Warlord of Chaos Chapter 385: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid


The woman was greatly frightened, splashed glass shards scattered all over her body, and even a half-finger-long, sharp triangle-shaped shard pierced the corner of her eyebrows, if it was further inward, it would definitely make her feel sick. She turned into a one-eyed dragon, but she was so frightened that she could no longer feel the pain, she stared blankly at Han Jin and the others, and in the corner of the room, a maid who was cleaning by the bookshelf was also frightened, threw away With a rag, he covered his mouth tightly with both hands, and his body almost curled up into a ball.

"Go out, it's none of your business here." Han Jin said lightly to the maid.

The maid stood up in a panic, and rushed out of the house without looking back.

"Stop!" Han Jin shouted suddenly.

The maid was startled again, and pressed her back against the wall, her arms and legs were trembling slightly, but she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. There were footsteps outside the door, followed by Schumann pushed open the door and walked in, followed by the two middle-aged men, who were holding a bruised and swollen cook. Obviously, when they rushed upstairs, they were stopped by the cook, and Schumann He was not polite at all, and directly ordered his subordinates to do it.

"Schumann? It's you?!" The woman dressed as a lady screamed.

"You know her?" Han Jin asked.

"Of course I do. She is General Quincy's wife and only wife." Schumann replied with a smile.

"Quincy?" Han Jin thought the name was very familiar.

"Although Quincy's strength is not very good, he has gained Dismark's trust, ranking only behind Gerald. However, I heard that General Quincy mysteriously disappeared when he was on a mission. Hmm...it seems to be underground."

"Hehe..." Han Jin smiled, he remembered that Quincy was the general he trapped in the abyss, but it was a few years ago.

"Schumann, what are you doing here?!" the woman screamed.

"Stop putting on airs, Mrs. Meisha of Ziyuanhua." Schumann's face turned cold: "Come with us."

"What... What aster flower?" The woman asked in surprise.

"Don't give up yet?" Schumann said with a sneer, "Master Gibran, it's up to you."

Just as Gibran took a step forward, Han Jin waved his hand to stop Gibran's movement, but his eyes turned to the maid: "Mrs. Meisha doesn't know about asters, you should know?"

"Huh?" The maid's eyes were wide open, and her delicate face was full of confusion and fear.

"Tell me, who is the blade holder?" Han Jin asked softly. No matter how perfect the maid's performance is, it can't be hidden from his insight. When ordinary people are afraid of something, they will always make all kinds of meaningless actions. , filter out the trembling that came out of the disguise, and you will find that the maid's body posture is very stable. What's more, the noble lady was already paralyzed from fright, sitting on the ground and unable to get up for a long time, it is somewhat unreasonable that a maid is stronger than the master's psychological quality.

According to Han Jin's knowledge, next to each aster flower, there is a blade-wielding guard, usually a high-level professional. Elma was killed in the middle of the night, and was mistakenly believed to have died of illness. It is very likely to be the handwriting of the blade holder. Other branches such as pistils and filaments are easy to say, but the blade holder must get rid of it as soon as possible. The people around Han Jin are not all strong people. Schumann often roams the streets. Stillberg and Milian also like to go wandering in the city. Celeste spends all day in the gentle township. Waiting for a lot of people, will become a flaw, it is impossible for Han Jin to send people to protect them all.

"What? What are you... talking about?" the maid said in a trembling voice.

Han Jin was no longer interested in talking nonsense, he recited the formula in a low voice, raised his right hand upwards, the maid suddenly hugged his head, screamed piercingly, and shrank down a little bit.

"That's right, very powerful mental power!" Han Jin snorted coldly, and slowly clenched his right hand into a fist.

The maid suddenly jumped up, and the screams in her mouth became more and more horrific, and then she bumped into the room like a madman, knocking over the bookshelf, the round table and the armchair, and finally hit the wall Then the maid's movements became excited, as if she had found an excellent outlet, she held her head and slammed against the wall desperately. The blood mark, but not only did the maid not stop, but the frequency of the impact became faster and crazier.

This unbelievable scene stunned Gibran and Qifanke, and they simultaneously thought of a terrible magic, curse! However, in their impression, it seems that there is no curse magic that can induce people to commit suicide.

Han Jin's situation is not easy, he has a feeling of riding a tiger, he wants to forcibly strip his soul, the first condition is that he must have a divine sense that is thousands of times stronger than the opponent, of course it is no problem to deal with ordinary people, but to deal with low-level Professionals can also do it, but when encountering a professional with strong spiritual power, Han Jin will be in a dangerous situation. If he is not careful, his divine sense will be severely damaged.

He originally thought that the opponent's strength was at most between the sixth and seventh ranks, but who knew that the maid's strength was far beyond his expectations! This should not be the case. According to the analysis of Gibran and others, this small building is just a 'flower stem'. If the strength of even a single flower stem is so strong, then the power of the entire aster will have to be re-evaluated.

"Open!" Han Jin yelled angrily, and the Soul Devouring Orb on the bracelet on his left wrist shot out, flying straight to the back of the maid's head.

With a bang, the Soul Devouring Orb sank into the maid's bun, and the maid trembled suddenly, her screams stopped abruptly, her figure threw herself against the wall, and then she fell limply down.

Pillars of smoke drifted out from the back of the maid's head, condensing into the shape of Harley. Han Jin let out a sigh of relief, and tiny beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead. It seems that this kind of Taoism cannot be used frequently , at least not for use without guarantees.

"Harley, how are you?" Han Jin asked slowly.

"What a rich power, Quack..." Harley laughed strangely.

Han Jin beckoned, Harley changed into a dark bead again, and shot at Han Jin, and put the Soul Eater Bead on the bracelet again. However, it goes without saying that the lady is just a helpless woman. When the window shattered, Han Jin kept observing the lady's reaction, not dodging or avoiding, letting the glass shards sprinkle On her body, one of the pieces of glass pierced her brow bone, almost making her blind. Faced with such a danger, most professionals could not control their instinctive reaction, so Han Jin put his attention The power was transferred to the maid.

"Let's go." Han Jin said softly.

"My lord, are you leaving now?" Schumann asked in surprise.

"What else do you want to do?"

"At least send someone to control this place, lest the news leak out." Shuman said: "Also...the two of them heard it just now, we are looking for the blade holder!"

"No, I didn't hear anything!" The lady was shocked, she tasted the meaning of Schumann's words, covered her ears and screamed, as if this could prove that she really didn't hear anything just now hear.

"Go to Alexandra and ask him to send some mountain warriors over." Han Jin said slowly, he deliberately ignored what Schumann said later, because there was no need to embarrass a poor widow, let alone Kun General Xi is equivalent to dying in his hands, and then killing this poor little widow makes him feel like he has ransacked his family and exterminated his family. He doesn't want to be so vicious.

After finishing speaking, Han Jin jumped out of the broken window first. Schuman gave Mrs. Meisha a cold look, waved his hand, and walked towards the door. The two middle-aged men threw the bruised and swollen cook On the ground, he also followed Schumann out.

"Raphael!" Gibran caught up with Han Jin in the courtyard and said in a low voice, "Why bother? Just kill them both."

"What?" Han Jin was taken aback. According to Gibran's past personality, he shouldn't be so cruel.

"Didn't you notice? That Mrs. Meisha should know who you are, there is hatred hidden in her eyes!" Gibran said softly: "She seems to have known about General Quincy, but...we didn't tell you Someone said, how did she know?"

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world. After a long time, someone will always say something wrong." Han Jin thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Forget it, hate me if you hate me, a little widow can make a fool of herself again." What's coming?"

"But I have a feeling of uneasiness in my heart." Gibran said.

"Oh?" Han Jin's footsteps stopped suddenly. If it was someone else, he might not take Gibran's words seriously, because he felt that such things were the most unreliable, but Han Jin was different. As a detective, he trusts his intuition very much, and likewise, he will not ignore the intuition of others.

The wind blew in through the broken window and made a whining sound. Mrs. Meisha sat quietly on the ground without moving, while the cook bared her teeth and managed to get up from the ground. The corpse, with its legs weak in fright, sat down on the ground again.

"Get out." Mrs. Meisha said coldly.

The cook didn't dare to disobey the master's order, but she really couldn't get up, so she finally crawled towards the door with her hands and feet crying.

***

Under the setting sun, a well-dressed, graceful old man walked slowly into the Holy Crown City. Although the scuffle between the elves and the orcs had reached a raging level, the Holy Crown City was not affected, because Almost none of Sa's prior strategic plans were realized, and he didn't have the energy to plan for the Holy Crown City.

Because of this, the security of the Holy Crown City is not very strict, and pedestrians can come and go freely, but it is limited to humans, and the racial characteristics of elves and orcs cannot be concealed. If these two appear at the city gate, the treatment they receive is of course It won't be the same.

The old man's walking pace was not fast, and he looked at the scenery on both sides with great interest while walking, but he was not wandering aimlessly. It seemed that he also had a certain understanding of the layout of the Holy Crown City. He asked for directions, went straight when he should go straight, and turned when he should turn, without hesitation. Finally, he stopped in an alley, looked around, pushed open a courtyard door, and walked in slowly.

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 as if no one was there. The eyes of the two collided. The owner of the room slowly stood up and said in a neither humble nor humble voice: "You are here."

"Who are you?" The old man's tone was not polite at all, full of condescension.

"My name is Courtini." The people in the room bent 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 impatiently.

"Your tone is a bit unfriendly." Kourtini said lightly: "And... I want to make it clear that Mr. Raphael is the master of this city, and you are just a guest. The attitude is good for you and for us.”

"Friendly?!" The old man was furious: "In my eyes, you are just a bunch of little reptiles, what qualifications do you have to ask me?!"

Following the roar of the old man, an invisible coercion swayed in all directions, the windows on both sides of the house were rushed open at the same time, the dust on the roof was shaken and fell down, and Kourtini's face also changed. His body was pale, but his body was still straight.

"If you really can't control yourself, then everything will become easier." Courtini sneered, "Xia Zuo, the guardian of Dragon Realm, is here, and I am looking forward to seeing you two .”

The invisible coercion suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the old man's face became extremely ugly. He paused for a moment, and said word by word: "Xia Zuo? What is he doing here?!"

"That's not something I can know." Kourtini sneered, "Are you willing to be quiet? Hehe... It turns out that the most powerful dragon clan in the mainland also has a time when they are aggressive."

"You..." The old man took a long breath: "Are you provoking me on purpose?!"

"No, I just want to seek justice." Courtini said coldly: "You insulted my master just now, didn't you?"

"I can kill you." The old man squinted at Courtini: "Since Raphael can find me here, it is absolutely impossible for you to refuse to cooperate with me."

"I don't care." Courtini smiled, he really didn't care, since Han Jin buried Zaguned's ashes with his own hands, he knew what to do in the future: "This is Rafael Your Excellency’s business, and I just need to do what I want to do.”

The old man's expression became serious, and he stared deeply at Kourtini. After a long while, he sighed softly: "Even a person like you is willing to serve him? Can you give everything? I... really I am more and more curious."

"I'm just an insignificant servant." After saving face, Courtini's tone became more relaxed. He didn't want to get into a stalemate with the other party. Of course, if the other party continued to maintain an arrogant and rude posture, That's another story: "Now, would you like to talk to me?"

"Are you going to talk to me?" The old man's brows were raised up.

"Of course not." Courtini smiled: "The situation in Holy Crown City is a bit complicated now, and the master does not want to see accidents happen, so, before the master makes a decision, I will accompany you for the time being. If you have any questions, just tell me, if you can answer, I will answer you truthfully."

"He hasn't made a decision yet?" The old man was furious, but he never exuded coercion: "Then why did he call me here?!"

"Because at that time, Xia Zuo, the guardian of the Dragon Realm, had no contact with the master." Courtini replied softly.

The old man closed his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly at the same time. Courtini's explanation was meaningful. Xia Zuo took the initiative to find Han Jin. The Holy Crown City already had multiple options. To put it bluntly, Holy Crown City is not afraid of you!

After being silent for quite a while, the old man had to lower his posture, his tone became softer than Courtini: "How long has Xia Zuo been here?"

"It seems to be...a few days." Courtini replied with a smile: "I have been staying in the house and rarely go out, so I don't know too much."

"Then..." The old man suddenly became hesitant, he wanted to say it, but he didn't want to, because the secret was too important.

Kourtini waited for a long time, but seeing that there was no more, he shrugged his shoulders: "What do you want to ask?"

"Xia Zuo... Already know the whereabouts of Dragon Heart?!" The old man finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I don't know." Courtini shook his head.

"You don't know? Then what do you know?!" The old man said angrily.

"Many, because I am involved in a wide range of fields, such as magic, alchemy, yes, 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 blunt tone. If the scene were changed, he would crush the person in front of him into blood without hesitation, but now he can only endure it secretly. .

"You are overrated." Courtini smiled: "As I said just now, I am just an insignificant servant."

"When will Raphael come to see me?"

"I will pass your message to the master, but when to come... It is up to the master to decide."

"If Raphael doesn't come for a month, I'll have to wait here for a month?" The old man laughed angrily.

"That's impossible. If you don't meet with you, how will the master know which decision is rational and appropriate?" The smile on Courtini's face grew stronger.

"Let's 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. It's been a long time...their patience is not as good as mine."

"I will tell the master." Courtini's expression remained unchanged: "You have nothing to say to me?"

The old man waved his hand, and he figured out that it was meaningless to continue talking with this neither humble nor overbearing and smooth-tongued person in front of him.

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