Maybe it was because of jealousy, or maybe it was because they didn't like this kind of thing, or maybe it was both, but the Knight didn't show any mercy and pulled out all the guilty soldiers and sirens. At the beginning, the sirens cried out loudly, trying to arouse the sympathy of the Knight. But with Léger watching, they didn't dare to hide anything. The louder the Abyssal Sirens screamed, the harder the knights beat them. They even whipped them. Although the Abyssal Sirens were not afraid of this and were more excited the more they were beaten, the atmosphere was not right. It seemed that a massacre was about to take place. In the end, the Abyssal Sirens calmed down and sat together obediently.
Guevara also came, but he didn't know what was going on, so he just stood there and watched.
Han Jin walked to a kneeling soldier, took out something, and said softly, "Eat it."
The soldier looked up at Han Jin, but Han Jin's face was very calm. He couldn't see anything. After a while, the soldier hesitantly took the paper bag and opened it slowly. There was a piece of powder the size of a fingernail. When he put his nose to it, his head bounced up as if he had been electrocuted. "What … what is this?"
"Eat it," Han Jin said in an indisputable tone.
The soldier looked at Léger and met Léger's murderous eyes. He trembled, clenched his teeth, put the powder into his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty.
He was really trying, but his body was out of his control. After a while, he suddenly vomited. In the end, there was only acid left, and he was still retching.
"This won't do," Han Jin looked up. "You guys, come here and hold him down. Then feed this to him." As he spoke, he took out a small paper bag and tore off as much paper as possible. In the end, there was only a piece of paper the size of a pea left.
Several Knights rushed up, held the soldier down, and pinched his nose. One of them forced a paper packet into the soldier's mouth, and then took out a leather pouch, pushed the mouth of the leather pouch into it, and squeezed it with all his might.
After gulping down half a leather bag's worth of water, the soldier finally swallowed the paper bag into his stomach. After vomiting and tossing, he was on the verge of collapsing. When the knights let go of him, he fell to the ground. His chest was still heaving up and down, but his body was unable to move.
Time passed bit by bit. Han Jin and Léger waited patiently. The Knight and the soldiers who were waiting for their punishment didn't know what was going on, but since the people above didn't say anything, they could only watch and wait quietly.
"It's about time, right? Is it effective? "After about half an hour, Léger asked softly.
"Wait a little longer," Han Jin replied.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Guevara's eyes. How far a person could go on his own path depended on his overall qualities. For example, patience, perception, willpower, luck, and so on. Léger's patience was far from enough!
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Only people with similar personalities would value and appreciate each other. In terms of character, Conrad's character was one in a million, but so what? Guevara only respected Conrad's Knight demeanor, but he didn't appreciate him at all. Otherwise, why would he abandon his only student and sneak into Black Raven City alone to assassinate Zagunéd?!
If the teacher and the student worked together to seize the highest authority of the Beitman, then send an army to conquer Black Raven City, wouldn't it be easier? The problem was that the Knight of Conrad wasn't an ambitious person. Guevara also knew his student's character, so he chose to leave quietly. He was very disappointed.
He had lived for more than seventy years, and more than half of his time had been spent on expeditions. More than half of the territory of his brother, Lord Kassa, had been conquered by him. Twenty years ago, he had been the most dazzling general here, and no one could stop him. Even Zaganide had wanted to befriend him, and Dismark had fled at the mere sight of him. He could only hide in his own nest and tremble. He had been glorious, but he had also been defeated. He had even lost everything. At this time, Guevara had understood. He knew better than anyone else what was needed to survive in this world!
People who walked different paths couldn't make plans together. That was why Guevara called Han Jin and Lang Ning out and told them his thoughts and opinions. As for the others, he knew that they would never agree with him. Moreover, he was already more than seventy years old. How many more years could he live? He didn't have the time to teach them one by one.
It could even be said that he had never treated Conrad as his student. That was because Conrad had only inherited his fighting skills and military strategy. He didn't inherit his ideals and hopes!
Why did he fight? Why did they continue to fight on the battlefield for decades? It wasn't to kill. It was because he and his brother had a grand wish, which was to completely end the chaotic situation and rebuild an empire that could accommodate the entire continent! Although looking back now, he admitted that his methods were too harsh, it was because they were anxious. They hoped to see a unified grand duchy.
If he had to be hesitant, hypocritical, and overcautious when dealing with the Subterrane Dwellers, this kind of decisiveness could only make him a lord. It was far from enough to carry his hopes!
What made him happy was that the kid named Lang Ning was very flexible. Lang Ning only had to briefly introduce the habits of the Subterrane Dwellers and analyze the ambitions of the Abyss Race. Lang Ning immediately made a decision, and Han Jin also expressed his approval. "Then just kill them." Guevara clearly remembered Han Jin's indifference at that time. He appreciated it very much.
Of course, he didn't know that Han Jin only treated the Subterrane Dwellers as low-level monsters. From the perspective of a self-cultivator, he didn't mind killing them.
Guevara's gaze turned to Han Jin. He was very interested. What was this young man trying to do?
It was almost an hour. Léger looked up at the night sky and asked softly, "Still no effect?"
"See for yourself." Han Jin smiled bitterly and sighed. "What a vicious conspiracy!"
Lei Zhe was stunned. His body flashed as he approached the soldier. Under the illumination of the torch, he could clearly see the needle-like black spots appearing on the soldier's face. Guevara's speed was even faster. He appeared beside the soldier first. When he saw everything, he suddenly raised his head. "What's going on?"
"It's my fault. I was too careless." Han Jin smiled bitterly. "I felt strange at that time. Didn't you tell me that one hundred Abyssal Sirens were enough to satisfy the desires of ten thousand soldiers? Nuremberg didn't have a large army, but we caught more than three hundred Abyssal Sirens, and they almost didn't resist. Unfortunately … I felt strange at that time, but I didn't think too much about it."
"You mean … these Abyssal Sirens released the curse?" Guevara asked.
"Who else could it be if not them? The Touch of Corrosion … this kind of touch is really hard to guard against. " Han Jin's eyes swept over the soldiers who had committed the crime. "Moreover, the curse shouldn't have broken out now, thanks to the Titan Kojac! It was the Titan Kojac that made the curse break out in advance. Otherwise, when we arrived at Black Raven City, the curse would have broken out en masse. Hundreds? Thousands?? Haha … "
"You made him eat the Titan Kojac just now?"
"Yes."
Guevara took a deep breath. Just now, he thought that Léger was making a fuss over nothing. It was normal for soldiers to do this kind of thing. If they did nothing, it would only lead to problems. Who would have thought that there was such a terrible conspiracy hidden here! Then there should be a large number of Abyssal Sirens in Rhine City. Zagunéd only relied on the Abyssal Sirens to destroy an army. At least they wouldn't have the strength to attack Black Raven City anymore!
"Young Marshal, you … you mean we are all cursed?" a soldier asked, trembling.
Léger glanced at the soldier coldly and didn't speak.
The soldier suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed toward the Abyssal Sirens with a roar. The rest of the soldiers also stood up. At this moment, a ball of fire suddenly shot out from Han Jin's hand and hit the soldier's back. With a bang, the soldier turned into a fireball and rolled on the ground, struggling and screaming.
"Sit down, all of you!" Han Jin shouted.
The Knight also reacted. They straightened their spears and coldly observed the soldiers in front of them. The soldiers confronted each other for a moment and then sat down, their faces pale.
"Young Marshal, sir … are you … are you telling the truth?" a Knight suddenly asked in a trembling voice.
"You?" Léger half-turned and looked at the Knight.
"Young Marshal!" the Knight cried sadly, rolled off his horse, and knelt on the ground.
"Very good! You are really good … "Léger was trembling with anger. Then he pointed at the Abyssal Sirens," Give them to me … "
Before Léger finished his words, Han Jin had grabbed Léger's arm and slowly shook his head, "The most important thing for us now is to find a way to lift the curse, not to vent our anger by killing."
"Lift the curse?" Léger suddenly woke up and glanced around.
"I have talked with Paul several times. He is a very upright person. Even he couldn't control himself and was cursed. What about the other generals? How many of them can you guarantee will be fine? " What about the other platoon captains and squad captains? "Han Jin said slowly," Now, the captive camp must be cordoned off. No one can go out! If this news spreads outside, the whole army will be in chaos. "
"Good." Léger nodded hard, "Then what?"
"Don't worry." Han Jin smiled. "Whoever tied the rope should be the one to untie it!" After that, he walked slowly to the Abyssal Sirens. The Abyssal Sirens looked very nervous and blank, as if they didn't know what had happened or what they had just said. Han Jin's heart suddenly sank. If one Siren was good at acting, it would be normal. But hundreds of Sirens showed the same expression, which was a bit strange. Didn't they know what they had done?
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