Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 821 - 37 Desperate Losa 11_2
Chapter 821: Chapter 37 Desperate Losa 11_2
I clearly didn’t drink much, did I?
When Losa 11’s consciousness had just recovered, he felt as if his head was about to split open. He groaned while holding his head, and then, he lifted his hand subconsciously to reach for the honey water at his bedside.
This was his habit.
After sobering up from drunkenness, he would always drink honey water.
The servants had even prepared it early on.
But this time was different.
He touched nothing.
Not to mention honey water, there wasn’t even a nightstand.
Huh?
Losa 11 was stunned.
Subconsciously, he opened his eyes.
Strange ceiling.
Strange bed… no, it was a sofa.
And there’s more!
A back that seemed vaguely familiar.
Shaking his head, Losa 11 finally recognized who the figure was as the sound of chewing reached his ears.
“Morning, Jason.”
Losa 11 greeted with a smile.
Seeing Jason keep on eating, completely ignoring him, Losa 11 was not at all surprised.
Jason seemed interested in nothing but eating.
Including having a conversation with him.
As for being afraid of Jason?
Nonexistent.
Losa 11 was very clear that if Jason had wanted to harm him, under the stupor he had just experienced, he would have died many times over already.
Since Jason did not strike while he was unconscious,
There was even less likelihood after he had woken up.
Because, there was no need.
Who would strike against someone like him, a useless good-for-nothing, a salted fish?
Especially when he still held the identity of the eleventh in line to the Losa Family inheritance.
It was simply a thankless task.
Despite his reluctant feelings towards this identity, Losa 11 knew what it brought him.
A life so lavish it bordered on extravagance.
A status unattainable by ordinary people.
With such premises, he couldn’t possibly say “This isn’t what I want.”
To say such words would be utterly shameless.
Losa 11 couldn’t do that.
Hiss!
Losa 11 took another sharp breath.
No matter how noble the ‘Losa Family’ identity was, he was sure that this status did nothing to help his hangover.
Lying on the sofa, Losa 11 started to rub his temples.
He hoped this would alleviate his headache.
Tap, tap tap.
Clear footsteps approached, forcing Losa 11 to open his eyes and look towards his personal bodyguard Billder.
However, upon seeing Billder clearly, Losa 11 sat up abruptly.
Because Billder’s face was swollen and bruised.
“What happened, Billder?”
Losa 11 asked directly.
Then, the eleventh in line to the Losa inheritance saw a very strange emotion on his bodyguard’s bruised face: confusion, bewilderment, and deep frustration.
That expression was not new to Losa 11.
Whenever he had drunk too much and woken up, he was quite likely to see such an expression.
It’s just that before, it was someone else.
Now it was Billder’s turn.
“Did I do something excessive?”
“Walk the bird under the moon? Or was it a group activity?”
“It couldn’t possibly be that the bruise on your face was caused by me, right?”
At the end, Losa 11 exclaimed incredulously.
Though after drinking too much he had done many unreliable things, he certainly never had any violent tendencies.
“No.”
Billder replied with certainty.
That definitive answer let Losa 11 breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, he saw his personal bodyguard’s expression become even more helpless.
“So what actually happened?”
Losa 11 pressed for an answer.
After a moment of thought, Billder didn’t give a subjective narrative but instead turned and gestured for Pers to replay the previous recording.
Losa 11 watched Send 8 appear in the video.
Watched as the figure appeared.
Watched as the figure died.
Then, shock filled Losa 11’s eyes as they widened.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
Am I still not sober from the drink?
Am I still dreaming right now?
“Billder, why are you appearing in my dreams at will?”
“That’s not very gentlemanly of you.”
While saying this, Losa 11 shrank back into the sofa as if escaping from reality.
“Master Losa 11, please come to your senses!”
“Face reality!”
Billder spoke gravely.
Once a security consultant for the Send Family, no one knew better than Billder what the death of Send 8 represented.
Unlike Send 9, whose death had been unclear and confusing.
The death of Send 8 was clear-cut.
The ‘Send Family’ would never let any ‘murderer’ get away.
Put simply, everyone present, count yourself in, couldn’t escape.
All would suffer the retaliation of the ‘Send Family.’
Billder understood.
Losa 11 naturally understood.
Even if he didn’t want to face it, wanted to run away, it made no difference.
After approximately five seconds of slumping on the couch, Losa 11 sat up with a mournful expression.
“Why did things turn out this way, just because I drank too much once?”
Losa 11 rubbed his face, his voice filled with doubt.
“Please make sure you abstain from alcohol in the future,” Billder said.
“Abstaining is impossible,” Losa 11 retorted.
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“I could never give up alcohol in this lifetime.”
“The feeling of alcohol is just too wonderful, it helps people forget their worries and also lets people appreciate the true beauty of life—come on, let’s think about how to deal with the soon-to-arrive Send Family members.”
Losa 11 stated confidently.
However, on seeing the serious expressions of Billder, Pers, Roslor, and Galen, at the end, this eleventh in line to the Losa Family got serious as well.
At times like this, even the ‘Golden Lamb’ understood the gravity of the situation.
Not to mention Losa 11.
“We don’t have much time left.”
“I knew Send 8,” he confessed.
“Despite the previous ‘incident,’ his being here must have been at the behest of one of his older brothers or sisters.”
“That means, when Send 8 set off for Zone F, the others were close behind him!”
“So, members of the ‘Send Family’ will arrive quicker than we imagined.”
Losa 11 explained.
Billder’s brow furrowed deeply.
Pers and Roslor looked panicked.
Galen had already clenched his fists.
All four knew full well what would become of them once the ‘Send Family’ members arrived.
Unlike ‘Losa 11.’
They would most likely be executed on the spot.
No excuses.
It didn’t matter that they weren’t the ones who had directly acted, but their being here and Send 8’s death here were reasons enough.
Billder thought about countermeasures.
Pers and Roslor felt death impending.
And Galen?
The ‘Golden Lamb’ was ready for a fight.
He wouldn’t surrender without a fight, nor would he sit idly by.
He was ready to resist!
“Don’t worry,” Losa 11 assured them.
“I won’t let that guy get away with this.”
Losa 11 looked at the four of them, making a promise.
He cherished the ‘comrades’ who had been through battle and death with him.
He wouldn’t abandon them so easily.
Even if by doing so, things could be made a bit easier.
But that’s not what he wanted.
Why?
Probably because he was human.
He had unrealistic dreams and obsessions.
Taking a deep breath, this eleventh in line to the Losa Family turned to Jason, who was completely engrossed in his culinary delights.
“Jason, I need your help,” he said.
“Help me delay that ‘Send Family’ member’s footsteps a bit.”
“I need just a little time to prepare.”
Losa 11 stood up and walked over to Jason, looking at him earnestly.
Then, he added,
“If you agree, I can have the chef make you some top-notch delicacies,” he added.
“Okay,” Jason agreed without hesitation.
Having already been involved, Jason had no intention of running away.
And now with the offer of gourmet food, he was even more resolute.
“Then I’m counting on you later!”
“It won’t take much time!”
“Half an hour will do!”
Having said this, Losa 11 turned and walked away.
Just like he said, time was running short, he needed to prepare quickly.
As for why he was sure the other would come here?
Anyone who had seen the video would surely come here first.
An obsession with the ‘primary scene’ would drive the other to do so.
Losa 11 was certain of this.
In fact, that’s exactly what Send 3 had done.
After arriving in Zone F, he headed straight for the Game Mansion, to the room that belonged to Jason.
Send 3, step by step, approached, eyes scanning the corridor, comparing it to the images in his mind, and finally, his gaze locked onto Jason, who sat cross-legged, continuously chewing and swallowing food.
He didn’t speak immediately but scrutinized.
After a full ten seconds, the other finally spoke—
“Do you want to truly live?”
