As soon as Han Jin jumped down from the carriage, Stillberg ran towards him. His eyes were red and his lips were trembling. Obviously, he was extremely emotional. Putting aside the fact that they were master and servant, Stillberg had given far more than Han Jin. Ever since he could remember, his environment and his parents had instilled in him the idea that he was born for Han Jin and that he would die for Han Jin. Therefore, Stillberg never had any dreams. His biggest wish was to be praised by Han Jin.
In the blink of an eye, they had been separated for a few months. After Han Jin left Stillberg, everything was normal. He lived his life as usual. However, Stillberg could not do it. He had never left Han Jin. Even if they were in the most miserable situation, they still suffered together and depended on each other. In the first few weeks, he could barely control himself. However, after a long time, he could not sit or rest. The reason why he was able to leave Black Raven City was because Lang Ning was in trouble. On the other hand, he could not stand Stillberg's endless nagging.
"Young Master …" Stillberg called out, but he did not know what to say next.
Han Jin was very happy. He patted Stillberg's shoulder hard and then turned his eyes to Guevara. "How are you?"
"Thanks to you, my spirit is getting better and better," Guevara said with a smile.
"Young Master, I have been using the magic you taught me to take care of him every day. How could he not be well?" Stillberg shouted.
"Don't try to show off." Guevara shook his head. "If Zagunéd had your skills back then, I would have surrendered long ago."
"I …" Stillberg's face turned red. Guevara had used similar words to mock him along the way. If there were only the two of them, he would have just laughed because he knew his identity. However, being mocked in front of Han Jin made him very uncomfortable.
At this moment, a loud shout came from outside. "Get out of my way! I want to see who dares to cause trouble in my house! Damn it … If I don't beat you up … "
Before he could finish, the crowd had already moved aside. Morrisons was stunned when he saw Guevara. He turned around and walked away, but then he felt that it was inappropriate to walk away like this. After all, they had not seen each other for a few months, and Guevara was his elder. He slowly turned around and smiled.
"Not bad, kid. Your temper has grown in the past few months," Guevara said with a smile.
"How would I know it's you?" Moxinke smiled obsequiously.
"Raphael, this is …" Yalina could not help but ask.
Han Jin looked at Guevara and saw that Guevara did not say anything. He knew that Guevara had left the decision to him. However, after thinking about it, he had been carrying the title of 'Dragon Slayer' for the past few days, but he was not confident at all. Guevara's arrival made him feel more at ease. Han Jin smiled and said, "This is Master Guevara."
"Dragon Knight Guevara?!" Majordomo Gail was shocked.
"You are …" Guevara asked softly.
"My name is Gail. I have always been working for Master Solomon." Majordomo Gail bowed slightly.
"Dark Left Hand?!" Guevara's eyes lit up.
"Hehe … when I was young, my friend joked with me and gave me a nickname. I did not expect it to reach your ears." Majordomo Gail laughed.
"Hello." Yalina walked to Majordomo Gail's side and bowed respectfully to Guevara.
"This is … Solomon's daughter?" Guevara saw that Yalina's position was slightly higher than Majordomo Gail's, and he knew in his heart.
"Yes."
Guevara looked at Yalina from head to toe. Because she had been planning to join the battle, Yalina had already taken out her magic wand. The determined look on her face had not faded, and she gave people a feeling of heroism. Coupled with her beautiful face, she was particularly eye-catching. Even Guevara could not help but take a few more glances at her.
"Solomon has a good daughter." Guevara sighed softly. No one knew what he was thinking, but a deep sadness flashed in his eyes.
The surrounding mercenaries looked at each other. For them, the name Guevara was not unfamiliar. Twenty years ago, Guevara was an all-powerful and invincible general. He defeated the Lord of the Holy Crown City, Dismark, and forced him to retreat to his nest. Even if they did not know Guevara, they should at least know the meaning of the words "Dragon Knight."
Also, Majordomo Gail, who confronted Guevara, was definitely not simple because Guevara used honorifics to address him.
To be precise, Isolated Cliff City was a paradise for ordinary high-level professionals. If one's strength had reached the top level or higher, he or she would not stay in Isolated Cliff City under normal circumstances. The benefits gained from the game of competing for the world far exceeded that of completing tasks. The feeling of controlling the life and death of countless people was not something that a few top-grade magic crystals could compare with.
The appearance of Han Jin had already become the focus of the entire city. Now, several powerful professionals had gathered together. This was a grand occasion that Isolated Cliff City had never seen before!
"Master Raphael, what do you think …" Juventus walked over with a bitter smile.
"Let me introduce you." Han Jin turned around and said, "This is the president of the Mercenary Association, Master Juventus."
"Vice president," Juventus hurriedly said.
Han Jin smiled and then pulled Winston, "This is my good friend, Winston. This is Saxon, this is Paul, and this is Pei Di. They are all members of the Reaper Mercenary Team."
Everyone greeted Guevara. Guevara was not a person who liked to put on airs, and it was Han Jin who was enthusiastically introducing him. Even if he did not give face to others, he still had to take care of Han Jin's face. Therefore, his attitude was very amiable.
"Let's find a place to talk. It's not convenient here." Han Jin looked around, "Winston, let's go back to your place."
"Okay," Winston immediately replied, "Then I'll go back with Saxon and the others to prepare." After he finished speaking, he gave Han Jin a look.
Han Jin did not know what Winston was trying to do, but since Winston said to prepare, of course he would give him time to prepare. Sylvia's house was right behind them, so the group walked in one by one.
The mercenaries of the Mercenary Association rushed into the room first, but it was too late to clean up. They could only sacrifice their sleeves and randomly sweep the dust off the tables and chairs.
Sylvia's house was not big, and there were only five chairs in the living room for guests. Han Jin, Guevara, Gail, and Juventus each had one. Even Sunier did not have a place to sit, so she had to stand beside Han Jin. On the other side was naturally Stillberg. His expression was a little strange, and he stole glances at Sunier from time to time. It was normal for him to stand there, because he was Han Jin's servant. But what about Sunier?
Sunier also noticed that something was wrong. His eyes kept moving between Han Jin and Sunier. Sunier's face was slightly red. Speaking of which, her relationship with Guevara was the strangest. They were originally irreconcilable enemies, but now? She did not know how to describe it.
The first thing they talked about was the cause of the conflict. After Guevara and Stillberg walked in, the mercenaries of the Mercenary Association immediately rushed in. Their tone was very unfriendly, and Guevara, of course, would not tolerate being looked down upon. As a result, he taught those mercenaries a lesson. Those mercenaries told Guevara to wait and see, and then Juventus and Winston came in angrily, followed by Han Jin.
This was not a big deal. Juventus apologized profusely, and Guevara did not pursue the matter. The atmosphere became more and more harmonious.
As the saying goes, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. If a young person like Yalina really hated someone, her face would more or less show some signs of it. But Guevara and Gail would not make such a low-level mistake. Moreover, with fate here, it was very likely that they would become friends. Of course, they had to find a way to make the atmosphere more harmonious. At least, they would not provoke each other.
After chatting for a while, Saxon finally ran over and invited Han Jin and the others to eat.
Although he knew what Winston had gone to do, Han Jin did not expect that Winston had prepared such a grand scene. From afar, they could see the Reaper Mercenary Team's base. The snow at the entrance of the street had been cleaned up. At the entrance of the base, there were about seventeen or eighteen girls lined up on the left and right, waiting quietly and respectfully.
When they got closer, Han Jin recognized that they were the slaves brought by the magicians of Cold Shadow City!
After the magicians of Cold Shadow City surrendered, there were two voices in the Mercenary Association about how to deal with these slaves. One was to sell them, and the other was to restore their freedom. Both voices had their reasons. Han Jin had not yet paid back his debt. Of course, the Mercenary Association did not care about such a small amount of money. They guessed that Han Jin needed a large amount of magic crystals, so they decided to exchange all the slaves for magic crystals as if they had bought them. Then, they would give the magic crystals to Han Jin. They thought that Han Jin would be very happy. The latter was more far-sighted. After all, they had already offended Cold Shadow City. Restoring the slaves' freedom would be a great help to them. The hatred of the destruction of their country, as well as the humiliation they suffered, would not be easily forgotten.
However, the Mercenary Association only had the right to make suggestions, not decisions, because Hogan had surrendered to Han Jin. However, Han Jin went to save Sassoux halfway and handed the matter over to Winston. He then went back to meditate and never mentioned anything about what to do. The Mercenary Association had no choice but to book more than twenty hotels and put the slaves inside. The food and drinks of thousands of slaves was not a small amount, and they also had to send people to watch over them. However, this was also one of the smartest things they could do. I won't say it, I'll just do it. When you realize in the future that you owe me too much, even if you can't be my comrade, you can't be so heartless, right? Of course, the reason why the Association of Mercenaries dared to make such an investment was that they had carefully observed Han Jin's behavior and his attitude towards his friends. From this, they had inferred Han Jin's preferences and characteristics. They believed that their efforts would not go unrewarded.
As a full 'agent,' Winston could of course order the slaves around as he pleased. Otherwise, even if he wanted to show off, he would not be able to find so many people to use.
"This is where you live?" Guevara was a little surprised. He looked at the beautiful girls and the long red carpet that stretched from the hall to the street.
"I don't know." Han Jin smiled bitterly. "Anyway, I can't recognize it."
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