Chapter 677: Chapter 68: How to Properly Increase Favorability
After parking the car in a nearby parking lot, Jason walked toward ‘mory Lane’ on foot.
Strolling along the streets at night, Jason recalled the dinner he’d just had, and couldn’t help but smile.
‘The Unyielding Copper’ had never let him down.
Whether it was the warriors, the knights, or the food there.
Especially the food!
Not only was the portion generous, but the taste was also quite good.
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To put it simply, it was rough yet refined.
The sausages weren’t sliced but cut into ‘pieces’ that were just the right size for one bite.
Legs of lamb, racks of lamb lined up on the grill, it was a spectacular sight.
What surprised Jason the most was the broth in the pots as big as water jars.
The potatoes were soft and flavorful, the beef had the perfect fat-to-at ratio, and the broth was clear and tasty.
Just thinking about it made Jason involuntarily swallow his saliva.
Although he’d just won the ‘Restaurant War’ as the first-place recipient with als for twenty, that was already half an hour ago, and he was feeling hungry again.
Therefore, Jason was preparing to supplent his dinner in a restaurant on ‘mory Lane’ and then search thodically afterward.
However, just as he was about to step into ‘mory Lane,’ a young man approached him.
Even though the clothes had changed, Jason recognized him at a glance.
Bolun.
The second son of the Bolun family.
Not only because Jason had an extraordinary mory, but also because of the other’s ‘cleverness.’
A person who uses arrogance and disdain to disguise himself, achieving his goals in this way, concerns Jason more than soone who pretends to be weak to gain sympathy—the latter is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but if one always plays the sheep, one will beco a real sheep one day.
And the forr?
On the contrary, will always remain vigilant, constantly reminding oneself to keep within bounds.
After all, a slight error could an death.
In the face of death, everything is equal.
And if one escapes death?
That’s a transformation.
Jason, who had mingled in the Nightless City, was all too clear about this.
That’s why the mory of the Bolun family’s second son was still fresh in his mind.
"Good evening, Lord Jason,”
Bolun bowed in greeting.
It was an ancient ritual, not the contemporary one popular among the upper class, the etiquette of this world’s past.
Clearly, it was sothing the other had learned in recent tis.
Indeed, that was the case.
In recent tis, although Bolun hadn’t genuinely co into contact with ‘Mystical Side knowledge,’ he had learned so peripheral matters of the ‘Mystical Side.’ ꭆÁ𝐍ＯꞖÊS̈
For example: ancient etiquette.
Bolun didn’t like such rituals.
He thought modern etiquette was more direct.
Yet, the young man, knowing full well that to blend into a circle one must adopt the corresponding stance, spared no effort in learning everything that should be learned.
Even disdain and aversion couldn’t stop him.
Thus, at this mont, Bolun really did resemble a noble youth from two hundred years ago.
Even ordinary clothes couldn’t mask such an impression.
Jason looked at the young man before him, remaining silent.
He knew that the other didn’t co over just to say hi.
Their relationship hadn’t reached that level of familiarity.
So what was the purpose of his visit?
Jason wondered naturally.
In the face of Jason’s silence, Bolun revealed a benevolent smile.
He had said before that there were two thods.
The timing had been wrong before, forcing the most passive option.
But now, the opportunity had arrived!
He naturally had to seize it!
Even if the possibility of failure ant being smashed to bits!
He had to try!
With this thought, the last bit of disharmony on Bolun’s face disappeared, leaving him looking completely at ease.
"Lord Jason, may I have the honor of inviting you to dine with ?”
"Both for this encounter,”
"And as an apology for last ti.”
Bolun said this with a smile, his expression composed, eyes showing no oddity, even his heartbeat was steady.
He seed, just as he stated, to be rely making ands.
But Emily, watching from a distance, had her heart pounding like a drum.
Emily had not forgotten what Bolun had just ntioned.
Bolun was taking a gamble!
Gambling on his own destiny!
Gambling on Jason’s true love for food!
Emily imdiately recalled what Bolun had said after leaving Tony’s Restaurant.
‘Lord Jason must truly love food; back at the restaurant, there was a faint sense of excitent in his eyes.’
‘Of course, it could be a disguise.’
Although it was a brief glimpse, Bolun had observed quite a bit.
Emily believed in this.
She knew how exceptional her friend’s observational skills were.
Still, she was slightly puzzled by the latter comnt.
Why would anyone disguise their love for food?
Her friend had then answered.
‘Because, there is no better way to divert attention from a weakness than ‘disguise’!’
‘Creating an obvious ‘weak point’ is much better than exposing the real one!’
‘I would do that.’
‘And the ‘Ship Slayer’ could, too.’
‘The excitent in his eyes might be anticipation for food, or it might be sothing else—for example: plotting sothing with the restaurant owner? After all, Tony has a certain status in the Mystical Side, and that Ship Slayer would definitely not miss such an independent ‘ally’ if he planned anything.’
Despite that, based on the fact that Jason stayed to wash dishes in Delbon, Bolun surmised that Jason’s anticipation for food was the majority.
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