"Did you drink too much, kid?" Dwightsteel scolded in exasperation.
Han Jin looked around and asked softly, "Are there a lot of people who think this way?"
A few of the mercenaries were about to speak, but Dwightsteel's sharp gaze immediately shut them up.
The other mercenaries didn't know, but Dwightsteel was very clear about the relationship between Han Jin and Sunier. He was afraid that his subordinates would say something that would anger Han Jin.
Han Jin felt a headache coming on as he watched Dwightsteel and the mercenaries exchange flirtatious glances. Naturally, he knew what these people were thinking, and he couldn't help but feel troubled. These men, who had been living their lives with their lives on the line, sometimes had very simple standards for judging good and bad. If you were good to them, as long as they felt that you were sincere, they would treat you as a brother. And if someone had bad intentions towards them, then it was very simple. The first thing they would do would be to draw their swords against them.
Being a mercenary meant that they were destined to live in dangerous environments for a considerable amount of time. Dangerous primordial forests, ferocious magical beasts, and of course, betrayal from their companions was even scarier. In such harsh living conditions, a single betrayal was enough to kill them. They couldn't afford to be betrayed, because it often meant death.
It was precisely because of this that mercenaries rarely opened their hearts to anyone, and it was easy for them to be hostile towards others. The mercenaries in Isolated Cliff City only knew that they were once besieged by the elves. As for what happened after the alliance, they didn't know, nor did they know about the elves' contribution in the battle against the beastmen.
This time, among the mercenaries who came with Dwightsteel, at least three quarters of them were hostile towards the elves. Even Dwightsteel himself was somewhat against the alliance, but he didn't dare to show it. He knew that the consequences of offending Sunier might not be any better than offending Han Jin himself.
"Brothers." Han Jin muttered to himself for a moment, then said, "I know you all have opinions about the elves, but what I want to say is that nothing is set in stone. A friend now might become an enemy in the future. Similarly, although the elves have attacked us before, that was only the decision of the senate. It doesn't represent the majority of the elves, and it doesn't affect the sincerity of the elves in this alliance. "
Dwightsteel and the mercenaries didn't say anything and just listened.
"Also, perhaps everyone doesn't understand the current situation." Han Jin continued, "Although we have annihilated the Orcs, this is just the beginning. There are still many more powerful enemies waiting for us. Under such circumstances, forming an alliance with the Elves is no longer a means. It is something we must do. Only by uniting all the forces that can be united can we go further. Do you understand what I mean?"
Dwightsteel nodded. To be able to stand out from so many mercenaries, he naturally wasn't stupid. Before Han Jin came to Isolated Cliff City, Dwightsteel was already considered an important figure.
The other mercenaries also understood the meaning of Han Jin's words, but they were more grateful. Han Jin didn't have to say these words to them. To the mercenaries of Isolated Cliff City, Han Jin was like a legend. Even if Han Jin didn't explain anything, as long as he gave the order, these mercenaries would carry it out to the letter.
What they didn't expect was that Han Jin would carefully analyze the meaning of forming an alliance with the elves. This made them all feel that they were valued greatly.
"Since you all understand, then …" Han Jin stood up and looked around, his eyes shining. "I don't want to see any of you get into a conflict with the elves. The elves are not our enemies, not now, and not in the future."
All the mercenaries who were swept by Han Jin's gaze felt a chill in their hearts. Among them, there were a few arrogant fellows who were still thinking of doing something behind his back, but now they had completely given up on that idea.
"Schumann, take away all these dishes and serve them to me according to the standard of a VIP." Han Jin continued, "Change the wine as well. Brothers, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Don't be afraid to enjoy, and don't be afraid to leave the impression that you like to enjoy. You are more capable than others, you have sacrificed more than others, and you have endured more dangers than others. What's wrong with enjoying a little more? If I can't enjoy after doing so much, then there's no point in being a Lord. I might as well go back to being a mercenary. "
Dwightsteel and the mercenaries roared with laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. What did they want from leaving Isolated Cliff City to come here? Wasn't it to achieve success and change their social status? They didn't want to spend the rest of their lives as mercenaries.
After leaving the Night of Bliss, Han Jin went straight back to the God of War. Compared to dealing with all the big and small matters, Han Jin preferred to sit there alone and experience the feeling of his Origin Energy increasing bit by bit. However, his current position didn't allow him to truly be a carefree manager.
The next morning, as soon as Han Jin stepped onto the deck, he bumped into Dominique. This was inevitable, because the Thunder Titan had nowhere else to go besides the deck.
Both of them felt a little awkward, and neither of them spoke. They just nodded to each other as a greeting.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Han Jin wanted to leave, but that would be too obvious, and it wouldn't be good for him.
Just as Han Jin and Dominique stood there awkwardly, neither of them knowing what to say, a figure hurriedly walked onto the deck and broke the deadlock. Both of them secretly let out a sigh of relief.
The person who came was Chipango. He didn't know what had happened, but he looked a little nervous. After quickly walking to Han Jin's side, he first glanced at Dominique, then bowed and said hesitantly, "My Lord …"
"Has it begun?" Han Jin asked softly.
Chipango was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded his head. In fact, he wanted to ask how Han Jin knew about this, but with Dominique beside him, he could only suppress his curiosity.
"Sit for a while." Han Jin called out to Chipango. "Schumann should be here soon. By the way, have you eaten breakfast?"
Breakfast?! Chipango's expression suddenly became very strange. His Lord was really different from the rest. After such a thing happened, he still had the time to care about whether he had eaten breakfast or not?
Although it was a little unbelievable, Chipango was still a little touched. He respectfully replied, "I heard about this when I woke up, and then I rushed over directly. I really didn't have time to eat."
Han Jin nodded and sat on a chair. "Then eat with us later."
Not long after, the people on the God of War also came up one after another. The originally empty deck suddenly became lively. At the same time, the breakfast that had just been prepared was placed on the table.
Chipango was sitting there and eating carefully. It was not easy to get on the God of War. Now, being able to freely enter and leave the God of War had become a symbol of status, let alone eating breakfast on it. Chipango naturally cherished this rare opportunity. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the food on the God of War was really delicious.
"Pa!" A big hand suddenly landed heavily on Chipango's shoulder. Chipango was so scared that he almost spat out the food in his mouth.
As soon as the angry Chipango turned around, he saw Moxinke's big grinning face.
"I say, why are you here to freeload again?" Morrisons didn't seem to see Chipango's angry expression. He sat down next to Chipango and took a drumstick from Chipango's plate.
Chipango opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. It was impossible to talk to Morrisons. He was afraid that he would be the one to suffer in the end. Besides, this was the God of War. He didn't dare to be as careless as Morrisons.
Chipango could only endure it. He sighed in his heart and lowered his head to eat the remaining drumstick on his plate. If he didn't hurry, Morrisons would come and snatch it from him after he finished eating.
As the saying went, whatever one was afraid of would happen. Chipango was on the verge of breaking down. A hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched away his remaining drumstick at lightning speed. At the same time, a voice that sounded somewhat malicious rang in his ears.
"Chipango, I noticed that your temper is especially good today. You're not angry at Morrisons for treating you like that. You won't be angry at me, right?"
"Léger …" Chipango gritted his teeth and said in a low voice. He forced himself not to go berserk as he slowly turned around. Being able to snatch something from under the nose of a thief could only mean one thing. The person who did it was also a thief.
Although Léger wasn't the only thief on the God of War, with Majordomo Gail's status, no matter how old he was, he wouldn't do such a thing.
Sure enough, when Chipango turned around, he saw Léger eating a drumstick with relish while winking at him.
However, although Chipango was angry, he didn't know how to deal with these two guys. Rushing up and attacking them was obviously not going to work. He knew that he didn't have the right to be presumptuous on the God of War. Attack them with words? It probably wouldn't have any effect at all. But Chipango was really unwilling to just let it go.
Seeing that Chipango didn't respond, Morrisons and Léger didn't do anything excessive. The two of them quickly picked up their breakfast on the table and sat opposite Chipango. As they ate, they stared at Chipango without blinking, as if they were afraid that Chipango would rush over and snatch it.
"You guys …" Chipango really didn't know what to say. He shook his head and sat back down. His heart was very depressed. It seemed that breakfast on the God of War wasn't easy to eat.
Chipango's low profile made Morrisons and Léger feel as if they had punched cotton. They immediately lost the mood to tease Chipango. The table immediately quieted down, and the few of them ate their breakfast in silence. One had to know that when they were in the forest, they would play together when they had nothing to do. Now that Chipango had gone out to do something, he had become more polite to them. He was more respectful, but less easy-going.
Some things existed to be broken. The silence on the table didn't last for a minute before it ended with the arrival of Sassoux.
The first thing Sassoux said when he sat down was, "Morrisons, I heard that you went to see Sylvia?"
Morrisons's face suddenly turned red. He said in a rough voice, "What does it have to do with you?"
"Look at you. Don't be so agitated. I'm just concerned about you." Sassoux had a very good temper. This was a common problem with these people. When they had the upper hand in a verbal argument, they would often become gentle and polite.
"That's impossible," Lei Zhe suddenly blurted out.
This time, even Morrisons was a little surprised. Usually, Léger would be the one to kick someone when they were down. Why was he suddenly so kind today?
"It's true. This news is absolutely true." Sassoux emphasized. This was such a good opportunity to attack Morrisons, and he couldn't let it be ruined.
"He definitely hasn't seen Sylvia yet." Léger didn't know why, but he didn't believe Sassoux's words. "According to my analysis, he and Sylvia haven't met yet. Didn't you notice? Morrisons doesn't have any injuries on his body. If he really did meet her, he would probably be lying in bed, dying. Lady Sylvia's power … Tsk tsk! "
Morrisons's eyebrows immediately rose. He stared at Léger with his eyes wide open. He knew this kid was up to no good.
The few of them held back their laughter and looked at Morrisons. Sassoux even asked mischievously, "Morrisons, tell me yourself. Have you seen her or not?"
"I …" Morrisons was just about to say something, but he felt that something was wrong and immediately shut his mouth. If he said that he had seen her, these people would definitely ask about the process. If he said that he hadn't seen her, then it would indirectly confirm Léger's words. This was obviously a dilemma.
So Morrisons had no choice but to follow Chipango's example. I won't say anything …
"My Lord, something's wrong!" As Han Jin expected, Schumann, the chief sheriff, appeared on the deck.
"What's wrong? Don't worry, sit down and talk. "Han Jin sat down and pointed to the chair beside him, motioning for Schumann to sit down.
Schumann's expression didn't look good. He first looked at Han Jin's expression, then carefully said, "Sir, your mansion has been surrounded by those believers …"
"What?!" Before Han Jin could say anything, Guevara flew into a rage and slammed his palm on the table. Fortunately, the table was within the protection of the God of War, so it didn't collapse from Guevara's attack.
"Surrounded the mansion? Haha, what's the use? If they had surrounded the God of War, then maybe they would have scared me. "Han Jin looked calm and didn't show any signs of anger.
Guevara, who was in a rage, saw that Han Jin didn't seem to be faking it. He vaguely understood something, but he still wasn't sure, so he asked, "Raphael, you mean …"
Han Jin sighed, "Sir, since it has already happened, then no matter whether these believers acted spontaneously or instigated by others, we can't take extreme measures. After all, believers are also the people of the Holy Crown City."
"But …" Han Jin changed the topic and said with a murderous look, "Pass down the order, if anyone dares to break into the Lord's Mansion, kill them all!"
"Yes, sir." Schumann bowed and said, "There's one more thing, those believers have made a request …"
"Request?" Guevara sneered, and the others on the God of War also had looks of disdain on their faces. Even the Church was only able to survive because of Han Jin. How dare a few mere followers make demands of them?
"Tell me, what request did they make?" Han Jin didn't have any extreme reaction, but asked lightly.
"Those believers want to open up all the parishes …"
Han Jin frowned, "What a big appetite."
"All? Those idiots don't think that today's Holy Crown City was conquered by them, do they?! " Guevara's words were full of coldness. Han Jin had reached where he was today step by step, and Guevara had poured too much effort into it. He would never allow anyone to destroy it, no matter who that person was. Even if Jeddis personally made this request, Guevara would refuse without hesitation. Even if Adolf, who was said to be more powerful than the Pope, was here, he believed that there wouldn't be a different result.
Han Jin pondered for a while, and then said to Schumann, "Go back and keep an eye on them. Remember, don't do anything unless it's necessary. Just let them be outside for now."
Schumann hurried back, and the rest of the people were looking at Han Jin, wondering why he still looked so calm when even his own mansion was surrounded.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Han Jin smiled, "Why are you all looking at me like that? After all, believers are not mobs. I can't order them to be killed, can I? "
"It's impossible to kill them all. We know that even if you don't say it." Guevara said worriedly, "But, we can't just let them do whatever they want, right?"
"Those people can't do much now. Just wait, I believe that sooner or later, someone will not be able to bear it." Han Jin said meaningfully.
Guevara frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and looked at Han Jin with appreciation, "Well, Raphael, you're right. Someone will not be able to bear the loneliness."
At this time, Majordomo Gail also figured out the crux of the matter, and looked at Han Jin in surprise. It was not surprising that old men like them who had experienced the vicissitudes of life could see the reason, but Han Jin was able to deal with it before them at his age. Other than Han Jin, Majordomo Gail had never seen a young man who could do this.
Guevara was appreciative, Majordomo Gail was surprised, and Dominnie, who had been watching silently from the side, was shocked.
The scene of the conversation between Chipango and Han Jin appeared in Dominnie's mind again.
"Sir …"
"It's begun?"
Dominnie thought back to Chipango's cautious look, and she had a feeling that Han Jin had already known what was going to happen! But, the question was, how did Han Jin know? Schuman would definitely have rushed over to report as soon as the believers surrounded the mansion, and then … Dominnie suddenly remembered something that Han Jin said to Chipango …
"I think Schuman will be here soon …"
He even knew about Schuman's arrival. Dominnie originally thought that he and Schuman had made an appointment in advance, but now it seemed that was not the case at all. All signs showed that Han Jin knew the movements of the believers like the back of his hand, which explained why Han Jin was so calm. Everything was within his calculations, and even … It seemed like Han Jin was commanding the believers!
A chill spread from the bottom of Dominnie's heart …
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