"This … can't be rushed," Han Jin said after a long silence, "and I have something more important to do."
"What is it?" Anqielle asked.
"In a month, I will hold a meeting in the Holy Crown City." Han Jin paused, "If possible, I want to invite all the lords from all over the world, but I don't know … if they will accept my invitation."
"Lords from all over the world?" Anqielle's eyes flickered. She already knew Han Jin's intention.
"Yes," Han Jin said, "no matter what race they are, as long as they are willing to come, I will welcome them."
"You are not going to start the War of Divine Grace, are you?" Anqielle laughed.
For the people of the Holy See, this sentence was not very pleasant to hear. In the past, Pope Tuya tried to promote the Writ of Divine Grace, which led to the turmoil of the whole continent. Although the Holy See now generally believed that Tuya's methods were too extreme and that everything was his own fault, in the end, the Holy See lost and bowed its head. Whether Anqielle was joking or had a deeper meaning, she should not touch the Holy See's scar. Jeddes and Adolf frowned at the same time.
"I don't have that much courage," Han Jin also laughed, "and … I will not allow them to kill each other."
Han Jin's answer was self-contradictory. How could a ruler without courage be qualified to order the lords of all over the world to do what they should and should not do? Obviously, the former was just Han Jin's modesty, while the latter was full of dominance.
"You think, compared to completely ending the threat of war … is more important?" Anqielle asked softly. She was slightly disappointed. The enemy had not been eliminated yet, but Han Jin was eager to establish a kingdom. Wasn't he following in the footsteps of the God of War Abraham?
"How should I put it?" Han Jin smiled, "Actually, I haven't made up my mind, because I am just a weapon. If you tell me who the enemy is and let me kill the generals and capture the flag, there is absolutely no problem. If you want me to do this … I am not qualified. The purpose of this meeting is to listen to the opinions of others."
"You are too modest," Anqielle said with a smile.
"I'm not being modest." Han Jin shook his head. "My biggest strength is that I can see myself clearly. I know what I can do and what I can do well. I won't interfere in the field that I don't know much about under normal circumstances. I'll let the right people do the right things. That way, I'll be relaxed and avoid unnecessary troubles and mistakes. Why must I force myself?"
"You said you're a weapon? Then there must be someone behind you who is manipulating you? " The fact that Han Jin had killed the God of the Underworld, Stia, and had even admitted that he had taken over Stia's divinity meant that Han Jin had become a new god, and no one had the right to control him. Anchviel was only joking.
"You can understand it that way." Han Jin shrugged.
"Oh?" Anqielle stared blankly. "That person is …" Anqielle suddenly realized something before she could finish her sentence. Her expression changed slightly and she immediately shut her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Han Jin asked.
"It's nothing." Anqielle took a deep breath and naturally changed the topic. "Did you always like to beat around the bush like this? If I didn't guess your intentions … wouldn't I be delaying your important matters? "
"What intentions do I have?" Han Jin laughed.
"You're only telling me this because you want to use the mouth of the Frost Lord, Angiel, and the Golden Dragon Clan to spread your name, Raphael, to the entire world." Anqielle revealed a teasing smile. "Letting us tell you about your accomplishments is better than bragging about yourself. It's also easier to convince people, isn't it?"
"Too straightforward …" Han Jin chuckled, then said, "But Anqielle … will you come?"
"Is this your formal invitation?" Anqielle asked.
"You want me to do it formally?" Han Jin said. "No problem. Wait a moment, I'll immediately have someone write an invitation."
"Forget it, I accept your invitation." Anqielle smiled, then fell silent for a moment before saying, "Raphael, thank you."
Of course, Anqielle knew about the conflict between Han Jin and the Golden Dragon Clan. She would be deceiving herself if she said that she was not worried about the future of both sides. However, Han Jin gave her an incomparably clear answer at this moment. Letting Anqielle and the Golden Dragon Clan intimidate the lords everywhere meant that Han Jin had extended an olive branch first.
"Is it necessary?" Han Jin asked softly. In the past few years, he had always been able to avert danger. The only time he was in a situation of certain death was in the Demon Palace of the Abyss. It could be said that if Anqielle had any ill intentions, she could kill him completely with a flick of her finger. Moreover, it was Anqielle who protected him, allowing him to escape from Nicholas's threat. If he could not even trust Anqielle, who could he trust?
"Then I won't take up any more of your time." Anqielle stood up gracefully and pointed at the bundle of bones on the ship. "I'll return this fellow to you." With Anqielle's intelligence, of course, she would not rashly mention Doreen's name. Otherwise, it would definitely set off a storm. As for whether Han Jin wanted to tell the truth, that was Han Jin's own business.
"This fellow is quite honest, right?" Han Jin asked.
"Your magic tools are amazing," Anqielle said. "But … I don't understand. Why did you have to bring her out of the Abyss?"
"You'll know in the future."
"I hate this part of you the most!" Anqielle was somewhat helpless. "Always pretending to be mysterious!"
"Right now, I really can't tell you."
"By the time you want to tell me, I might no longer be interested in listening." Anqielle's figure slowly rose into the air. "A month?"
"Yes, a month." Han Jin nodded. "I hope you can bring more dragon elders over to help me keep up appearances."
Anqielle did not say anything else and shot into the distance. In fact, she had only stayed on the God of War for ten minutes. Once she had finished discussing the matters, she immediately left without any hesitation.
"Raphael, do you really want to hold the meeting in a month?" Seeing that Anqielle had left, Guevara hurriedly asked.
"Yes."
"Isn't the time a little too tight?" Guevara said. "Not to mention other places, even the patriarchs of the Tribal Alliance may not listen to our summons. We need a lot of time to convince them. One month … I'm afraid it won't be enough."
"As for the other places … let the dragon race handle them." Han Jin thought for a while and said, "As for the Tribal Alliance, I can personally talk to them. By the way, did Kemorazi and the others cause any trouble these days?"
"Kemorazi is not a bad person. At least he can keep up appearances. As for Honduras … Hehe, I don't think anyone here has a good impression of him." Guevara said.
"We can't be too calculative with him. If we touch him, it will inevitably cause uneasiness in the Tribal Alliance." After saying that, Han Jin laughed at himself. "I didn't expect that I would learn to compromise now …"
"This is a good thing. It proves that you are becoming more and more mature." Guevara's eyes flickered. In fact, he didn't care about Honduras at all. The only reason he wanted to continue the conversation was to find an opening for Han Jin to talk about what had happened in the Abyss World. He believed that he had to know the truth because the feeling Han Jin gave him just now was too strange and unfamiliar.
"Raphael, what if some lords are unwilling to come to the Holy Crown City?" Jeddes suddenly asked.
"They will."
"What if they won't?" Jeddes wanted a clear answer.
"Have you ever heard of the story of a hero who wrings his wrists?" Han Jin said slowly. "Being bitten by a poisonous snake, in order to save your life, sometimes you have to make a prompt decision."
"Then why do you believe that your decision is right?" Jeddes' eyes were filled with worry. He felt that Han Jin had become very similar to Nicholas. Those who followed him would prosper, and those who opposed him would perish. As long as they opposed him, they would all be enemies and must be eradicated.
"I don't believe in myself, but in him." Han Jin smiled. "Don't worry, the situation will not become as bad as you think."
"It won't?"
"It won't!" Han Jin's tone was very certain. There was a fundamental difference between him and the tyrants like Nicholas. He had never been attached to power. The only reason he embarked on this path was to accumulate resources faster and more effectively.
"Raphael!" Guevara sat down on Anqiel's seat. "Did the God of the Underworld, Stia, really appear? You … killed him?! "
Han Jin was silent for a moment. His face revealed a dispirited expression. He did not want to talk about this topic.
No matter how much Guevara and the others had experienced, they were still ordinary people. They were limited by the framework. If they did not fly into the blue sky, they would not experience the feeling of looking down on the earth. If they did not dive into the deep sea, they would not understand the strange creatures in the sea. Perhaps what Guevara and the others wanted was a heroic scene, a spectacular victory, and then they would cheer and celebrate.
The problem was that Han Jin could no longer celebrate with everyone.
Seeing that even Guevara could not get Han Jin to speak, Jeddes and the others looked at each other and felt a little disappointed.
At this moment, Sunier and Yalina walked out side by side. Yalina was wearing a decent white mage robe, while Sunier had changed into a brand new battle dress. It seemed that they had all dressed up, and even Sunier had put on light makeup.
"Eh?" Yalina looked around. "Where is Lord Anqiel? Is he not here yet? "
"He left a long time ago. You came out too late." Han Jin's smile was a little strange. If it were any other guest, Yalina would not be in such a hurry to show up. Obviously, Yalina and Sunier were a little wary of the beautiful Anqiel. However, perhaps in order to show their generosity, they had never been jealous in front of Anqiel.
"So fast …" Yalina said in surprise.
"Well, everyone, go do your own things." Han Jin stood up. "Mr. Guevara, I will leave the Freedom Federation to you. There shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"Don't worry, we don't need to look for them. They can't wait to stick to us." Guevara laughed. He immediately understood Han Jin's intention. The Holy Crown City needed to set an example. As the saying goes, the power of an example is endless … If the Freedom Federation was obedient, the other lords would have to think carefully.
"That's good." As soon as his voice fell, Han Jin's figure gradually faded.
"Hey … Raphael!" Jeddes hurriedly shouted. Unfortunately, he was a little too late. When he reached out his hand, Han Jin had already disappeared, and the skeleton on the deck also disappeared without a trace. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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