn to be puzzled.
What did this have to do with muscles?
Aras, however, promptly flexed her arm to show off her robust biceps.
"Muscle is strength!"
"My mom said, strong muscles make one’s punches powerful, make one fearless."
"Nothing can’t be solved with one punch."
"If so? Then two punches."
Aras answered Jason in her own way.
"What if punches can’t solve it?"
"Like... the death of a loved one?"
Jason continued to inquire.
"If a punch can’t solve it, it just means the punch you threw wasn’t strong enough, or your muscles weren’t strong enough, you need stronger muscles to have a fist that can break everything—my mom said that."
"As for the death of a loved one?"
"If it was caused by someone, I would spot it ahead of time, I would directly go smash them."
"If it was their own weak body, I would take them to exercise."
"If it was an accident… I would make sure accidents don’t happen around them."
"My mom said, time can also be broken with fists!"
Aras said and gave Jason a thumbs up, her white teeth gleaming in the light.
Looking at Aras , Jason had no more questions.
Aras had answered everything for him.