The anguished cry rang out from the mouth of the “corpse”.
It was not just from one place.
Jason could hear that there was also such a cry near the Moon Mask.
Then, he looked on as the man right before his eyes began to…
His face and body began withering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
After a mere dozen breaths or so, he became an existence that was just like a dried corpse.
It was kind of sweet and carbonated. And, if it was chilled with ice, it would taste even better.
Unwittingly, Jason gave an evaluation of the food.
[Taking Herke’s remedy (Excellent)!]
[Substantial recovery of physical strength and vigor!]
“Able to increase Satiety…”
“Just as I’ve expected: it’s food!”
“Potions can also increase Satiety. Is it because there are certain ‘ingredients’ added in?”
Jason could not help speculating.
Then, his eyes glowed radiantly.
He found another channel to increase Satiety and Excitement of Feeding.
It was not purely food!
“Drinks” were fine, too!
He thought of someone who seemed to be good at making potions.
And they happened to have arranged a meeting tonight.
“Quite a good agreement!”
Jason silently thought to himself.
The sun rose completely, dispelling the mist enshrouding Rhode. The people went to work and opened their shops as usual. The streets were as prosperous and bustling as ever.
Even if a certain part of the Kensing Street had been sealed off, people would, at most, just ask a few questions out of curiosity.
After all, there would not be any food falling from the sky, even if he were to stand here and keep watch.
At this point in time, Jason had run another round of check on the Moon Mask Club. After confirming that all danger was completely removed following the death of that grave keeper, he returned to the singles dormitory at the police station.
Over here, Finch was working together with a few other young constables to clear the shattered bits of dried-up corpses from the corner.
“A grave keeper… is he able to manipulate corpses?”
“What’s with that carriage?”
“Was it a spirit carriage?”
There were questions continuously churning inside Jason’s mind.
But he could not find any answers at all.
Once again, he felt his lack of knowledge of the mysterious side.
In the meantime, he was increasingly looking forward to the secret assembly that was going to take place at night.
“Hopefully, I will be able to find some useful knowledge.”
Such thoughts were running through Jason’s mind as he made his way upstairs to Room 305.
He was holding onto a kraft paper bag that contained sausages, oil dregs, beets, and bread—these were purchases from “Fire-Passing Food Store”. After “Yanan Food Store” had closed after its morning operating hours, there was a plump lady taking over that spot.
The same as Yanan, this was a mobile food store. The pricing and management policies of “Fire-Passing Food Store” was the same as “Yanan Food Store”, and both places sold quality products and had cheap prices, thus making them more approachable.
Of course, this was also a shop that Finch recommended to Jason.
Tearing the bread apart, Jason put in the beets, oil dregs, and sausages, one after the other.
The sausages were not sliced but cut into smaller parts.
This would be more reflective of the heaviness of the meat.
In reality, it was also the same.
Especially when the crispy oil dregs start to fill the mouth, a sense of happiness would also start to fill one’s heart.
As for the beets–as the name suggested, they had a similar effect to sugar.
But it was very mild.
And after they had been processed into pickled form, they had the crunchiness of carrots.
Some beets, coupled with oil dregs was considered a delicacy by the standards of the commoners.
“Based on a normal person’s meal capacity, one serving would probably cost around 2 grams of copper.”
“I spent a total of 12 grams of copper on food.”
“Earlier in the day, I spent 12 grams of copper on two meals for breakfast, newspapers, and mushrooms. I also gave Finch 2 copper dimes.”
“I still have 4 grams of gold, 4 grams of silver, and 9 grams of copper.”
Jason was calculating his assets.
He was definitely not trying to calculate what he could eat at the restaurant!
He was preparing the expenses for that night’s secret assembly.
Knowledge was expensive, no matter where it came from.
Jason did not think it would be an exception.