Chapter 77 Justin's Curse

Justin Kerney suddenly raised his head and looked out the window solemnly.

A strange reddish brilliance flows in his pupils, and a pattern similar to a crosshair is reflected in the pupils.

"What's the matter, Justin."

Viscount Ba raised his head and made a low and hoarse voice: "Has the winner been decided?"

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. The two people were basically uninjured."

"Oh, unfortunately."

Viscount Ba nodded nonchalantly, and hummed softly: "Then continue to stare."

Then he lowered his head and continued chewing the food slowly as if he didn't care.

He was hunched over, with a thorn-like back on his slender body, arms and thighs slender like skeletons, sagging over the bones. In the sunken eye sockets, the eyes are cloudy and emotionless.

He tore off a piece of pigeon meat and filled it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Despite his old age, Viscount Barr has always refused to eat bland food. He would rather give himself seven or eight false teeth than give up eating meat.

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

For Viscount Barr's age, this is undoubtedly a fairly high-risk diet. Even if his age were reduced by twenty years, this meal could be life-threatening.

But he has maintained this eating habit for more than three decades.

In the past, there were often young priests who had just come to Roseburg, and when they were having dinner with him, they saw this posture and tried to stop him. But Viscount Bart was completely dismissive of these so-called healthy eating advice and never heard a single one.

He was in his fifties at the time.

And now, he will soon be ninety years old.

——Those priests who had persuaded him to maintain a healthy diet still failed him after all.

Now, Justin is generally used to the old man's eccentric character.

If someone refutes his opinion head-on, as long as the opinion made is reasonable, Viscount Barbour is usually not angry.

But if the Viscount didn't ask questions, others would start talking incessantly, talking to themselves... He would be very bored.

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

He and the Viscount were sitting at the same table to eat, but the distance was far apart from the Viscount.

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

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

Yes, it can't be put away.

Unlike the delicate food in front of the Viscount, the food in front of Justin looked very rough. It could even be said that he was about to put the pot directly in front of him.

But in contrast, the amount of food in front of Justin was exaggeratedly exaggerated—several half-meter-diameter plates filled with various sausages, boiled and roasted meats piled high as hills, topped with thick sauce. Ordinary people can't eat half of it even if they eat for three days and three nights.

Not a piece of food, not a bite of rice.

Only honey syrup to drink as a drink.

Overall, it is undoubtedly boring to a scary level.

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

Every time he thought he might have a fight, he would apply to the Viscount for a sumptuous and eccentric meat dinner.

This is related to the content of his spell:

The curse he holds 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 have not eaten raw vegetables in the past three days,

Temporary Ritual: Overload Hunger]

[Overloaded 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. For every "overload" stored energy for one day, you can get double the extra stamina recovery speed]

It's a pretty powerful spell.

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

That's why he fights with hammers and axes. After overloading, he can even run at full speed for an hour, or tirelessly swing a weapon at full force for an hour.

...but it's also a pretty money-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 for him to digest for more than 160 hours in a row.

Among the less digestible foods, meat is the easiest to swallow and the least easy to eat lettuce.

But Justin didn't tell the Viscount Bar that he could actually eat other food... So far, the Viscount has only thought that his curse requires meat to trigger.

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

They are just a long-term employment relationship, and naturally they will not tell the Viscount the specific content of their curse. Knowing the curse of others is usually equivalent to mastering the life and death of others.

The dinner that Justin requested from the Viscount had a lot of quirky details as well. The purpose was to distract the Viscount and misdirect his thinking.

For a senior hunter, hiding his real curse content in his daily weird behaviors can effectively increase the chance of survival.

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

He ate for a while, then suddenly paused.

He felt it—the two Bronze-rank Transcendents were separated.

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

So Justin said immediately: "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 that you won't be needed tonight."

"You look confident."

"Yes, because I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse."

Viscount Ba said with a smile: "Actually, I left two people there.

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

"And if Don Juan wins in the end, it will be the Deputy Commissioner of Police Ferdinand to greet him, the purpose is to imply to him that the security forces of Roseburg are completely under my control. The attack was my idea... but he couldn't get my hands on it because the whole police station was mine."

Viscount Ba said calmly: "Don Juan Geraint is a rather weak person, just like his father, he is so clever, but inexperienced - he thought that when he came to Roseburg, he would be able to Catch my story, find evidence of my illegal purchases, and hide black fire.

"But he doesn't know that evidence is only valid when he is in an advantageous position. So I have to ask Ferdinand to imply him... Tell him that I am controlled by Gerald. mind."

"But does he really believe it?"

Justin asked subconsciously.

"He had to believe."

Viscount Ba chuckled: "Because Gerald is dead... Dead people can't speak, but I can. They can't get evidence.

"He came to Roseburg just to find evidence, but I blew up my own house, and all the black fires have been used up... I also blew it up for him. Tell him that it is impossible to find me and break the law. evidence.

"On the contrary, even the previous evidence was destroyed. And it wasn't me who did it, it was Don Juan himself - so he could only endure and hold back. Come to Roseburg and make peace with me. "

The old man said slowly: "I asked Ferdinand to hint him that the previous unpleasantness can be ignored. Now that I have put down my posture, he has only three choices left:

"Either, bring Salvatore here, kill you and me, and put the blame on Gerald; or recognize this secret loss, leave decisively, and look for the next opportunity.

"Or, he came alone... This means that he took the initiative to disarm, give up resistance, and make peace with me. After all, he can also guess that since we and Gerald can maintain a balance of power, at least they are not weak. To him. Without the protection of Salvatore, Don Juan himself must be weaker than us, and he could not possibly conflict with us—that is, he had already conceded defeat.

"And of course I won't make him too ugly. After all, we don't have any deep hatred."

The old Viscount didn't change his face: "I just gave him some trouble and made him exhausted. Don't make trouble in these months.

"—A few months later, there will be no Geraint family."