Warlord of Chaos

Chapter 77: Norms

Translator: Wuxia Dog Editor: Wuxia Dog

Afterspending some of his time specially to strengthen his physicalagilitysince the assassination in the tunnel several months ago, Han Jin’s response have been quickened greatly. He dodged the dagger immediately by backing up a few steps upon noticing the coming cold light, even though all happened in a sudden.

The man breaking into Han Jin’s room was struck dumbly with an anxious look on his face when his assaultfailed. But he moved a few quick steps forward and approached Han Jin again. “Don’t move!” He ordered.

Han Jin did not listen to him. Even a woman would shout in this case, let him alone, a man who would never resign himself to extinction. Han Jin stepped a pace back the second time and made waves of his right arm.A puff of glaring light of fire sparked out.

The man was shocked and darted out from aside without any delay. The fire ball brushed against his shoulder and hit the wall precisely. With a loud sound of collision, a big hole appeared on the wall.

“Damn, what happened??” Moxinke cursed in the distance.

“You are a magician?!” Exclaimed the assassin with his teeth gritting. Then his body was fading gradually and finally disappeared from the air.

Han Jin revealed a sneer. After a swing of his hand, a wooden puppet emerged from the place where the assassin disappeared. It stretched out its arms and thumped around randomly.

These aimless strikes hit the man someplace on his body. He stumbled to turn visible again and knelt down heavily onto ground. Han Jin saw clearly two black arrows on his back. Fresh red blood was still flowing down from his deep wounds. He must be hurt for a short time, at most within half an hour.

“You...” the assassin struggled to look up and say something. But the wooden puppet had already reached himand pounded him with its two fists held together.

The man lay on the ground, looking at the coming fists, too weak to dodge them. The fists of the wooden puppet pounded his back heavily, tearing his wounds, which madehis blood splash out in all directions. He let out a moan and collapsed to the ground.

“What happened?” Moxinke rushed in, holding his sword, and exclaimed when he saw the assassin on the ground,”Who is this guy?”

When Han Jin wanted to reply, the voice of Cessacioun came from outside, “Wake up! Wake up! Quick...”

Han Jin was shocked. He had no emotion to deal with this unidentified man anymore,but hurried rushed out from his room, and nearly bumped into Cessacioun who was dashing to him. “Hurry up!” Cessacioun gasped, “Get our stuff ready and leave here as soon as possible. The soldiers are coming to us!”

Sunier also went out from the principal room, inclined her ear and listened attentively. “It’s too late. They have knights.” She shook her head.

“Why will they come to us so suddenly?” Moxinke exclaimed, “We have not offended them at all.”

Han Jin looked back at the unconscious man quietly. After a long time he said, “Perhaps, they are coming for him. Throw him outside.”

Not long later, a group of knightsrushed in. It was a small village, and the figure outside on the ground could be found easily, so it was no need to waste time and energy to search him house by house. A knight dismounted and strode to the lying figure, grabbing his hair rudely. “My Lord, it’s him!”He turned around and shouted after a clear look at the figure.

“Young master... Young master...” someone in the group of knights burst into cry.

Along the direction of the cry, Han Jin saw an old man in his fifties being tied with his hands behind the back. He was struggling fiercely and fell down from the horse. The knight who failed to grab him cursed something and held out his lance. The moment the old man tried to climb up from the ground, the lance had been lashed on his thighfrom behind like a viper.

“Ha ha...” The other knights roared in laughter when they heard the old man moaning.

Modesty, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, faith, honesty and justice, these should be the norms for knights. However, this world had been in chaos for such a long time that knights had deteriorated from the keepers of righteousness into the tools of rulers. There might still be knights kept in mind these norms, but absolutely not the guys laughing there.

“Young master...”the old man cried. He was unable to stand up due to his tied hands and injured leg. But still he wriggled towards the unconscious man slowly with difficulty.

Han Jin’s heart had a sharp beat. The cry of the old man reminded him of the first day he came to this world, when Steelberg called his name again and again with the same dismal voice. But now, he just moved his eyesight away, for fear of getting themselves into trouble.

“Young master...” The old man kept cryingand finally reached the young man. He knocked at him with his arms, trying to wake him up. But the young man was hurt too seriously both for his injury before and later punches received by the wooden puppet. It was impossible for him to wake up within a short time.

“Old thing, why bother?” A Knight sneered, “Come with us to see the castellan.”

“You... you are a herd of beasts!” The old man stared at him sharply and growled with all his strength.

“What did you say?” The knight’s expression turned ferocious.

“Youkedo, do you forget how old master treated you in the past? If it were not old master, you beast can have today?!” The old man continued without a trace of fear, “But what have you done to him and to young master?!”

“Old thing. The castellan asked us to capture Reg alive, but not you! I allow you to go with us just for young master’s sake.” The knight said in an insidious tone, “If you dare to say that again...”

The tone of the knight was very tough, but it still showed the white feather. He called the young man ‘young master’, and left some leeway for both himself and the old man.

But the old man did not seem to appreciate it. He knelt on the ground and sat up with his head as the support, then he sneered, “Don’t forget how you acted to please the old master and young master, Youkedo. Ho ho... you were just like a dog wagging your tail for food. What are you gonna to do if I call you beast again? Beast ! Beast ! Beast...”

The knight’s face turned ghastly pale. He suddenly held his lance and rushed to the old man. Perhaps the old man had prepared to die.He raised his head and cursed louder and louder, until the lance thrust into his mouth and pierced out from his hindneck.

“Pooh!” The knight spat to the old man and raised his lance to throw away the dead body .

Tears were shedding down from Miss Keeley’s eyes. She was deeply touched by the old man’s loyalty and braveness, which reminded her of the guards who died together with the Human-faced Eagles to protect her. She nearly burst into cry.