Warlord of Chaos Chapter 211

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Steelberg ran towards Han Jin as soon as Han Jin jumped off the carriage. His eyes were a little red, his lips trembled, and he was obviously very excited. Putting aside their identities, Steelberg had always been the one who had put in more effort than Han Jin. Ever since he was a child, his surroundings, including his parents, had instilled in him the thought that he had to live or die for Han Jin only. Therefore, he had never had any ideals. His biggest wish was only to gain Han Jin's appreciation.

  In the blink of an eye, they had been separated for a few months. Everything was as normal for Han Jin after he had left Steelberg; he lived on as he should. However, this was impossible for Steelberg; he had never left Han Jin's side. Even when they had fallen into the most miserable situations, they had gotten through it together, through thick or thin. In the first few weeks, he had managed to control himself. But after a long time, he became restless. As for Guevara, he could leave Black Crow City because Ronning had encountered some difficulties. On the other hand, it was because he couldn't stand Steelberg's shackles anymore.

 “Young master…” Steelberg called out to him, but he didn't know what to say after.

 Han Jin was happy from the bottom of his heart and patted Steelberg on the shoulders. Then, he turned his eyes toward Guevara. “How's your body?”

  “Thanks to you, I've gotten better,” Guevara said with a smile.

 “Young Master, I have been taking care of him with the magic you taught me. Of course, he'll get better,” Steelberg cried.

  “You don't have to show off.” Guevara shook his head. “If Zaganide had skills like you, I would have already surrendered. ”

 “I…” Steelberg's face turned bright red. On their way here, Guevara had been using a similar tone to ridicule him. If it was only the two of them, he would just finish it with a smile because he knew his position, but when done in front of Han Jin, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

  At this moment, a loud voice came from outside, “Move! Let me see who this person who dares to mess up my house is! If I get my hands on you…”

 Before he could finish his sentence, the crowd had already made way for him, and Moxinke instantly saw Guevara. He paused, turned, and immediately left. He then felt that it was too inappropriate to just walk away since they hadn't met in months. Plus, Guevara was an elderly, so he slowly turned back and smiled.

 “Well kid, seems like your temper grew these few months?” Guevara said with a smirk.

 “How was I to know that it was you.” Moxinke laughed.

  “Raphael, this is…” Yalina couldn't help it.

  Han Jin looked at Guevara and saw that he had a blank face. He knew that Guevara was giving him the right to make the decision. Han Jin thought to himself. He had been bearing the name ‘Dragon Slayer' for a while, but deep down, he was actually worried. Guevara's arrival had made him feel more comfortable. Han Jin smiled and said, “This is Sir Guevara.”

 “Dragon knight Guevara?!” Majordomo Gail was shocked.

 “You are…” Guevara softly asked.

 ” I'm Gail. I have been working for Sir Solomon.” Majordomo Gail slightly bowed.

 “The left hand of darkness ?!” Guevara's eyes became bright.

 “Hehe… That was a nickname which was indiscriminately given to me while my friend and I were joking around. I didn't expect you to have heard of it.” Majordomo Gail laughed.

 “Hello.” Yalina stood next to Majordomo Gail and respectfully bowed to Guevara.

 “This is… Solomon's daughter?” Guevara saw that Yalina's position was slightly forward compared to Gail's, and he immediately knew.

 “Yes.”

  Guevara carefully looked at Yalina. Because she had initially planned to join the battle, she had already taken out her magic wand. The fighting spirit on her face had not faded, giving others a feeling of arrogance. Coupled with one of the best-looking faces in the world, it was particularly eye-catching. Even Guevara can't help but look at her for a bit longer.

  “Soloman has an outstanding daughter.” Guevara sighed. A thought suddenly came to him which caused a gleam of sorrow flashed through his eyes.

 The surrounding mercenaries looked at one another. For them, the name Guevara was not unfamiliar. About twenty years ago, Guevara was a smashing, incredible general who had badly beaten up Dismark, the leader of Holy Crown City, and then retracted to his old nest, not daring to show up for a few years. Plus, even if they didn't know who Guevara was, they would still know the meaning of the word ‘dragon slayer'.

 Also, Majordomo Gail, who had confronted Guevara, certainly wasn't someone simple either, because Guevara was speaking to him in a respectful tone.

  Accurately speaking, Isolated Cliff City was a paradise for ordinary senior professionals. But if one's strength reached the top-grade or even higher, they wouldn't choose to stay in the city under normal circumstances. The benefits gained in the games from all over the world were far more valuable than completing missions. Plus, the feeling of controlling the life and death of countless people was definitely not the same as just acquiring several top-grade magic crystals.

  The appearance of Han Jin had already become the focus of the entire city, and now, several of the strongest had come together. This was a grand occasion that had never been seen before in Isolated Cliff City.

  “Sir Raphael, you see…” Juventus walked over with a wry smile.

  “Let me introduce.” Han Jin turned and said, “This is the president of the Mercenary Association.”

 “Actually, it's vice president,” Juventus hurriedly corrected him.

 Han Jin smiled and pulled Winston over. “This is my good friend, Winston. This is Saxon, this is Paul, and this is Judy. They are all members of the Reaper Mercenary Squad.”

 Everyone greeted Guevara warmly. Guevara wasn't someone egotistic, and to boot, Han Jin was eagerly introducing them to him. Even if he didn't care about the others, he had to still care about Han Jin's feelings. Therefore, his attitude was very friendly.

 “Let's find a place to talk; it's not convenient here.” Han Jin looked around. “Winston, let's go back to your place.”

 “Sure,” Winston immediately replied. “How about this, Saxon and I will return first and prepare.” He even gave Han Jin a look before leaving.

 Even Han Jin didn't know what Winston was up to. However, Winston had already said that he would be preparing for it, so Han Jin would have to give him some time. Since Sylner's home was right behind them, all of them just went in.

 The members of the Mercenary Association rushed into the room, but it was too late to clean it up. Therefore, they could only sacrifice their sleeves to sweep the dust off the tables and chairs.

  Sylner's house wasn't big. There are only five chairs in the living room for guests; Han Jin, Guevara, Yalina, Gail, and Juventus each had one. Even Sunier didn't have a chair and stood next to Han Jin. Steelberg naturally stood on the other side of Han Jin, but he was acting weird; he was constantly sneaking looks at Sunier. He was supposed to stand there because he was Han Jin's servant, but what about Sunier?

 Guevara also noticed it. His vision was unconsciously moving back and forth between Han Jin and Sunier, causing her to blush. She and Guevara had the strangest relationship. Initially, they were mortal enemies, but now? She didn't even know how to describe it any more.

 The first thing that everyone talked about was the cause of the conflict. Before this, when Guevara and Steelberg had walked into the house, the mercenaries of the Mercenary Association had immediately rushed in. Their tone was very unfriendly. Guevara obviously wouldn't endure their contempt, and that resulted in him giving the mercenaries a lesson. The mercenaries who escaped then told Guevara to watch out. Then, Juventus and Winston angrily barged in, later followed by Han Jin.

 This wasn't even a huge problem. As Juventus had repeatedly apologized, Guevara wouldn't hold a grudge either. Therefore, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

  As the saying went, the older the ginger, the spicier it would be. For young people like Yalina, if they felt disgusted deep inside, there would more or less be some traces on their faces, but Guevara and Gail would not make such low-level mistakes. Moreover, meeting like this was an opportunity. There was a chance that they might be friends, so they would obviously try to make the atmosphere more cordial – or at least, they would not provoke each other.

 After chatting for a while, Saxon finally ran back, inviting Han Jin and the rest to head back for dinner.

  Although he already knew what Winston was up to, he hadn't expected it to be this grand. From afar, the snow on the street in front of the Reaper Mercenary Base had been cleared up. At the gate, there were about seventeen to eighteen girls lined up in two rows, quietly waiting to serve them.

 As he got closer, Han Jin recognized them. They were the slaves that had been brought by the magicians of Cold Shadow City!

 After the magicians of Cold Shadow City had surrendered, there had been two different opinions from the Mercenary Association as to how they should deal with the slaves. One side said to sell, while the other said to restore their freedom. Both sides had their reasons. Plus, Han Jin's current debt had not been replenished. Of course, the Mercenary Association did not care about the small amount of money, but they knew that Han Jin needed a large number of magic crystals. Therefore, the Mercenary Association had decided to take in all the slaves, and in return, gave them magic crystals. They thought that this would definitely please Han Jin, but the latter was more far-sighted. Since they had already offended Cold Shadow City, it would be better to get help from these slaves. By restoring their freedom, they would be a helping hand to them. Their built-up hatred from the destruction of their homeland, along with the humiliation that they had to bear, wouldn't be so easily forgotten.

  However, the Mercenary Association only had the right to propose an idea. They could not make the decision, because Hogan had only surrendered to Han Jin. But, halfway through, Han Jin had gone to rescue Cessacioun and handed them over to Winston. He then went back to retreat, but he had never said a word about what to do about them. The Mercenary Association had no other choice but to book over twenty large hotels for the slaves. It was a huge sum of money to provide accommodations along with meals and guards to look after them, but this was what made their plan clever. I'll put forth my actions without saying anything, and by the time you come to notice it in the future, it's already too late; you will have already owed me too much. Even if they couldn't be comrades in the future, they wouldn't be ruthless enough to treat them harshly right? But of course, the mercenaries dared to take the risk because they had been carefully observing Han Jin's actions and his attitudes toward his friends, thus inferring Han Jin's preferences and personality traits. They believed that their efforts would bring them promising returns.

 As the full-fledged ‘agent', Winston had the rights to command the slaves as he pleased. Otherwise, he wouldn't have enough people to help him set up the entire place.

 “This is where you live?” Guevara was a bit shocked. He was looking at all the beautiful girls lined up, and the red carpet that stretched all the way from the hall to the streets.

 “I don't know.” Han Jin bitterly smiled. ” I don't recognize it anymore.”

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