Guevara strode down the stairs, followed by Han Jin and Yalina. When he saw Majordomo Gail and Shozo chatting, Guevara suddenly remembered what Han Jin had just said. He couldn't help but glare at Majordomo Gail. Majordomo Gail was bewildered. He was fine when he went down, but why did his expression change so suddenly?
Chazeaux's gaze fell on Han Jin. Negotiations were a long process. Unless both sides were unequal in status, it was impossible to reach a conclusion in a short period of time. After witnessing Han Jin's irritation, Chazeaux no longer fantasized about using force. That would only make the situation worse. He wanted to indirectly remind Han Jin of the threat from Dragon City and let Han Jin take the initiative to contact him. Who knew that Han Jin didn't take Dragon City seriously at all. This made him anxious and surprised. Where did this young man's confidence come from?
"Sir." Schumann hurried to greet him.
"How many of them are here?" Han Jin asked calmly.
"Two."
"Only two?"
"Yes," Schumann replied. "But judging from their behavior, their status should be very high."
"Let's go and have a look," Han Jin said as he walked to the side of the ship.
"Raphael, I …" Yalina looked at Han Jin with hopeful eyes. She wanted to go out with Han Jin. If she didn't have any special experience, it would be difficult for a young heart to bear such a huge burden. After hearing Han Jin's words, Yalina's eyebrows were filled with heaviness. She was even a little afraid that disaster would come.
"You should stay here. Some things … are not convenient for you." Han Jin smiled.
"Okay." Yalina lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Then come back soon."
"I know." Han Jin looked at Yalina deeply. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong, but he had to do it. In the details of life, he could accommodate and take care of Yalina, but in other aspects, he hoped that Yalina could become more mature. Cultivation was a path of struggle, a struggle against fate, against heaven and earth. Since Yalina was willing to follow him, she would welcome the baptism of wind and rain. She couldn't be as weak as she was now.
The carriage was already waiting below. Han Jin and Schumann got into the carriage. The carriage quickly left the square and rushed straight to the northeast of the Holy Crown City. Schumann seized the time and told him everything he had learned.
In terms of secrecy, Donald's Ziyuan Flower was better than Solomon's Dark Night Aurora, because they didn't need to spy on the information of the lords. They only needed to record what they saw and heard. This kind of work was not dangerous and paid well. In special situations, they could even ask for help from the organization. For example, who fought with whom, when the army passed through the city, the morale and equipment of the soldiers, who lost in the end, and the living standards of the nobles in the city, the mentality of the ordinary civilians, who held the banquet, what the standard was, who got married, how many wives they had, and so on. Of course, there was a lot of invalid, repeated or false information, but it had nothing to do with them.
Without danger, there was no possibility of being exposed. Even if they were caught, no lord would take Donald, who was far away in the abyss, seriously and just laugh at him.
Those who were responsible for recording information only belonged to the periphery of the Ziyuan Flower. They had no access to the secrets of the Ziyuan Flower. Once or twice a month, they would put the information they had recorded in a fixed place. Naturally, someone would come to pick it up. Even if they caught a thousand such people, it would be useless, because the Ziyuan Flower could just develop another batch of people to serve them. If someone accidentally obtained valuable information, the Ziyuan Flower would secretly test him. If the result of the test was satisfactory, the person would be promoted. The Ziyuan Flower would set up a special contact line for the person. For example, the concubine of Erma, the former manager of Morgan & Co., was valued by the Ziyuan Flower in this way. The information she passed on would be transmitted to the upper management of the Ziyuan Flower as soon as possible. Therefore, Erma was killed in the evening right after he met Han Jin in the daytime.
The soul that Harley devoured was called Qian Ning. He belonged to the Ziyuan Flower's thorns. He was responsible for killing people, including the assassin who killed Erma. However, these assassins only had a single line of communication, so it was impossible to uproot them all. Han Jin also learned a lot from Qian Ning. Apart from the thorns, the Ziyuan Flower also had pistils, petals, and filaments. The pistils were mainly female, and their mission was to exchange sex for information. Or, they could hide beside someone with a high position. Of course, it would be better if they could obtain information, and they could also remain silent in preparation for the future. The filaments were the chains that transmitted information. The task of the petals was to analyze the information and delete the invalid information. Every city had a stalk that led directly to the flower root. In other words, only by finding the flower root could one catch all the Purple Garden Flowers in one fell swoop. However, only one flower would be destroyed. There would be no connection between the cities.
The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of a small courtyard. Two middle-aged men dressed as servants came up and greeted, "My lord."
"Where's Lord Chipango?" Shuman asked as he opened the carriage door.
"Lord Chipango went out with him."
"He went out with him? What about Lord Gibran? "
"Lord Gibran and Lord Chipango went out together."
"They went out with the people over there?"
"Yes."
Shuman turned around and asked, "My lord, what should we do?"
"Let's go and take a look," Han Jin said softly.
"Understood." Shuman nodded. He then turned to the two middle-aged men and said, "Come up and take us there."
To deal with an organization like the Ziyuan Flower, Shuman couldn't do it alone, so Han Jin called Chipango and Gibran over at the last minute. Although they were still a little weak, Han Jin had no other choice. He had just created his own organization, and he only had so many people. Actually, Harley was more suitable for this kind of thing, but Han Jin didn't feel at ease. With Harley's personality, he might not be able to accomplish anything, but he would definitely ruin things. Besides, Harley was more willing to be a hero who shone brightly. He didn't want to do something sneaky, even if it didn't match his status.
After about half an hour, the two middle-aged men finally saw Gibran and Chipango's backs. The coachman whipped the carriage, and it rushed to Gibran and Chipango's side and stopped with a squeak.
Gibran and Chipango were a little surprised, but then they saw Han Jin. They didn't waste any time and hurriedly got into the carriage. Chipango smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, why are you here? And with so many people … Those two guys are very vigilant. They will definitely notice. "
"It doesn't matter." Han Jin said lightly, "Which two are they?"
"My lord, you want to …" Chipango didn't understand Han Jin's meaning.
Han Jin tapped his foot on the ground, and the door of the car swung open. Then, he jumped onto the street. Gibran hurriedly said, "Raphael, this will alert the enemy!"
"It doesn't matter." Han Jin said lightly. His Taoist magic could directly strip the soul, and with Harley's devouring ability, as long as he found them, there would be no secrets.
Gibran and Chipango looked at each other and got out of the carriage. Shuman also followed. For the people of the Holy Crown City, Chipango and Gibran were unfamiliar faces, but Shuman had become the chief sheriff, so many people knew him. The pedestrians on both sides stopped and looked at Shuman curiously. Some people were whispering to each other.
"It's those two people in front." Chipango pointed forward.
Han Jin looked in the direction Chipango was pointing at. It was a man and a woman. They walked very slowly. In order to make themselves look normal, when the people in front of them pointed at them, they also turned around and looked around. However, when they met the eyes of Han Jin and the others, their expressions changed immediately. Then they turned around and walked forward slowly.
"It's them?" Shuman was stunned.
Schumann was also there when the two people walked into the surveillance nest yesterday. He remembered that it was a middle-aged man with a young woman dressed like a noblewoman. But what he saw just now was an old man with gray hair, with a tattered black cloak on his head. Even his clothes were dirty, with patches of gray and black. The woman was wearing a flowery dress that had been washed white, without any makeup. She looked like a country girl who had never seen the world. Yesterday, they were husband and wife, and today, they became grandmother and granddaughter?
"Yes, it's them." Chipango sneered. "There are only a few idiots in the yard. One is Madam Mesa, one is a maid, and one is a cook. Including them, there are five of them. Who else could it be other than them?"
"You've been watching them?" Shuman asked.
"No, that would've been discovered long ago. But I secretly sprinkled some magic potion in the yard. As long as someone walks out of the yard, the potion will stick to their body when their soles come into contact with the ground." Chipango pointed at his eyes. "You can't see it, but I can."
"Raphael, are we really going to …" Gibran was still hesitant. Then he smiled bitterly. "Forget it. We've been discovered."
With that, Gibran quickly walked forward and caught up with the grandfather and granddaughter. He stood in front of them and said coldly, "Wait!"
"My Lord …" The old man was shocked and couldn't help but take two steps back.
Han Jin and Chipango also followed. The old man saw that he was blocked from the front and back, and his expression became even more panicked. He stretched out his trembling arms and blocked the woman behind him. The woman tried her best to shrink behind the old man. Her face was full of pitiful panic. A pair of watery eyes glanced at Gibran, then quickly lowered her head like a frightened rabbit.
If it were someone else, they might've sympathized, but Gibran and Chipango were mercenaries who'd gone through a bloody life. They wouldn't be moved easily. Han Jin was even worse. No matter how good their acting was, it was useless.
"Come with us. Cooperate. Don't ask for trouble," Gibran said coldly.
"Grandpa, I'm scared … I'm scared …" The woman cried softly. Although she didn't blame them, her pitiful expression was clearly accusing them of being bad people.
"My Lord, what are you doing?!" The old man hugged the woman tightly in his arms and shouted, "I only have one granddaughter! I beg you … "
The pedestrians surrounded them and pointed at them. The two people didn't move Han Jin, but they moved the ignorant pedestrians. Because of Shuman's status, no one dared to interfere.
"It seems that you don't want to cooperate?" Gibran sneered.
"My Lord, I beg you, let us go …" The old man trembled even more. His eyes were full of pleading as he looked around. No one knew if he was looking for a way to escape or if he was hoping to find a hero to help them.
In the distance, the Paladin Knight Aude appeared with a group of Light Knights. This was purely a coincidence. He saw Han Jin from afar and hurried over with the Light Knight. He first ordered the Knight of Light to disperse the onlookers, then he jumped off his horse and whispered, "My Lord, what's going on?"
"Oh my God … Honorable Paladin Knight … Save us, save us!" The old man screamed and threw himself at Aude with open arms.
"Heh heh!" Chipango revealed a sinister smile and pulled out his dagger. He pounced forward and stabbed the old man's ribs diagonally.
With a clang, Aude also pulled out his longsword and hit Chipango's dagger. Although he didn't release his fighting aura for fear of accidentally injuring Chipango, Chipango never thought that Aude would attack him. He was so focused on defending against the old man's counterattack that he was caught off guard. Half of his arm was numb and he staggered back five or six steps before he could stand firm. Although he wasn't injured, he was embarrassed in front of Han Jin. His face was red with anger and he glared at Aude fiercely.
"Grandpa!" The woman cried as she rushed over and stood beside Aude with the old man.
At the same time, Han Jin waved his hand. Gibran took a deep breath and reluctantly put away his dagger. However, he also looked at Aude with hostility.
"My Lord, what's going on?!" Aude asked in a low voice.
"This is the second time." Han Jin's tone was indifferent.
Aude was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted. Counting the incident in the cemetery, this was indeed the second time. His expression was somewhat hesitant, but in the end, he slowly said, "Sir, I don't know how they angered you, but … you should at least have an explanation, right?"
"Explain to who? To you? "Han Jin smiled.
"I …" Aude couldn't help but hold his breath. He didn't dare to accept this sentence. It was too heavy.
Gibran and Chipango couldn't help but laugh. This was their city, and the Holy See was just a guest. What right did they have to criticize them? Although Jeddis was a good person and had won everyone's favor, this was two different things. They couldn't give in again and again just because of Jeddis.
Han Jin took two steps forward and said calmly, "Move."
"My Lord, they're just …" Aude wanted to say that they were just ordinary people and there was no need to make things difficult for them, but he couldn't continue because Han Jin slowly pulled back his fist.
An indescribable wave of energy spread rapidly in the air with Han Jin as the center. Gibran and Chipango couldn't help but widen their eyes and stare blankly at Han Jin's back. They had seen Han Jin fight before, but this was different from before. This was the first time they felt energy waves from Han Jin's body!
Han Jin released his Divine Sense without holding back. There was an invisible force that kept shaking and tearing the air. Han Jin didn't move at all. His body was still very clear, but his right fist became blurry. There was nothing there to block it.
Aude gasped. He knew what the scene in front of him meant. The materialization of Spiritual Energy! This was the symbol of a super-class master. Although no one doubted Han Jin's strength, Han Jin had never given proof. Today, Aude finally saw it!
"My Lord, what are you doing?!" Aude was extremely nervous. He released his Dou Qi to protect himself. In fact, at this time, what he should have done was to attack Han Jin first and disrupt Han Jin's condensing of Spiritual Energy. However, the difference in status was obvious. Passively receiving Han Jin's attack was one thing, but actively attacking Han Jin was another. He didn't dare.
"My Lord, my Lord …" Aude shouted, trying to communicate with Han Jin as he slowly retreated. The grandfather and grandson were also shocked and almost shrank behind Aude.
Finally, Han Jin could no longer condense his Divine Sense. He let out a low roar and punched at Aude with his right fist. Strictly speaking, Aude was a good person. He liked to meddle in the affairs of injustice and had an upright character. If it was another time or another world, he wouldn't have hurt someone like Aude. But now, he had to do something. All this time, he had hoped that Jeddes would lead the Church to bow down to him. However, waiting alone was too long. Jeddes could only convince a few smart people, but not all of them. Some people were like dogs that were spoiled and arrogant. If they weren't beaten, they wouldn't tuck their annoying tail between their legs.
Aude could only suffer in silence. He could have chosen to dodge or use his spear to meet Han Jin's fist. This way, the pressure on his Dou Qi would be much less. However, he had to protect the grandfather and grandson behind him. Due to the difference in status, he could only passively receive Han Jin's fist.
With a loud bang, the ferocious fist force hit Oder's body and exploded into countless turbulent air currents that rolled in all directions. The surrounding Knights of Light were all pushed to the side, and even Chipango and Gibran had to bend down. Schumann was even worse off; he was directly flipped over and landed on the ground, grimacing in pain. The walls and gate of the house that was directly facing Han Jin were directly smashed into pieces. The fist force continued to surge forward, leaving a deep ditch in the courtyard and a two-meter tall hole in the roof of the house, from which came the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.
Both grandfather and grandson were sent flying like straw, crashing into the house one after another, then rolling to the ground. Aude was smashed directly into the house. The armor on his chest was completely twisted, and he felt dizzy. Just as he was struggling to get up, a foot suddenly stepped on his chest and mercilessly stomped him to the ground. Then he heard a cold voice: "This explanation … Are you satisfied with it?"
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