Livid mortis, Jason had seen it before. More than once, in fact. This was the first time he had seen it on a ‘living’ person! According to common sense, this was impossible. Yet, if corpses could ‘come back to life,’ what else was impossible? Without a hint of panic, Jason just sat there quietly in his seat, silently listening as the fat boss, blooming with corpse spots before his eyes, recounted everything about the ‘Morson Circus.’ Starting from Morson making his fortune from a bag of gold he stumbled upon by accident, to bullying dwarves within his circus—it seemed like the fat boss knew everything there was to know about Morson. And as he described Morson more and more, the corpse spots on the fat boss’s face also increased. But Peters remained as he was before. This fueled the man’s rage to its limit, and he thrust the short sword straight at Peters’ throat. Both swift and fierce. However, just as the tip of the sword touched Peters’ throat, it stopped. The man, sword in hand and eyes hidden beneath the hood of his hat, glared at Peters. Looking at Peters, who was the picture of calm, the man’s anger peaked. He was about to stab his short sword to the side, but at that moment, he felt as if he noticed something. his “little bug” had lost contact. Subconsciously, the man looked towards the front hall. A tall, robust figure entered his view. Watching the leisurely pace, the man already furious to the extreme, instantly found a better target to vent his anger. Agile as a cat, the man flipped over and landed behind Jason, his short sword piercing straight toward Jason’s back. Peters, who had just appeared serene, flipped to his feet and roared. But it had no effect whatsoever. On the contrary, after hearing Peters’ words, the man’s short sword sped up even more. Ignoring the short sword aimed at his back, Jason drew his broad-bladed short-handled cleaver and turned with a slash. The man with the short sword flipped over with agility and dodged Jason’s slash, and then, he thrust his sword again toward Jason’s back. He remained the same. Given that he was sufficiently well-fed, against an opponent who was faster and more agile than himself, Jason would certainly not choose a second mode of combat. The man with the short sword flipped over once more with agility. However, this time, the man with the short sword did not attack Jason again. Instead, after creating some distance, he observed Jason with a look of doubtful astonishment. A reckless fighting style. “I didn’t expect someone from ‘Bear Tower’ to have survived.” The man with the short sword said with certainty. How come I don’t know about it? Peters was taken aback. But before Peters could even speak, the man with the short sword went on, “I admit we’ve chosen different paths, but I don’t think your choice is better than mine. I will continue down my path, and you? Keep the title of ‘Black Cat’ for yourself—I certainly won’t recognize it!” Then, the man with the short sword turned to look at Jason. “Sorry, warrior of Bear Tower!” “I apologize for my rashness!” “I hope that the next time we meet, we can share a drink in happiness, let the ‘little bug’ be compensation.” After speaking, the man with the short sword leapt up to the big tree in the courtyard and, with a few bounds, completely disappeared from sight. Jason was left there, frowning. He heard the term once again. After a moment of silence, Jason asked. “He’s just young and overthinking,” replied Peters, shaking his head. Then, the two fell into silence. Neither Jason nor Peters were talkative. About a minute or two later, Peters thought he ought to say something.