Chapter 77: So-called Standards

  A few months ago, after almost being killed by that woman in the underground tunnel, Han Jin specially strengthened his physical training. Although the opponent appeared very suddenly, during the flash of cold light, Han Jin still reacted in time and took a small step back.

  Seeing his own dagger fall empty, the opponent was stunned for a moment, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face. He then rushed towards Han Jin again, shouting: "Don't move!"

  Even if it's a woman, at this time she has to shout out a few times. How could Han Jin wait for death with folded arms? He took another step back and swung his right hand forward fiercely, shooting out a dazzling flame.

  The other side was greatly frightened, and his body shape rushed out to the slanting stab, the fireball brushed against his shoulder and flew past, hitting the wall, with a loud noise, the wall was blown out of a big hole.

  "What the...?!" A curse echoed from afar by Mo Xingke.

  "Are you a magician?!" The assassin exclaimed, then gritted his teeth and his body gradually faded away until he vanished into thin air.

  Han Jin revealed a cold smile, he stretched out his hand and beckoned, a wooden puppet suddenly appeared in the place where the assassin disappeared, raised its thick arms and flailed about wildly.

  That assassin didn't know what hit him, stumbling and staggering before finally falling to the ground with a thud. It was only then that Han Jin saw clearly that the assassin had two black arrows stuck in his back, deeply embedded in his flesh, with bright red bloodstains around the wounds. The opponent's injury shouldn't have happened long ago, at most within half an hour.

  "You..." The assassin struggled to lift his head, wanting to say something, but the wooden man had already taken a step forward and punched him with a clenched fist.

  Although he knew the situation was not good, he had no ability to dodge anymore. The wooden fist heavily smashed on his back, the wound was torn apart instantly, and fresh blood splattered everywhere. The assassin let out a muffled hum, and fell softly to the ground.

  "What's going on?" Mo Xinkai rushed in with his sword, saw the assassin on the ground and exclaimed in surprise: "Who is this guy?"

  Han Jing was about to speak when Sasou's voice came from outside: "It's bad! It's bad! Quick..."

  Han Jin was taken aback and didn't have time to deal with the mysterious guy anymore, hastily welcoming him out of the room door, almost colliding with Sasou who rushed over. "Hurry up!" Sasou said breathlessly: "Everyone quickly pack up, we're leaving here immediately, those soldiers suddenly rushed towards us!"

  Xian Ni'er walked out of the main house, she listened carefully and shook her head: "It's too late, they have knights."

  "Weren't you fine just now?" Mo Xinkai exclaimed: "How did you suddenly rush over to us?"

  Han Jin's gaze turned back, quietly looking at the unconscious person, and after a while, he said: "Maybe it's because of him, come on, let's throw him outside."

  It wasn't long before a group of knights rushed in from outside the village. The village was too small, and they could clearly see the figure lying on the ground from the outside, so there was no need to search house by house. One knight jumped off his horse, walked over with big strides, grabbed the man's hair, lifted him up, took a close look, then turned around and shouted: "Sir, we've caught him!"

  "Master... Master..." A wailing cry suddenly rose from among the knights.

  Following the direction of the crying and shouting, Han Jin and others saw an old man around fifty years old, who was tied up with five flowers, struggling desperately. The knight beside him didn't hold on tight enough, and the old man fell off the horse headfirst. The knight cursed and picked up his long spear. Just as the old man struggled to get up, a knight's spear swept over from behind like a poisonous snake, heavily striking the old man's thigh.

  "Haha......" The knights all burst out laughing at the sight of the wailing old man.

  Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, faith, honesty, justice. These were once the codes of knights. Alas, the world has been in chaos for too long, and knights have evolved from guardians of justice to tools of domination. Perhaps there are still those who remember the knight's code, but it is certainly not these men before us.

  "Master..." The old man's hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were injured, unable to stand up. He actually crawled towards the unconscious person with a struggling motion.

  Han Jin's heart skipped a beat, the old man's cry reminded him of when he first arrived in this world, Stillberg was also calling out to him with the same desolate voice, but... He didn't want to get involved in other people's business, so he shifted his gaze elsewhere.

  "Master..." The old man let out a series of wailing cries, he finally crawled to the person's side and kept shaking him, trying to wake him up. However, after being injured and desperately escaping here, he was already exhausted, and having been beaten by the wooden puppet several times, it was impossible for him to wake up in a short time.

  "Come on, old man," a knight chuckled. "Let's just go quietly and meet with the lord of the castle."

  "You... you are all beasts!" The old man bellowed with all his might, his eyes bulging.

  "What did you say?" The knight's face turned cold.

  "You scoundrel, how did Master treat you back then? Without Master's care, would you have achieved what you are today?" The old man was not intimidated at all: "But how did you treat Master and Young Master?"

  "Old man, Lord City said he wanted to keep Lai Ze alive, but didn't say you could live too! I'm only letting you come with us because of Young Master's face, got it?" The knight sneered and said: "You dare to scold me again, let me hear it!"

  Although the knight's tone was very strong, his words had already revealed a hint of fear. Firstly, he actually said the two words "young master", and in the end, he left room for both sides to save face.

  The old man knelt on the ground, using his head to prop up his body and sat up, sneering: "You've forgotten how you used to fawn over Master and Young Master? Hmph... just like a dog wagging its tail. What's it to me if I scold you once or ten times? Bastard! Bastard! Bastard..."

  The knight's face had turned iron-gray, and he suddenly thrust his lance straight at the old man, who grew more vigorous as he approached the final moment, continuing to curse non-stop until the knight's spear pierced his mouth and emerged from the back of his neck, only then did his curses cease.

  "Ptoo!" The knight spat in disgust and then shook his lance vigorously, flinging the old man's corpse off it.

  Tears welled up in Kaili's eyes, the old man's loyalty and bravery moved her to the core. Thinking of the guards who had died protecting her and the human-faced eagle, she was on the verge of bursting into tears.