Chapter 77: Justins Curse (1/2)

Chapter 77: Justin’s Curse

Justin Kney raised his head suddenly, looking out the ith a solelimmer in his pupils They reflected a pattern similar to a crosshair

“What’s the matter, Justin?”

Viscount Barber raised his head and spoke with a low, hoarse voice, “Is the winner decided?”

After a while, Justin recovered and nodded to the old viscount

“Yes, my viscount”

He said in a deep voice, “Gerald is dead, and neither of those tas injured”

“Oh, unfortunate”

Viscount Barber nodded nonchalantly and hu them”

Immediately, the viscount lowered his head; he proceeded to chew the food slowly and indifferently

He crouched with bones protruding frohs were thin as if he was haggard It see on the bones In the sunken eye sockets, his eyes were murky and without eeon meat, stuffed it into his h Viscount Barber was old, he had always rejected eating bland food He would rather put seven or eight false teeth than give up eating meat

In front of hiras with apple compote, lobster steith butter, torilled shellfish

For Viscount Barber’s age, this was undoubtedly a high-risk diet But, even if his age were to be deducted by twenty, this

But he had maintained this diet for more than 30 years

In the past, there were always young priests who had just co so after witnessing it But, Viscount Barber co recommendations and didn’t bother to listen to a word

He was only in his fifties that year

For now, he was about to be ninety years old

The priests who had persuaded hiave up due to his stubbornness

Justin was also roughly used to the old man’s weird character

If soenerally not be offended as long as the proposition was reasonable

But if viscount didn’t ask while the other party kept babbling, he would be annoyed

As long as no one asked, he didn’t bother about it

Justin was sitting at the same table with the viscount for dinner, but they were far apart from each other

This was not because of the viscount keeping a distance for the sake of

Just because “there was not enough space for the servings”

Yes, there was indeed not enough spacing

Unlike the exquisite food in front of the viscount, the food in front of Justin looked unrefined It was just a pot being put directly in front of him

But in contrast, the aerated There was a plate spanned half a es, boiled h as a hill The food was topped with a thick sauce Ordinary people couldn’t eat half of it even if they ate it for three days and three nights

There were no vegetables and no rice

The only serving that was not meat was the honey syrup treated as a drink

On the whole, it was undoubtedly terrifying

But for Justin, this was a necessary “ritual”

Every tiht be about to usher into a battle, he would request viscount for a rich and meaty dinner

This was related to his curse:

The curse he held was called [Overload Hunger]

[No matter how much food is stored in the abdoer after one hour as long as you are injured once At the saetables in the past three days, you can get a teer: You can “overload” up to seven days of food intake in advance No ility Each “overload” stores a day’s worth of energy You can get twice the extra speed of physical strength recovery]