The Kelwo Flying Dragon!
For Jason, the taste of food he had eaten was branded into his soul.
If it wasn’t for a slight difference between bone and flesh, Jason was certain he could smell and identify the Kelwo Flying Dragon’s meat from a hundred meters radius.
The enticing aroma was gradually drawing closer.
Jason, whose reason had not yet been overtaken by appetite, easily thought of something.
He turned his head to look at Little Reed.
“It’s a roast Kelwo plump dragon meat prepared for you by Lord Gerard.”
He put the K2 grenades into his coat pocket.
After wiping the Broad Blade Cleaver’s short handle, Jason took out the hockey mask hidden at the bottom of the suitcase.
His fingers gently touched the hockey mask given to him by the old baronet.
Jason slowly put it on.