Han Jin and the others rode their horses towards the public cemetery in the eastern part of the city. The young noble also dismounted a horse from his carriage and followed behind Han Jin and Lang Ning.
"Why did you wait for me?" Han Jin asked softly.
The young noble had already thought of a lot of things to say, but after meeting Han Jin's eyes, he panicked and decided to tell the truth instead of his original plan. "Sir, I saw you yesterday with Miss Yalina."
"Oh."
"When I saw you walk out of Erma's house with Miss Yalina, I thought you must have a close relationship with Erma, so … so …" The young noble stuttered. He didn't know what to say, so after a moment of hesitation, he continued, "I had some unpleasant experiences with Erma in the past, and if Erma got the chance, then I would be in trouble. So … I wanted to get in touch with Erma first, even if he wanted me to apologize, as long as he doesn't hold a grudge against me."
"What unpleasant experiences?" Han Jin asked.
"My father had a good relationship with Erma when he was alive, and I received a lot of help from him. Later … when Sir Dismark wanted to deal with the Morgan Merchant Guild, Erma came to me and asked me to plead with Sir Dismark." The young noble sighed. "Sir, I'm just a district magistrate, and I have no right to plead with Sir Dismark. If I really went, not only would I not be of any help, but my family would also be destroyed. In the end, I refused Erma. "
"Oh, and then?"
"Erma was very angry at that time, and he threw a wine glass at me." The young noble touched his forehead and smiled bitterly. "My head was smashed, and I still have a scar. If I frown, the scar will become very clear."
"You didn't take revenge on him?"
"Revenge?" The young noble's face became even more bitter. "After all, he helped me a lot, and he's also my elder. So what if he hit me?"
Ronning turned around and glanced at the young noble with a smile. Back then, it was Dismark who wanted to deal with Morgan Commercial Corp, and Erma hit him, but he didn't hit him while he was down, which showed that he had a good character. Since he hit Erma with a wine glass, there must have been other people around at the time. Therefore, he couldn't and didn't dare to lie.
"When did you go to find Erma?"
"Yesterday, not long after you and Miss Yalina left."
"You apologized?"
"When did I get the chance to apologize?" The young noble said helplessly. "I just saw Erma, and he kicked me out.
"What happened after that?" Han Jin said lightly. "That's not enough to explain why you've been waiting for me here."
The young noble hesitated for a moment and finally said, "After I returned home, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. You are the master of the Holy Crown City, and Erma has gained your trust. If Erma wanted to take revenge on me, I wouldn't be able to resist. Then … I thought about it for a long time, and decided to ask a friend of mine … well, he's an eighth-grade thief, to sneak into Erma's house."
"And then?" Han Jin raised his eyebrows.
"Sir, I didn't mean anything else." The young noble's face turned pale, and he said nervously, "I just wanted my friend to warn Erma that I don't lack the courage to die together with him. If he really wants to deal with me, I'll fight him to the death."
"I know." Han Jin smiled. "You already knew about Erma's death, didn't you? If you really want to do something, you should try your best to erase the traces you left behind. There are two reasons why you're here. On one hand, you have a clear conscience, and on the other hand, you want to seize the opportunity. Am I right? "
The young noble was stunned. After a long while, he let out a long sigh and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He forced a smile and said, "Sir, you're really …"
"Alright, continue. What happened next?" Han Jin asked.
"Last night, Erma's mood was very unstable. One moment, he was laughing, and the next, he was crying. He kept saying that he was saved and that the day he had been waiting for had finally come. My friend hid for a long time, but he never found a chance to be alone with Erma. When Erma was about to go to bed in the middle of the night, my friend was about to approach Erma when he suddenly heard Erma let out a short scream. " The young noble solemnly said, "My friend was very scared. At that time, Erma had already extinguished the magic lamp, so he couldn't see what was going on in the room. However, he sensed an extremely vicious and bloody aura. Sir, I know my friend very well. He has always been very brave, and to be able to scare him to such a degree means that Erma's murderer must be an extremely powerful being!"
Han Jin fell silent. Could it be that there was some kind of unspeakable secret in Morgan & Co.?
"Sir, that's not the most important thing," the young noble said. The young noble replied, "Erma was resting in the room of one of his concubines last night. When he was killed, his screams were short and not loud, but I'm sure that the concubine heard them clearly. However … according to the obituary released by Erma's family today, Erma died of a sudden illness."
"What's your name?" Han Jin suddenly asked.
"Schumann. Sir, my name is Schumann." A look of surprise and joy appeared on the young noble's face.
"Congratulations." Lang Ning turned around with a smile. "You've caught your chance."
"Sir Lang Ning, I'll be in your care in the future." The young noble was very excited.
"You know me?" Lang Ning was slightly surprised.
"Of course. I saw you at the banquet. Even though you only drank a cup of wine and left in a hurry, I have always had a very good memory, so I remember you very clearly."
"I just remembered a saying: opportunity always favors those who are prepared," Han Jin said in an indifferent voice. He then pointed forward and asked, "That's the tomb, right?"
"Yes, Sir." Schumann spurred his horse forward and rushed over. A few men dressed as guards jumped out of the bushes around the tomb and greeted Schumann.
"How is it?" Schumann asked loudly.
"Young Master, the burial ceremony was completed a long time ago. We've already buried him," one of the men replied as he stole a glance at Han Jin and Lang Ning.
"Sir, we were a step too late. What should we do?" Schumann asked.
"Let's go in first." Han Jin also jumped off his horse.
The cemetery was very quiet. There were about a dozen people standing in front of a new grave. They were divided into four groups, and all of them seemed to be immediate family members. Each group was led by a middle-aged woman, and judging from their age and posture, they were most likely the middle-aged woman's children. However, there was a young woman who was excluded from the group. She seemed to be very lonely.
"That woman is Erma's concubine, Nora. Erma married her two years ago, but she never had any children after their marriage," Schumann said in a low voice.
The people who were in the middle of the funeral were stunned when they saw a group of people walking over aggressively. In fact, Han Jin and Lang Ning's expressions were very calm, and Schumann didn't show any emotion either. However, Schumann's guards all puffed out their chests and raised their heads with murderous intent. They knew their mission, and they also knew who their young master was waiting for. They couldn't accept the honor of being able to work with the high and mighty lord. To put it bluntly, they weren't excited, but excited.
Han Jin looked at the new grave that had just been filled with soil. He turned around and said indifferently, "Dig it up."
Han Jin gave the order to the generals of Riptide. Although they didn't think that Lang Ning would disobey, they still had to wait for Lang Ning to give the order. After all, they were regular soldiers. However, the guards were different. As soon as Han Jin finished speaking, and before Schumann could say anything, the guards roared and rushed forward. Not only did their attitude of 'facing death with equanimity' scare the underaged children, but it also scared the gravekeeper so much that he fell to the ground.
The guards then snatched the shovels from the gravekeepers and began to dig up the grave with all their might. Erma's relatives were stunned for a moment before bursting into tears and curses. Some of the boys picked up stones from the ground, while others pounced on them.
"How dare you!" The leaders of the guards drew their swords and roared. The other guards who didn't have any tools also drew their weapons and stared fiercely at the crowd.
In Dismark's bloody purge of the Morgan Commercial Corp, Erma barely managed to save his own life. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he didn't even dare to hire a single guard. Among the main fighting forces in the crowd, only a group of children and two old servants were left. When they saw the hostile stances of the guards, they were all intimidated. Even the children's cries had silently disappeared at some point.
"You bunch of scoundrels! How dare you blaspheme the dead! " The priest who had just presided over the funeral was so angry that his face twisted. He then raised the scepter in his hand.
The hierarchy of the priests in the Holy See was very strict. According to the level of their magic power, they were divided into deacons, priests, bishops, cardinals, and archbishops. They were also divided into two categories based on the nature of their work. One was a warrior priest, and the other was a priest. Jeddes belonged to the former. The main responsibility of a warrior priest was to protect the Holy See, while the main responsibility of a priest was to spread the glory of God.
The difference between the two was huge. The priest was only halfway through his magic incantation when he was surrounded by the guards. Fortunately, without Han Jin's orders, they didn't dare to go too far. They only pushed the priest to the ground and started beating him up.
"Stop! All of you, stop! "Shuman was furious.
The guards raised their heads and saw Shuman's face turn green. They couldn't help but be stunned.
"Shuman, if you really want to make a difference, you should at least have the ability to restrain your subordinates," Han Jin said indifferently. "Remember, I am not Dismark."
"I understand, my Lord." Shuman only felt that his chest was about to explode. After the conversation on the way here, he should be able to get some points, and the guards' performance would definitely be reduced by a lot. However, now was not the time to scold his subordinates, so he could only endure it.
"Scoundrels! You bunch of scoundrels … "The priest struggled to get up from the ground and screamed with a trembling voice. He was beaten black and blue, and this humiliation was too much for him to bear. He took out a magic scroll, but his hands were trembling so much that he couldn't open it even after fumbling for a long time. If it were an enemy, he would have been killed hundreds of times.
The expressions of the guards changed. They wanted to rush up and stop him, but they didn't dare to. They were afraid to let the priest release magic, and for a moment, they were at a loss. Then, with a bang, they scattered. It was better for one unlucky person to die than for everyone to die together.
After a long time, the priest finally opened the magic scroll and threw it out. Then, the magic scroll turned into a white light that went straight to the sky. After flying high in the sky, it exploded in the shape of an umbrella. It was now dusk, and the white light of the explosion was particularly eye-catching. Even more than ten miles away, it could be seen clearly.
"Haha … You have insulted God's messenger. This is your retribution!" The priest laughed bitterly. He was going to risk everything.
"Dig yours. What are you in a daze for?" Han Jin said coldly.
The guards seemed to wake up from a dream and continued to dig with all their might.
It didn't take long before the sound of hooves came from outside, and it was getting louder and louder. Ronning grew up in a military camp, so he didn't need to look. He could tell that there were about a hundred knights just by listening to the sound.
When the figures of the Knights of Light broke into the tomb, the priest waved his scepter and shouted: "Warriors of God, these are the people! They have profaned the peace of the dead and insulted the dignity of the priests. Come, use your hot blood to purify the sins here! "
The first row of Knights of Light neatly raised their Knight's spears and rushed towards Han Jin's direction in a straight line. Alma's family members panicked and fled outside to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Lang Ning couldn't help but frown. With Han Jin's strength, of course, he could protect himself, but it would be difficult for him to not hurt anyone. Besides, Lang Ning was also angry. The Holy Crown City was Han Jin's territory. Even if something happened, he should have informed the local garrison and brought the Knights of Light here. What was going on?!
In fact, there were always conflicts between the religious and royal authority. In order to be safe and sound, both sides had to maintain restraint, compromise, and tolerance. As long as one side acted irrationally, the conflict would immediately be triggered.
A wisp of haze flashed in Han Jin's eyes. He suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the tomb. He waved his right hand and a burning sword appeared in his hand. He then stabbed the sword into the ground as if there was no one around, leaving only a small part of the sword. Then he returned to his original position.
Although Han Jin didn't say a word from beginning to end, all the Knight of Light understood what he meant. The position of the sword represented the boundary, and those who crossed the boundary would have to bear the consequences.
It was a pity that they didn't know Han Jin. Han Jin didn't even bother to interfere with the political affairs of the Holy Crown City, let alone the Knights of Light. Almost all the Knight of Light took this warning as a provocation, an arrogant provocation!
Han Jin calmly looked at the gradually dug up grave, but his eyes were getting colder and colder.
"My Lord …" Lang Ning couldn't help but secretly feel lucky. If he didn't accompany Han Jin today, this storm would have been inevitable. After interacting with Han Jin, Guevara, and the others, Lang Ning found that whether it was the straightforward and resolute Guevara, the calm and tranquil Jeddis, or the sunny Han Jin, they all had the same characteristics, and that was pride and conceit. Of course, this wasn't a derogatory term, but an attitude that said, "If you want to do something, do it." It was hard to imagine that Han Jin would shout loudly, "I'm the lord, you can do whatever you want." Someone who could shout such words was definitely not a real expert, but a watchdog.
This kind of thing … can only be done by me. Being a watchdog for once is nothing. Lang Ning showed a helpless smile and immediately roared, "How dare you! Lord Raphael is here, what do you want?! "
"My Lord …" A roar suddenly came from the charging formation of the Light Knight Regiment. "Stop!"
Now, the name 'Raphael' didn't just mean a dragon slayer. After killing Elder Maxwell of Dragon City, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Han Jin's power was enough to shake the world. The reason why Dragon City and Dragon Region were so strong was that many of the superior dragons who mastered Dragon Language Magic had broken through the final barrier.
What did the Dragon City Elder represent? What did it mean to be able to kill such an expert? The answer was obvious!
It wasn't just the northeast region. As time passed, the glorious achievements of the name "Raphael" would spread through the mouths of travelers. It wouldn't be long before Nicholas, who was all-powerful in the southwest region, would also hear about it. As for whether he would treat Raphael as his strongest enemy like Han Jin, that was his own business. No one else would know.
There was a commotion in the charging formation of the Light Knight Regiment. They reined in their horses before the Fire Dragon Sword, but the charging formation stopped abruptly. They inevitably collided with each other and immediately became a mess.
A Knight in silver armor came out from the side. He glanced at the Fire Dragon Sword, then jumped off his horse and strode toward Han Jin.
When he came close, the Knight took off his helmet. Lang Ning saw that he was Aude, one of the three Saint Knights. Lang Ning's heart suddenly jumped. It was unbelievable that a priest was in danger, and a Saint Knight was summoned! Could it be that … the Light Knight Regiment wanted to establish their power in the Holy Crown City, so they had been waiting for this opportunity?
Aude glanced at the priest, bent down, and whispered, "My Lord, what's going on?"
"It's a misunderstanding." Han Jin replied indifferently.
"A misunderstanding?" Aude raised his voice slightly. He glanced at the priest again. The priest was beaten so badly that even his front teeth were knocked out. Was it just a misunderstanding?
"Actually, it's not a misunderstanding." Lang Ning continued, "That guy was as blind as a bat. He dared to call you a villain. Teaching him a lesson was already a light punishment."
Aude frowned and coldly turned to the priest.
"My Lord Aude, they … they are blaspheming the dead!" The priest also panicked.
The guards were still digging vigorously, and the coffin was faintly visible. Aude whispered, "My Lord, what are they doing?"
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