Chapter 132 Downstream

  Han Jin and Lei Zhe silently looked at Paul, although Guevara had made it clear that if they really wanted to help Paul, they should kill him, but who could bear to do it?

  After waking up from his coma, the black spots on Paul's face spread even faster. Although there was no mirror, he could feel the changes on his face and involuntarily reached out to touch them. However, the black spots burst with just a light touch, resulting in him feeling more pain as he touched them, and his anguished cries grew sharper. The more painful it became, the more he wanted to understand what was happening to his face, and the more he wanted to touch it.

  Paul suddenly darted out and rushed towards the soldiers who were on guard, the soldiers were frightened out of their wits and hastily raised their long guns at Paul.

  "What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Paul shouted, not even looking at the long guns, stretching out his hand to try and grab a soldier. The soldier didn't dare really attack him, nor did he dare let Paul grab him, so he could only swing his gun back and forth while retreating.

  "Kill him." Lei Zhe gritted his teeth and said.

  Those threatened soldiers hastily turned their long guns and stabbed at Paul, who as a Seventh-Order Great Knight, did not react in any way, still screaming: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me......"

  With a few grunts, the long spears all pierced Paul's body, his eyes fixed on a soldier, but his voice had become low: "What happened to me..." He said as he walked forward, with each step, several long spears came out from behind him, but he seemed to feel nothing, still stretching out his hand to grab the soldier.

  The soldier could no longer bear it, let out a loud cry, dropped his long spear and took off running, not daring to look back until he had run tens of meters away. The other soldiers followed suit, throwing down their spears and retreating to one side.

  Paul stared blankly as he turned his body, looking at the generals who were extremely familiar with him in daily life, and finally his gaze fell on Leizhe: "General... General. What's wrong with me..."

  "General Paul..." Lei Zhe's voice trailed off, his teeth clenched in a loud grit.

  Paul's vitality was finally exhausted, and he slowly fell forward. The several long guns with different angles happened to hold his body in mid-air. Then, the several long guns slowly came out from behind him. And his body was getting closer and closer to the ground. When he touched the ground for an instant, everything stopped.

  "Someone's coming. Let's bury General Paul..." Lei Zhe said slowly: "You few, be careful! There should be a powerful Deep Abyssal Race lurking nearby."

  "Be careful, General!" a general said.

  "After all, I am a high-ranking thief. It's not that easy to plot against me." Lei Ze's voice was filled with hatred: "I hope they come looking for me!"

  Rumors spread quickly in the military camp. The soldiers were all panicked. Something like this happened. Naturally, there was no way to continue marching. The death of a battalion commander would not affect the overall situation. But Paul was the commander of the cavalry regiment and his position was equivalent to Lang Ning's. He was only inferior to Lang Ning in terms of influence and actual status. Moreover, more than a dozen of Paul's personal guards also fell ill together with him. If this matter is not investigated thoroughly, it will have a very negative impact on morale.

  Han Jin returned to his residence. Xian Ni Er and others came forward: "What happened? Why did I hear someone screaming miserably over there?" Xian Ni Er asked with concern.

  Paul is a Seventh-Order Great Knight. Extremely powerful. So his voice can spread far away. However, as a high-ranking professional, before dying, he can only shout out a few times with a hoarse throat. It's somewhat sad. Han Jin had a kind of solemn feeling and said in a low voice: "General Paul is dead."

  "How did he die?"

  "Affected by the curse, the touch of corrosion." Han Jin said: "Xian Ni Er, how much do you know about this curse?"

  "Is it a curse of the Abyssal race? That... Gwala, what did he say?"

  "He didn't say anything and just left."

  "I don't know much about the Abyssal race, but... how was General Paul cursed?" Xanier said with a surprised face: "Can those Abyssal professionals sneak into the military camp? This is unlikely!"

  "What's wrong with that? Didn't Raphael once sneak into Zagunede's military camp?"

  "What magic does Raphael possess?" Sasuke asked.

  "General Paul? He's not a good man..." Little Joseph said suddenly.

  "Shut up!" Sasou shouted. Neither of them held military rank, and making careless remarks about a general was most unbecoming, likely to provoke conflict.

  Little Joseph was startled and hastily hid inside the tent.

  "He's still young, don't scare him." Han Jin smiled: "Before finding out those hidden Deep Abyssal races, everyone be careful, don't go out and walk around randomly! Understand? Mo Xinkuo, don't pout! The most terrifying thing about the Deep Abyssal races is that they quietly take action underground. Lei Zhe just told me that Paulo was a 7th rank Great Knight, but he didn't understand what happened until his death!"

  "Alright, alright, I didn't say I was going out." Mo Xinkai muttered to himself: "My tooth hurts, and exercising my cheek muscles doesn't work?"

  The whole day passed in idleness, the vigilance of the military camp became even more severe, in order to keep an eye on the two treasures in the team, so that they wouldn't go out and look for trouble, Han Jin simply sat dryly in the camp all day.

  Until dusk, Leizhe walked in slowly, and the suffocating Mo Xinkou hurried to greet him: "How is it? Leizhe, do you have any news? Have those guys who released the curse been caught?"

  Han Jin glanced at Lei Zhe and saw his solemn expression, knowing that things had definitely fallen through.

  As expected, Lei Zhe shook his head: "The master went out for a walk today and didn't find anything."

  "What did he say?"

  "He said... it's very suspicious."

  "Hmm... I think he's getting old?" Xian Ni'er said with a cold smile.

  Leizhe shrugged his shoulders. Compared to his father, Knight Connor, there was a huge gap in certain aspects. Leizhe was much more agile, whether it was his personality or the way he handled things. If Connor were here and heard someone use impolite language to evaluate Gwala, he would definitely be furious. But Leizhe chose to pretend he hadn't heard it. After all, contradictions did exist. As long as no substantial harm was done and the words weren't too excessive, he could tolerate it.

  "This is for you." Leizhe took out a small golden flag.

  "What's this place used for?" Mo Xing asked curiously.

  "The master thinks that the professionals of those deep-sea races might sneak in at night, so tonight's vigilance must be stricter than during the day. If you want to go out, it's best to bring this with you, otherwise the soldiers won't let you wander around."

  "If I hold this thing and let soldiers salute me, will they listen to me?"

  "If there's nothing else, I'll be off," said Leizhe. He had already gotten used to Mo Xinke's erratic thinking, no other way about it. Just like with Xian Ni'er, just ignore him and that would be fine.

  Lei Zhe turned around and walked out of the tent. Mo Xinkuo waved a small flag a few times, chuckled and said: "I'll go try it out."

  "Give me the flag." Han Jin said with a helpless expression.

  Mo Xinkedi's face fell, he had been holding it in all day, and finally there was something fun to do, but Han Jin wouldn't let him go out, how frustrating! But when you're under someone else's roof, you can't not lower your head, so he reluctantly handed the little flag over to Han Jin.

  Han Jin took over the small flag. His eyes swept to a smiling Little Joseph, and he suddenly moved: "Little Joseph, come here."

  Little Joseph hurried over: "Sir, is there something wrong?"

  "You said this morning. That General Paul is not a good person, what bad things has he done?"

  "This..." Little Joseph hesitated for a moment, looking around left and right.

  "We're all family here, don't worry. No one will go out and talk nonsense."

  Little Joseph looked at each of them one by one, Xanier, Sasou, all were fine, and finally his gaze stopped on Mo Xin Ke: "Can Lord Mo Xin Ke also guarantee?"

  "Damn it! You little rabbit!" Mo Xinko was first greatly embarrassed, then greatly enraged: "What do you mean? Am I that kind of person who likes to go out and talk nonsense?"

  "Cough... Mo Xinkē, you just be a guarantor." Han Jin said.

  "Yes, and don't even mention Little Joseph, we can't trust you either." Sasou piled on.

  "If you don't want to guarantee it, then get out and don't listen!" Xanier even had the intention of kicking Mosike out with one foot.

  "You... be good!" Mo Xinko said angrily, if he considered his own dignity, he should have walked out without looking back, but the secret would not be heard, which made him feel like he was better off dead! Mo Xinko hesitated for a moment, and finally made a choice: "I guarantee that I will never speak of what I heard today! Is that okay?! Hmph!"

  "Seniel-sama, but... let Moshiko-sama go." Little Joseph said hesitantly.

  "I...!" Mo Xinkai was so angry that he rolled his eyes, and for a moment, the usually bold and sharp-tongued him didn't know what to say. After being speechless for half a day, he took out something from his pocket: "Here! You must be looking for this!"

  Little Jo pushed forward, no longer mentioning the matter of letting Mochin go out. He stuck out his tongue and then opened his mouth to say: "A few days ago, we were still in Nuremberg. One time I was bored and went out for a stroll, and ended up running into the prisoner-of-war camp. Just as it happened, I saw that Paul was beating up prisoners. His appearance... was simply too crazy."

  "Beat the captive? You'd better say it carefully."

  "He made an abyssal woman kneel there, and even stripped off all her clothes. I saw it with my own eyes! He slapped the abyssal woman's back and buttocks with his hands, bumped into her with his body, and even bit her with his teeth... Oh God... The abyssal woman was so pitiful! Her cries became hoarse, and then Paul even grabbed the abyssal woman's hair..."

  "Wait, did you see what he used to knock down that Deep Abyss Witch?" Mo Xingke's expression became very strange.

  "Despicable! You're outrageous!!" Shilna shrieked, her face having turned bright red.

  "What is vulgarity! This is an important question, Raphael, don't you think?"