Captulo 1565: Chapter 60: Return to the Southern Suburb Farm
The middle-aged owner of the food stall was montarily stunned.
He certainly knew the rumors about the ‘Night Watcher’ in front of him.
Exceptionally capable.
Humorous, loves to tell cold jokes.
And also…
A huge appetite.
Especially the last point, which was widely discussed.
Known for having the appetite of ten people.
So even suggested Jason should participate in the ‘Big Appetite Competition’ held in the Capital Terter.
He would undoubtedly be the champion.
The owner of ‘Anan Food Stall’ knew all of this.
Still, he invited Jason to eat.
For nothing in particular.
Just gratitude.
Gratitude for everything this ‘Night Watcher’ did for Lorde,
Jason did not refuse.
He simply chose the least expensive piece of bread.
Because he knew his appetite was not sothing a mobile food stall owner could afford.
Similarly, he did not refuse, because he knew why the owner was grateful.
He was just an insignificant participant.
The one truly deserving gratitude had long been laid to rest.
But the world had not forgotten.
That was enough.
The owner of Anan Food Stall was montarily taken aback.
Then he showed a big smile.
It was a brilliant smile.
It was a smile of recognition.
"As long as I’m here, whenever you want to eat, co anyti, no charge.”
The bald owner said this.
His words carried emphasis.
Jason nodded.
Then he said—
"This ti doesn’t count.”
Jason also emphasized.
"Thank you for your patronage, a total of 1 Silver Crooks and 12 Copper Crooks.”
The bald owner sighed and quoted the price for this ti.
Counting out the corresponding amount of coins, placing them on the counter, Jason picked up the food, nodded at the bald owner, and turned to leave.
And in his heart, Jason had already decided not to return.
Of course, it wasn’t that he wouldn’t have breakfast here anymore, but that he would send soone else to buy it.
Otherwise, ‘Anan Food Stall’ wouldn’t last two days before it went bankrupt.
Quite soon after Jason’s figure disappeared, soft sobs could be heard from the corner of ‘Anan Food Stall’.
The freckle-faced young man, Solin, was sniffling.
"Is this Jason?”
"Is this the ‘Night Watcher’?”
"Is this the true ‘Dark Knight’?”
This young man, who founded the ‘Flute Daily’, murmured to himself.
There was an inexplicable emotion on his face.
The middle-aged owner of the food stall glanced at the young man and silently prepared the food.
Jason, as a ‘Night Watcher’, went into the shadows to hunt monsters and protect everyone’s safety.
As a food stall owner, naturally, he had to make more food to ensure everyone was fed.
The freckle-faced young man grew even more emotional.
He looked in the direction Jason had left.
Then looked at the middle-aged owner of Anan Food Stall.
He slowly spoke in a voice only he could hear: “A hero who lingers in the darkness and a lonely gourt… that’s a man’s romance!”
The middle-aged owner, who was frying at, almost flung a at patty onto the young man’s face.
"Hey, hey, hey, who’s lonely?”
"I have been in love before!”
"When I was young, I was quite a looker!”
The middle-aged owner loudly protested.
"You’re already bald.”
"And you still…”
"Single!”
Solin emphasized.
Over ti, the talkative Solin had co to understand the kind of life the equally talkative owner of Anan Food Stall led.
In his youth?
Perhaps he truly was as he claid.
But that was in his youth.
Now?
He’s just a bald, lonely, sowhat skilled, principled, but also slightly greasy middle-aged man.
The owner of Anan Food Stall seed struck and stood in a daze.
Then, he looked up at the gradually brightening eastern sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
For so reason, he exuded a lancholic aura.
"You know?”
"In my youth, I was quite adept at using a at saw.”
"And a handgun, shotguns too.”
"At that ti, those infected with beast mutation…”
"Enough!”
"A handgun might be credible, but a shotgun? Really?”
"That’s a novel weapon launched not long ago by ‘Winchester Brothers’ workshop, and besides being adored by ‘Night Watcher’ Jason, ordinary people couldn’t handle its recoil.” ℝ𝙖𐌽ỒＢËṡ
"To the extent that Winchester Brothers had to develop a version suited to regular users.”
Solin rolled his eyes, rcilessly exposing the middle-aged owner’s lies.
Blood therapy.
Beast mutation disease.
And that aunt at Pass-the-Fla food stall, with her kind deanor, also concocted lies to deceive him.
Pass-the-Fla?
Ashes?
Honestly, not even third-rate novels dare to write like that.
"You and Pass-the-Fla Aunt really should, if you like storytelling, submit to my ‘Flute Daily’, why do you both narrate these stories mysteriously every ti.”
"Maybe, you’ll even beco an author.”
While speaking, Solin reached for his pocket, planning to buy a at patty.
Ultimately, he settled for a pie.
After all, a whole at patty required 3 Copper Corners.
Whereas the pie, even for a whole, only cost 6 Copper Crooks.
He could eat half.
Leave half for lunch.
Even, saving a bit, solve dinner too.
"See, this is why I’m not an author.”
"Because there’s never enough to eat!”
"If I’m not satisfied with eating, the rest…”
"Is just aningless.”
The middle-aged owner sighed while handing the pie to Solin.
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