Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1084 - 64 Unexpected_2

As for the flavor, it truly carries the essence of flour and tomato.

"Is it because it stands tall in the fields?"

Jason speculated.

The characters in front of him revealed the truth.

[Consuming ’Scarecrow’ (Complete)]

[Physical Strength, Energy, and Wound Recovery Beyond the Normal Rate!]

[Satiety +200]

[Satiety: 829]

[Excitement of Feast +1]

[Excitement of Feast: 1]

...

"Excitement of Feast?"

Jason looked at the increased ’Excitement of Feast’ and was momentarily stunned.

In his past ’meals’, such easily obtainable food, even if provided a considerable amount of satiety, would not result in ’Excitement of Feast’.

But now?

"Is it because I have never encountered such a ’meal’ of considerable extent before?"

"Or is it because the fight with Hanakaiin Itsuki also factored in ’hunting’?"

"If that’s the case... perhaps the combat mode can be adjusted."

Thinking this, Jason’s face revealed excitement.

Because if it was like the latter, during combat, he could completely rob... no, ’collect’ items with a ’food flavor’ from his enemies.

It was just a conjecture, but such a conjecture made Jason get up and pace around the room.

Plans were already forming in his mind.

It wasn’t until Hui Lijing knocked on the door that Jason snapped back to reality.

Knock, knock knock.

"Jason?"

The female detective asked.

"Come in."

Jason responded, and then, looking at the entering female detective, pointed directly to a spot on the ground in the adjacent room.

"Stand here for now."

Jason commanded.

The female detective was a bit puzzled but did as she was told nonetheless.

She trusted Jason.

"What do you want to learn about the ’Mystical Side’, or should I say, the ’Inside World’?"

Jason inquired.

To be serious, this was Jason’s first time truly playing the role of a teacher.

He had no experience whatsoever.

He didn’t know how to teach.

But with a ’promise’ as a premise, he would surely do his best.

So after some thought, Jason decided to start with the female detective’s interests and to teach her about what she was interested in.

Interest is the best teacher.

Jason believed in this saying.

And it would save him a lot of effort.

"Combat!"

The female detective said without hesitation.

Over the past few days, the female detective had witnessed too many incidents of the ’Mystical Side’.

Almost every one of them was a matter of life and death.

Without sufficient strength, one could indeed end up dead without a place to be buried.

Therefore, she chose combat.

Or rather...

Attack!

In the heart of the female detective, the best defense was to take the offensive.

"Combat?"

After a moment of contemplation, Jason quickly understood the female detective’s thoughts and immediately asked, "Do you have a dagger or a short sword?"

"Yes!"

The female detective immediately replied.

She then took out a small dagger from within her belt and handed it to Jason.

Jason took the dagger and, after getting a feel for it, immediately launched an attack towards the side.

Whoosh!

The dagger sliced through the air, making a sharp wind sound, and the female detective’s eyes widened in surprise. But before she could react, Jason stabbed out with the dagger once again.

Whoosh!

This time the dagger was even faster!

Although the female detective didn’t react, she could feel the increase in speed.

A sudden acceleration?

The detective’s eyes lit up.

Not a combat ignoramus, the battle-hardened female detective was well aware of the importance of this ability.

At critical moments, it could truly turn the tide.

"This technique stems from a skill developed by a friend of mine based on the understanding of long spears in the military and some assassin schools’ techniques with the short sword and dagger, requiring you to..."

Jason began explaining the ’Thrust’ technique to the female detective.

The female detective was quite smart; Jason only had to explain it twice before she had committed it fully to memory.

After that, she started practicing on her own.

Having it in mind and getting the hang of it were two different things.

It’s a process that requires a considerable amount of time to adapt.

"This is one of the skills I promised to teach you, and another fundamental aspect of the ’Mystical Side’: the Dufol Language,"

"It will be your most direct way of encountering the entities of the ’Mystical Side’."

"However, right now you need to master the ’Thrust’."

"Afterward, I will teach you again,"

Jason said this and stepped outside.

Although he didn’t know how to teach, Jason wouldn’t forget such basics as the Dufol Language.

And teaching ’Thrust’?

Jason definitely didn’t relax his standards for the basics because of the female detective’s hospitality over the past few visits.

After all, his ’core’ skill, he hadn’t taught at all.

Exiting the left wing room, Jason strode towards the Sutra Depository where the old monk of Tongshou Temple resided.

Since he started teaching Jason the ’Tongshou Temple Inheritance’, the old monk spent most of his time there.

During this time, Jason saw He Tai standing at the doorway.

The wandering Onmyouji furrowed his brows as he watched Jason, but he didn’t say anything, not until Jason’s figure vanished. Only then did the wandering Onmyouji shift his gaze towards the outside.

Continuing to adhere to his principles of guarding.

Jason was fully aware of this.

But he didn’t care in the least.

Because he did not sense any malice.

As for being cautious?

That should be there, of course.

It’s not just the wandering Onmyouji, his level of caution is something common people do not possess.

If he has it, why can’t others?

Inside the Sutra Depository, the lights shone brightly.

On the table Jason was familiar with, the old monk had lit a pot of incense.

The haze of smoke drifted around as the old monk perused the scriptures.

Not any secret scripture or arcane lore.

Just an ordinary scripture.

And he was seriously making annotations on it as he read.

Not just perfunctorily skimming through it.

Merely observing this scene, it was hard for Jason to picture the old monk as a ’fake monk’ who joined the monastery mid-way through life.

"Has he completely immersed himself in the role?"

Jason thought to himself and walked over to sit across the table from the old monk.

"Master."

Seeing Jason, the old monk immediately put down the scriptures, joined his hands together, and greeted him.

"Do you really enjoy reading scriptures?"

Jason asked this after glancing at the fully annotated scriptures.

"It is what a monk should do."

"After all, I do not wish to let down the expectations of the previous Master."

"Before meeting you, Master, I will strive to maintain the reputation of Tongshou Temple."

The old monk said sincerely.

With Jason, who knew the whole story, the old monk didn’t think of concealing anything.

And Jason once again reflected on the situation.

When the fake acts real, the real becomes fake.

When the real acts fake, the fake becomes real.

Unexpectedly, this saying popped into Jason’s mind.

"What is it, Master?"

The old monk asked, puzzled.

"Nothing, let’s continue with the inheritance."

Jason shook his head.

He didn’t think he should alert the old monk to anything.

This was the old monk’s own business.

And naturally, it was for the old monk to deal with on his own.

Jason just thought that the old monk was too engrossed in his role. However, what Jason completely failed to realize was that the old monk was no longer just engrossed; he had incorporated the ’role’ into his life.

"Of course!"

"Master, the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon Technique is the core secret of Tongshou Temple, it shouldn’t be taught to outsiders apart from the inheritors of Tongshou Temple," the old monk explained before teaching Jason.

Instantly, Jason understood what was going on.

The old monk was worried that he would teach Tongshou Temple’s core secret to others.

To this, Jason shook his head.

"I won’t."

"I will only teach it to the inheritors of Tongshou Temple."

Jason gave his assurance.

"Then let us begin!"

The old monk said and unfolded the Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon Technique in his hands.

Meanwhile, Ryosuke had already returned to his office with Urashima.

Upon closing the door, Ryosuke looked earnestly at Urashima.

"Urashima, have you thought it through?"

"There is still a chance to withdraw now."

"Once we start... there will be no turning back."

Ryosuke inquired.

"No problem."

"I’ve thought it through."

"Let’s begin."

Urashima nodded firmly.

Ryosuke looked at Urashima and then picked up the phone on the desk.

He dialed a number.

After a brief busy tone, the call connected.

"Hello?"

Ryosuke spoke first.

But silence came from the other end.

"Hello?"

"Is this Chief Miyamoto?"

Ryosuke asked again.

This time, the silence on the phone was broken by a pleasant voice—

"Looking for Miyamoto?"

"I’m sorry, he just died."

"I... killed him."