Chapter 17: Fighter in the Garbage

  Only then did I realize my mistake?

  Ye Huan smiled and slipped six gold coins into Ruxiu's armor, "Huh? Your armor..."

  Just as Ye Huan touched Ruxiu's armor, she felt a warm current - in this cold winter month of ice and snow, Ruxiu's steel armor was actually at a high temperature of twenty-seven or eight degrees, not only bringing the most suitable temperature for the master to exert his physical strength, but also making Ye Huan, an outsider standing beside him, feel much more comfortable.

  Ye Huan thought for a moment: "Oh, you mentioned that you are the descendant of Pandalai, Arthur Pandalai. This armor is the equipment of King Arthur, who was famous before the Great Calamity!"

  "It's been over a thousand years since the Great Calamity, Huan Ge, do you still remember King Arthur's title?!?" Lu Xiu looked even more excited, he patted his chest armor and held up the Ten-Character Sword, "This is the equipment of the Knights of the Round Table, the divine artifact that once conquered Great Britain. Unfortunately, after the Great Calamity, our Pandajian family only has this one set of armor left, not even the Ancestral Stone Sword..."

  Ye Huan accompanied Lu Xiu and sighed, "So, what's your dream?"

  "I...". Ruxiu hesitated again, and after a few seconds, under the encouraging gaze of Ye Huan, he loudly declared, "My dream, of course, is to retrieve the Stone Sword, just like my ancestors, holding the divine sword high, leading the Knights' Regiment to conquer freely across the land!"

  "Believe in yourself, you can definitely achieve your dreams, my Knight Commander!"

  It's a bit laughable that even before the Salvation Corps had a single certified knight from the Knights' Guild, Ye Huan had already appointed his own Knight Commander!

  Onlookers couldn't help but burst out laughing at this scene, however, a few insightful individuals felt a chill run down their spines - what's the point of not having any knights? With Lushe's abilities, he wouldn't even be able to obtain the title of Divine Knight by graduation. Taking it a step further, even if there was only one knight, Ye Huan has money; with 100 gold coins thrown out, how many regular knights from humble backgrounds, who are looked down upon by nobles, would beg for his recruitment?

  Let Lu Xiu stand behind him, and Ye Huan grabbed a handful of gold coins from the box again. His gaze also swept through the followers once more.

  With Rudolf as a living example, the 108 followers were stimulated by his actions of giving money and sealing officials, their blood surged, every person he looked at unconsciously puffed out their chest, raised their head, in terms of strength, in terms of reputation, they themselves acknowledged that they couldn't compare to Rudolf, but what about others...

  What made the believers' glasses fall to the ground was that Ye Huan's gaze finally fixed on a small boy at the outermost edge of the crowd, who was only about 1.5 meters tall, with sparse hair and a small mustache!

  He was so inconspicuous, not only wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, but also being short and already squeezed to the coldest corner. Even he himself might not have expected that he would become the second meritorious general under Ruxu, while the girls blowing whistles beside him ignored him, raising their middle fingers with a sassy attitude...

  "Are you... Adolf?"

  Ye Huan found the name of this thin boy in her memory, out of politeness, she omitted his surname and only called him by his first name.

  Something amazing happened!

  Although he was not handsome, his small stature was even called "third-rate waste" by some girls. However, he only slightly startled and then drew a confident smile, limping towards Ye Huan. At the same time, he also raised two high middle fingers to the classmates on both sides - lewd, rotten, cunning, you can think of any negative word on his face! But miraculously, after being humiliated by his middle finger, all 108 followers bowed their heads, made way, held their breath, as if welcoming the arrival of an evil king.

  "Adolf, what's your dream?"

  Among the hundreds of people present, only Ye Huan, who had borrowed a bit of hypnotic technique, could suppress this blond young man's aura.

  The blond kid didn't rush to answer, he tilted his head and continued to stare fearlessly at Ye Huan, who was a head taller than him. He fished out a small cigarette butt from his sleeve, cocked his head and put it in the corner of his mouth, then snapped his right fingers, and suddenly a black purple flame burst out from his fingertips.

  The flames were burning right in front of Ye Huan's nose, hot and pungent, emitting a toxic smell. But Ye Huan didn't dodge, he just smiled and gazed at the little yellow-haired boy with a faint gaze.

  They maintained this posture for two or three minutes, and Adolf finally gave in. He leaned forward, lit a cigarette in the flames right in front of Ye Huan's nose, and took a long drag like an addict, blowing all the smoke from the cheap tobacco into Ye Huan's face.

  "Women, marijuana, hot weapons before the disaster, such as... boom, boom, boom, a few shots can blow your head off Desert Eagle, these are my favorites!"

  He raised his head and said, "Xin Dage, can you give me these?"

  Ye Huan's response was a big handful of gold coins all thrown onto his face!

  To be honest, Adolf's appearance was almost enough to make everyone vomit. However, Ye Huan clearly remembered that when he pretended to hang himself and actually coerced Popov, among the 108 followers, only this person saw through his plan at a glance. What's even more surprising is that what he did next was even more perfect than Ye Huan had imagined: stirring up emotions, rallying followers, showing the bitterness and helplessness of a poor life, and winning over tens of thousands of onlookers' sympathy. Such an Adolf was almost a perfect actor, a born preacher!

  In short, talent!

  The coin was extremely hard and had already smashed six or seven bloody prints on Adolf's forehead, and even his malnourished skin had cracked open a piece, flowing out with gurgling fresh blood.

  He lifted his head, letting the fresh blood flow over his eyebrows, eyes, cheeks and mouth... He stuck out his tongue to lick off the blood on the edge of his mouth, at which point people only then discovered that two of his front teeth had been knocked out. Next, extremely suddenly, he jumped up, hugged Ye Huan, and violently bumped his forehead against Ye Huan's forehead.

  Bang!

  A loud, deafening sound stunned everyone.

  "Hey, Wan Ge!" Adolf sneered with a sly smile: "This is what I, Adolf, believe in. Not for Dan Ge, but for you!"

  Such trash, scum of society, can actually get a lot of gold coins?

  The five hundred onlookers nearby doubted whether they were dreaming, but when they saw Adolf pick up the gold coins with a sly expression, like a caterpillar continuously trembling and picking twenty-one times in a row, they burst out with almost moaning gasps... Good heavens, just by following Ye Huan for one trip, even a scum like Adolf could get twenty-one gold coins, but themselves, who were far superior to Adolf in conduct, were still...

  At this time, Ye Huan was still slowly distributing gold coins. Those who made contributions were given a few more, and those who didn't make any contributions could also receive three gold coins as extra compensation. After about ten minutes, he finally distributed gold coins to each of the followers. Looking at it, there were probably around 1230 gold coins left in the box.

  At this time, Ye Huan suddenly seemed to remember the existence of those 500 onlookers and turned his head to give them a faint smile.

  Have you finally thought of us? The 500 onlookers were almost moved to tears, because according to Ye Huan's temperament, at this time, he should have taken out ten, no, fifty gold coins from the box and given them away for free to these poor nail households...

  Unfortunately, this Ye Huan is no longer the great hero of the past. To be exact, he is now... a demon!

  Satan's brother, isn't he a demon?

  Under the gaze of these five hundred people, Ye Huan's smile was so innocent, as if he didn't understand their thoughts. He slowly raised his hand...

  He pressed down on the lid of the trunk...

  Bang!

  The large trunk was heavily closed by him!

  "Brother Dan said that if you believe in him, you will receive his protection; if you refuse his call, you will also suffer his punishment!" Ye Huan said.