Chapter 598: Chapter 37 Jennifer Stands by Her Word
The afternoon sunlight shone on the body at Jason’s feet, the glaring light reflected by the blood forced him to involuntarily blink.
Am I not full? Am I hallucinating?
Because, without the need to touch or inspect, Jason could clearly sense that the person before him was indeed dead.
He clearly sensed the entire ‘life vanishing’ process.
But what on earth got into them? Why would they suddenly commit suicide?
Was there some kind of conspiracy? Shenanigans?
Such thoughts kept tumbling through his mind, giving rise to numerous doubts in Jason’s heart, and he squatted down to examine the corpse meticulously.
Jason commented with furrowed brows.
The identity of the woman before him wasn’t hard to guess, given her Witch attire, her absence from the previous gatherings, and her powerful and bizarre abilities, it only left one possibility: Jennifer.
The leader of Cherry City’s Witches, known as ‘the Witch,’ Jennifer.
Ever since he encountered those Witches, Jason had thought about meeting Jennifer.
Her position was one he couldn’t bypass in Cherry City.
He thought she might confront him due to differing stands.
Or perhaps they would draw swords against each other.
Or maybe she would hide and play cunning tricks instead.
Jason considered all the possibilities.
But he had never thought that their meeting would be : a comfortable afternoon, with the slanting sunlight in the outskirts of the forest, and after brushing past each other… consecutive deaths. ℞𝘢𐌽о𝐁Ɛȿ
After dying ten times in a row, he was crushed into a meat paste.
After she was killed by him twice, she directly pulled off her own head and handed it to him.
The whole process was absurd, bizarre, and inexplicable.
Even with his many experiences, Jason became suspicious and doubtful at this moment.
"This isn’t the beginning of some curse ceremony, is it?”
Witches are skilled at curses.
This is a commonly accepted fact on the ‘Mystical Side.’
But immediately, Jason shook his head.
Again, the same point: the person had the upper hand, there was no need to sacrifice their life to curse him; it would seem more reasonable if he had driven them into a corner instead.
"What on earth happened?”
Jason’s heart was filled with confusion.
Even now, Jason had not figured out what happened.
He neither knew why Jennifer had come.
Nor did he understand why she suddenly committed suicide.
But she must have had some purpose!
About this point, Jason was certain.
Even if she appeared mad and strange, there must be a purpose!
Madmen have their own logic.
Unfortunately, most of the time, it’s incomprehensible to sane people.
Jason tried to think from Jennifer’s perspective, but it was futile.
He knew too little about her; with such scant information, he couldn’t put himself in her shoes.
Just as Jason was about to call a member of the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ stationed at the ‘Clock Tower’ to ask for more information about Jennifer, the sound of something flying rapidly approached from the distant sky.
The Witch named Emily, whom he had seen at the gathering, appeared above him at a rapid pace from afar. An invisible force field around her isolated the attack of the air during flight, allowing her to sit calmly on her broom, with her Witch robe not even slightly disheveled and her round-brimmed, pointed hat trembling slightly as she looked down at him.
At this moment, a clear surprise emerged in her eyes.
No keen observation was needed.
Any normal person could see the surprise.
And afterwards, her attitude and behavior were very clear.
Staring at Jason for a full five seconds, the Witch finally spoke.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jason,”
Her tone was polite as she extended her right hand, lightly pinching the hem of her Witch robe in a curtsy.
Even while sitting on her broom, her etiquette was impeccable.
This was a stark contrast to her behavior before.
She seemed like a well-mannered noble lady.
Jason did not respond; instead, he gazed at her, his hand already gripping the hilt of his knife tightly.
He had not forgotten that Jennifer’s corpse lay at his feet.
"Mr. Jason, please don’t worry,”
"I’m not here for revenge,”
"I’m just here to convey a message from Miss Jennifer,”
Emily saw Jason’s stance and immediately let out a clear, light laugh, which lasted for about one or two seconds before she composed herself, becoming serious again.
One moment, her demeanor was like that of a carefree girl.
Now, she became as stern and as just as a judge.
"I owe you, and I will repay you in kind.”