"In that case, you belong to me now!..."
When the middle-aged man and the others around Jason heard his words, they were baffled and even Shane wanted to intervene.
But when he saw determination glimmering in his disciple's eyes, Shane knew that he would be unable to change Jason's decision.
"Huh...but why...and how? Don't you want to kill me? I nearly killed you...and look at your hands…!!!"
The middle-aged man was unable to understand anything. Instead of the harsh punishment he had expected to receive, Jason just smiled at him as he said
"If you are really the creator of these rocket launchers, I want you to work for me! If you don't feel like it, just apologize by helping me out once or twice! At least you almost killed me..or rather Fasro!"
Fasro wouldn't have died, but Jason didn't want to destroy the man's illusion. Despite the pain in his hands, he couldn't help but feel pity.
Ten minutes had passed and the chaotic situation began to ease as Jason had some time to speak with the middle-aged man, whose name was Mike Asdra, alone.
The others stepped back giving them some space, yet, they didn't retreat fully because Mike had just attacked Fasro, who had saved the Greil clan and whole kingdom from the small four-race alliance!
Who knew whether he would do something like this again!
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He called himself a simple man who had just wanted to create better weapons that could be used by other citizens without a great mana aptitude or high mana core rank!
Mike had initially begun to manufacture weapons like rocket launchers and certain types of pistols in order to protect citizens from humans with ill-intentions and ferocious beasts that might invade cities and protected areas during a beast tide!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})How could he have known that a war was about to start!
Mike had also told Jason that his wife had the most knowledge about mana devices and that he had only learned a little bit in order to create mana guns and other similar devices.
Unfortunately, she and Mike's daughter had been killed shortly after the war of the foreign races had begun, from an individual of a foreign race at that.
As such Mike began to hate foreign races and he could barely accept the Lyran race because they tried to protect the Grier family and kingdom!
In the end, he had attacked Fasro, thinking that he belonged to one of the four races of the small four-race alliance!
As such it was a big misunderstanding caused by the terror the Ariyor race's appearance and mana fluctuations caused to Mike's mental health that was already unstable!
This caused Jason to sigh in relief because it might be better to save Mike than kill him, because of the mistake he had made!
Mike was still not sure what Jason wanted to do when he recalled how he had defended against the rocket launchers attack that was on par with a Lord rank ranked elemental attack!
"I…might say something rude now, but do you want me to manufacture a rocket launcher for you too? If I'm not wrong, your hands are unable to bear the impact of the compressed mana you release at once, in a single direction...If that's the case….I'm...not sure if I can do that…"
It was not difficult to comprehend what Jason wanted from him and Mike's guess was spot on.
If he were to be able to shoot the black fire bullets out of a rocket launcher, rifle, or to be more precise a small pistol, his fingers wouldn't have to bear the impact as the weapon's materials would have to do so!
However, what Jason had not expected was that Mike was reluctant to help him.
He had almost killed him after all!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Is there a particular reason why you cannot, or maybe why you don't like to help me?"
Jason tried to figure out Mike's issue, but there was not really a solution to it.
Meanwhile, the male from the Lyran race tried to speak to Fascro in the universal language.
He wanted to figure out what Jason was or from which race he belonged.
Yet, instead of answering, Fasro could only sigh
"You should know the answer for yourself. My knowledge about this youth's situation might be broader than yours but he is also a mystery to me! But let me repeat myself. If you don't want anything to happen to your race, or anyone close to you, I can just give you a tip; stay away from Jason, or don't spread any information about him!"
Fasro was not sure why he had even answered the Lyran race, but he felt like he was about to expose Jason's secret right off the bat.
Jason had just retraced his stigma's glow and the aura around him, and it was not difficult to perceive how exhausted he was!
He had deflected an attack at the late Lique stage after all!
This was something that had shocked Fasro and the others greatly, but it was more embarrassing that Jason's reaction had been faster than theirs.
Fasro knew that he wouldn't have died, or even received a severe injury after getting hit by the rocket that had been launched at him, yet, Jason had given his best to protect him.
It might have been unnecessary, but Fasro could tell that Jason would protect others despite being at a disadvantage.
As such, Fasro felt like he had to help out Jason to a certain extent too!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Only a few more minutes had passed before Jason and Mike came to a conclusion.
Mike had been unable to decide whether he wanted to help Jason because he was not sure whether Jason would use the weapons he created against humans as he might have been manipulated by other foreign races, or if he were to use those weapons against humanity's enemies.
Jason found this reasonable and at the same time a little bit ridiculous, he had just fought against the small four-race alliance with his life on the line after all!
There was also another reason for Mike to be unsure whether he was capable of creating a useful weapon for Jason or not.
He didn't know anything about Jason's capabilities, strength, the weapon he wanted to have manufactured, and so on.
As such he had said that he was not sure about it.
Unfortunately, even after speaking with Jason, Mike was unable to tell whether or not he was able to manufacture the weapons as Jason wanted!
'His fire's ability is constantly becoming stronger, and he wants a gun he can handle with one hand? At the same time, this weapon should be able to shoot out attacks on the same level as someone at the Sovereign rank? How is he supposed to handle the recoil and what the hell is he trying to do?'
Mike had already been confused why Jason did not kill him yet, but from the looks of it, Jason's mental state was even worse than his own!
'He is definitely insane! How should I create the weapons he wants?'
"Can you handle it?"
Yet, when Mike looked into Jason's eyes that glimmered with ambition and determination, he couldn't help but gulp.
'He is definitely serious about every single word he has said!!'
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"I….I'll give it a try…"
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