The sky was getting dark, but Stillberg had not come back. Han Jin felt that he should not waste any more time, so he closed his eyes and began to meditate. But just as he began to meditate, a burst of noises came from afar, and rushed towards his direction.
Han Jin had to open his eyes. There were about a dozen men in front of him, and each of them was wearing a long sword at their waist. Their leather armor was very rough, it looked like they had dug a hole in it and put it over their head. Inferring from this, the long sword at their waist should be the same kind of goods.
But these people were obviously a group, and they were carrying weapons. Law enforcement team? Underworld? Han Jin slowly stood up by holding the broken wall. He knew that the target was himself.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark face and a strong body. Behind him, two men were dragging a man covered with blood stains. As if feeling Han Jin's gaze, the dragged man groaned and struggled to raise his head. Han Jin's eyelids suddenly twitched. Stillberg?!
In the received memory, Stillberg's character was very dirty, of course, Raphael was not much better. The reason why the mayor of Radon town, Manhanna, was against them was that Stillberg climbed the wall in the middle of the night to peep at the little girl. As a result, he was caught red-handed and was almost beaten to death.
Did Stillberg get into trouble again? Han Jin could not help but frown.
"Ha, young master Raphael, long time no see." The middle-aged man shouted.
Although the middle-aged man's tone was very normal, and his expression was also very decent, but Han Jin could clearly feel a strong contempt.
"What's going on?!" Han Jin asked.
"You can't blame me, young master Raphael, this trash, dare to steal!" The middle-aged man grabbed Stillberg's hair, and dragged Stillberg very rudely: "Ha ha, I don't know what this guy was thinking, stealing is not a big deal, but he even took out the stolen magic crystal to sell, and then … Oh, young master Raphael, this guy said that you gave him the magic crystal? Tell me, is it true or not? " The middle-aged man deliberately approached Han Jin, with his eyes wide open, with an aggressive look, as if he wanted to catch Han Jin and interrogate him.
Han Jin was silent, he was not afraid of trouble, but the received memory was too complicated, he needed to sort it out before making a decision.
"I see.." That middle-aged man saw that he had firmly suppressed Han Jin in terms of aura, and said with a fake smile: "This guy must be randomly biting people, how can such a righteous person like young master Raphael be in cahoots with a thief? You guys, bring him back and interrogate him properly."
A few burly men grabbed Stillberg, but Stillberg did not cry, nor did he scream. He just stared at Han Jin with a look of despair.
"I gave him the magic crystal, which dog eye of yours saw us stealing?" Han Jin said coldly.
Once Han Jin said that, the place became silent immediately, whether it was those burly men with weapons or the crowd of onlookers, all of them were dumbfounded, even that middle-aged man was stunned, and shouted in a tone of disbelief: "You … what did you say??"
"I asked you, which dog eye of yours saw us stealing?"
"You are courting death!" That middle-aged man flew into a rage, pulled out his long sword and roared: "I called you young master several times, do you really think you are a young master? Believe it or not, I will kill you right here! "
"Oh." Han Jin replied indifferently.
That middle-aged man became angrier, he took a step forward, raised the long sword over his head, and was about to cut down.
Han Jin's face was full of calmness, at this moment, he still had the leisure to evaluate the flaws in the opponent's starting posture.
Screams came from the crowd of onlookers. Radon Town was located in a remote area, relatively speaking, the people here lived a very peaceful life, and rarely saw such a scene.
That inferior long sword was suspended in the air, less than half a foot away from Han Jin's head, but it could no longer fall.
Han Jin smiled, every world had its own rules. Raphael was a baron, a member of the privileged class. Although he had no money and power now, and lived like a beggar, but his status had not changed. Even if he killed a civilian in public, he would be punished, not to mention killing a noble. What's more, there was no irreconcilable hatred between them. Raphael's memory told him that this middle-aged man was the town's magistrate, named Sifanti. It was because Mayor Manhanna hated Raphael and his servant very much, so he worked hard to make trouble for them. He would never want to die together with Raphael.
"Well, you dare to be unreasonable after stealing from others?" A white-haired old man jumped out from the crowd of burly men.
"Whose thing did I steal?" Han Jin asked back.
"Mine!" The old man spread out his hand, and there was a fiery red bead in his palm.
Han Jin turned his eyes to Stillberg, Stillberg struggled and shouted: "Young master, this old bastard did it on purpose! I'll go to him … "Just as he shouted, a burly man beside him slapped Stillberg's face, and the following words were abruptly swallowed back.
Han Jin saw this and hated it in his heart, but he could do nothing, so he coldly said to the old man: "How do you know that Stillberg stole from you?"
"He came to me with the magic crystal to sell, and I saw it at a glance!" The old man sarcastically said: "Young master Raphael, you said that you gave the magic crystal to Stillberg, in your present situation … Hey hey, can you really take out the magic crystal?"
"Stillberg stole from you, and then went back to sell it to you? Is there such a stupid person? " Han Jin shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you are a pig, your mistake is that you shouldn't treat others as pigs."
"You …" The old man was very surprised. Everyone in the town knew that Raphael had been poor for a few years. At first, everyone had some scruples because of his identity, but as time went by, they didn't treat Raphael as a noble, and finally, they didn't even treat him as a human. Why was Raphael so bold today? Although they didn't understand, they still had to find a way to save their face. The old man shouted to Sifanti: "Lord Sifanti, this kid is stubborn. Capture him and torture him, I don't believe that he won't be honest!"
"Good idea." Han Jin sneered: "Let me suffer first, and when the court intervenes, it will be other people's turn to suffer. But no matter who suffers, no one will find fault with you, right?" The court that Han Jin mentioned was a place that specialized in adjudicating the crimes of nobles. Even if he really stole something, the people in the town had no right to convict him, not even the mayor. They had to go to the court in the city. And torturing a noble without permission was much more serious than stealing!
The old man's eyes widened, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. In his impression, Raphael was a hopeless idiot. Who knew that today's Raphael had changed into another person. Not only was he reasonable, but he also knew how to sow discord.
"Don't go too far." A muffled voice outside the crowd said: "Just because of a magic crystal, you beat him up like this, and now you want to arrest him?"
"Who? Who was talking nonsense just now? " Sifanti who was worried about not being able to get off the stage shouted. His eyes turned to the crowd: "Stand up for me …"
The crowd rushed out, not voluntarily, but forcibly pushed by someone. A man who was as strong as a mountain slowly walked in. He was taller than everyone present, and on his shoulder was a frightening giant sword. What was more surprising was that the giant sword didn't have a scabbard, and was just casually tied with a few circles of straw rope. Most of the blade was exposed, and there were still black traces on the blade. Only God knew if that was human blood or not. Although he walked very slowly, his aura was suffocating. Sifanti suddenly shut his mouth because he didn't dare to shout anymore.
"You … you are a mercenary??" The old man smiled.
"Nonsense, didn't you see the badge?" The big man said angrily.
"Hehe … may I ask, which mercenary group are you from?"
"Do you want to make friends with me, or do you want to take revenge on me in the future?" The burly man suddenly grabbed the old man's hand. The old man cried out in pain as the magic crystal in his hand rolled to the ground. Then, the burly man threw the magic crystal forcefully. The old man staggered back seven or eight steps and fell to the ground with a plop. The burly man bent down and picked up the magic crystal.
Wasn't this daylight robbery? However, the surrounding people were silent, including Sifanti, who was in charge of security, who kept quiet out of fear. Mercenaries, warriors who could be hired, lived on the edge of life and death all year round, and most people in this line of work were not to be trifled with. Mercenaries were limited. If they couldn't survive in one place, they could just change places, but ordinary people couldn't.
"What are you looking at?" The big man said coldly: "This magic crystal is not mine, nor is it yours!" After that, the big man inserted the giant sword into the ground, and his right hand reached for his waist. There were more than ten red beads in his palm, which were exactly the same as the magic crystal in his left hand.
"Understand? These magic crystals belong to my employer. " The big man said in a sarcastic tone: "As for these two people, I promise they didn't steal. Now, do you have any questions? If not, you can get lost! "
When Sheriff Sifanti heard that the other party had been hired by the people of the town, his courage was boosted. He wanted to say something official, but who knew that the other party's tone was getting more and more arrogant and disrespectful. Sheriff Sifanti's expression kept changing, and in the end, his cowardly side prevailed. He waved his hand and left with his people in disgrace.
"A group of ignorant country bumpkins." The big man spat and strode out of the field. He acted bravely just because of sympathy and because he knew the origin of the magic crystal under certain conditions. In fact, in his eyes, the master and servant who were like beggars were worse than those country bumpkins. He was not in the mood to talk to Han Jin at all.
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