Han Jin wanted to cry, but had no tears. He felt distressed, but in this place, no one would understand his feelings.
For the entire night, he had served as a cook, and as a gourmet who had ended up swallowing three human-faced eagles. The energy that he had absorbed within the past couple hours was more than what he had accumulated since he had come to this world. When dawn approached, he felt a little tired and decided to have a rest before he continued his great course of energy accumulation.
At this moment, he was a happy man. He had seen hope, and had also grasped onto his hope.
However, everything changed when he woke up. All the remaining bodies of the human-faced eagles had been burnt by Moxinke and Cessacioun. For Han Jin, those bodies were as precious as treasures, but for the others, they were just dead bodies which would decay and stink in a few days. Their wooden shed was not far from those bodies, and they didn't want to live with the odor around them.
What a pathetic feeling it would be if a millionaire with countless concubines and treasures in his dreams woke up and found himself penniless...
HanJin nearly went ballistic. The only fortunate thing was that he never left the best for last. The largest human-faced eagle had already become the energy in his body, otherwise he would likely be out of control and want to duel with Moxinke.
"Come on, what are you thinking?" Sunier called Han Jin. They all felt he that was a little strange today. In the past, the most attractive thing to him was eating, but now he just sat on the hillside like a statue.
Han Jin restrained his indignation and rude words, slowly walked down, and sat lazily next to Moxinke. After all, they did it for a good reason.
Moxinke knocked Han Jin with his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." He replied listlessly, pondering whether he should tell them his secret or not in order to avoid a similar situation. But … could he really trust them?
"You are lying!" Moxinke said.
Han Jin didn't reply anymore. He just took out a bag and threw it on the ground. "These are our rewards from yesterday."
Cessacioun opened the bag. A few water-blue magic crystals rolled out. He knitted his brows. "You can't keep magic crystals like this! They are unstable objects. In case something happened, they would explode and might even kill you."
"Then what should I do?"
"You should keep them separately."
"Are you kidding me?" Han Jin pointed to Steelberg. "He had hundreds of magic crystals from the black ravens in his pocket. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"They are different. The higher the magic crystals' grade, the more unstable their elements are." Cessacioun shook his head.
"If you trust me, I can keep it for you," Sunier interrupted them lightly.
Then Cessacioun passed the crystals to her. Since she had a space ring, she must be the most suitable person to keep these crystals. No one would have objection.
"Cessacioun, how much are these magic crystals worth?" Han Jin asked.
"The largest one can be sold for at least twenty, and at most fifty golden coins. While the others, they are worth around ten golden coins all together."
"What a great gap in price!" Han Jin was astonished.
"Yes, indeed." Cessacioun nodded.
"As Sunier said yesterday, a war is breaking out. I suppose the price of magic crystals will soar," HanJin said. "Since we have nothing else to do now, why don't we hunt more and collect more magic crystals. Money is a good thing. Wherever we go in the future, to Bietman, Holy Crown City, or even further away from here, we can still have money to support ourselves."
"I have no objection. It's all up to you," Cessacioun replied.
"I'm a swordsman; hunting is one of my old jobs." Moxinke gave a hearty laugh.
"Why not," Sunier said, but her face was expressionless, as if she either despised the magic crystals or the task of hunting.
"Cessacioun, how much will it cost us to each buy a space ring?" Han Jin asked again.
Hearing this, Sunier gave out a loud laugh. "Are you really thinking about that?" Cessacioun asked.
"What's wrong?"
"If we can get this much every day..." Cessacioun pointed to the magic crystals in Sunier's hand. "Then we can afford it after three years."
"I never expected you to be so rich, Sunier!" Han Jin eyes lit up. For him, money was an inexhaustible source of energy!
"I am not rich. This space ring was a gift from my mother." Sunier shook her head. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be here with you."
"It's the same." Moxinke suddenly exclaimed, "I already have a way to make a fortune!"
"What is it?" Han Jin's spirits rose.
"We can pretend to kidnap Sunier and ask her family to pay some amount of a ransom." Moxinke explained his plan while observing the expression on Sunier's face. "Of course, the ultimate purpose is to get the money… we won't go too far."
"Are you out of your mind, Moxinke?" Cessacioun was amused. " You shouldn't make such jokes."
"It's a good idea. If you are not afraid of the Gothic Bow in my brother's hand, I will cooperate with you," Sunier said ironically.
"Forget it. I know you didn't say this sincerely."
"You're hilarious. Did you really expect me to sincerely cooperate with you and blackmail my own family?" Sunier was amused too.
"It is not certain. Anyway, you will have your share if we get the money. Isn't it a win-win situation?"
"The point is, why should I share the money with you? If I want money, I can ask it from my brother by myself." Sunier couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"That's enough. Let's be serious," Cessacioun interrupted. "Let's discuss the task of hunting. Raphael and Steelberg have no fighting abilities. How should we distribute it among us three?"
"You and Moxinke go together. I can hunt alone." Sunier said in a low voice, "And both of you should go for today. I will stay here and take care of Miss Keeley. I will go hunt tomorrow."
Cessacioun and Moxinke looked at each other. It turned out that Han Jin was right. Sunier mentioned that she was a treasure huntress the first time they met. If so, she was just a fifth-grade professional, but her distribution was somewhat unfair. Moxinke was a high-grade swordsman, a sixth-grade professional. In a normal sense, he should hunt alone. Instead, Sunier and Cessacioun should go together since the two fifth-grade professionals could take care of each other. Obviously, Sunier was quite confident in her own strength.
"It's settled then." Moxinke stood up and picked up his giant sword.
"What about me? Shouldn't I be doing something as well?" Han Jin pointed to his own nose.
"We are not that poor that we have to have our prophet hunt." Cessacioun gave a broad grin.