Chapter Eleven: Escape

  I hope to satisfy all book readers, although I know it's unrealistic, but I've been working hard for this goal. Now I want to say, brothers, I have a draft... Yesterday, I changed everything to Raphael and spent a lot of time on it, now I have to change it back, I'm speechless! So, I'll try my best to reduce the number of times "Raphael" appears, still using the name "Han Jin", after the scene changes, use the title to replace "Raphael", just like in Stillberg's mouth, Han Jin is always Young Master. This should be able to maximize everyone's satisfaction... But I have to start rewriting again, some scenes where "Raphael" appears more frequently need to be rewritten, I haven't written a new chapter until now, I've been revising all the time, crying...

  Even the town mayor received such treatment, let alone others. If you walked a little slower, a whip would come down heavily. These knights had strong power, although they didn't release their aura, but that unremarkable whip could easily tear open clothes and skin, leaving a deep wound on the body, like a knife cut. Every time the whip was lashed down, it splattered blood everywhere, even with torn flesh flying outwards. Whether it was a young and strong man, an old man or a woman, anyone who received this lash would be knocked to the ground immediately. Those with good physical strength could still cry out in pain, while those with poor physical strength simply fainted unconscious.

  Han Jin watched with a cold eye and found that only some knights were particularly ruthless, while others used their hands to push and kick the crowd away. Although it was also a kind of violence, compared to the former, they were really merciful to the extreme.

  The sun shone down from high above, but the warm sunlight could not dispel the chill in people's hearts. Thousands of people gathered on the square, silent as if waiting for something.

  Many knights dispersed into small teams, starting to search house by house. The way they entered was very fierce, and the way they searched was even more fierce, which can be proven from the continuous sounds of breaking and collapse that kept coming.

  "Are they going to keep causing trouble? Doesn't anyone care?" Han Jin asked in a low voice, directing his question at Stilberg. But before Stilberg could respond, someone behind him chimed in: "Young master, please keep your voice down... those are the Imperial Guards of Sacred Crown City!"

  Han Jin turned his head, and the speaker was Stefan, the captain of the town's security team. In fact, Stefan was very tall, but at this moment, he was trying to hunch over, as if being short could guarantee safety. Under the current situation, their original contradictions could be ignored because they had no meaning anymore. The two people looked at each other and simultaneously revealed a bitter smile.

  The knights' movements were swift, and before long, they had turned the entire town of Ladon upside down. As squad after squad of knights returned empty-handed, the young man standing at the forefront grew increasingly stiff and disappointed, his expression eventually transforming into a venom more piercing than steel needles. The malice was so palpable that even Han Jin, standing hundreds of meters away, felt a chill run down his spine.

  At last all the knights returned, and the young man threw off his cloak and walked towards his war horse.

  "Sir, here..." a knight asked in a low voice.

  "Kill them all!" The young man's answer echoed through the village.

  Killed? Han Jin almost didn't dare to believe his ears, as thousands of people had gathered in the square. All killed? Just because Miss Gui Li was not found, all these people would be killed?

  It wasn't just Han who was shocked, even the knights were stunned, and for a while they didn't move. However, there were those willing to obey orders, including any order. More than twenty knights had already drawn their swords from their waists and charged towards the crowd. The unfortunate mayor, Mahana, was the first to be struck down, followed by his daughter, the same girl Stilberg had gone to peek at in the middle of the night, whose throat was cut off by a sharp sword blade.

  The crowd suddenly erupted, shouting and fleeing towards the outside of the square. Han Jin had already given up hope, but at this moment he suddenly discovered a turning point. The knights surrounding the square seemed to have some doubts, or rather they were not actively blocking the fleeing crowd, their movements seemed very slow, could it be that they couldn't accept such an absurd and cruel order?

  But now there's no time to think about it, Han Jin and the other two turned around and started running along with the crowd. Han Jin's body had been modified many times, so running was absolutely not a problem. Steilberg, who was in poor physical condition, exerted all his potential at this critical moment and followed closely behind Han Jin. Mo Xinkuo didn't know when he put away his medal and awkwardly tucked his long sword under his arm, running around like a duck. He was afraid of attracting the attention of some hot-headed guy, and if someone stopped him, he would be completely finished.

  Mo Xinkai didn't dare to release his aura, while the knights didn't want to release their aura. The long swords in their hands were just waving randomly, occasionally cutting down one or two people, but the vast majority of people still rushed past them.

  As they approached the outskirts of town, Mo Xike suddenly accelerated, grabbing Steilberg who was running slower and throwing him over his shoulder, overtaking Han Jin in a few strides, shouting in a low voice: "Hurry up, keep up!"

  Han Jin took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly sped up a lot, closely following behind Mo Xinkou. Han Jin still didn't use any energy; this damned world!!! He was really worried that he would encounter some unexpected event again, those energies were his last resort, and he wouldn't use them unless absolutely necessary.

  Across the entire field, people were fleeing everywhere, and there were cries of wailing and shouting for parents and children. For the people of Ladong Town alone, today's encounter was no less than doomsday.

  Three people swam across the green river and rushed into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, only then did they dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Mo Xink had just put Stilberg on the ground when Stilberg suddenly bent over and started vomiting violently. He had been shaken dizzy all along the way, and as soon as his feet touched solid ground, he couldn't control the turmoil in his chest and abdomen.

  "Damn it...... Who said Lord Disemark was a good person?!" Stilberg shouted weakly.

  "Be satisfied, if you were in Black Crow Castle's Zagunede, your head would have been cut off already." Moshiko sat down on the ground with a thud.

  In the distance, more and more people rushed into the dense forest, and those who entered the forest unconsciously advanced deeper into the forest. Although they didn't know where to go, at least they could escape further than their peers, so as to temporarily ensure their own safety.

  "Mo Xinke, tell me, if those knights really killed everyone in the town, wouldn't they be punished?" Han Jin asked word by word.

  "Punishment? Don't be ridiculous, you know who they are?" Mo Xinkai sneered.

  "I know they're the Imperial Guard of Sacred Crown City."

  "That's it! Who will punish them? Disemark?" Mo Xinko shook his head: "The Imperial Guard is the main force of Disemark's army! Unless..."

  "Unless Desmark doesn't want to be a lord anymore." Han Jin sighed.

  "It's fine as long as you understand."

  Han Jin sat down next to Mo Xinkai, lowering his head in silence. Today's events had a huge impact on him. After all, he was a modern person who had only seen limited-scale bloody scenes before. Moreover, he found that his past experiences seemed pale in comparison because the social and cultural environment were vastly different. If something similar happened again, after learning about Miss Gui Li's sudden departure, he would definitely escape at the first opportunity, unlike today.

  "Prophet, what are you thinking?" Mo Xinkai asked curiously.

  Han Jin was at a loss for words, he flung the arm that Mo Xunke had put on his shoulder to one side: "We... what should we do next?"

  "You're a prophet, you should have the final say." Mo Xinko said with a big smile on his face.

  Han Jin couldn't help but take a serious look at Mo Xinkai, earlier when they were escaping together, Mo Xinkai was just as tense as himself, but in the short time that had passed, he had already returned to normal, this kid's past experiences must not have been simple.

  "I've never been outside before, what can I say?"

  "Were you raised in Lading Town?" Mo Xinkai was somewhat surprised.

  "Uh-huh."

  "But I feel... you seem to know a lot of things?"

  I have read many books.

  Heh... Stillberg couldn't help but burst out laughing over there.

  "What's so funny?" Han Jin glared with wide eyes.

  Mo Xinkai looked at Han Jin, then at Stilberg, and sensed that Han Jin was intentionally hiding something. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke up: "Either we head back to Ladong Town tonight, or we go north to Baitian Alliance."

  "Are you going back to Hualong Town? Mo Xinke, have you gone mad?" Stillberg exclaimed.

  "That guy just wanted to vent his anger." Han Jin's gaze was fixed on the figure running across the field: "If he had any intention of killing us, we wouldn't have been able to escape at all."

  "What you said is right." Mo Xinke nodded.

  "That... young master, you can't go back either!"

  "It's indeed a bit dangerous to go back." Han Jin's gaze fell on Mo Xinke: "Mo Xinke, what kind of place is the Beit Alliance?"

  "Baituo Meng... is a very strange country, where danger and opportunity coexist. It looks chaotic at first, but after a long time, you will find that Baituo Meng has its own rules. You think you have already figured out the rules, but then you discover that under the cover of these rules, everything is actually shocking and chaotic."

  "Are these words thought up by you?"

  "It's what my teacher said, hehe..."

  "Where is your teacher now?"

  Mo Xinkeshen's expression turned gloomy, and he shook his head, saying: "Let's not talk about this anymore."