The woman was greatly frightened. Glass shards scattered all over her body. There was even a half-finger-long, sharp triangular shard that pierced the corner of her eyebrows. If it had been a little more inwards, she would have definitely become a one-eyed person. However, she was so frightened that she could no longer feel pain. She stared blankly at Han Jin and the others. In the corner of the room, a maid who was cleaning next to a bookshelf was also frightened. She threw away the rag and covered her mouth with both hands. Her body was almost curled up into a ball.
"Get out. This has nothing to do with you," Han Jin said to the maid indifferently.
The maid stood up in a panic and rushed out of the room without looking back.
"Stop!" Han Jin suddenly shouted.
The maid was shocked again. She pressed her back against the wall. Her arms and legs were trembling slightly. In fact, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. Footsteps came from outside the door. As Schumann pushed the door open and walked in, the two middle-aged men followed behind him. They were holding a kitchen maid with a bruised nose and swollen face. It was obvious that when they rushed upstairs, they were stopped by the kitchen maid. Schumann didn't hold back at all and directly ordered his subordinates to attack.
"Schumann? It's you?! "The woman in the upper-class dress screamed.
"You know her?" Han Jin asked.
"Of course I know her. She is General Quincy's wife and only wife," Schumann replied with a smile.
"Quincy?" Han Jin felt that the name was very familiar.
"Quincy's strength is not very good, but he has gained Dismark's trust. He is only ranked behind Gerald. However, I heard that General Quincy mysteriously disappeared during a mission. Hmm … It seems that he is underground."
"Haha …" Han Jin laughed. He remembered that Quincy was the general he had trapped in the abyss. However, this was a matter of a few years ago.
"Schumann, what are you doing here?!" The woman screamed.
"Don't pretend, Lady Maya of the Purple Garden Flower." Schumann's face turned cold. "Come with us."
"What … what Purple Garden Flower?" The woman asked in bewilderment.
"Still not giving up?" Shu Man sneered. "Lord Gibran, it's up to you."
Just as Gibran took a step forward, Han Jin waved his hand to stop Gibran. However, his gaze turned to the maid. "Madam Mesa doesn't know about the Purple Garden Flower. You should know, right?"
"Ah?" The maid's eyes widened, and her delicate face was filled with confusion and fear.
"Tell me, who is the Blade Wielder?" Han Jin asked softly. No matter how perfect the maidservant's performance was, it could not hide from his insight. When ordinary people were afraid of something, they would always do all kinds of meaningless actions. If he shifted his focus elsewhere, using the corner of his eyes or his senses to filter out the fake trembling, he would find that the maidservant's posture was very stable. Moreover, the noble lady was already paralyzed with fear. She sat on the ground for a long time without being able to get up. It was somewhat unreasonable for a maid to have a stronger mental state than her master.
According to Han Jin's understanding, every Purple Garden Flower was guarded by a Blade Wielder. They were usually high-grade Professionals. Erma's death in the middle of the night was mistakenly attributed to an illness, so it was very likely that it was the Blade Wielder's doing. The other branches like the stamens and filaments were easy to deal with, but the Blade Wielder had to be eliminated as soon as possible. Han Jin's people were not all powerful. Schumann often wandered around the streets, Stillberg and Miriam liked to wander around the city, Hallister spent all day soaking in women, and there were many others who could be exposed. Han Jin could not send people to protect them all.
"What? What … are you talking about? "The maidservant asked in a trembling voice.
Han Jin was not in the mood to talk nonsense. He chanted a spell in a low voice and raised his right hand. The maidservant suddenly hugged her head and let out an ear-piercing scream. Her body shrank down bit by bit.
"Not bad, very strong spiritual power!" Han Jin snorted coldly and slowly clenched his right hand into a fist.
The maidservant suddenly jumped up, and the screams from her mouth became more and more shrill. She then ran around the room like a madwoman, knocking over bookshelves, round tables, chairs, and finally hitting the wall. The maidservant's movements became more and more excited, as if she had found an excellent outlet. She hugged her head and slammed it against the wall with all her might. The wall made muffled sounds, and blood stains appeared one after another. However, the maidservant did not stop. Instead, she slammed her head against the wall even faster and more crazily.
This unbelievable scene made Gibran and Chipango's jaws drop. They both thought of a terrifying spell — a curse! However, as far as they could remember, there was no such thing as a curse spell that could induce people to commit suicide.
Han Jin's situation was not easy. He felt like he was riding a tiger and could not get off. If he wanted to forcibly extract the soul, the first condition was that he had to have a divine sense that was thousands of times stronger than the other party's. Of course, it was not a problem for him to deal with ordinary people, and it was also possible for him to deal with low-level professionals. However, if he encountered a professional with a strong spiritual power, then Han Jin's situation would be dangerous.
If he was careless, his spiritual power would be damaged. He originally thought that the other party's strength was at most between the sixth and seventh level. Who knew that the maidservant's strength was far beyond his expectations! This shouldn't be the case. According to Gibran and the others' analysis, this small building was just a 'flower stem'. If even a flower stem was so powerful, then the power of the entire Purple Garden Flower would have to be reevaluated.
"Open!" Han Jin shouted angrily. The Soul-Devouring Orb on his left wrist suddenly shot out and flew straight to the back of the maidservant's head.
With a puff, the Soul-Devouring Orb sank into the maidservant's hair bun. The maidservant trembled violently, and her screams stopped abruptly. Her body was thrown against the wall, and then she fell down bit by bit.
Wisps of smoke drifted out from the back of the maidservant's head and condensed into the shape of Harley. Han Jin sighed softly. Small beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead. It seemed that this kind of spell could not be used often, at least not when there was no guarantee that it would work.
"How is it, Harley?" Han Jin asked slowly.
"What a rich power, haha …" Harley laughed strangely.
Han Jin waved his hand, and Harley turned into a black orb again and shot towards Han Jin. Putting the Soul-Devouring Orb back on his bracelet, Han Jin swept his gaze over the kitchen maid, whose face was bruised and swollen, and the noblewoman. There was no need to mention the kitchen maid, but the noblewoman was just a woman who did not even have the strength to truss a chicken. The moment the window shattered, Han Jin had been observing the noblewoman's reaction. She did not dodge or evade, letting the glass shards fall on her body. One of the shards pierced her brow bone, almost blinding her. In the face of such danger, most professionals would not be able to control their instincts. Therefore, Han Jin shifted his attention to the maidservant.
"Let's go," Han Jin said softly.
"Sir, we're leaving just like that?" Schumann asked in surprise.
"What else do you want to do?"
"At least send someone to control this place to prevent the news from leaking out," Schumann said. "Also … the two of them just heard that we are looking for the Blade Wielder!"
"No, I didn't hear anything!" The noblewoman was shocked. She understood the meaning behind Schumann's words. She covered her ears and screamed, as if this could prove that she really did not hear anything.
"Go find Alexandre and have him send a few mountain warriors over." Han Jin said slowly. He deliberately ignored Schumann's words, because there was no need to make things difficult for a poor widow. Moreover, General Quincy had died in his hands. If he killed this poor widow, it would make him feel like he was exterminating her family. He did not want to be so vicious.
After saying that, Han Jin jumped out of the broken window. Schumann coldly looked at Madam Mesa, waved his hand, and walked towards the door. The two middle-aged men threw the swollen kitchen maid to the ground and followed Schumann out.
"Raphael!" Gibran caught up to Han Jin in the courtyard and whispered, "Why go through so much trouble? Let's just kill the two of them. "
"What?" Han Jin was stunned. According to Gibran's usual personality, he would not be so cruel.
"Didn't you notice? That Madam Mesa should know who you are. There is hatred hidden in her eyes! " Gibran said softly, "She seems to already know about General Quincy, but … we did not tell anyone. How did she know?"
"There is no such thing as an airtight wall in the world. After a long time, someone will leak it out." Han Jin thought for a moment and smiled, "Forget it. If she hates me, then she hates me. What can a widow do?"
"But I have an uneasy feeling in my heart." Gibran said.
"Oh?" Han Jin's footsteps suddenly stopped. If it was someone else, they might not take Gibran's words seriously, because this kind of thing was the most unreliable. However, Han Jin was different. As a former private detective, he trusted his intuition very much. Similarly, he would not ignore other people's intuition.
The wind blew in through the broken window, making a whistling sound. Madam Mesa sat quietly on the ground, motionless. The cook grimaced and struggled to get up from the ground. When she saw the maid's bloody body, she was so scared that her legs went soft and she sat on the ground again.
"Get out." Madam Mesa said coldly.
The cook did not dare to disobey her master's order, but she really could not get up. Finally, she crawled to the door with her hands and feet.
* * *
Under the light of the setting sun, a well-dressed and graceful old man slowly walked into the Holy Crown City. Although the battle between the elves and the orcs was in full swing, the Holy Crown City was not affected. Because almost all of Forza's strategic plans had not been realized, he did not have the energy to attack the Holy Crown City.
Therefore, the security of the Holy Crown City was not very strict. Pedestrians could freely enter and leave, but only limited to humans. The racial characteristics of the elves and orcs could not be concealed. If the two appeared at the gate of the city, they would certainly be treated differently.
The old man did not walk fast. While walking, he looked at the scenery on both sides with great interest. However, he did not wander aimlessly. It seemed that he had a certain understanding of the layout of the Holy Crown City. He did not ask anyone for directions. When it was time to go straight, he went straight. When it was time to turn, he did not hesitate. Finally, he stopped in an alley. After looking around, he directly pushed open the door of a courtyard and slowly walked in.
There was only one person in the room. He was staring at the wall in a daze. The old man opened the door and walked in. The two people's eyes collided. The owner of the room slowly stood up and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice, "You are here."
"Who are you?" The old man's tone was not polite at all. It was full of condescension.
"My name is Courtini." The man in the room bowed slightly, "My master asked me to wait for you here."
"Your master is Raphael?"
"Yes."
"Let Raphael come to see me." The old man waved his hand impatiently.
"Your tone is not very friendly." Courtini said lightly, "And … I want to make one thing clear. Lord Raphael is the owner of this city, and you are just a guest. If you correct your attitude, it will be good for you and for us."
"Friendly?!" The old man was furious, "In my eyes, you are just a group of little reptiles. What qualifications do you have to ask me?!"
Following the old man's roar, an invisible pressure spread out in all directions. The windows on both sides of the house were blown open at the same time, and the dust on the roof was shaken to the ground. Coutini's face turned pale, but his body was still straight and upright.
"If you really can't control yourself, then everything will be simple." Courtini sneered, "The guardian of the Dragon Field, Chazeaux, is here. I am looking forward to the scene of the two of you meeting."
The invisible pressure suddenly disappeared without a trace. The old man's face became very ugly. He paused for a moment and said word by word, "Chazeaux? What is he doing here?! "
"That's not something I can know." Courtini's eyes showed a hint of mockery, "Are you willing to be quiet? Haha … So the most powerful superior dragon on the continent also has a time when he is weak at heart. "
"You …" The old man took a deep breath, "Are you deliberately provoking me?!"
"No, I just want to seek justice," Courtini said coldly, "You just insulted my master, didn't you?"
"I can kill you." The old man glanced at Courtini, "Since Raphael can find me here, he won't refuse to cooperate with me because of you."
"I don't care." Courtini smiled. He really didn't care. Ever since Han Jin buried Zagunéd's ashes with his own hands, he knew what to do in the future, "This is Lord Raphael's matter. As for me, I just need to do what I have to do."
The old man's expression became serious. He stared deeply at Courtini. After a while, he sighed softly, "Even someone like you is willing to be loyal to him? Willing to give up everything? I … I'm really getting more and more curious. "
"I'm just an insignificant servant." After regaining his dignity, Courtini's tone became gentler. He didn't want to fall out with the old man. Of course, if the old man continued to be arrogant and rude, it would be a different matter, "Now, are you willing to talk to me?"
"You want to talk to me?" The old man's eyebrows immediately rose.
"Of course not." Courtini smiled, "Now the situation in the Holy Crown City is a bit complicated. Master doesn't want to see any accidents. So, before he makes a decision, I'll accompany you for the time being. If you have any questions, just tell me. I'll answer you truthfully as long as I can."
"He hasn't made a decision yet?" The old man was so angry that his beard and hair stood up, but he didn't release any pressure, "Then why did he ask me to come here?!"
"Because at that time, Chazeaux, the Guardian of the Dragon Realm, didn't contact Master." Courtini replied softly.
The old man closed his mouth, but the muscles on his face twitched slightly at the same time. Courtini's explanation had a deep meaning. Chazeaux took the initiative to find Han Jin, so the Holy Crown City had many choices. To put it bluntly, the Holy Crown City was not afraid of you!
After a long silence, the old man had to lower his posture. His tone became softer than Courtini's, "How long has Chazeaux been here?"
"It seems to be … a few days." Courtini replied with a smile, "I've been staying in the room and seldom go out, so I don't know."
"Then …" The old man suddenly became hesitant. He wanted to say it, but he didn't want to, because the secret was too important.
Courtini waited for a long while, but he didn't continue, so he shrugged his shoulders, "What do you want to ask?"
"Chazeaux … has already known the whereabouts of the Heart of the Dragon?!" The old man finally couldn't bear it.
"I don't know." Courtini shook his head.
"You don't know? Then what do you know?! "The old man was angry.
"A lot, because I'm involved in a wide range of fields, magic, alchemy, and poetry. What do you want to talk about?" Courtini replied softly.
"You … are very good, very good." The old man said in a very stiff tone. If it were another scene, he would not hesitate to crush this person in front of him into a bloody pulp, but now he could only endure it secretly.
"You flatter me." Courtini smiled, "I just said, I'm just an insignificant servant."
"When will Raphael come to see me?"
"I'll pass on your message to Master, but when he comes … it's up to Master to decide."
"If Raphael doesn't come for a month, I'll have to wait here for a month?" The old man was so angry that he laughed.
"That's impossible. If he doesn't meet you, how will Master know which decision is rational and appropriate?" The smile on Courtini's face grew wider.
"You can go." The old man slowly closed his eyes, "When you see Raphael, don't forget to tell him that my companions are waiting for my news in the forest two hundred miles away. If it takes too long … their patience won't be as good as mine."
"I'll pass on the message to Master." Courtini's expression didn't change, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
The old man waved his hand. He could see that there was no point in continuing to talk with this person who was neither servile nor overbearing and had a glib tongue.
(Yesterday, a complicated day … After I finished updating, I waited until nine o 'clock and realized that there wasn't much of a difference, only fifty or sixty votes, and that was when they didn't update the thirty-day chapter, so I pessimistically thought that there was no chance, so I ran out and waited until two o' clock in the morning to come back. When I logged into Qidian to take a closer look, I couldn't believe my eyes … I'm very, very touched. I didn't expect so many friends to support me! Now that I think about it, maybe it's because I'm usually too introverted and rarely speak in the group, so I don't really understand my reader group. I'm just a silly writer who doesn't care about what's going on outside and is only focused on writing my words. This habit isn't good, but it's hard to change. I spend seven to nine hours a day writing, and I read information, book reviews, and various books to replenish my nutrition. Adding all these together, I spend at least ten hours a day sitting in front of the computer. So after I finish my work every day, I let out a long sigh of relief, and then I want to escape from the computer. It's like there are nails under my butt, and I can't sit still anymore. Try to increase my speed … That's the only way. But I've been shouting this sentence for a few years, and the speed hasn't changed. It's very frustrating. In the end, I'm very excited by everyone's support, and I'll continue to work hard. Sadly, I only found out about the classification reward at the beginning of April when I was sleepy and casually glancing at their chat. I finally understand why the brothers who obviously can't enter the top ten monthly votes keep shouting monthly votes. Alright, I'll start shouting too! Everyone, if there's a guaranteed monthly vote, don't be stingy. Every bit of your support will become my motivation. Vote for me!)
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