Soaking in the cool river water, Han Jin had a very comfortable feeling. Although the flowing river water would take away some of the heat and cause unnecessary loss, his body was too dirty. Moreover, today was the day he was reborn. Washing away the old dirt was symbolic.
Stillberg didn't come down. He sat by the river and stared at the flowing river water, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Han Jin asked curiously. After going through these things, he already regarded Stillberg as his friend.
"Young master, the mercenaries are too impressive." Stillberg's eyes were full of admiration. "That guy Sifanti usually bullies people everywhere, but in front of them, he doesn't even dare to fart, tsk tsk …"
After a moment, Stillberg added, "Young master, when can we be as impressive as him?"
"In the future, we won't be bullied by anyone!" Han Jin said slowly.
"Oh." Stillberg replied, but his tone was very reluctant. Obviously, he didn't believe Han Jin's promise. He couldn't be blamed. The current Han Jin was a fallen noble who couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't believe Han Jin's words.
"You also come down and wash up." Han Jin smiled and changed the topic.
"Okay." Stillberg stood up and took off his clothes. He went around to Han Jin's downstream and jumped into the river with a strange cry. However, he quickly struggled to climb ashore.
"What's wrong?" Han Jin asked.
"Pain …" Stillberg said with a grimace. In the evening, he was beaten up and there were many bruises on his body. When the river water hit him, the pain was unbearable.
"Bear with it." Han Jin said softly, "You must wash up. We can't be like before."
"Young master, I know." Stillberg said that he knew, but in fact, he was a little confused. What did bathing have to do with not being able to laze around like before?
Han Jin had been soaking in the river for several hours. Stillberg, who had entered the water after him, had already finished bathing. When he came ashore, Stillberg was squatting by the bonfire, concentrating on something.
"What is that?" Han Jin smelled a faint fragrance, and his spirit was immediately lifted.
"It's Cassava, young master." Stillberg smiled and said, "Didn't you ask me to go to the town to get some clothes? On my way back, I dug up a few pieces of cassava in Old Tom's field. "
Han Jin picked up the clothes that Stillberg 'fetched', shook them, and put them on. Looking at the roasted cassava, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Food was energy, and he needed energy too much. First of all, he had to transform and forge his body. The digestive and absorption capacity of this body was too low, and the energy utilization rate was less than 20%. Secondly, he had to prepare for the absorption of magic crystals in the future, and all these required energy as support.
"Young master, this is cooked." Stillberg picked up a piece of cassava with a wooden stick and sent it to Han Jin.
Han Jin didn't hesitate. He quickly peeled off the outer layer of charred skin and ate it in a few bites. Then he ate the rest of the cassava by himself.
Stillberg smiled happily. To put it nicely, this was affection. To put it bluntly, this was servility. He was happier to see Han Jin eat than to eat by himself.
"Is there more?" Han Jin asked softly.
"Young master, are you not full?" Stillberg hesitated for a moment and said, "Shall I go and dig some more?"
"Well, go ahead. It's best if you can dig more." Han Jin nodded. A few pieces of cassava didn't contain much energy, and the digestive and absorption capacity of the body was very poor. Now the energy accumulated was just a little more than one yuan, which was not enough to do anything.
"Okay." Steelberg jumped up and ran towards the upstream of the river.
The cassava field that Stillberg mentioned should not be far from here. About half an hour later, Stillberg ran back excitedly. He threw the ragged clothes in his hands to the ground. There were more than 20 pieces of cassava wrapped in the clothes.
Han Jin poured all the cassava into the bonfire, and used a branch to stir them for a while. He didn't care whether the cassava was cooked or not. He picked one out by feeling, peeled off the cassava skin, and blew on it while eating.
Steelberg's smile gradually became stiff. He had never seen the young master eat like this. A piece of cassava was eaten in two or three bites, and then the next one. In the blink of an eye, there were only three pieces of cassavas left out of the twenty that he brought back.
"You go and dig some more." Han Jin breathed a long sigh, "Well … Don't worry. You eat these cassava, and then rest for a while."
"Young master, you haven't eaten enough?" Stillberg exclaimed.
"Just do as I say. Don't ask so much."
"Oh …" Stillberg smiled bitterly, "But … young master, Old Tom usually knows that we are pitiful, so he won't say anything when we dig some cassava. But if I go again … we will make Old Tom angry."
"Why do you target him? Is he the only one who grows cassava in the whole town? "
"Go to other people's fields?" Stillberg widened his eyes. People always bullied the weak and feared the strong. In the past, when Stillberg couldn't stand the hunger, he would go to the fields outside the town to look for food. Farmer would always beat him if he was caught. Only Old Tom never beat him. Over time, Stillberg formed a habit of picking on Old Tom.
"What's wrong?" Han Jin didn't understand what was so surprising about it.
"Okay …" Stillberg gritted his teeth and stood up. In the past, he was young and couldn't run fast, so he was always caught. But now, he should be fine.
"You eat the cassava first, and then rest for a while before you go." Han Jin said softly.
When Stillberg came back again with a whole bag of cassava, he was exhausted. He put the cassava down and fell asleep. He didn't open his eyes until the first light of dawn. He remembered that he was too tired last night and forgot to say goodnight to the young master. He looked around for Han Jin's figure. When he saw the surroundings, he was stunned.
The cassava that he brought back last night was gone, only a large pile of cassava skin was left. Han Jin was soaking in the river with his eyes closed, as if he was unconscious.
"Young master!" Stillberg suddenly jumped up and rushed to Han Jin.
Hearing Stillberg's cry, Han Jin slowly opened his eyes. There was a strange light flashing in his eyes. He absorbed some energy last night and used it all to transform his body. The foundation of this body was too poor. Comparing before and after the transformation, it could be described as earth-shaking.
Raphael's face was originally pale, but now it had turned pink, giving people a feeling of extreme purity.
Raphael and Stillberg both had black hair, but now Stillberg's hair was like a pile of weeds, while Han Jin's hair was as smooth as silk, black and shiny.
The originally craggy 'ribs' on his chest had become faintly discernible, and his whole body had expanded like a balloon. At least, he was much more robust than the current Stillberg.
The biggest change was his temperament. The previous timidity, cowardice, self-abandonment, and so on had all disappeared. Han Jin's mouth, eyebrows, cheeks, and even his every movement appeared so mature and natural, with a kind of carefree and unrestrained cynicism.
Seeing that Han Jin was fine, Stillberg was relieved, but the next moment, his eyes widened again. How did the young master become so good-looking?!
Han Jin took out a medium-sized cobblestone from the river and weighed it in his palm. Suddenly, he swung his hand, and the cobblestone shot out, making a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds. It hit a sycamore tree on the other side of the river, and finally turned into countless gravel shooting out. The sycamore tree trembled violently, and its leaves fell like raindrops. On the trunk that was hit by the cobblestone, there was already a shallow bowl-sized hole.
Not bad! Han Jin nodded in satisfaction. Compared to hand-to-hand combat, throwing could save a lot of energy, because throwing only needed an instant release. Although there was not much energy left now, it was enough for him to throw out a dozen cobblestones with the same power.
"Stillberg, didn't you say that there were low-level magical beasts in the forest over there? Let's go, take me for a walk. "Han Jin said slowly.
"Heavens … Young Master, you … Who did you learn this from?" Stillberg cried out in surprise and joy.
"Is it strange?" Han Jin smiled, "There will be many things that will make you feel strange in the future."
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