Chapter 598: Chapter 37 Jennifer Stands by Her Word


    The afternoon sunlight shone on the body at Jason’s feet, the ring light reflected by the blood forced him to involuntarily blink.


    Am I not full? Am I hallucinating?


    Jason asked himself.


    Because, without the need to touch or inspect, Jason could clearly sense that the person before him was indeed dead.


    He clearly sensed the entire ‘life vanishing’ process.


    But what on earth got into them? Why would they suddenlymit suicide?


    Was there some kind of conspiracy? Shenanigans?


    Such thoughts kept tumbling through his mind, giving rise to numerous doubts in Jason’s heart, and he squatted down to examine the corpse meticulously.


    Only after confirming there was no danger did he truly approach.


    A momentter, Jason stood up with a confused expression on his face.


    He reconfirmed that the person was indeed dead.


    But this made Jason even more puzzled.


    Why would they do this?


    In the just-ended situation, he was the one at a disadvantage.


    The person had the advantage of being in the air, able to attack or defend, with no need at all tomit suicide.


    Plus, there were the person’s words.


    Remembering their incoherent words, Jason’s brows furrowed deeply.


    “Is this what they call a ‘Witch’?”


    “Pure madness?”


    Jasonmented with furrowed brows.


    The identity of the woman before him wasn’t hard to guess, given her Witch attire, her absence from the previous gatherings, and her powerful and bizarre abilities, it only left one possibility: Jennifer.


    The leader of Cherry City’s Witches, known as ‘the Witch,’ Jennifer.


    Ever since he encountered those Witches, Jason had thought about meeting Jennifer.


    Her position was one he couldn’t bypass in Cherry City.


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    He thought she might confront him due to differing stands.


    Or perhaps they would draw swords against each other.


    Or maybe she would hide and y cunning tricks instead.


    Jason considered all the possibilities.


    But he had never thought that their meeting would be like this: afortable afternoon, with the nting sunlight in the outskirts of the forest, and after brushing past each other… consecutive deaths.


    After dying ten times in a row, he was crushed into a meat paste.


    After she was killed by him twice, she directly pulled off her own head and handed it to him.


    The whole process was absurd, bizarre, and inexplicable.


    Even with his many experiences, Jason became suspicious and doubtful at this moment.


    “This isn’t the beginning of some curse ceremony, is it?”


    Jason thought so.


    Witches are skilled at curses.


    This is amonly epted fact on the ‘Mystical Side.’


    But immediately, Jason shook his head.


    Again, the same point: the person had the upper hand, there was no need to sacrifice their life to curse him; it would seem more reasonable if he had driven them into a corner instead.


    “What on earth happened?”


    Jason’s heart was filled with confusion.


    Even now, Jason had not figured out what happened.


    He neither knew why Jennifer hade.


    Nor did he understand why she suddenlymitted suicide.


    But she must have had some purpose!


    About this point, Jason was certain.


    Even if she appeared mad and strange, there must be a purpose!


    Madmen have their own logic.


    Unfortunately, most of the time, it’s iprehensible to sane people.


    Jason tried to think from Jennifer’s perspective, but it was futile.


    He knew too little about her; with such scant information, he couldn’t put himself in her shoes.


    Just as Jason was about to call a member of the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ stationed at the ‘Clock Tower’ to ask for more information about Jennifer, the sound of something flying rapidly approached from the distant sky.


    Whoosh!


    The Witch named Emily, whom he had seen at the gathering, appeared above him at a rapid pace from afar. An invisible force field around her isted the attack of the air during flight, allowing her to sit calmly on her broom, with her Witch robe not even slightly disheveled and her round-brimmed, pointed hat trembling slightly as she looked down at him.


    At this moment, a clear surprise emerged in her eyes.


    No keen observation was needed.


    Any normal person could see the surprise.


    And afterwards, her attitude and behavior were very clear.


    Staring at Jason for a full five seconds, the Witch finally spoke.


    “Good afternoon, Mr. Jason,”


    Her tone was polite as she extended her right hand, lightly pinching the hem of her Witch robe in a curtsy.


    Even while sitting on her broom, her etiquette was impable.


    This was a stark contrast to her behavior before.


    She seemed like a well-mannered nobledy.


    Jason did not respond; instead, he gazed at her, his hand already gripping the hilt of his knife tightly.


    He had not forgotten that Jennifer’s corpsey at his feet.


    “Mr. Jason, please don’t worry,”


    “I’m not here for revenge,”


    “I’m just here to convey a message from Miss Jennifer,”


    Emily saw Jason’s stance and immediately let out a clear, lightugh, whichsted for about one or two seconds before sheposed herself, bing serious again.


    One moment, her demeanor was like that of a carefree girl.


    Now, she became as stern and as just as a judge.


    “I owe you, and I will repay you in kind.”


    “You died in front of me eleven times, right?”


    “Then I’ll die in front of you eleven times as well.”


    After speaking, the Witch gave a small cough.


    “These are the exact words of Miss Jennifer, Mr. Jason. Do you have any message to ry back to her?”