Han Jin remained silent. He knew very well that Guevara's words were heart-wrenching. There were some things that could not be failed. If you failed, you would never have the chance to make a comeback. Guevara was one of those people. Twenty years ago, Guevara was just over forty years old. His strength was at its peak, and he had accumulated a lot of experience. He also had military power in his hands. That was the golden season when he swept across the North and South and made great achievements! Unfortunately, Wild Willow City, which had always been conservative when it came to military affairs, made an unexpected move. They sent the Silver Horse Army to stab Guevara in the back. His ambitions and dreams were all gone.
Sunier hated Guevara, but Guevara had more reasons to hate Sunier. However, after living in seclusion for a while and suffering from the pain of being imprisoned, Guevara's sharpness had long been worn down by time and hardship.
At this moment, the person sitting beside Han Jin was not an all-powerful and invincible general, but a lonely and miserable old man.
Han Jin suddenly remembered a saying. Since ancient times, heroes were like beauties. They were not allowed to see each other until their hair turned white.
"Oh right, they all said that you are a dragon slayer?" Guevara changed the topic. "I didn't ask at the time. What happened?"
Isolated Cliff City was a city where many powerful people gathered. However, Han Jin did not have any magic waves or combat power. Therefore, he gave people a mysterious feeling. No one could figure out his background. If he was a warrior or a magician, the title of dragon slayer would have been taken away from him a long time ago. Although Guevara did not know Han Jin's background, he could still tell if he had the ability to kill a giant dragon.
Han Jin smiled and told him the whole story.
"Haha …" Guevara laughed in the end. Then, he frowned. "That is not a good title."
"Why?"
"Have you ever heard of someone who dares to call himself a god slayer?"
"Isn't that crazy?!"
"Miracles have not appeared for a long time. People still have a strong respect for the gods. The Dragon Realm and Dragon City do exist," Guevara said slowly. "If the giant dragons heard that you are a dragon slayer, what do you think they would do?"
Han Jin was stunned. What would he do? Of course, it was to kill him! If he heard the Evil Eyes bragging about how many people they had killed, he would kill them all the same!
"I'm not the only Dragon Knight on the continent. Even if other Dragon Knights meet you, they won't mind avenging their comrades."
"Without their help, I would have escaped long ago." Han Jin smiled bitterly.
"Hehe … I know you have some amazing magic. You can escape, but what about your friends?"
"If that's the case …" Han Jin's face turned cold. "I can't do anything for the time being! But I can wait. I have enough time to deal with them. Every time they kill one of my friends, I will make them pay a thousand times the price in the future! "
"Make the dragons pay a thousand times the price?" Guevara laughed. "That's arrogant, but I like it!"
Han Jin fell into silence again. Although his words were harsh, he still felt uneasy. He was not afraid of the giant dragon, but he was afraid of bringing disaster to his friends. What Guevara said made sense. This title was indeed not a good one.
"The giant dragons have a long life. If there are no accidents, they can live for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. This is common knowledge. Do you know that?" Guevara said slowly.
Han Jin nodded.
"You said that you have enough time to deal with them?"
Han Jin was dumbfounded. It was true that the older you get, the wiser you become. Furthermore, Guevara was a very shrewd person. Guevara immediately found the loophole in his words.
"Since you don't want to say, I won't ask," Guevara said. "However, I have to give you a piece of advice. Becoming a Lich is not a good choice."
"I can assure you that it is absolutely impossible." Han Jin smiled bitterly again.
At this time, Winston hurried over. He first bowed to Guevara, then said to Han Jin, "Raphael, Hogan suddenly went crazy and killed all the mages from Cold Shadow City! The Mercenary Association restrained him, and he said … this was your order? "
"I told him to do it." Han Jin nodded.
Winston sighed in relief. "I will immediately negotiate with the Mercenary Association and ask them to release them immediately."
"The mages from Cold Shadow City?" Guevara asked in shock.
"Yes."
"How did they leave the snowfield?
"Kuman City has been annexed and became Cold Shadow City's territory."
"Sigh … It's getting more and more chaotic." Guevara was stunned for a while, then sighed. "I'm guessing that Zagunéd and Dismark must be very nervous right now."
"Is Cold Shadow City very powerful?" Han Jin asked. When Majordomo Gail heard the news that day, his expression was similar to Guevara's. "
"Very powerful!" Guevara pondered for a moment. "The Lord of Cold Shadow City, Chesam, is a Thunder Titan. You know what this means, right? The key to this was Chesam. In fact, the previous Lord of Cold Shadow City, Kim, was also a Thunder Titan. However, Kim's personality was peaceful, and he only wanted his people to live a good life. In the four hundred years that he was the Lord, Cold Shadow City had never started a war, and had always lived peacefully in the snowfield. However, Chesam is different. He has been the Lord for more than forty years, and Cold Shadow City and Kuman City have been at war for more than forty years. If it weren't for the lack of resources in the snowfield, Kuman City would have been destroyed a long time ago. "
Winston listened carefully and didn't want to leave. He called Saxon over and gave him a few instructions, then stood to the side and listened.
"Have you seen Chesam?" Han Jin asked.
"I've seen him twice." Guevara thought for a moment. "Chesam … has a strange personality. You can't judge him with common sense. Sometimes, he's very kind. When his sled dog died, he cried in front of his generals and me, his guest. Sometimes, he's very cruel. If anyone dares to criticize or criticize him, he'll kill them in the palace. Hmm … Let me tell you something that seems interesting, but after you understand it, you'll feel a chill in your heart. "
Han Jin and Winston both nodded.
"He has been the Lord for more than forty years. Since the first year, he has held more than a hundred weddings every year."
"Is … is he crazy?" Han Jin said, dumbfounded.
"Listen to me," Guevara said. Guevara said, "Although the Thunder Titans are shorter than the Titans, Chesam is still more than three meters tall. He has a strange fetish. He doesn't like Titan women, saying that they are tasteless. Human women are exactly what he wants. Do you understand?"
Han Jin didn't say anything for a while. He wasn't a virgin, so of course he understood what Guevara meant.
"There are rumors in Cold Shadow City that Chesam likes to eat people, especially virgins. They're wrong." Guevara's expression was very strange. "Chesam will hold a formal funeral for each of his wives. I flew over the cemetery on my dragon and saw it very clearly. What a huge cemetery …"
Han Jin and Winston looked at each other. Their expressions were even stranger than Guevara's.
"I only stayed in Cold Shadow City for a few days. I attended one of his weddings and one of his funerals. He smiled very happily at the wedding, and cried very sadly at the funeral. It wasn't fake. He smiled from the bottom of his heart and cried from the bottom of his heart. It's been more than forty years. He's always smiling today and crying tomorrow … "Guevara paused for a moment and pointed at his head." I think there's something wrong with him here. "
"Of course not." Winston smiled bitterly. "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to laugh or cry in a few years."
"Crazy!" Han Jin made a simple comment.
"But sometimes he's not crazy. For example, when he was negotiating with me."
"You were negotiating with him?"
"It was a long time ago. Let's not talk about it." Guevara stood up and walked two steps before stopping. "Raphael, don't ignore my advice. That really isn't a good choice!"
Han Jin knew that Guevara was still thinking about the 'Lich' incident. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid!" Han Jin was a little touched. The army was destroyed, the city was occupied, and the family was destroyed in the war. Guevara was the only one who survived. A lonely old man was most afraid of not having anything to rely on. Guevara must have placed all his hopes on Han Jin, so he didn't want to see him walk down the wrong path. That was why he repeatedly reminded him.
Guevara nodded and slowly walked away.
Han Jin and Winston looked at each other. Winston said, "It seems that the appearance of Cold Shadow City … isn't good news for anyone."
"Don't think so far ahead." Han Jin smiled. "There's still Depew City and Holy Crown City in front of us. Cold Shadow City won't be a threat to us for the time being."
Han Jin and Winston chatted for a while. Saxon and Hogan walked in one after another, followed by a few mercenaries who were carrying a few large bags on their backs.
"I won't disturb you." Winston was very tactful. Hogan had followed Han Jin's orders to kill people. There must be something behind it, but it wasn't something he should understand.
Winston and Saxon walked towards the gate. The mercenaries put down the bags and left in a hurry. Han Jin looked at the bags and asked, "What's this?"
"Sir, before I killed them, I had them take out everything from their spatial rings. Haha …" Hogan smiled.
"Open them."
Hogan bent down and opened the bags one by one. They were filled with potion bottles, magic crystals, and all kinds of magic materials.
"You can come out now," Han Jin said.
Following Han Jin's words, a wisp of green smoke floated out of Hogan's mouth and condensed into a skeleton beside Han Jin.
"He's very obedient?"
"Master, not very obedient, but very, very obedient." Harley laughed sinisterly.
Han Jin was silent for a moment. He flicked his wrist, and half of Harley's arm suddenly shot out and hit Hogan. Hogan had time to resist, but he didn't dare to. He didn't even dare to use his magic shield, and was almost knocked over. Harley's teeth chattered non-stop, but as the smoke gathered, half of his arm grew back.
"Hogan, take off your magic robe and look at your chest."
Hogan was stunned, but obediently took off his magic robe and underwear. He saw a skull imprinted on his chest. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly looked up at Han Jin.
Han Jin flicked his finger, and Hogan's body trembled violently. His eyes were filled with fear.
"Do you know what to do from now on?" Han Jin said lightly. "Don't worry, no one else can see it. Only you and I can see it."
"Master, I can see it too," Harley interrupted.
"Shut up." Han Jin looked at the magic crystals. "Pick out all the fifth-grade magic crystals. As for the rest, take whatever you need. Oh right, don't come see me tomorrow. Go see Yalina directly. She's very interested in your alchemy."
"Yes, Master," Hogan replied in a low voice.
"Also, how many of the mages in Cold Shadow City have spatial rings?"
"Including Prio, a total of three people have spatial rings."
"Prio's spatial ring is in Yalina's hands. Give the other two rings to Yalina as well." With that, Han Jin waved his hand.
"Yes." Hogan bent down and picked out the fifth-grade magic crystals. Soon, he picked out the fifth-grade magic crystals and took a few more that he needed. Finally, he carefully retreated.
"Master, what magic did you just release? It's amazing! "Harley exclaimed.
"It's none of your business."
"But … but you're extracting my power!"
"Your power?" Han Jin said with a faint smile. "Is it really your power?"
Harley didn't dare to say anything else. He was unwilling to admit that it wasn't his power because it was clearly his arm. Even if it was his power, where did it come from?
"Go, bring me those fifth-grade magic crystals."
Harley hurriedly floated over and returned to Han Jin's side with more than twenty magic crystals, gently placing them on the table.
Han Jin picked up a fire magic crystal and carefully examined it. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Master, I feel that you're very happy right now … just for these fifth-grade magic crystals?" Harley asked curiously. He hadn't spoken for a while, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. Obviously, he was a talkative person when he was alive.
"I … might become a lord." Han Jin smiled. "Hehe, more than a year ago, I dreamed of obtaining magic crystals. Countless magic crystals."
The red light in Harley's eyes flashed. He couldn't understand. What was the connection between being a lord and magic crystals?
"Do you know what's the fastest way to accumulate wealth in the world?"
"Doing business, no, doing big business!"
"Wrong, it's plundering!" Han Jin sneered. "At that time, we wandered around the forest every day and only obtained a dozen magic crystals. I robbed a caravan and in a few days, I obtained hundreds of magic crystals!"
"Rob … Rob?"
"Isn't war just robbery? You followed Hogan on a trip and saw those slaves. Do you think they're willing to be slaves? But they're the wealth of the victors. "Han Jin waved his hand and kept all the magic crystals into his spatial ring.
In front of Guevara, he had to hide himself, but now he had nothing to worry about. Of course, cultivators didn't want to interfere with worldly affairs and only focused on cultivation. The problem was that his cultivation method was different from others. What he urgently needed was the "hard currency" of the worldly world. Every day, countless people needed it and consumed it. Relying on himself to kill magical beasts to accumulate magic crystals? This idea was ridiculous. When he could absorb the energy of fifth-grade magic crystals, he would need fifth-grade magic crystals every day. As the saying goes, when he could absorb the energy of ninth-grade and tenth-grade magic crystals, where would he find so many high-level magic beasts to kill?!
Even if his luck was ridiculously good, he would eat a magic crystal for every magical beast he killed. What about his companions? Would they risk their lives to help him?
Moreover, Han Jin wasn't a cultivator who started cultivating from a young age. Not only did he have enough understanding of the worldly world, but he had also lived in it. In reality, the rich weren't farmers or factory workers. In the Unreal World, the rich weren't players who worked hard to kill monsters every day. To put it bluntly, the people who created surplus value would always live at the bottom. At most, they would have enough to eat and wear!
In the beginning, Han Jin wanted to hunt magical beasts and save up a certain amount of capital to slowly build up his business. But after being bullied for no reason, time and time again, he completely realized that this world where magic and Dou Qi flourished but civilization wasn't developed was far crueler than he imagined!
There was only one way for him to move forward without hindrance at every stage, and that was to control a powerful national machine and rely on it to satisfy all his needs.
Dismark of the Holy Crown City just sat there and didn't do anything. His daily income was at least equivalent to a few tenth-grade magic crystals, right? If he defeated Zagunéd, how much could he earn? Chesam of the Cold Shadow City took over the Kuman City. The thousands of slaves in the city could be seen, but how many could not be seen? And these were just slaves!
Cultivating peacefully was too slow! Han Jin had this thought in the past, but he didn't dare to think too much about it, nor did he have the right to think about it. But today, Han Jin's words ignited his ambition like a prairie fire.
Harley saw Han Jin's expression change and didn't dare to say anything more. He just stared blankly at Han Jin. After a long while, Han Jin took out the Soul-Devouring Orb from his space ring. "You can go back now."
"Master, I … Can I learn your magic?" Harley braced himself and asked. If only he had the courage …
Han Jin suddenly turned his gaze and looked at Harley.
Harley was so scared that he couldn't speak coherently. "Mas … Master, I was just joking with you, hehe … Hehe …"
"I was going to promise you, but I didn't expect you to be joking with me. Forget it then."
"No … No, Master!" Harley panicked as soon as he heard this. He cursed himself for being such a coward. "Master, I really want to learn!" Harley yelled as he nodded vigorously. Fortunately, he was now made of smoke, so he wasn't afraid of losing his head.
"One moment you want to learn, the next moment you don't want to learn. Are you making fun of me?"
"No … No …" Harley was tongue-tied, but he immediately noticed that the corner of Han Jin's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of laughter. "Master, you're the one making fun of me …"
"Go back first," Han Jin chuckled. "When it's time to teach you, I'll naturally teach you."
Harley floated towards the Soul-Devouring Orb. His movements weren't fast, but when his hand touched the Soul-Devouring Orb, the orb seemed to have a huge attractive force. With a whoosh, the smoke was instantly pulled into a straight line. The next moment, Harley was already back inside the Soul-Devouring Orb.
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