Justin Knee suddenly raised his head and looked out the window with a solemn expression.
A strange light red brilliance flowed in his pupils, and a pattern similar to a crosshair was reflected in his pupils.
"What's wrong, Justin?"
Viscount Barbour raised his head and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Is there a winner?"
After a while, Justin came back to his senses and nodded to the old Viscount.
"Yes, my lord."
He said in a deep voice: "Gerald is dead. But the two people were basically uninjured."
"Oh, unfortunately."
Viscount Barbour nodded nonchalantly and hummed slightly: "Then continue to stare."
Then he lowered his head and continued to chew the food slowly as if he didn't care at all.
His body was hunched over, and a protruding spine-like back could be seen on his thin body. His arms and thighs were as thin as a skeleton, and the skin was drooped on the bones. In the sunken eye sockets, his eyes were cloudy and unyielding.
No emotion.
He tore off a piece of squab meat, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
Although he is very old, Viscount Barbour has always refused to eat bland food. He would rather get seven or eight dentures on himself than give up eating meat.
On the plate in front of him were a roasted squab, foie gras with applesauce, lobster stewed in cream, tomatoes and basil leaves, and a plate of grilled shellfish.
Considering Viscount Barbour's age, this is undoubtedly a very high-risk diet. Even if he were twenty years younger than his age, this meal could still be life-threatening.
But he has maintained this eating habit for more than thirty years.
In the past, young priests who had just arrived in Roseburg often saw this attitude when eating with him and wanted to stop him. But Viscount Barbour completely dismissed these so-called healthy diet suggestions and never heard a word of it.
.
He was only in his fifties that year.
And now, he will soon be ninety years old.
——Those priests who once advised him to maintain a healthy diet still failed him after all.
Nowadays, Justin is generally used to the old man's eccentric personality.
If someone directly refutes his opinion, Viscount Barbour will usually not be angry as long as the opinion put forward has some truth.
But if the Viscount didn't ask questions and others started talking incessantly and talking to themselves... he would be very bored.
As long as he doesn't ask, he won't bother to tell.
He and the Viscount sat at the same table to eat, but they were far apart from each other.
This was not because he wanted to keep a distance from the Viscount, or to maintain status, or for etiquette reasons.
Just because, "I can't let go".
Yes, I can't put it away.
Unlike the exquisite food in front of the Viscount, the food in front of Justin looked very rough. It could even be said that the pot was almost placed directly in front of his eyes.
But correspondingly, the amount of food in front of Justin was extremely exaggerated - several plates half a meter in diameter, filled with various kinds of sausages, boiled meats and roasted meats piled as high as a hill, topped with
There is a thick sauce. Ordinary people can't finish half of it even if they eat it for three days and three nights.
Not a piece of vegetables, not a bite of rice.
There is only honey syrup that can be consumed as a drink.
Overall, it is undoubtedly boring to a scary degree.
But for Justin, this is a necessary "ritual."
Every time he thought he might be about to face a battle, he would ask the Viscount for a bizarrely sumptuous meat dinner.
This is related to the content of his curse:
The curse he holds is called [Overloaded 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 one hour; at the same time, if you have not eaten raw vegetables in the past three days, you can get a temporary ritual: overload hunger]
[Overload hunger: You can "overload" up to seven days' worth of food in advance, and no matter how much food you eat, it will not affect your agility. Every time you "overload" one day of energy storage, you can get twice as much extra physical strength.
Recovery speed]
This is a pretty powerful spell.
If the maximum quota is overloaded, then Justin can continuously recover his physical energy within an hour of entering the battle. No matter how intense the battle is, he will not feel tired.
Therefore, he uses hammers and axes to fight. After being overloaded, he can even run at full speed for an hour, or tirelessly swing his weapons at full strength for an hour.
…But it’s also a pretty money-consuming capability.
This means Justin can't eat lettuce even once.
Otherwise, every time he wanted to use his own spell, he would have to wait three days. And if Justin really wanted to go all out, he would have to continuously eat enough food for him to digest for more than one hundred and sixty hours.
Among those foods that are not easy to digest, meat is the easiest to swallow, and lettuce is the least easy to eat.
But Justin has not told Viscount Barbour that he can actually eat other foods... So far, the Viscount only thinks that his curse requires eating meat to trigger.
After all, Justin did not sell his life to the Viscount.
There is only a long-term employment relationship between them, so naturally they will not tell the Viscount the specific content of their own curses. Knowing the curses of others is usually equivalent to controlling the life and death of others.
The dinner that Justin applied to the Viscount not only had many requirements, but also had a lot of weird details. The purpose was to distract the Viscount and misguide his thinking direction.
For a senior hunter, hiding the true content of his curse in many weird daily behaviors can effectively increase the chance of survival.
After all, their profession is relatively hateful...
He ate for a while and then suddenly paused.
He sensed it - the two bronze-level transcendent beings were separated.
This information must be reported to the Viscount in a timely manner.
So Justin immediately spoke: "The two of them separated. One continued to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, and the other came here."
"good."
Alvin Barber narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "It seems I won't need you tonight."
"You look confident."
"Yes, because I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."
Viscount Barbour said with a smile: "Actually, I left two people there.
"If Gerald wins, the person who greets him is the tax collector Mr. Noterdam... He can directly tell Gerald what price I can offer him. I can't say this,
But Notedam is just an ordinary person. He doesn't know Gerald's identity, so he can definitely tell.
"And if Don Juan wins in the end, Deputy Police Commissioner Ferdinand goes to greet him, with the purpose of hinting to him that the security force of Roseburg is completely under my control. In other words, I admit that those few times
It was indeed my idea to attack...but he couldn't get me to say anything because the entire police department was mine."
Viscount Barbour said calmly: "Don Juan Geraint is a quite weak man, just like his father. He has some cleverness but little experience - he thought he could do it when he came to Roseburg.
Caught me and found evidence that I illegally purchased and hid Black Fire.
"But he doesn't know that evidence is only effective when he is in a dominant position. So I have to ask Ferdinand to hint him...tell him that I am controlled by Gerald.
It’s mind-blowing.”
"But will he really believe it?"
Justin asked subconsciously.
"He had to believe it."
Viscount Barbour chuckled: "Because Gerald is dead... Dead people can't speak, but I can. They can't get the evidence.
"He came to Roseburg just to find evidence, but when I blew up my own house, all the black fire was used up... I blew it up for him to see. Tell him that it is impossible to find me guilty of committing a crime.
of evidence.
"On the contrary, even the previous evidence has been destroyed. And it was not me who did it, but Don Juan himself - so he could only endure it, hold it back, and come to Roseburg to negotiate peace with me.
"
The old man said slowly: "I asked Ferdinand to hint to him that the previous unpleasantness can be ignored. Now that I have lowered my attitude, he only has three choices left:
"Either bring Salvatore here, kill you and me, and then put all the blame on Gerald; or accept this hidden loss, leave decisively, and look for the next opportunity.
"Either he came alone... This means that he took the initiative to disarm, gave up resistance, and negotiated peace with me. After all, he could also guess that since we and Gerald can maintain a balance of power, at least we are not weak.
For him. Without the protection of Salvatore, Don Juan himself must be weaker than us, and he will not be able to conflict with us - that is to say, he has already given up.
"And of course I won't make him look too ugly. After all, we don't have any deep hatred in the first place."
The old Viscount's expression did not change: "I'm just looking for some trouble for him to keep him busy. Don't mess around in the past few months.
"——Anyway, if we wait a few more months, there will be no Geraint family anymore."