Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

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As Jason's voice faded, Aras pulled the trigger.


Suddenly, the rocket shot out, seemingly slow yet fast.


Flames erupted, but the mansion's gate remained undamaged.


Jason said, and then methodically began taking out energy bars one by one, tearing off the wrappers, and placing them on a makeshift tablecloth of wrapping boxes on a wooden crate.


Before long, two 'hills' of energy bars, as tall as a person and as thick as a thigh, were formed.


And that was just the quantity from one large bag of energy bars.


There were at least nearly a hundred bags like that.


The money Jason had given Aras had only been about one-sixth spent; the rest, packed in a backpack, was returned to Jason by Aras once more.


Aras nodded, reloaded, and pulled the trigger again.


Chapter 9 Monsters Talking about Monsters