"My Lord! My Lord! " Hallister jumped onto the deck, panting, and shouted while searching for Han Jin.
"Raphael is with Yalina." Sassoux looked at Hallister curiously. "What's wrong? Hallister, what happened? "
"It's too late!" Hallister hurriedly said and rushed down the stairs.
When Hallister knocked on Yalina's door, Han Jin was in the room chatting happily with Yalina, Lesley, and Loraine. For the sake of Solomon's letter and Yalina's face, Han Jin was very friendly to Lesley and Loraine. Of course, he also liked these two girls who were of noble status but were not arrogant and bossy. He tried his best to let them experience the warmth of a big group.
Hearing someone knock on the door, Yalina quickly stood up and walked to the door while saying softly, "Who is it? Come in. "
Hallister couldn't wait to open the door. He wanted to speak immediately, but when he saw Lesley and Loraine, he hesitated for a moment and said softly, "My Lord, can you come out for a moment?"
"You two talk." Han Jin smiled at Lesley and Loraine, then turned and walked out.
Han Jin and Hallister put some distance between them and Yalina's room. Han Jin frowned and asked, "Hallister, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry? "
"My Lord, are you really going to … release Constance?" Hallister smiled bitterly.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"But … but I've already spread the news that Constance is going to be auctioned tonight!" Hallister shouted. "If you release her, what am I going to sell?!"
Han Jin didn't say anything.
At this time, Ronning and a few guards walked over from the other side of the corridor. Among them was a female elf with long green hair. However, Hallister's back was facing Ronning, and he was highly focused, so he didn't notice anything.
"My Lord, the nobles are very interested in Constance. Perhaps they already have many female elven slaves, but great elves are very rare! Some have even announced that they would give up half of their family's property to buy Constance! "Hallister begged." My Lord, please give Constance to me! "
Han Jin smiled and greeted Lang Ning with his eyes. When the female elf heard Hallister's words, her body trembled and her fists slowly clenched. She stared coldly at Hallister's back, but Hallister still didn't notice and continued begging, "My Lord, I know you don't have the heart, but who's to blame? The elves are invading us, we deserve to be treated them! I can guarantee that Constance can be sold for at least tens of thousands of gold coins, or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Heavens … That's the price of a high-grade magical crystal, my lord … "
Han Jin smiled and gestured with his lips. "Ronning, wait for me inside."
"Yes, my Lord." Lang Ning walked over and patted Hallister's shoulder with a smile. "Keep up the good work, don't give up!"
"You still have the nerve to be sarcastic?!" Hallister almost jumped up in anger. "I went to you last month to ask for Constance. If you had given her to me earlier, would this have happened?!"
"This is my Lord's order. Don't blame me." Lang Ning was still smiling. With a wave of his hand, a few guards pushed the female elf into a room. The moment the female elf was pushed into the room, she turned her head and glared at Hallister with hatred.
Hallister didn't mind being hated, but when he saw that Lang Ning had brought Constance over, he knew that it was almost impossible to get Constance out of Han Jin's hands. He rolled his eyes and came up with a compromise. "My Lord, please give Constance to me. Just one day, one day!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Auction off Constance's virginity, of course!" Hallister said, "My Lord, I will bring Constance back tomorrow, and then I won't care anymore. Even if you want to give her to the orcs, I won't care."
Han Jin was still smiling without saying a word.
Hallister saw that his little wish was not going to come true, and was both angry and anxious. "My Lord, I really don't understand! It was the elves who invaded us, why are you still so soft-hearted? This … is not like the old you, this is a … "
"A what?" Han Jin smiled.
"Compromise! That's right, compromise! "Hallister said firmly.
"The meaning of compromise is much richer than its literal meaning, and understanding it and practicing it are two completely different things." Han Jin said in a low voice, "What's more, didn't you compromise with me just now?"
"How can you and I … be the same as those elves?!"
"Say no more. I will never hand Constance over to you. Her use is not just to be a sex slave."
Hallister was really discouraged now, and he muttered, "I understand …" Then, he turned and walked towards the stairs.
"Hallister."
"My Lord?" Hallister quickly turned around, thinking that Han Jin had changed his mind.
"Get ready. I want to release all the elven prisoners of war, including the female slaves from the Blissful Nights."
Hallister felt like he had been struck by lightning. He had gone for wool and come home shorn. Not only did he not get the elves back, he could not even keep the female slaves under his control. Hallister looked at Han Jin blankly. "My Lord, you … you're not joking, are you?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Han Jin retorted.
"Then … what about the business of the Blissful Nights?!" If he could cry here, Hallister really wanted to cry.
"In the past, Dismark did not have many elven slaves, but they were still able to run the Blissful Nights well. I believe you can do the same," Han Jin said softly.
Hallister was so anxious that his eyebrows were about to rise. That was obviously easier said than done! Now that the customers' standards were getting higher and higher, and their tastes were getting more and more picky, if he wanted to make more money, he had to come up with more tricks. But without the slaves, what could he do?
"How about this …" Han Jin felt that the anxious Hallister was a little pitiful. "Go to Lang Ning later, and I'll give you half of the Sirens of the Abyss."
Hallister forced a smile, then staggered along the corridor. In reality, he had been under a lot of pressure. He was very weak, so he had to show off in other areas in order to maintain his current position. That was why he had put all of his heart into the business of the Blissful Nights, only to be cut off from under him. Of course, he was feeling very conflicted. Besides, the scale of the Blissful Nights was so large that half of the Sirens of the Abyss would not be of much use.
"Hallister," Han Jin called out.
Hallister suddenly quickened his pace. The lesson he had just learned had been engraved in his heart. He instinctively thought that something bad was going to happen again.
"Hallister!" Han Jin raised his voice slightly.
Hallister had no choice but to stop. He turned around and sighed. "Is there anything else, my lord?"
"I'm talking about releasing the elven prisoners of war in installments. However, I did not specify a specific time period. It could be one year, or ten years. You have plenty of time to prepare."
This was the only good news Hallister had heard today. He nodded with a bitter smile and walked down the corridor.
Han Jin turned around and opened the door. He immediately saw Lang Ning and a few of his guards entangled with the female elf. Lang Ning was still cursing something, but because the entire God of War was a complete artifact, each room had its own defensive capabilities. The soundproofing was also excellent, so Han Jin did not notice the commotion from the outside.
"What's going on?" Han Jin frowned.
"My lord, she wants to kill herself for the sword!" Lang Ning said.
"Let her go. It's fine." Han Jin said softly. "Anyway, there are tens of thousands of elven prisoners of war outside. If she really wants to do anything, you can take revenge on her companions."
Lang Ning released his hand, and a few of his guards stood up from the floor. The elf was stunned by Han Jin's words. Thinking about the tens of thousands of brothers and sisters outside, she could not bring herself to harden her heart. She knew that she was going to become some filthy noble's slave, but she did not even have the right to die. This world was too cruel for her.
The female elf slowly got up, her body trembling slightly. However, her expression was stubborn. At the very least, she would not give in. She lowered her head and quietly looked at her red toes.
"Can you calm down now?" Han Jin smiled. "Then let's talk. Sit." Han Jin pointed to a chair beside him.
The female elf stood there stubbornly as if she did not hear Han Jin's words. However, Lang Ning's guards were not so good-tempered. They pushed the female elf to the front of the chair and forced her to sit down.
"Constance …" Han Jin said softly. "If I remember correctly, in the ancient elven language, it means hard and strong. A woman should not have such a name."
Constance turned her head to the side and continued to remain silent.
Han Jin's gaze swept across Constance's wrists and ankles. There were faint red marks on them. In fact, when they completely occupied the Holy Crown City, all the prisoners of war had been dealt with. Dismark's men were very experienced. With just four cuts, they could turn an elf into a cripple. Of course, they did not sever all the veins. They only severed most of them. That way, the elves could still walk, dance, and do some miscellaneous work. But they could not jump or draw their bowstrings.
This kind of injury was lifelong. As a great elf, Constance was much stronger than Lang Ning and his guards. Yet, she was pressed to the floor like a little lamb, unable to move. She had already used all her strength, but she could not fight against the four strong men. If it was before, even without a weapon, she could easily kill Lang Ning and the others.
"For any powerful person, losing power is the deepest sorrow. I can understand how you feel." Han Jin said plainly. "But, if you continue to remain silent, then we can't continue this discussion."
"I know what you want to do. I can agree to it, but I have a request." Constance said with a stiff tone.
"What request?" Han Jin asked with interest.
"If you are willing to release all the prisoners of war in the camp, I can do anything for you!"
Lang Ning could not help but snicker. This was the bad thing about the elves. They were too unrealistic! Just because you want to release all the prisoners of war, who do you think you are?!
"Are you sure?" Han Jin smiled. "I suggest you think about it carefully."
"There is nothing to think about, I am sure!" Constance mustered her courage and looked at Han Jin. She knew what kind of person was sitting beside her. Han Jin's achievements had spread throughout the city, including the prisoner camp. "If you do not agree, then I …" She wanted to say something tough to scare Han Jin. But then she realized that she was just a prisoner of war. What right did she have to scare someone? In the end, she was at a loss for words.
Han Jin's gaze swept across Constance's face and slowly moved downwards. Like the other elves, Constance had an impeccable appearance, and because she was a Great Elf, she had an air of arrogance about her. Furthermore, the wounds on her wrists and ankles did not affect her beauty too much. Her skin was still fair where it should be, and her skin was still smooth where it should be.
"If you say so …" Han Jin showed a reluctant expression. "Alright, I agree."
"Ah? My lord? "Lang Ning was stunned.
"What?" Constance was stunned as well. She did not expect Han Jin to agree to such a crazy request.
"Actually, even if you did not make this request, I was prepared to send the prisoners of war back to your city in batches." Han Jin said softly. "But this matter is a little complicated. I can't just chase the prisoners out and be done with it. So we need to discuss this slowly."
"Hmph! Don't think you can fool me like that! "Constance laughed coldly.
"Do I need to lie to you?" Han Jin asked in return.
Constance was stunned again. She was at the mercy of others, and if these people wanted to, they could strip her naked and throw her on the bed. She would not be able to resist and could only be ravaged by them. Why would they need to lie to her?
"Just wait. Your friends are coming. By then, you will know my sincerity." Han Jin said softly.
The atmosphere in the room became unusually quiet. Lang Ning kept trying to signal Han Jin with his eyes, trying to get Han Jin to go out and talk, but Han Jin ignored him and ignored Lang Ning. Constance, on the other hand, became restless. She was trying to figure out Han Jin's true intentions. To get her? To let all the prisoners of war go? That was impossible, and Constance still had that much self-awareness.
After some time, Han Jin gestured for one of Lang Ning's guards to go out and receive them. A moment later, Kane walked in first, and behind him were Gibran and Julia, who had been 'imprisoned' for a long time.
As the captain of the Red Vanguards, Gibran had been through countless near-death situations. Julia was the same. No matter what kind of danger they were in, they could always remain calm. But now, they could not do so. After they walked out of the basement, they saw too many shocking scenes.
When he saw Han Jin, Gibran cried out anxiously, "Raphael, what happened?! Tell me, what is going on outside?! "
Julia's gaze swept across Constance's body, and she saw the wounds on her body. If it was in the past, she would have asked for an explanation, but now, she couldn't care less. She just wanted to know what had happened during this period of time.
Han Jin was also looking at Gibran and Julia. Because they had been in the basement for too long, Gibran and Julia's faces were sickly pale. And every time he looked at Julia, he could not help but think of Edwina. That was an eternal pain in his heart, a pain that could never be healed!
And the most painful thing was that Kane had told him a secret. Because there was nothing else to do, Gibran and Julia could only talk about the past. Kane had once accidentally overheard a conversation between Gibran and Julia. Back then, Edwina had been poisoned by the blood poison, and Han Jin was still weak. He could only use extreme methods to detoxify Edwina. In the end, Edwina was almost naked. Edwina was conscious at the time, and she knew what had happened. Perhaps it was because he had saved her life, or because her body had been seen through, but some things could not be avoided. Edwina secretly fell in love with Han Jin.
But because of Sunier, Edwina knew what she should avoid. She always maintained a relatively distant but friendly relationship with Han Jin. She only told her sister about the sadness and helplessness in her heart. Julia noticed that Edwina would often stare at Han Jin's back, and after asking, she finally found out the secret that Edwina wanted to hide for the rest of her life. That was why, when Han Jin went out to chase after the enemy, Edwina had to go with him. And that was why, when she saw that Han Jin was in grave danger, Edwina shot her arrow without hesitation. Actually, Edwina's combat experience was no less than Gibran and Julia's. When she realized that Hayden was a traitor, she should have rushed back to find backup as soon as possible. She shouldn't have acted rashly, because the enemy must have set up a sure-kill trap. But because of the feelings she had hidden in her heart, Edwina lost her cool and created an irreparable tragedy.
Even though this sacrifice was unnecessary, and Edwina did not play a big role, the sacrifice itself could not be measured by its effect!
"I called you guys here to tell you the truth." Han Jin said softly. Even though his thoughts could be described as completely different, when he thought of Edwina, his heart still felt abnormally heavy. "Kane, you tell them."
Kane coughed dryly. He had already prepared a script. He started from the sudden invasion of the elves, to how Sunier betrayed Han Jin and married Prudence, and finally how Prudence set up a trap and attacked Han Jin with Dragon City's Elder Maxwell. In the end, they were no match for Han Jin, and so on. Julia and Gibran's expressions kept changing as they listened to the story …
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