Deck.


    Against the setting sun and ocean breeze, Jason was talking on amunicator.


    After several attempts at dialing, the other end was finally answering the phone – the


    “Hello, is this Lilith?”


    Jason asked in a rush.


    “Satan, it’s me. Have you recovered from your injuries? Thest time you went to the Temple of Darkness to fight Shura Sanctuary, I heard that you were seriously injured and unconscious, and then I learned that you were escorted back to Carovia for medical treatment and woke up. You’re still recovering in Carovia, aren’t you?”


    On them, came Lilith’s happy voice.


    “My injuries have long since healed. I’ve returned to Dark World now and wanted to find you for a bit because there’s something I guess you’re the only one who can help.” Jason said.


    “What is it? Tell me, I’ll help if I can.”


    “My grandfather came with me to Dark World. My grandfather was going to meet some Dark Agists, such as the Holy Night people and the Blood Moon Agists. But I don’t know where to find them. I can only ask you.”


    Jason said truthfully.


    Indeed, these Dark Agist’s Holy Land are basically extremely hidden, Jason’s knowledge about Dark Agist is actually not much, for a moment to say to find Dark Agist, he really has no direction and does not know where to look.


    So there was only Lilith to turn to.


    “You’re looking for Holy Night people and Blood Moon Agist people?” Lilith sounded a little surprised, and after a pause, she continued, “Where are you? Why don’t I go find you? It’s hard to tell over the phone.”


    “I’m on my way to Babia right now. if you’reing, you cane over and meet me on the Babia side.” Jason said.


    “Alright, I’m in Holy Land in the n, there are some things going on inside the n, I’lle back to you after things are taken care of. It’s just three or five days.” Lilith said.


    “Okay, then I’ll wait for you toe over!”


    Jason spoke up, then ended some of his call with Lilith.


    …


    A littleter, a table of wine and food was served.


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    Wine and food were served, and Jason, Old Mr. Miller already Mr. Iron Fist, and many other Satan Warriors sat around the table and began to drink and eat.


    “This stuff is the so-called ‘King of Spirits’?”


    Old Mr. Miller asked as he took a sip of his Remy Martin Louis XIII.


    “It does have a reputation as the king of spirits on this side of the West.” Jason said with a nod.


    Old Mr. Miller skimmed his lips and said, “That’s about it. It’s a little strong, but it’s not even close to being the king of spirits, and Jason, you’ve had Ghost Doctor Valley’s Eliza MacKenzie Liquor, and it’s not even close to being as strong as that. ”


    Jason nodded in deep empathy and said, “Indeed. It’s nothing like Eliza MacKenzie Liquor. Westerners, however, are not used to drinking white wine either, so Remy Martin Louis XIII is considered to be very strong among foreign wines.”


    “Gramps, if you’re not used to foreign wine, then open white wine.” Mr. Iron Fist said.


    Old Mr. Miller waved his hand and said, “No, no. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and since we’re on the Western side, a little foreign wine won’t hurt.”


    “Old Mr. Miller, eat the meat! It’s a freshly roasted leg ofmb, eat it while it’s hot, it smells good!”


    Treg grinned as he took his knife and sliced off a chunk ofmb shank and ced it on the dinner te in front of Old Mr. Miller.


    “Eat, everyone. Here’s a toast first.”


    Jason said as he lifted his ss.


    “Fuck!”


    Mr. Iron Fist and the others spoke up, picking up the sses in front of them and clinking them together.


    Old Mr. Miller ate the roasted leg ofmb with great relish and couldn’t help but say, “This roasted leg ofmb is very vorful, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the toppings are captured extremely well. Who roasted it?”


    “Old Mr. Miller, it’s me, it’s me.”


    Chef Spoon immediately spoke up, heaping a smile on his face.


    “You’re a good boy, that’s a great handful. Here, Old Mr. Miller I’ll drink to you.” Old Mr. Miller said.


    “If you like it, I’ll bake it for you every day.” Chef Spoonughed and raised his ss to drink with Old Mr. Miller.


    Old Mr. Miller also liked this kind of atmosphere, he said: “People, in this life, the rarest thing is to have a group of like-minded life and death brothers. So, I’m still very happy to see you guys. Whether it’s you guys or Jason, cherish this love. Brothers have feelings, but the battlefield has no feelings, so there is wine today and drunk today, this is a smooth life.”


    “Old Mr. Miller’s words really hit home. Doesn’t it seem like Old Mr. Miller had a battlefield experience back in the day?” Mr. Iron Fist asked.


    Jason smiled and said, “Old Mr. Miller did go to the battlefield when he was young, and we weren’t even born yet. It is said that on the battlefield back then, Old Mr. Miller was a lone man who broke into the enemy camp at night, took the head of the enemy general and beheaded him, which made the enemy army unstable and copsed.”


    “Old Mr. Miller this is simply dominating!” Tiger said heartily.


    “Stop bragging about him, any more and this Old Mr. Miller is going to have to go to heaven.” Jason joked.


    Old Mr. Miller red at Jason and said, “Jason you know shit! Your brothers are the ones who are telling the truth…. By the way, how many brothers do you have in this legion? It adds up to more than a thousand? You just a little let these more than 1, 000 soldiers understand Old Mr. Miller’s insignificant deeds well, don’t need to go to make a big fuss, do people have to be low-profile.”


    You call that a low profile?


    Jason that’s a no-brainer.


    Mr. Iron Fist and the others, on the other hand, couldn’t help butugh, just thinking that Old Mr. Miller wasn’t really that funny.


    …


    Two dayster.


    Babia Port.


    The ship slowly sailed into the harbor and came to a stop, and as the decks were lowered, the people on board stepped off the ship.


    On the dock, Hemers, Pam, Momo, Leopard, and dozens of other Satan Warriors came to greet Jason and the others as they saw them walk off the ship.


    “Captain Miller, it’s been a long journey.” Hemers said with a smile.


    Jason nodded and greeted the many Satan Army brothers who hade to greet him as he asked, “Nothing much going ontely?”


    Hemers said, “Nothing much is going on, Devil’s Army Factory has been running normally. As the arms market in South America has been monopolized by us, the benefits are rising. If the timees, it can radiate to other regions.”


    “That’s good.” Jason smiled, addressing the many Satan Warriors, “Brothers, we’ll return to base first.”


    “Go, return to base.”


    One by one Satan Warriors are happy to say.


    Immediately, Jason and the others took the car and sped all the way towards Babia’s base building.