Warlord of Chaos

The sky is getting darker, and Stillberg has not come back. Han Jin feels that he can't waste time. He simply starts to close his eyes and adjusts his interest. Who knows that he has just settled in, and a burst of noise is coming from far and near, in the direction of him.

Han Jin had to open his eyes. There were about a dozen men on the opposite side. Everyone wore a long sword at the waist. The leather they wore was rough and looked like a hole in the animal skin. Then put it on the head, and reasoning, the long sword on their waist should be all the way.

But these people are obviously a group, carrying weapons, law enforcement teams? Underworld? Han Jin stood up against the broken wall and he saw that the other party's goal was himself.

The head is a 40-year-old middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a strong body. Behind him, two men dragged a person with blood marks on their body, as if they felt the gaze of Han Jin and the person being dragged. Struggling to raise his head, Han Jin's eyelids jerked, Steigenberg? !

In the memory of the reception, Steelberg’s personality is very embarrassing. Of course, Rafael is not much better. The reason why the mayor of Ladong, Mehana, could not get through with them, is because Steelberg climbed in the middle of the night. On the wall of the people, I wanted to peek at the little girl of the family. As a result, I was arrested and almost killed alive.

Did Stillberg get into trouble again? Han Jin could not help but frown.

"Hah, Master Raphael, I haven't seen you for a long time." The middle-aged man who was headed shouted.

Although the middle-aged man's tone was normal and his face was very correct, Han Jin could clearly feel a thick scorn.

"What is going on?!" Han Jin asked.

"Can't blame me, Master Raphael, this rubbish, dare to steal things!" The middle-aged man grabbed Stillberg's hair and dragged Steelberg extremely rudely: "Ha ha I don't know if this guy is thinking, stealing it, he even took out the stolen magic crystal and sold it. The result... yes, Master Raphael, this guy said that you gave it to him? You said something, is it right?" The middle-aged man deliberately approached Hanjin, his eyes were stunned, and he was so aggressive that he had to catch up with Han Jin.

Han Jin is silent. He is not afraid of things, but the memory he receives is too messy. He needs to sort it out and make a decision.

"I understand." The middle-aged man saw that Han Jin had been firmly suppressed in the momentum. He smiled and said: "This guy must be biting people, like the right person of Master Raphael. How can you be a gang with a thief, a few of you, bring people back, and then review the first trial."

Several big men grabbed Stillberg, and Stillberg didn't cry, and didn't scream, he just stared at Han Jin with a desperate look.

"Magic crystal is what I gave him. Which dog eye did you see us stealing?" Han Jin said coldly.

When Han Jin’s words were exported, the scene immediately became quiet. Whether it was the big man who carried the weapon or the crowd of people watching, all of them became stunned, even the middle-aged people stayed there, with unbelievable tone. Cried: "You... what do you say??"

"I am asking you, which dog eye did you see us stealing?"

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged man violently thundered, and the backhand pulled out the long sword and roared: "Call you a few young masters, do you really think that you are a young master? Believe it or not, I am slaughtering you here?!"

"Oh." Han Jin loves to answer the question.

The middle-aged man became more and more angry. Stepping forward, the sword raised his head and was about to fall.

Han Jin’s face is full of clouds and light winds. At this moment, he still has the leisure to evaluate what kind of flaws are in the starting hand.

There was a scream in the crowd, and the town of Ladong was remote. Relatively speaking, the people here lived very quietly, and rarely seen such scenes.

The inferior sword was hovering in the air, and Han Jin’s head was less than half a foot away, but it could no longer fall.

Han Jin smiled. Any world has its own rules. Rafael is a baron and a member of the privileged class. Don't look at him. He has no money and no power. He lives like a donkey, but his identity has not changed. Even if you kill a civilian, you will be punished, let alone kill a nobleman. What's more, there is no hatred between the two. Rafael's memory tells him that this middle-aged man is the sheriff in the town, named Svanti, because the mayor Maha is very annoying. Phil's master and servant, so he only tried to force the whole person, he would never want to go with Raphael.

"Well, stealing people's things and dare to play horizontally?" A half-white old man jumped out from the middle of the big man.

"Who I stole someone?" Han Jin asked.

"My!" The old man spread his hand and had a red ball in his hand.

Han Jin turned his eyes to Steigenberg, and Steelberg struggled to scream: "Young master, this old thing is intentional! I went to him..." Just yelled here, a big man slaps around In the face of Steelberg, he hit the following words hard.

Han Jin looked in his eyes and hated it, but he could do nothing. He said coldly to the old man: "How do you know that Steelberg has stolen your things?"

"He took the magic crystal to sell to me, and I saw it at a glance!" The old man said sarcastically: "Master Raphael, you said that the magic crystal is handed over to Steelberg, to your present Situation... Hey, can you really come up with the magic crystal?"

"Steelberg stole your things, then went back and sold them to you? Is there such a stupid person?" Han Jin shook his head: "It’s okay to be a pig. It’s wrong to not treat others as pigs. ”

"You..." The old man was very surprised. The people in the town knew that Raphael had been destitute for a few years. At the beginning, everyone was still a bit scrupulous because of his identity, but as time went on, he was increasingly not taking Lafite. I was a nobleman, and I didn’t even treat him as a man. Why is Rafael’s courage so big today? If you don’t understand it, you still have to find a way to recover it. The old man shouted to Sfanti: "Svanti, this kid is a hard-nosed man, grab him and torture him, I don't believe he is not honest!"

"Good idea." Han Jin sneered: "First let me suffer. When the referee is involved, it is time for someone else to be sinned, but no matter who we are guilty, no one will find you, right?" The referee is a place that specifically decides the crimes of aristocracy. Even if he really steals things, the people in the town have no right to convict him. Even if the mayor does not, he must go to the referee in the city and torture the nobility. Crime is much more serious than stealing!

The old man rounded his eyes and couldn't speak for a long time. In his impression, Raphael was a helpless fool. Who knows that Rafael today has changed another person, not only understands the truth, I also know how to provoke separation.

"Don't be too much." There was a snoring voice outside the field saying: "Because a magic crystal has made people look like this, now we still have to arrest people?"

"Who? Who was talking about it?" Svanti, who was unable to step down, shouted, his eyes turned to the crowd: "Take the old man..."

The crowd slammed open, not voluntarily, but was forcibly pushed away. A majestic man like a mountain walked in slowly. His figure was taller than everyone present, and his shoulders were still squatting. A scary sword, even more surprising, the giant sword does not have a scabbard, just a few loops of grass rope, most of the blade is exposed, there are still black traces on the blade, God knows that Is it human blood? Although he walked slowly, but the momentum forced people to breathe, Svanti suddenly closed his mouth because he did not dare to shout again.

"You... are you a mercenary??" The old man laughed.

"Crap, didn't you see the badge?" The big man said with no anger.

"Oh... can you ask, which mercenary group are you?"

"Want to climb the friendship or want to retaliate in the future?" The big man suddenly grabbed the old man's hand, the old man screamed, the magic crystal in his hand rolled to the ground, then the big man slammed, the old man stumbled Seven or eight steps, the slammed down to the ground, and the big man bent over to pick up the magic crystal.

Is this not a rush? But the people around me are silent, including the copy of Svanti, who is responsible for law and order. Mercenaries, soldiers who can be hired, live on the edge of life and death all the year round, and people who mix this line are not easy to provoke. The mercenary is limited by restrictions. A place can't be mixed. If you can't change a place, ordinary people can't.

"Look what?" The big man said coldly: "This magic crystal is not mine, not yours!" After the big man put the giant sword on the ground, his right hand was in the waist, in the palm of his hand. More than a dozen red beads are exactly the same as the magic crystal in the left hand.

"I understand? These magic crystals belong to my employer." The big man said in a sardonic tone: "As for these two people, I promise that they have not stolen. Now you still have problems? Nothing can roll!"

The Sheriff Swandy listened to the other person being hired by the people in the town, and he was daring. He wanted to play a few words. Who knows that the other person’s tone is getting more and more mad, and he is getting more and more faceless. His face is constantly changing. In the end, the weak side took the upper hand, and waved his hand and took away with his own person.

"A group of unseen villagers." The big man spit out his saliva and strode out to the field. He saw the loyalty just because of sympathy, because under the specific conditions to understand the origin of the magic crystal, in fact, in his eyes, the same master servant The two are not as good as those in the country. He is not in the mood to talk to Han Jin.