Even the mayor of the town was treated in this manner, let alone the peasants. Those who slowed down a little would be harshly lashed at by the knights. Although they didn't release their fighting spirits, the knights were strong men, so as the whip fell harshly on their bodies, it completely destroyed their robes and skin. The wounds left on their skin was so deep it was as though they had been cut by sharp blades. Blood and crushed flesh splattered everywhere with each beating. Everyone, regardless of whether man or woman, old or young, would immediately fall to the ground after being whipped by those sturdy knights. Those with stronger bodies could still withstand it with a loud cry, but the physically weak ones would just fall and lose consciousness immediately.
Han Jin stood there and watched them coldly. Some of the knights were extremely violent, while a small number of them just drove through the crowd by pushing and kicking; though fierce, they were already considered merciful compared to the ones with whips.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky. However warm the sun was, it couldn't drive away the sorrow in their hearts. Thousands of men and women who had been driven to the square stayed silent as if they were waiting for something.
The knights then divided themselves into squads and began their house searches. The way they broke into the houses was violent, but their way of searching was even more violent. The sound of glass breaking and things being smashed could be heard from time to time.
"These lunatics are running around like wild ducks; why isn't there anyone to stop them?" Han Jin asked Steelberg in a very low voice. But before Steelberg could answer, someone standing behind him said, "My young master, could you please shut up… They are household troops from Holy Crown City!"
Han Jin turned to the direction where the voice had come from and saw Svanti, the leader of the town's enforcement team, who was bending his waist and trying to hide his tall figure as if he would be safer that way. Under such circumstances, their former contradictions were of no account at all. They gazed at each other and showed bitter smiles by coincidence.
The knights acted quickly. Not long after, they had returned after turning the whole town upside down. Seeing the knights come back empty-handed, the expression on the face of white-robed young man became even colder. As his disappointment grew stronger, his rage grew fiercer. A trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes. It was so clear and sharp that even Han Jin, who stood a hundred meters away, could feel its chill.
When all the knights came back, the young man swung his white robe and walked towards his horse.
"My lord, what about them..." the knight beside him whispered.
"Kill them all!" The young man's answer echoed over the town.
Kill them all?! Han Jin couldn't believe his own ears.There were thousands of people in this square, and they were all to be killed just because he couldn't find Miss Keeley??
Not only Han Jin, but even the knights were shocked. They didn't move for a moment, but it was an order Twenty of them pulled out their swords and rushed towards the crowd. The mayor of the town, Manhanna, was the least lucky one; his head was cut off before he could even react. Next, his daughter, the girl who Steelberg once peeked at, had her neck cut off by a sharp sword.
The crowd fled in all directions like a hornet's nest which had been stabbed, everyone screaming and running. Han Jin had nearly given up all his hope until he saw some knights around the edges of the square being hesitant and reluctant to kill the masses; maybe they also thought that the order was too ridiculous and cruel.
But this was not the right time to think. He turned around and ran along with the crowd. His body had been transformed several times, thus running was just a piece of cake for him. Steelberg, though not that good in terms of physical quality, was also running fast with all his potential behind Han Jin. Moxinke hid his badge and carried his sword under his armpit. He ran unsteadily and with a funny posture like a duck. He did this deliberately to keep away from the attention of the aggressive men. If he was to be caught by someone, then they would be in trouble.
Moxinke didn't dare release his fighting spirit while the knights did not release their own fighting spirits. The knights just waved their swords randomly, and occasionally cut down one or two people. The vast majority of the crowd rushed out from the sides.
Just as they were about to leave the town, Moxinke suddenly accelerated his speed. He grabbed Steelberg, who was slowing down, and put him on his shoulder. A few steps later, he surpassed Han Jin and said in a dully voice, "Come on, keep up!"
Han Jin took a deep breath. His speed suddenly increased and he closely followed Moxinke without using his energy. What a damn world!! Who knew what misfortune would occur in the future. The energy he had accumulated was the last weapon to keep himself safe, thus he would not use it until the last moment.
Those who were fleeing, ran across the field screaming, crying, and roaring. For the residents of Radon Town, this was the most heartrending day; it was as miserable as the end of the world.
The three swam across the Cui River and rushed into a jungle at the foot of the mountain before they finally rested. As soon as Steelberg was put down onto the ground by Moxinke, food and gastric juice gushed out from his mouth. He felt extremely dizzy and nauseated after being jolted all the way, and it was as if his stomach had been undergoing the overwhelming force of an avalanche.
"Damn it… Who said that Lord Dismark was a good person?!" Steelberg cried weakly.
"Be content. If it was Lord Zaganide of Black Raven City, your head would have already been separated from your body." Moxinke slumped to the ground.
While they were talking, more and more people rushed into the jungle, while those already there moved even deeper into the jungle. Though they didn't know where to go, they thought it would be safer if they could go further than the others.
"Moxinke, tell me, if the knights had really killed all the people in the town, would they be subjected to any punishment?" Han Jin asked word by word.
"Punishment? Are you kidding me? Do you know who those knights are?" Moxinke sneered.
"Of course, they are household troops of Holy Crown City."
"Then who would punish them? Dismark?" Moxinke shook his head. "The household troops are Dismark's main army group! Unless..."
"Unless Dismark doesn't want his position be kept." Han Jin sighed.
"That's one way to put it."
Han Jin sat down by Moxinke. Both of them lowered their heads in silence. What had happened today was too astonishing to Han Jin. As a man from modern times, the most bloody scene he had seen was nothing compared with this. He found his experience useless in this world that had a totally different culture and society. If he had known this earlier, he would have run away as fast as he could when he had been informed of Miss Keeley's departure.
"What are you thinking about, Prophet?" Moxinke asked curiously.
When called a prophet by this big fellow, Han Jin became dumbfounded. He threw away Moxinke's arm that was over his shoulder and asked, "What shall we do next?"
"You are a prophet; you tell me." Moxinke grinned.
His nervous face had eased within such a short time. Han Jin couldn't help but stare at Moxinke for a while; this big fellow must have gone through a lot of similar situations.
"I have never been out of this town; how would I know?"
"You have never been out?" Moxinke was shocked.
"Mm."
"But… you seem to know a lot of things?"
"I learn them from books."
Steelberg could not help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Han Jin stared at him.
Moxinke looked at Han Jin and Steelberg. He faintly felt that Han Jin was hiding something. Moments later, Moxinke slowly said, "We can either return to Radon Town at night, or head north to Beitman."
"Return to Radon Town? Are you crazy?!" Steelberg exclaimed.
"That guy did this just for the sake of venting." Han Jin stared at the figures running on the field. "If he had meant to kill us all for some purpose, then none of us would have been able to escape."
"You are right." Moxinke nodded.
"Even if you're right, we shouldn't go back, Young Master!"
"It is indeed a bit dangerous if we go back." Han Jin's line of sight fell upon Moxinke. "Moxinke, what kind of place is Beitman ?"
"Beitman... It's a mysterious country with both danger and opportunity. Newcomers think it's disordered there, but if you live there for a long enough time, you will figure out the rules. And when you think you already know all its rules, you will see all the chaos that is covered by the rules."
"You thought of these words yourself?"
"My teacher told me, ho ho..."
"Where is your teacher now?"
Moxink's face darkened. He shook his head and said, "Let's not speak of this anymore."