Chapter forty-ninth control~~Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Accompanied by low-pitched Tufu language.
Six on the left hand, seven on the right hand.
After the two gestures were completed instantly, a dazzling light bloomed in Jason's hands.
Ahhhhhh!
The unsuspecting attacker fell to the ground and rolled over, covering his eyes.
The darkness in front of Jason's eyes gradually dissipated. Although it had not completely faded away, blurry figures could already be seen.
That's enough!
Jason rushed towards the attacker who could use the secret technique.
The short-handled, wide-edged machete in his hand slashed straight down.
puff!
After one blow, the opponent stopped rolling and made no sound.
However, the screams did not stop.
This attacker was not the only one enveloped by [Flash Technique], there were several others around him.
Without pausing, Jason slashed one step at a time, one at a time.
After quickly understanding these sudden attackers, Jason discovered that Raymond, who had been shot several times, was not dead.
The other party's eyes widened and he looked at the night sky blankly, his chest rising and falling slightly.
After glancing at Raymond's injuries, Jason, who thought he couldn't handle it properly, turned and walked towards the attacker who could use secret techniques. Behind him, 'Sniper' Raymond raised his hand with all his strength.
It hung weakly on the ground.
His gaze towards the night sky became increasingly hollow and lifeless.
Jason carefully searched for the loot.
Unfortunately, the results were unsatisfactory.
In addition to 20 delings and 3 dels, the opponent only had a dagger and a flintlock gun.
They are all ordinary grade stuff without any fragrance.
Jason stood up in frustration, searching for other attackers.
Apart from weapons, there are also very few coins.
The total number of more than ten people is just over 4 Del.
The clothes of these attackers are also very shabby. Although they are local clothes, they are mostly dirty and shabby. Only the secret skill user's clothes are slightly better, but they are still better. They can only be said to be clean.
"Which force is this?"
Jason couldn't tell until he found the exact mark.
Fortunately, footsteps sounded in the distance.
Little Lid brought people here.
Gerrard's valet took over the rest of the job.
"Eh!"
When he saw 'Sniper' Raymond, Little Lid was surprised.
Obviously, he was surprised by the other party's tenacious vitality.
"There's a living person here!"
"Treat this first!"
Little Lid shouted to the people behind him.
Then, he quickly took out a brand new coat and put it on the ragged Jason.
The whole process was extremely skillful.
Obviously this isn't the first time this has been done.
"Sir, please go back to No. 111 Delun Street."
"Leave the rest to me."
Little Lid said softly.
"Um."
Jason nodded.
He doesn't do everything himself.
Because it is far better to leave some things to professionals than to an amateur like him.
The carriage is already ready.
When Jason boarded the carriage, two attendants followed him on horseback.
The surrounding guards watched the carriage go away at the same time.
Strength is always the capital to win the respect of others.
And fighting side by side will speed up this process.
…
Just when Jason was returning to No. 111 Deren Street in a carriage.
Gerald, who kept receiving messages, had a gloomy look on his face.
He pulled the bell in the room.
Unlike the others, this bell leads to the old butler Lid's room.
About two minutes later, Lid appeared in the study on the fifth floor wearing a butler uniform.
"Why did you give the invitation to Jason?"
Gerald asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, Lord Hans's order."
The old housekeeper said truthfully.
Mother?
Gerald was stunned.
The man in charge of Hansi Harbor thought a lot about it, including the old steward's negligence and some of the old steward's usual testing methods.
No matter which one it is, he can understand it.
Although still angry.
However, he never thought of her as his mother.
"Mother, why did she do this?"
"Jason is my cousin!"
"He's her only nephew!"
Gerald couldn't help but ask.
The voice seemed to be raised slightly due to emotion.
However, Gerald did not think that the old butler would answer him.
So, after finishing speaking, he was ready to ask his mother directly.
But what the manager of Hansi Harbor didn't expect was that the old housekeeper actually spoke again.
"It's exercise!"
"Master Hans is training Lord Jason!"
"That one can't stand it any longer!"
"Hans Harbor is far more dangerous than at any moment - the young eagle cannot spread its wings and soar without experiencing wind and rain."
The old housekeeper said every word seriously.
Gerald looked at the old butler.
After a moment, his frown relaxed slightly.
"is that so?"
Gerald whispered to himself.
"certainly."
"Lord Jason is Lord Hans' only nephew."
"Also your cousin!"
"That's why Mr. Hans doesn't want anything to happen to Mr. Jason!"
The old housekeeper nodded.
This reason that met his expectations convinced Gerrard.
Then, the person in charge of Hansi Harbor began to think seriously.
"Jason's strength is pretty good, but it's just pretty good. He still lacks some means to deal with it..."
"And those secret skills cannot be practiced in a short period of time."
"Some rare props?"
Gerald murmured.
Seeing Gerald in this state, the old housekeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
There is nothing better than knowing a son like a mother.
Lord Hans completely controlled Lord Gerald's inner thoughts and knew how to persuade his son.
And Lord Gerald...
There are some things that you don't experience personally.
It can never be understood.
The old butler, who was thinking silently in his heart, followed Gerald's instructions and started preparing dinner for Jason.
Gerald walked downstairs.
He was ready to welcome his cousin in person.
Although the details were handled a bit recklessly, the fighting style was exactly the same as his, which made the leader of Hans Harbor very happy.
I think this is the proof of blood relationship.
Same tall, strong build.
Same fighting style.
Although the appearance is not similar, it is enough, isn't it?
When passing by the second floor, when he saw those 'relatives' who were looking at him flatteringly, Jerad's eyes immediately showed disgust, especially when compared with his cousin, the disgust became even stronger.
He did not expel these guys directly, which was the greatest tolerance.
However, he also asked Little Lid to investigate these people again.
He always felt that these people were carefully disguised to cheat him of food and drink.
The main entrance of No. 111 Deren Street.
When Gerald walked out, Denise was already waiting here.
Denise sat on the steps with her hands on her knees, looking at the door quietly, like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.
As the carriage appeared in sight, Denise jumped up and rushed towards the carriage.
Looking at the swaying sarong, Gerald always imagined the image of a wagging dog's tail in his mind.
Shaking his head, Gerald smiled and walked down the steps.
Jason saw Denise and also saw Gerald.
This made Jason, who had just finished eating and maintained a sense of pleasure, smile.
But the next moment,
The person who appeared in his field of vision made Jason frown.
