Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 947 - 3 The Oath That Should Never Be Ignored!_2

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That means the girl in the teacup knows the current him.

As an exorcist with a small reputation in the area, that’s pretty normal.

But...

Don’t forget this diary!

Recall ’his diary’!

Full of traces arranged by someone else.

It’s filled with pursuits, secret investigations, revenge, and the like.

If it were Jason himself, if he really went through all this and sought revenge, he would certainly do so covertly, and not so ’ostentatiously’.

Even ordinary people could find their way to him.

"Indeed more troublesome than I thought!"

Jason was skeptical about the real use of this diary before.

After all, who writes diaries seriously!

Who can write down their innermost thoughts in a diary?

What’s written cannot be called innermost thoughts.

Maybe, Jason is judging others by his own standard.

’He’ might have other purposes in doing this.

For example: to lure the snake out of the hole.

And according to the end of the diary, ’he’ did quite well.

He really drew out the person behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, he also died.

Of course, in Jason’s cognition, this ’death’ needed to be questioned, just as the content recorded in the notebook, the habitually cautious Jason did not fully believe in what was written in the diary.

Even though, this is the only information he could get in touch with.

But isn’t it precisely because of this that ’forgery’ seems more valuable?

Thinking of this, Jason’s gaze shifted to his main mission.

[Complete 33 exorcisms (0/33)]

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The incident with the girl in the teacup was not counted as an exorcism.

This is another proof that the other party voluntarily gave up.

It also informed Jason that only a complete elimination would count as a successful ’exorcism’.

But what Jason was more concerned about was the fundamental aspect of the ’main mission’.

No time limits!

In the past tasks, there were time restrictions, more or less.

But this time, in the [Seafood Puff Pastry Box] sub-world, there are no time limits at all.

For Jason, who is in the sub-world, the absence of time limits is really the best news.

Not only can he use more time to plan and gain higher rewards.

Just taking more time to study and practice secret techniques is exciting enough.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t like this from the start.

If the time for [Table Manners] at the beginning was without time limits like this, Jason naturally wouldn’t be so wary, at most just a bit suspicious, but now after experiencing many sub-worlds, when suddenly there are no limits, Jason’s first reaction is to be on alert.

Jason doesn’t believe in pie falling from the sky.

As far as he is concerned, if pie falls from the sky, there is only one possibility—

A trap!

Thinking back to the changes in the ’black notebook’ after [Creamy Mushroom Soup], Jason stayed silent.

What happened after I left?

Or...

Did something irreversible happen because of me?

To the extend that the ’black notebook’ had to make corresponding changes.

And this absence of time limits is to... hold me back?

Reaching this conclusion, Jason couldn’t help but lightly tap his fingers on the desk.

He always felt, this conclusion was too one-sided.

He was still missing a key point.

But the information is too scant now.

Scant to the extent that he couldn’t make a correct deduction.

Just like the sub-world in front of him.

Eventually, Jason stood up and walked towards the door outside of the room.

He needed to find a newspaper or bring in a TV to understand this world faster.

Of course!

And to patrol!

He needed to patrol around!

He needed to confirm the safety of his surroundings!

Keep in mind, he now has 20 points of Excitement of Feast!

[Protection Against Evil] needs to upgrade from the Unparalleled level to the Transcendent level, which requires 80 points of fullness and 20 points of Excitement of Feast!

He has them all now!

But!

The word Transcendent made Jason even more cautious.

He couldn’t guarantee that [Protection Against Evil] reaching the Transcendent level wouldn’t cause any particular changes, and as a newcomer who had yet to understand everything, he naturally needed to be cautious.

...

Ichiro Sakajo returned to his office awaiting anxiously.

Across him was a man dressed in a white hunting garment, with flat and long sleeves, draped over red hakama. His hair wasn’t tied up, draping over his shoulders and revealing a somewhat handsome face.

"Master, how did it go?"

Ichiro Sakajo asked cautiously.

The man with the handsome face gave a muted laugh.

"It’s done!"

"The traces of the Evil Spirit left on your body have vanished!"

After hearing such an answer, Ichiro Sakajo breathed a sigh of relief.

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Then, the supervisor bowed respectfully and said,

"I appreciate your help, my lord, but as for Master Tongshou Temple..."

While speaking, the supervisor showed a perfectly timed trace of nervousness.

"Don’t worry."

"He won’t say anything."

"Or rather..."

"He couldn’t possibly know."

The handsome man said and stood up.

His tall figure well surpassed Ichiro Sakajo, yet it didn’t seem abrupt, especially his movements, which exuded an indescribable elegance.

Ichiro Sakajo was mesmerized.

"Aren’t you staying for a while?"

"We’ve prepared the finest tuna for dinner!"

Ichiro Sakajo said.

"No need."

The handsome man said and then vanished from Ichiro Sakajo’s sight.

Staring in the direction where the figure had disappeared, the supervisor swallowed hard.

He had some ideas.

But this man was not like those minor actors, someone he could manipulate at will.

"What a pity!"

Ichiro Sakajo sighed.

Then, he picked up the phone beside him.

"Hello, it’s me."

"Uh-huh."

"Arrange something for me tonight—of course, the best!"

Ichiro Sakajo said, revealing a knowing smile that only men would understand.

As for the promises made to Jason?

The oath taken?

Only a fool would believe those!

It was just a trick to deceive that big oaf!

However, he should still be grateful to that oaf, for he truly helped resolve that incredibly troublesome matter.

Moreover, through this incident, he had formed a connection with that distinguished person.

It couldn’t be better!

After this...

He would surely rise to great heights, wouldn’t he?

Although he realized that in this affair, he was more than likely just a pawn.

But to be a pawn for that distinguished person...was a tremendous honor!

With this thought, Ichiro Sakajo smiled.

Then he thought of Jason again.

Although he tried to think of him with disdain, the supervisor was still quite afraid of Jason, not just because of his sturdy physique and fierce look, but also because of his power that transcended the mundane.

But, he had the protection of that distinguished person.

Nothing could go wrong!

With this thought, Ichiro Sakajo started humming a tune.

But just then, he suddenly shuddered.

Cold!

Instinctively, Ichiro Sakajo went to turn off the air conditioning.

But, turning his head, Ichiro Sakajo realized that the air conditioner wasn’t on at all.

’I’m not fond of air conditioners, these devices that go against nature.’

That was what the distinguished person said when they met.

Naturally, he needed to abide by it.

So, the air conditioner hadn’t been on at all.

Then...

Ichiro Sakajo suddenly thought of something.

Whoosh!

At the same moment, a chilly wind blew from behind him.

The supervisor immediately stiffened.

He swallowed nervously.

And then... he ran like the wind!

Look back?

What a joke!

Running was the first priority at a time like this!

Who would be so bold as to look back!

Curiosity?

Curiosity killed the cat!

Ichiro Sakajo ran with all his might, but it was still not fast enough.

For the presence behind him, it was just too slow.

A slender samurai sword pierced through his chest.

Before Ichiro Sakajo could even lower his head, the samurai sword was withdrawn, sweeping across his neck.

Pfft!

Blood gushed out from his chest cavity.

His head rolled to the ground, coming to a stop at the feet of a samurai suit of armor.

Then, the suit of armor picked up the head, turned into a ghostly flame, and disappeared without a trace.

Leaving behind only a headless corpse, continuing to bleed out.

Bright red, glaring.

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