The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 77: Justin’s Curse

Justin Kney suddenly raised his head and looked out the window with a solemn expression.

A strange light red brilliance flowed in his pupils, and a pattern similar to a crosshair was reflected in his pupils.

"What's wrong, Justin."

Viscount Barbour raised his head and made a low and hoarse voice: "Is there a winner?"

After a while, Justin came back to his senses and nodded to the old Viscount.

"Yes, my lord."

He said in a deep voice: "Gerald is dead. And those two people were basically uninjured."

"Oh, unfortunately."

Viscount Barbour nodded nonchalantly and said softly: "Then continue to stare."

Then he lowered his head and continued to chew the food slowly as if he didn't care at all.

His body was hunched over, and his spine-like protruding spine could be seen on his thin body. His arms and thighs were so thin that they looked like skeletons, with the skin hanging loosely on the bones. The eyes sunken downward into the sockets were cloudy and emotionless.

He tore off a piece of squab meat, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Despite his age, Viscount Barbour has always refused to eat bland food. He would rather equip himself with seven or eight false teeth than give up eating meat.

On the plate in front of him were a roasted squab, foie gras with applesauce, lobster stewed in cream, tomatoes and basil leaves, and a plate of grilled shellfish.

Given Viscount Barbour's age, this is undoubtedly a very high-risk diet. Even if he were twenty years younger than his age, this meal might still be life-threatening.

But he has maintained this eating habit for more than thirty years.

In the past, young priests who had just arrived in Fort Ross would often see this behavior while having dinner with him and wanted to stop him. But Viscount Barbour was completely dismissive of these so-called healthy eating suggestions and had never heard a word of it.

He was only in his fifties that year.

Now, he is about to be ninety years old.

——Those priests who once advised him to maintain a healthy diet still failed him after all.

Now, Justin is generally used to the old man's eccentric personality.

If someone directly refutes his opinion, as long as the opinion put forward has some truth, Viscount Barbour will usually not be angry.

But if the Viscount didn't ask questions and others started talking incessantly and talking to themselves... he would be very bored.

As long as he doesn't ask, he won't bother to tell.

He and the Viscount sat at the same table to eat, but they were far apart from each other.

This is not because of keeping a distance from the Viscount, or to maintain status or etiquette.

Just because, "I can't let it go."

Yes, I can't let it go.

Unlike the exquisite food in front of the Viscount, the food in front of Justin looked very rough. It can even be said that the pot was just placed directly in front of him.

But correspondingly, the amount of food in front of Justin was extremely exaggerated - several plates half a meter in diameter, filled with various kinds of sausages, boiled meats and barbecues piled as high as a hill. Topped with thick sauce. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to finish half of it even if they ate for three days and three nights.

Not a piece of food, not a bite of rice.

There is only honey syrup that can be consumed as a drink.

Overall, it is undoubtedly boring to a scary degree.

But for Justin, this is a necessary "ritual."

Every time he thought he might be about to face a battle, he would request a grotesquely sumptuous meat dinner from the Viscount.

This is related to the content of his curse:

The curse he holds is called [Overloaded Hunger].

[No matter how much food is stored in the belly, as long as you are injured once, you will inevitably fall into a state of extreme hunger one hour later; at the same time, if you have not eaten raw vegetables in the past three days, you can get a temporary ritual: overload hunger]

[Overload hunger: You can "overload" up to seven days' worth of food in advance, and no matter how much food you eat, it will not affect your agility. Every time you "overload" and store energy for one day, you can get twice the extra physical recovery speed]

This is a pretty powerful spell.

If the maximum quota is overloaded, Justin can receive a steady stream of physical energy recovery within an hour of entering the battle. No matter what kind of fierce battle, he will not feel tired.

Hence why he fights with a hammer and an axe. After overloading, he can even run at full speed for an hour, or tirelessly swing his weapon at full strength for an hour.

…But it’s also a pretty money-consuming ability.

This means that Justin can't eat lettuce even once.

Otherwise, every time you want to use your own spell, you have to wait three days. And if Justin really wanted to go all out, he would have to continuously eat enough food for him to digest for more than one hundred and sixty hours.

Among those foods that are not easy to digest, meat is the easiest to swallow and lettuce is the least easy to eat.

But Justin has not told Viscount Barbour that he can actually eat other foods... So far, the Viscount only thinks that his curse requires eating meat to trigger.

Justin did not sell his life to the Viscount after all.

The relationship between them is just a long-term employment relationship, so naturally they will not tell the Viscount the specific content of their curse. Knowing another person's curse is often the same as controlling their life and death.

The dinner that Justin applied to the Viscount had many requirements, but also a lot of weird details. The purpose was to distract the viscount and misguide his thinking.

For a senior hunter, hiding the true content of his curse in many weird daily behaviors can effectively increase the chance of survival.

After all, their profession is relatively hateful...

He ate for a while and then suddenly paused.

He sensed that the two bronze-level transcendent beings were separated.

This information must be reported to the Viscount in a timely manner.

So Justin immediately spoke: "The two of them separated. One continued to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, and the other rushed here."

"Not bad."

Alvin Barber narrowed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "It seems I won't need you tonight."

"You look confident."

"Yes, because I made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

Viscount Barbour said with a smile: "Actually, I left two people there.

"If Gerald wins, the person who greets him will be the tax collector Mr. Notedam... He can directly tell Gerald what price I can offer him. In this case, I I can't say, but Notedam is just an ordinary person. He doesn't know Gerald's identity, so he can definitely say.

"And if Don Juan wins in the end, it is Deputy Police Commissioner Ferdinand who goes to greet him, with the purpose of hinting to him that the security force of Roseburg is completely under my control. That is to say, admit it, Those attacks were indeed my idea...but he couldn't argue with me because the entire police department belonged to me."

Viscount Barbour said calmly: "Don Juan Geraint is a rather weak man, just like his father. He has some cleverness but little experience - he thought he came to Roseburg on his own. , you can catch me and find evidence that I illegally purchased and hid Black Fire.

"But he doesn't know that evidence is only effective when he is in a dominant position. So I have to ask Ferdinand to hint to him...tell him that I was cheated by Jela De has controlled his mind. ~IndoMTL.com~ But will he really believe it?"

Justin asked subconsciously.

"He had to believe it."

Viscount Barbour chuckled: "Because Gerald is dead...dead people can't speak, but I can. They can't get the evidence.

"He came to Roseburg just to find evidence, but when I blew up my own house, all the black fire was used up...I blew it up for him to see. Tell him, it's impossible. Found evidence that I broke the law.

"On the contrary, even the previous evidence has been destroyed. And it was not me who took action, it was Don Juan himself - so he could only endure it and hold it back. Come to Roseburg and meet him. I'll make peace."

The old man said slowly: "I asked Ferdinand to hint to him that the previous unpleasantness can be ignored. Now that I have lowered my attitude, he only has three choices left:

"Either bring Salvatore here, kill you and me, and then put all the blame on Gerald; or accept this hidden loss, leave decisively, and find the next one. Timing.

"Either he came alone... This means that he took the initiative to disarm, gave up resistance, and negotiated peace with me. After all, he could also guess that since we and Gerald can maintain a balance of power, at least He is not weaker than him. Without the protection of Salvatore, Don Juan himself must be weaker than us, and he will not be able to conflict with us - that is to say, he has already given up.

"And I naturally won't make him look too ugly. After all, we don't have any deep hatred."

The old Viscount's expression did not change: "I just gave him some trouble and kept him busy. Don't mess around in the past few months.

"——Anyway, if you wait a few more months, there will be no Geraint family."