Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565
The middle-aged owner of the food stall was momentarily stunned.
He certainly knew the rumors about the 'Night Watcher' in front of him.
Exceptionally capable.
Humorous, loves to tell cold jokes.
Especially the last point, which was widely discussed.
Known for having the appetite of ten people.
Some 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.
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 something 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.
The owner of Anan Food Stall was momentarily 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, come anytime, no charge."
The bald owner said this.
His words carried emphasis.
"This time 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 time.
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 someone 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 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 gourmet... that's a man's romance!"
The middle-aged owner, who was frying meat, almost flung a meat 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."
Over time, the talkative Solin had come to understand the kind of life the equally talkative owner of Anan Food Stall led.
Perhaps he truly was as he claimed.
But that was in his youth.
He's just a bald, lonely, somewhat skilled, principled, but also slightly greasy middle-aged man.
The owner of Anan Food Stall seemed struck and stood in a daze.
Then, he looked up at the gradually brightening eastern sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
For some reason, he exuded a melancholic aura.
"In my youth, I was quite adept at using a meat saw."
"And a handgun, shotguns too."
"At that time, those infected with beast mutation..."
"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."
"To the extent that Winchester Brothers had to develop a version suited to regular users."
Solin rolled his eyes, mercilessly exposing the middle-aged owner's lies.
Beast mutation disease.
And that aunt at Pass-the-Flame food stall, with her kind demeanor, also concocted lies to deceive him. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Honestly, not even third-rate novels dare to write like that.
"You and Pass-the-Flame Aunt really should, if you like storytelling, submit to my 'Flute Daily', why do you both narrate these stories mysteriously every time."
"Maybe, you'll even become an author."
While speaking, Solin reached for his pocket, planning to buy a meat patty.
Ultimately, he settled for a pie.
After all, a whole meat patty required 3 Copper Corners.
Whereas the pie, even for a whole, only cost 6 Copper Crooks.
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 meaningless."
The middle-aged owner sighed while handing the pie to Solin.