Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 822 - 38 The Real Losa 11?
Chapter 822: Chapter 38 The Real Losa 11?
When Send 3 spoke these words, he deliberately adjusted his stance to appear less condescending. His gaze softened, and gentleness seeped into his voice unintentionally, his face carrying a trace of a smile.
Such a posture was full of friendliness, more akin to a friend’s.
Jason, on the other hand, didn’t even lift his head, continuing to sit cross-legged there, eating a roast lamb leg.
You’re talking about roast goose?
That’s in the past.
10 roast geese, already finished.
Now it’s 100 roast lamb legs.
The crispy exterior and tender inside of the roasted lamb legs, paired with cumin, chili powder, sesame, and other dipping sauces, truly made Jason feel a sense of bliss.
The taste is good!
Once again, Jason praised the chefs of the ‘Game Mansion.’
Watching Jason being fully engaged, Send 3 slightly furrowed his brows.
His recent words had been carefully prepared.
Long before entering the ‘Game Mansion,’ Send 3 had put himself in someone else’s shoes.
As a ‘Brutalizer,’ trapped and with a cunning collaborator like Losa 11, what did Jason need?
Freedom, that was the first thing.
But considering the identity of ‘Brutalizer,’ deriving pleasure from ‘torturing’ became the second thing.
This was not any secret information.
Some seasoned ‘audience members’ could guess this.
Not to mention him, the third in line to the Send Family’s succession.
Of course, there might be things he didn’t know about.
The first two things were traceable.
The latter, he couldn’t speculate for the time being.
Therefore, he must use some words in their stead.
What could be a more natural, more suitable vague word than ‘living’?
It would naturally be to prepend ‘truly’ to ‘living.’
Send 3 was quite confident that anyone in Jason’s situation would surely react upon hearing this.
Whether it was mockery, refutation, or recognition, empathy.
There would be a reaction.
And as long as there was a reaction, he could naturally continue speaking, using words to break through the other’s inner defenses, thereby obtaining everything he wanted.
He was confident he could do so.
But, something seemed amiss.
Jason’s current behavior made him feel as if, in Jason’s heart, the roast lamb leg in his hands was more attractive than he was.
A pretense?
Send 3 couldn’t help but ponder inwardly.
His spoken words, however, did not stop.
“I am not a person of great tolerance, but I am willing to give you, Jason, a chance—a chance you’ve earned for yourself. In the previous two contests, as well as the ‘riot incident,’ you’ve exhibited extraordinary performance. You are already the victor of the F Section Finals, and soon you will represent F Section in the A Section for the grand finale.”
“Compared to the F Section contests, the grand finale in A Section is the stage people pay attention to, and the true battlefield where everything changes in an instant. One misstep can lead to utter destruction, so, Jason, would you like an extra bit of assistance?”
“An assistance that goes well beyond what Losa 11 could offer.”
“With this assistance, you could have a much greater chance of securing the final victory.”
“And then…”
“Truly live!”
Send 3 continued to probe.
His words flowed naturally, devoid of bluff.
He had already reviewed Jason’s data.
He knew very well that the seemingly brute big guy in front of him had a rather delicate heart.
So, he chose to be truthful.
In areas where he couldn’t give an accurate answer, he also used descriptions like ‘a much greater chance.’
Jason picked up a pinch of cumin and sprinkled it onto the lamb leg.
Send 3’s eyes were fixed, waiting for Jason’s reply.
Jason bit into the remaining lamb leg with restrained openness, only slightly parting his lips.
Crack!
The crispy skin made a light sound, juices splattering everywhere.
Eventually, the whole lamb leg bone was also put into that mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Amidst the chewing sounds of teeth and bone, Jason picked up a napkin next to him to wipe his mouth, pulled down his mask, turned, and looked at Send 3 outside the ‘door.’
Seeing Jason’s actions, Send 3 smiled.
He believed he had moved Jason.
But immediately, that smile froze.
“No one understands truly living better than I do!”
“Or perhaps…”
“You want a true eternal rest?”
Jason answered.
His voice wasn’t loud or low but maintained an even pace.
Both were indicative of Jason’s resolute attitude.
This response wasn’t what Send 3 wanted.
Ignoring the disrespect in Jason’s words, he quickly adjusted his frozen smile to a more amicable gesture and knocked on the ‘door.’
“Even so?”
“Or say…”
“Like this?”
Send 3 gestured toward the dish next to Jason, his face displaying an appropriate amount of regret.
Jason looked squarely at him.
Though his face under the mask was unclear, Jason’s emotionless eyes made Send 3 briefly think that Jason might mean what he said.
But how could that be possible?
What kind of person could stay calmly in a cage?
Just because of food?
For Send 3, this was inconceivable.
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So, he confirmed his previous hypothesis.
Jason was pretending.
Why?
The answer was obvious!
The coercion of Losa 11.
Besides that, there were no other possibilities!
At the same time, Send 3 thought of something else.
Did Losa 11 know he was coming?
He must have known!
If all this was the opponent’s setup, then Losa 11 would have expected his arrival and would have guessed he would come to Jason.
Because of this, Jason was being so difficult.
