After passing through the building through the corridor, Zhang Tie arrived at the garden in the building. The garden occupied a large square area with a diameter of about a kilometer. In the midst of the colorful garden, Zhang Tie could vaguely see a few independent villas, as well as several large tents. In the center of the garden was a clear pond, surrounded by a row of chairs and tables. Not to mention the four buildings around it, the size of the garden alone was amazing. The Holy Crown City was a densely populated city, and the land near the center of the city was even more expensive.
It was almost dusk, and now was the time for the performance. A magician had frozen the pond water into ice, and about twenty female elves were dancing barefoot on the ice. The person in charge of playing the music was also an elven musician. Although this artificial ice was as cold as the ice outside, the elves worked very hard. Humans could not be compared to each other, and the elves were the same. What kind of life did the elves in the prison camp have? In order to ensure their safety, they had to work hard.
Seeing this scene from afar, Yalina showed a slightly sympathetic look, but Han Jin and Chipango were not moved. Invaders were invaders. No matter how profound their cultural heritage was, no matter how beautiful they were, they could not cover up their crimes.
The chairs by the pond were full of people. Judging from their clothes and the number of guards, they were all either rich or noble.
Chipango was very clear that Han Jin, who was with Yalina, would not watch this kind of performance, not to mention that there were some more outrageous performances to come! So he took Han Jin directly into a small villa.
After the three of them sat down, Han Jin paused, pondered over his words, and began, "Adonis and the other Saint Knight …"
Hearing Han Jin mention the Saint Knight of the Vatican, Yalina excused herself and left the living room. She did not want to listen. First, it meant nothing to her. Second, she remembered her father's words. When she was a child, one of her father's most capable assistants had a family conflict. Because the assistant was focused on magic research, he did not leave the laboratory for half a year. Of course, he did not go home either. The assistant's wife complained to the Duke's mansion, but was scolded by her father and left resentfully. At that time, her father said not to try to tie an iron chain around the neck of a lion, and that only a dog would be willing to be tied up.
Although this was a bit overbearing and unreasonable, Yalina vaguely understood that some men did not want to be tied down. Therefore, even though her relationship with Han Jin was getting closer, she did not want to give orders in front of Han Jin, especially when it came to important matters, unless Han Jin took the initiative to ask for her opinion.
Han Jin and Chipango chatted for a long time. It was late at night when Chipango left the small villa, half happy and half sad. Obviously, what Han Jin had asked him to do was not easy.
Han Jin closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. He got up and walked slowly into the bedroom. He found that Yalina had fallen asleep on the bed. He did not wake her up and walked back to the living room. He opened the window and enjoyed the night view of the garden.
The performance of the elves was coming to an end. Seven or eight elves who were close to half naked were desperately twisting their bodies in a flirtatious manner. The emotions of the audience around them were also aroused. From time to time, there were shouts and whistles. This was not the dance of the elves. He had seen the same seductive dance of the sirens in the underground city before.
In order to survive, they had learned a lot, whether they were willing or not. In fact … wasn't Han Jin the same?!
When Yalina told him about the Vatican's past, he only had a vague idea in his mind. However, when he asked Chipango, his ideas became clearer and clearer, and a complete plan was formed. In the past, he was not willing to scheme against others like this, let alone against a friend! But now, he had to do it. After so many days, he had gradually come to understand Jeddis. He also liked Jeddis, so he couldn't just watch Jeddis go down the wrong path and then draw their swords against each other.
Whether this change was good or bad, Han Jin did not know, but he never regretted it!
After occupying the Beitman and the Holy Crown City, the magic crystals he seized had filled more than a dozen rooms on the God of War. Of course, they were not piled up randomly. As for using the God of War as a warehouse, it was because Guevara's policy was to attack, attack, and attack. All the magic crystal cannons in the Holy Crown City were installed on the God of War, and the Magic Legion was divided into two. Dozens of the most powerful magicians were on the God of War.
If he had chosen to live in seclusion because of fear, he would still be hiding in the forest with Stillberg, looking for second-grade and third-grade holy animals. Maybe he would have been killed by a high-grade holy animal. How could that kind of life be compared to now?
Just when Han Jin was lost in thought, someone knocked on the door twice. Han Jin turned around and said slowly, "Come in."
The door opened, and Hallister walked in with a smile. He used to be a gigolo who relied on women to make a living, but after being the manager for more than a month, he looked much more energetic than before. His eyebrows were full of confidence. Hallister bowed slightly and said, "Sir, Chipango told me that you were here, so I came to see you. I hope I didn't disturb you."
"Chipango told you? I see you have been waiting outside for a long time. "Han Jin smiled and pointed to a chair." Sit down. What's the matter? "
After being exposed by Han Jin, Hallister looked a bit embarrassed. "Sir, I heard from Master Guevara that you went out a few days ago and encountered some orc warriors near Nuremberg. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"That's great!" Hallister said happily. "Sir, if you catch any orc captives in the future, can you send them to me first?"
"What do you want orc captives for?" Han Jin asked, puzzled.
"Sir, you made me the manager of the Night of Bliss. My job is, of course, to find a way to empty the pockets of the nobles." Hallister sighed. "But business is getting harder and harder. People are never satisfied. If you want to make more money, you have to innovate."
"I agree with your idea, but what does it have to do with orc captives?"
"My lord, you see …" Hallister chuckled as he moved closer to the window and pointed outside. "Don't you think that it's weird and exciting to see an unusually muscular orc warrior standing next to an elf?"
"Let's talk about it when we catch orc captives." Han Jin frowned. He understood what Hallister was trying to say. "But … you need to be careful. Don't do anything that will cause trouble. Last time, Alexandre killed more than six hundred elven prisoners of war, which caused him to be criticized by some for being too cruel. If you become the target of those people …"
"Sir, don't worry. This isn't an army." Hallister was overjoyed. "I can have someone else do it. Even if something happens, I won't have to take responsibility."
"You have to have a bottom line, understand?" Han Jin said slowly.
"I understand, sir." Hallister smiled. "I'll take that as a yes, sir."
"Yes." Han Jin nodded. Seeing that Hallister didn't intend to leave, he asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Well …" Hallister hesitated. "Sir, I don't know if I should say it."
"Nonsense, you've already said it."
Hallister clenched his teeth. "Sir, can you say hello to Sir Lang Ning? Tell him to restrain his generals! "
"What's wrong?"
"They eat, drink, and play here. They never pay, and I don't dare ask them for money. But … if it was just them, I could still afford it. But they always come here to treat us. Every time they come, they bring a large group of people. Plus, some nobles and merchants want to please them. Originally, someone else should be the one paying, but those generals just have to pretend to be generous. Damn it! They don't have to pay anyway! "Hallister looked angry." Sir, we can't go on like this! We might even lose money! "
"You can lose money here?" Han Jin's expression was strange.
"Sir, there are many places that require money!" Hallister complained, "All the VIP rooms here are equipped with magic lamps. There are more than 300 of them in total, and the other rooms use up more than 40,000 candles every day. As for food and drinks, we can earn a bit, but that won't be counted for now. But … I have to be paid, right? There are more than 30 magicians here. They have to be paid, right? There are also nearly 200 guards and more than 2000 elves. They all have to be paid, right? "
"Elves get paid too?"
"This … Sir, I haven't had time to tell you yet." Hallister scratched his head and looked at Han Jin nervously. "In order to encourage the elves to work hard, I promise that as long as they can pay a certain amount of ransom, they can regain their freedom."
"How much ransom?"
"Five thousand gold coins per person."
Han Jin was stunned. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ever since he became the lord, he had no concept of money. The last time was when he owed a debt of more than ten thousand gold coins in Isolated Cliff City, but that was a collective debt. But now, he was asking for a ransom of five thousand gold coins for each elf. This was simply too much, and it was an exorbitant price.
"How many years do you think they'll have to work to earn enough money?"
"They have a long life anyway, don't they? Thirty to fifty years of hard work should be enough. "Hallister smiled.
"This can't go on … But you shouldn't have come to me." Han Jin shook his head. He couldn't understand how Hallister calculated that he would lose money. The ransom of one elf was enough to buy a candle for a thousand years. "You should have gone to Lang Ning or Guevara directly."
"Sir, you don't care?" Hallister's face suddenly became bitter. "But … but you should at least have an opinion, right? Otherwise, what should I say to them? "
"Those generals of Riptide … Do they have a bill?"
"Yes, yes!" Hallister said repeatedly. "I have it with me all the time. Sir, do you want to see it?"
"No need. Just give it to Lang Ning and tell him … I said that the rules can't be broken. Riptide will pay for it." Han Jin said softly, "If someone wants to be special, others will naturally follow suit. In the end, it will only become more and more chaotic. It's time to teach them a lesson."
"Sir, no way …" Hallister's expression was a bit sluggish. His original intention was to let Han Jin warn the generals of Riptide. He only brought the bill with him to prove how difficult it was for him and how wronged he felt. He didn't expect Han Jin to collect all the debts.
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the bedroom, followed by Yalina's scream. "Raphael!"
Han Jin's eyes narrowed, and his figure disappeared from the spot. He directly broke through the door and rushed in, just in time to see Yalina pouncing on him with her arms wide open and bumping into his chest.
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. What's wrong?" Han Jin could feel that Yalina's body was trembling. He gently stroked her back and said softly, "Don't worry.
Hallister, who was outside, was also shocked. He almost sounded the alarm, but he relaxed when he saw that Yalina was fine. However, this was not a place where he could stay. Hallister slowly backed away and quietly opened the door.
In the bedroom, Han Jin finally figured out the reason from Yalina's incoherent pleading. She had a nightmare in which her father, Grand Duke Solomon, had a relapse and died of his old illness.
Han Jin could understand. Nightmares were not scary in themselves. What was scary was that she didn't believe it and thought it would never happen. However, she couldn't extricate herself from the dream. That kind of despair and struggle was the most unbearable.
Han Jin sat on the bed with Yalina in his arms and comforted her in a soft voice for a long while. When he saw Yalina gradually calming down, he smiled and asked, "Did you miss your father today?"
"Yes." Yalina nodded gently. When Han Jin and Chipango were talking, she deliberately hid in the bedroom. Later, she thought a lot about her father and what he had said.
In fact, when a man and a woman decided to be together, they would undergo a huge change. Some men might become stronger because they had a sense of responsibility, while some women might become more fragile because they had a reason to escape from the storm.
"What you think of during the day, it's easy to dream of it at night," Han Jin said softly. "It's okay. It'll be fine in a while."
"But … but my father's health has always been poor. He's always been sick. I'm afraid this is a …" Yalina said sadly. She still couldn't let it go. She wanted to say that it was a bad omen, but she didn't dare to continue. She was afraid that her words would come true.
"Don't think too much." Han Jin stroked Yalina's hair and changed the topic. He tried to divert Yalina's attention to something else. It just so happened that he had a big question mark in his heart. "By the way, Yalina, the tattoo on your body … What does it mean?"
"Tattoo? I don't have a tattoo! "Yalina was stunned.
"You do!" Han Jin said with certainty. He had always thought that Yalina's miraculous recovery must have something to do with the tattoo.
"Whether I have a tattoo or not … I don't know." Yalina said, "Then tell me, where is my tattoo?"
"It's here." Han Jin pointed at Yalina's chest.
Yalina looked down at her chest and suddenly blushed. She waved her hand and punched Han Jin's shoulder. "You're so annoying …"
"No, I …" Han Jin smiled bitterly. "You've misunderstood. There really is a tattoo there. Didn't you notice it all this time?"
What kind of misunderstanding could there be? Yalina didn't dare to look at Han Jin. She stretched out her small hands and pushed Han Jin's arms. With great difficulty, she struggled out of his arms and sat sideways.
"Yalina, you really do have a tattoo there!" Han Jin repeated in a serious tone.
Hearing Han Jin's serious tone, Yalina plucked up her courage and looked at Han Jin. Then, she became skeptical because Han Jin didn't seem to be joking. She then said in a coquettish tone, "Turn around!"
"Okay." Han Jin finally found a chance to prove that he didn't have any bad intentions and turned around obediently.
Yalina took off her magic robe first, then grabbed the quilt and put it in front of her. She slowly lifted the collar of her inner skirt with one hand and looked inside. Then, her small face suddenly became blood red. She raised her hand and threw a pillow at the back of Han Jin's head. "You're so annoying, so annoying …"
Han Jin didn't move and let the pillow hit the back of his head. His face was full of helplessness. Judging from Yalina's angry voice, she probably didn't see anything. But … was he the only one who could see the tattoo? It was too strange!
"Yalina, do you trust me?" Han Jin began to persuade her with emotion.
"I do!" Yalina bit her lips. Facing this question, no matter how shy she was, she had to give a clear answer.
"You really do have a tattoo there!"
"Yes, it's a big tattoo." If this was a matter of trust, then she could only follow Han Jin's nonsense.
Han Jin was helpless again. After a moment, he said with some difficulty, "That … that … Can you let me take a look?"
Yalina was completely dumbfounded. She stared at Han Jin blankly and suddenly collapsed on the bed. She thought this was a hint, and for a moment, countless thoughts came to her mind. If she wanted to please Han Jin, then she should take the initiative to cater to him and fully expose herself. However, she was frightened and extremely nervous.
Han Jin saw that Yalina's body had curled up into a ball and she was covering her chest with her arms. Was she going to let him see or not?
After hesitating for a moment, Han Jin sat down on the bed again. The moment he sat down, he could clearly feel Yalina's body tremble.
Mentioning the tattoo was originally to divert Yalina's attention, but now her attention was diverted, and he was in an awkward situation where he couldn't explain it clearly. Suddenly, a piece of information that he should have paid attention to but had ignored because of his absent-mindedness flashed in his mind. Han Jin said softly, "Yalina, you said that your father is sick? What is it? Why didn't you find a priest? "
"I found a lot of priests, but it was useless." Yalina said in a voice as low as a mosquito's buzz, "It's asthma."
"Just asthma?" Han Jin couldn't believe it.
"Yes."
"Just asthma?"
Yalina slowly turned around. Her eyes were filled with grievance. Moreover, Han Jin changed the topic so quickly that she couldn't keep up. Was asthma not enough? Did she want her father to have more diseases?
"I mean … you should have told me earlier!" Han Jin let out a long sigh.
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