Dressed to the nines, Earl Cedric gave an affirmative answer.
"Turn into one of your living dead?"
The man with the hood didn’t speak, but a rough-faced man scoffed.
"Stinking dog, what are you talking about?"
A young man beside Earl Cedric retorted angrily.
"Flying rats, are you looking for death?"
The rough-faced people stood in a row, all breathing rapidly, their hair beginning to grow.
The ’people’ opposite, dressed just as finely, were not to be outdone, baring their sharp fangs, their eyes blood red.
The hooded questioner, at this point, stepped back with others similarly dressed, making room for both sides.
A crisp voice came from overhead.
"Jennifer, what are you doing? Are you helping these flying rats?"
The rough-faced Leader looked up at the woman sitting on the broom.
"Nosa, I won’t allow you to insult Lady Jennifer."
Earl Cedric frowned, his voice turning cold.
But when he turned to look at the lady, the tenderness in his eyes was like water.
"Jennifer, what happened?"
"Don’t look at me with that disgusting gaze."
The lady waved her hand in disgust.
"Sorry, Jennifer, I can’t control mysel—"
Cedric’s words were cut off as the lady raised a finger and pointed.
Smoke arose, and Earl Cedric, previously so immaculately dressed, suddenly transformed into a sheep.
With a burst of bleating, Cedric spun around in circles on the spot.
The rugged men who had been clustered together immediately retreated, creating a distance of more than ten meters, their faces showing fear.
By the ancestors, Mutu!
They would rather face the thrust of silverware than be turned into sheep!
Jennifer glanced down, satisfied with the scene.
Then, she began to speak slowly.
"I’ve just received a message. An ancient being named ’Jason’ has discovered that the so-called traitors are controlled by the parasites of Sabie Aliens, and he has a way to identify them." ɌÁΝỌВĚS
"Which descendant is this ’Jason’?"
Within the hall, beings human, akin to human, or not human at all, exchanged puzzled looks.
They could be certain that among their descendants, there was none named ’Jason.’
"Could it be a member of the ’Undying Diamond’?"
At the mention of this name, everyone present revealed a trace of peculiarity.
Jennifer was no exception.
After frowning slightly, she lifted her broom and flew straight out through the skylight of the hall.
The surrounding ladies also began to take action.
The rest of the people scattered.
The hooded man who sought justice from Earl Cedric left, his voice chilling as he spoke.
"Move Aisass’s corpse to my lab, I want to study it thoroughly."
Those around him responded in unison.
Ultimately, the grand hall was left with only the well-dressed individuals watching Earl Cedric turned into a sheep.
These ’people’ exchanged glances.
"Are we just going to wait ?"
"Do you really want to plead with Jennifer for mercy?"
The person who spoke waved their hands rapidly, then pointed to the ’sheep’ beside them and said, "What I mean is, we should tie him up temporarily, or lock him up there, until the magic fades away. Otherwise, he is going to wreak havoc..."
"Oh, Cedric, shut up, this is my century-old carpet, you can’t eat that!"
"Ah! Damn it, how could he just poop!"
In the luxurious hall, the well-dressed ’people’ screamed in shock.
In some sense, for these special beings, this was probably one of their hellish experiences.
Some were joyful, some were distressed.
At this moment, Jason straightened his clothes. He was sitting cross-legged on the roof of a refrigerated truck, with a small table in front of him bearing a plate with a short sword on it.
The table and the plate were prepared beforehand.
Jason thought they would not be needed.
But unexpectedly, there was indeed a harvest.
Jason looked at the short sword he had traded with Vince.
He first extended his tongue and took a lick.
There was a kind of flavor that got better as it got spicier.
Unable to resist, Jason bit into the tip of the sword. Explore stories on
The tip of the sword was bitten off directly by Jason.
Not the kind of crisp that’s brittle, but a chewy crisp, combined with the spicy flavor, Jason couldn’t help but bite again.
And this time, he confirmed it!
Jason chewed heartily, and quickly finished the short sword, including the hilt.
[Swallowed Flame Short Sword!]
[Physical Strength, energy, and injuries greatly recovered!]
Seeing his satiety increase again, Jason couldn’t help but want to show off his Talent.
But immediately, he stopped himself.
"Just wait a little longer!"
"I will have more gains!"
With these thoughts, Jason quickly began packing up the small table and plate into a bag beside him. He had already heard Cortana’s approaching footsteps.
The next moment, Konata climbed up from one side.
"Your achievements have been converted to points, a total of 965."
"An Sabie Alien scout is worth 15 points, that Assaulter is 300 points, and reporting the Sabie Aliens’ possession of parasitic and controlling abilities is 500 points."