Justin Kney suddenly looked up and looked out the window with a solemn expression.

His pupils glowed with a strange reddish glow, and his pupils reflected a pattern similar to a crosshair.

"What's wrong, Justin."

Viscount Barber raised his head and let out a low and hoarse voice: "Have you decided the winner?" ”

After a while, Justin came to his senses and nodded at the old viscount.

"Yes, sir."

He said in a deep voice, "Gerald is dead. And those two people were basically unharmed. ”

"Oh, unfortunately."

Viscount Babel nodded casually and hummed softly: "Keep staring." ”

Then he lowered his head and continued to chew his food slowly, completely unconcerned.

He was hunched up, a spine-like back visible on his thin body, and his arms and thighs were as thin as skeletons, and his skin was clumped against his bones. Downward sunken eyes, cloudy and emotionless.

He tore off a piece of pigeon meat, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Despite his age, Viscount Barber has always refused to eat lackluster food. He would rather have seven or eight dentures on himself than give up eating meat.

On a plate in front of him was a roasted pigeon, foie gras with applesauce, lobster stewed with cream, tomatoes and basil leaves, and a plate of grilled shellfish.

For Viscount Barb's age, this is undoubtedly a diet with a high level of risk. Even if his age is reduced by twenty years, this meal may be life-threatening.

But he has maintained this diet for more than three decades.

There were also times when a young priest had just come to Roseburg and had dinner with him and saw this gesture and tried to stop him. But Viscount Barber was completely dismissive of these so-called healthy eating advice, and never heard a word of it.

He was in his fifties.

And now, he is about to turn 90 years old.

- The priests who had advised him to maintain a healthy diet did not survive him after all.

Now, Justin is also roughly accustomed to the old man's eccentric personality.

If someone refuted his opinion head-on, Viscount Barber would not normally be angry as long as there was some truth in the opinion.

But if the viscount didn't open his mouth to ask, the others began to talk endlessly and on their own...... He'll get bored.

As long as he didn't ask, he didn't bother to say.

He sat at the same table as the Viscount to eat, but at a distance from the Viscount.

This is not because of keeping a distance from the viscount, or for maintaining status, etiquette, or anything.

Just because, "can't be put away".

Yes, it can't be opened.

Unlike the delicate food in front of the viscount, the food in front of Justin looked very coarse. It can even be said that he almost put the pot in front of his eyes.

But in response, the amount of food in front of Justin was unusually exaggerated—several half-meter-diameter plates filled with various sausages, boiled meats, and roasts piled up as high as a mountain, and topped with thick sauces. Ordinary people can't eat half of it even if they eat for three days and three nights.

There is not a single dish, there is not a bite of rice.

Only honey syrup that is drunk as a drink.

On the whole, it is undoubtedly tiresome to the point of being scary.

But for Justin, it was a necessary "ritual".

Every time he thought he might be in battle, he would ask the viscount for a sumptuous and odd meaty dinner.

This has to do with the content of his spells:

The spell he wields is called [Overload Hunger].

[No matter how much food is stored in the abdomen, as long as you are injured once, you will inevitably fall into a state of extreme hunger after an hour; At the same time, if you haven't eaten raw vegetables in the last three days, you can get a temporary ritual: overload hunger.

[Overload Hunger: You can "overload" up to seven days' share of food in advance, and no matter how much food you eat, it will not affect your agility. For every "overload" of energy stored for one day, you can get double the extra stamina recovery rate]

It's a pretty powerful spell.

If the maximum amount is overloaded, then Justin can get a steady stream of physical recovery within an hour of entering the fight. No matter how fierce the battle is, it will not make him feel tired.

That's why he fights with hammers and axes. He can even run at full speed for an hour after an overload, or tirelessly swing his weapon at full force for an hour in a row.

…… But it's also quite a cash-burning ability.

This means that Justin can't eat lettuce once.

Otherwise, every time you want to use your own spell, you have to wait for three days. And if Justin really wants to go all out, he has to eat enough food to digest for more than 160 hours in a row.

Among those foods that are not easy to digest, meat is the easiest to swallow and the least easy to eat lettuce.

But Justin didn't tell Viscount Barber that he could actually eat other foods...... Until now, the Viscount had only believed that his spell needed to be flesh-eating to trigger.

Justin didn't give his life to the Viscount after all.

It was only a long-term employment relationship between them, and naturally they would not tell the viscount the details of their spells. Knowing the curses of others is usually equivalent to mastering the life and death of others.

The dinner that Justin requested from the Viscount was as much as it was a lot of requests and a lot of quirky details. The purpose was to distract the viscount and misdirect his thinking.

For a veteran hunter, hiding his true spell content in the midst of his daily many strange behaviors can effectively increase his chances of survival.

After all, their profession is still relatively hated......

He ate for a while, then suddenly paused.

He sensed it—the two bronze transcendents were separated.

This information must be reported to the Viscount in a timely manner.

So Justin immediately spoke: "The two of them are separated. One continued to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, while the other hurried towards it. ”

"Not bad."

Alvin Barber narrowed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Looks like I don't need you tonight." ”

"You look confident."

"Yes, because I gave him a condition that he couldn't refuse."

Viscount Barber smiled and said, "Actually, I left two people there.

"If Gerald wins, he will be greeted by Mr. Nortedham, the tax collector...... He could tell Gerald directly what price I could offer him. I can't say that, but Nottdam is just an ordinary person, he doesn't know Gerald's identity, he can say it.

"And if Don Juan wins in the end, it will be Deputy Chief of Police Ferdinand who will greet him, in order to imply to him that the security forces of Roseburg are completely under my control. That is to say, I confessed that those attacks were indeed my idea...... But he can't get my word for it, because the whole police station is mine. ”

Viscount Barber said calmly: "Don Juan Geraint is a rather weak man, like his father, a little clever, but inexperienced—he thought that he himself would come to Roseburg and catch me by the handle, and find evidence that I had illegally purchased and concealed the Black Fire.

But he didn't know that evidence was only effective when he was in an advantageous position. So I'll have to let Ferdinand hint at him...... Tell him that I was controlled by Gerald. ”

"But will he really believe it?"

Justin asked subconsciously.

"He had to believe it."

Viscount Barber smiled: "Because Gerald is dead...... Dead people don't speak, but I will. They don't have the evidence.

"He came to Roseburg to find evidence, but I blew up my own house, and all the black fire was gone...... I blew him up too. Tell him that it is no longer possible to find evidence of my crime.

On the contrary, even the evidence of the previous cases has been destroyed. And it's not my hand, it's Don Juan himself—so he can only endure and hold back. Come to Roseburg and make peace with me. ”

The old man said slowly: "I asked Ferdinand to hint at him that the previous unpleasantness could be ignored. Now that I've put my posture down, he's left with only two options:

"Or, bring Salvatore and kill me and all the transcendents I have cultivated and hired, and put the blame on Gerald.

"Either you come alone...... Give up resistance and make peace with me.

"At the end of the day, we don't have a deep grudge."

The old viscount's face did not change: "I just hope that he can learn a lesson, become more peaceful, and not make a fool of himself in these months."

"Anyway, the Geraint family, in a few months, there won't be any."