Morrisons slowly walked towards Han Jin, but the way he walked was a little strange. Those with good eyesight could see that his hands and legs were trembling slightly, and his eyes were wandering around as if he was thinking about something.
"What … just happened?" Lang Ning could not help but ask Morrisons.
Morrisons ignored Lang Ning and walked straight towards Han Jin. He reached out his hand to pat Han Jin on the shoulder, but for some reason, his hand stopped in mid-air. After a while, he slowly pulled his hand back.
"Raphael, from today onwards, my life is yours," Morrisons said with a hoarse voice.
"Hmm?" Han Jin's gaze had been fixed on Sunier. When he heard Morrisons' words, he turned around and looked at Morrisons in surprise.
"Hmm?" Lang Ning was also surprised, but he immediately realized that Morrisons' escape from death must have something to do with Han Jin! Otherwise, he wouldn't speak in such a heavy tone as he had always been carefree.
"From today onwards, my life is yours!" Morrisons repeated. He could not describe the fear he felt after coming back from death. In the end, all his excitement and impulsiveness turned into a surging feeling of gratitude. He felt that only a promise could express his feelings.
Han Jin looked at Morrisons seriously. After a while, he smiled and said, "Morrisons, I'm not used to the way you are now."
"Is that so?" Morrisons scratched his head. He also felt embarrassed. Some things could be done without saying. Morrisons laughed. "Then … Raphael, give me another life!"
"You …" Han Jin did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes!" Morrisons nodded seriously. "Damn it! I shouldn't have wasted time talking to him. I should've just attacked him! "
At this time, Sunier had already walked over. She looked at Morrisons and smiled. "Morrisons, are you … really okay now?"
"I can't be any better now!" Morrisons waved his sword. "Look!"
"Raphael, you've created a miracle." Sunier's face was full of admiration. "To be honest, when you buffed Morrisons, I did not believe that such a miraculous spell existed in the world. You … have overthrown the common sense that most people know about magic!"
The scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Jin. If an outsider heard this, they would definitely think that Sunier was a traitor and a blasphemer. This was because there was only one kind of existence that could break the common sense of magic and not be restricted by the rules. That was … God!
A loud crash woke Sunier and the others up. The guards of the merchant group had all been killed. A few soldiers went to check the overturned carriages. As soon as they opened the lids of the carriages, dozens of heavy armours rolled out from within.
Lang Ning's expression immediately became serious. The soldiers quickly went to check the other carriages. As expected, the other carriages were filled with military supplies. There were bundles of arrows, swords, and war spears. Some of the carriages were even filled with strange metal parts. The soldiers could not tell what they were used for.
"Heavens … General! General! "A soldier who jumped on top of the carriage suddenly shouted. He even forgot to keep it a secret." Magic crystal cannons! There are magic crystal cannons inside! "
Sunier and Lang Ning gasped at the same time. They were both soldiers and knew the purpose and power of magic crystal cannons very well. They did not care about anything else and rushed towards the carriage.
Lang Ning jumped on top of the carriage and pushed the soldier away roughly. He looked inside and saw two magic crystal cannons quietly hiding in the dark. The clean and smooth bodies of the cannons and the black muzzles made Lang Ning feel dizzy.
"General! There are magic crystal cannons here too! "Twenty meters away, another soldier shouted.
"Shut up!" Lang Ning shouted with all his strength. His eyes involuntarily fell on the two merchants. What are they doing? Where did they get the military supplies?!
* * *
That night, Riptide's First and Second Cavalry Brigade's garrisons were heavily guarded. No matter which angle one looked at it, one could see at least ten fully armed soldiers patrolling around.
Han Jin, Sunier, Sassoux, Léger, and Lang Ning were sitting around a long table and discussing something in low voices. The atmosphere was very heavy.
Borg and Justin had already revealed all the secrets they knew under the torture of the military law team. Han Jin and Léger were worried that they might miss something, so they interrogated them separately. These two people were not easy to deal with, but Han Jin's methods were more gentle and modern, while Léger's methods were much more bloody.
Borg and Justin had been tortured beyond recognition, but what they had revealed could be described as earth-shattering!
After getting acquainted with Léger and helping Léger to take back part of the military power, Han Jin had thought about setting his foundation in Beitman and developing bit by bit with the help of Léger's army. In other territories, the lords were supreme, so he couldn't do anything to them. However, the four castellans in Beitman were always scheming against each other, so there was always an opportunity for him to have conflicts!
Unfortunately, he was not the only smart person in the world. What he could think of, others could also think of, and what he could see, others could also see! What's more, that person not only thought of, but also saw through, and started his own action more than ten years ago!
He was Woodrow, the chief sheriff of Beitman City. As the eldest grandson of Woodrow, Borg knew many secrets of Woodrow. When these secrets were revealed in front of Han Jin and the others, they all felt a bone-piercing chill.
Woodrow's plan was complete, his thoughts were vicious, his plans were meticulous, his details were meticulous, and his foreshadowing were numerous. It was simply astounding!
The four castellans took turns to take charge of the government affairs of Beitman City, the capital city. However, the position of the chief sheriff had always been held by Woodrow. He was very good at dealing with people and cleverly maneuvered among the castellans. He always showed his prestige and potential just right, and at the same time, appeared to be very well-behaved and obedient. Therefore, no matter which castellan was in power, he would only try to build a good relationship with Woodrow so that he could gain the greatest benefits in Beitman City, and would never try to replace the chief sheriff.
For more than ten years, Woodrow had been striving for his ideal for more than ten years. He had quietly extended his tentacles to various fields, and had never let anyone feel threatened by him. When the chief of Legion of Conrad was still alive, he often praised Woodrow, and the four castellans also had a good impression of Woodrow. When talking about Woodrow, almost everyone would say that Woodrow was a good man, a very good man!
In fact, it was not a big deal that he could deceive the chief of Legion of Conrad, because a gentleman could be deceived in a proper way. However, if he could deceive those crafty old men, his cunning could never be underestimated.
Han Jin and the others felt a bone-chilling coldness, not because of Woodrow's current strength, but because of his inhuman endurance. They felt as if they were looking at a venomous snake that was quietly lurking in the dark!
Rudolf was Woodrow's confidant, and Woodrow had secretly chosen him as the future chief of Riptide. There was indeed a Beitman who had colluded with Zagunéd, and that was Woodrow! When the armies of the four castellans launched a counterattack, it would be the opportunity for Woodrow to launch an attack. He would seize the control of the four acropolises at one stroke. As for the capital city of Beit City, he had long been the uncrowned king there.
Things had been made clear, and the reason was easy to understand. Zagunéd's former ally, Lord Malay, had shown signs of parting ways with Zagunéd. Zagunéd was eager to find a new ally, so he naturally hit it off with Woodrow.
Everyone had seen the destructive threat of Zagunéd, but why couldn't Woodrow see it? This was even easier to understand, because this was his only chance to break away from Zagunéd after he had truly grasped the power. And Zagunéd didn't have any illusions about their future. All he needed was a period of rest and recuperation.
What was even more surprising was that many people knew that Woodrow was a magician, but he rarely showed his real strength, nor did he have a chance to fight with others. People only thought that Woodrow was a warlock, or at most a sage. In fact, Woodrow was a tenth-level magician!
When Léger turned over Borg's private part with a red-hot soldering iron, Borg not only shed some filthy liquid, but also leaked the top-secret information. After Rudolf was killed, his father, Chazeaux, should have been responsible for this matter. As the eldest son, Chazeaux was eager to do something big, but as the eldest grandson of the eldest son, Borg was even more anxious. After Woodrow became the lord, who would be the worthy successor? They were willing to fight for this answer at all costs.
Woodrow had been planning for his whole life, but now the secret had been leaked by his eldest grandson before he could even do anything. Although it was impossible to estimate the harm caused by this, it was undeniable that the significance of education was too important …
As for other minor issues, they naturally reached a consensus. For example, how could Borg release the Icicle Spell in an instant? Who made those Magic Crystal Cannons? Sassoux had always been diligent, and with the help of Han Jin, he had now become a sixth-level warlock, which was already very surprising. Borg was obviously a playboy, so how could he become a seventh-level sage? Talent alone could decide everything??
"What should we do?" Lang Ning asked softly. His eyes fell on Han Jin, because in comparison, Han Jin looked the most relaxed.
"Anyway, we're going to Black Raven City, so it won't affect us here." Han Jin paused. "But … Lang Ning said that we'll fight back in the future. Do you think it's better for the Beitman to be controlled by the four castellans, or for Woodrow to become the lord?"
"Of course it's better for the four castellans to control it separately," Lang Ning said.
"That's easy. The Ninth Town is under the control of the West City. We can send someone to invite Winston, the castellan of the West City, and let him see what we've seized with his own eyes. Let him ask Borg himself. He knows better than us what to do."
"Woodrow is a great magician!" Sassoux stuttered.
"Do you think Chazeaux will tell Woodrow these things?" Han Jin laughed. "Does he want to be replaced by other brothers? While he's trying to hide all this, we may have left long ago. "
Han Jin's words opened up everyone's mouths. As if the situation was not so critical, they all put forward various suggestions …
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