The Demon Lords-Chapter 781 - 170: Drunk _6

Do you think you'vepassed the test? Remember this: among the Seven Demonic Kings, the one best at deciphering people's hearts and playing dirty tricks, a certain blind man, isn't even here yet. When Blind Man arrives, Zheng Fan can listen to his opinion. If Blind Man says to kill, then Lord Zheng won't feel the slightest reluctance; he'll just chop him down and be done with it. After the execution, he'll send someone to secretly inform Lord Jingnan. If Blind Man says it's fine, that we can play with him under controllably risky conditions, then great, we'll play.

Sigh. Having seven demonic kings as subordinates provides such a sense of security; for every matter, there's a professional to cover your back.

"Take him away, Ah Li."

Fanli walked over. Before the Wild King could pay his final respects to Zheng Fan, Fanli picked him up and took him away.

"San'er, keep an eye on him for a while. It's going to be a tough job."

"Understood, My lord."

This man must not cause any problems; he must be strictly guarded. However, Zheng Fan was definitely at ease entrusting this matter to Xue Three.

"You don't need to guard him for long. He wanted to be imprisoned alive, didn't he? After Blind Man and Siniang have moved here, put him and Shatuo Queshi in the same cell."

"HEH HEH HEH." Xue Three promptly flattered, "My lord, that's brilliant, brilliant!"

Zheng Fan smiled, stood up, and walked out, ready to stretch his legs.

After being provoked by the Wild King, Lord Zheng felt an urge to raise troops and declare a new dynasty that very day. No, no, no. He needed to go out and get some cool air to calm himself down.

He walked aimlessly in the city. In truth, he hadn't gone far, as there weren't many places in the city worth strolling through right now.

Subsequently, he wandered into another small courtyard, where the Sword Saint resided.

Zheng Fan signaled the attendant inside to leave. When he entered the room, he saw the Sword Saint reclining on the bed, propped up by a stack of blankets.

"Your complexion is improving."

Zheng Fan casually pulled a stool over to sit by the bed.

"She's sent a letter."

"Hmm? Oh."

Zheng Fan understood. Glancing over, he indeed saw a letter placed on the bed.

A Ming had gone back to notify them about the move. He brought with him the list of sacrifices and rewards, as well as many letters from soldiers to their families.

Initially, everyone had written a last will. But after the battle, for some, their last wills became letters home; for others, they truly became their last testaments.

Afterward, while Shengle was busy with the arrangements for the move, they also quickly relayed the letters from this side via fast horse.

Beacon fires blaze for three months; a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. In this era, for soldiers stationed far from home, a letter from family was truly too important.

The Sword Saint had also received a letter from home. There was no need to guess who had sent it.

The Sword Saint sighed.

Lord Zheng blurted, "Don't pretend."

An awkward expression appeared on the Sword Saint's face.

"If you want to laugh, go ahead; if you're happy, just enjoy it."

You may only know how to use a sword, but when it comes to the talent and routines for playing such tricks, you're still far too lacking. What, were you hoping I'd misunderstand first and comfort you? Then you'd tell me the truth, and then watch my stunned reaction while you laughed heartily? Heh. I simply won't give you this chance to feel that satisfaction.

"HEHEHE... COUGH, COUGH…"

The Sword Saint started laughing, then coughed.

Zheng Fan walked over, patted the Sword Saint's back, and said, "You should take it slow."

The Sword Saint complained discontentedly, "This laugh... isn't as satisfying as I imagined."

"Oh, that's my mistake. I apologize."

After repositioning the Sword Saint comfortably, Zheng Fan pointed to the letter and asked, "What's in it?"

"I said I didn't want to test people's hearts; you promised me."

Zheng Fan frowned slightly, spread his hands, and said with great innocence, "I truly did nothing."

"But she didn't receive the military merit silver I got in exchange for those thousand heads!"

That was a terrifying amount of reward money. Moreover, the Sword Saint didn't want it converted into military merits for promotion; he had chosen to exchange it all for silver. It could be said that such a huge sum of money was enough to sway many a woman's heart, making her tell you quite purely, 'I'm not after your silver, I'm only after you for being old, for not liking to bathe.'

"I didn't do it."

Upon hearing this answer, the Sword Saint pondered for a moment, seemingly having figured something out, and said, "Then it must have been my disciple who did it."

It was the sword maid. Only she, remaining in Shengle, had the ability to do this.

"Oh, come on. It doesn't matter if it was her or not. You were the one who said you didn't want to test people's hearts, but after testing and getting the result you wanted, you're the one who's pleased, right?"

The Sword Saint reluctantly nodded; he truly couldn't refute Zheng Fan's words.

Then, he said, "She said that since we had already eaten together, the matter was settled. Even if I were paralyzed and bedridden for the rest of my life, she would take care of me for a lifetime."

"Happy?"

"Ha...happy."

"Touched?"

"Touched."

"Ah, how I envy you."

Upon hearing these words, the expression on the Sword Saint's face relaxed.

PHEW. That felt good.

Zheng Fan felt like laughing.

"For her, I'll try my best to get back on my feet as soon as possible."

The power of love.

"Then I really must thank my good sister-in-law."

"When she comes, you don't have to do anything..."

"I still need to keep this from her?"

"For her food, clothing, and shelter, you help out a bit..."

"Sure, no problem."

He wants to enjoy the warmth and beauty of a small family again, yet he doesn't want to use his immense wealth and status to frighten her. Who asked you to be the Sword Saint? And who asked me, his lord, to still hold out hope for you? If you want to be fussy, I'll help you.

After a while, Zheng Fan spoke, "I have the King of the Wild Men."

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

After a long silence, the Sword Saint said, "Oh."

"Huh, you're not going to ask me to kill him right now?"

"If I tell you to kill him, will you do it?"

"I will!" Lord Zheng answered without hesitation.

"Why?"

"He's just a fallen King of the Wild Men; killing him is just killing him. Though you're a cripple now, who knows if you can recover in the future? By killing a King of the Wild Men, I'll have you owe me a great favor. If you happen to recover someday, wouldn't I have profited immensely?"

"That statement..."

"Doesn't it feel very realistic?"

The Sword Saint nodded.

"However, whether you want to kill him or keep him, I won't interfere."

"No interference?"

Strange. The Eldest Prince was like this, and so are you.

The Sword Saint nodded and said, "With him in your hands, it's the wild people who are out of luck."

"PHEW... You still see things most clearly."

Killing one King of the Wild Men isn't much. But keeping him alive could make the Snow Plains pay an even more terrible price, perhaps even causing rivers of blood.

"I want to believe you," said the Sword Saint.

The implication being, are you worthy of my trust?

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and placed it on the Sword Saint's shoulder, saying very seriously, "I want this Snow Sea Pass to become the new Manor of the Earl of North Border. From this day forward, my Zheng Clan will guard the nation's gate for the people of Xia, and our descendants for generations will die for the state."

The Sword Saint smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "No, you don't."

The tables do turn. Now you're not playing by the script either.

"I feel that life still needs a bit of beauty," Zheng Fan said.

It needs some beautiful, and self-touching... lies.

The Sword Saint sighed and said, "I saw through it long ago. In this life, I only know how to use a sword."

"Hmm?"

What are you trying to say?

"As long as you can defend Snow Sea Pass and ensure that in this lifetime, the wild people do not advance south again."

Yes, please continue.

The Sword Saint looked somewhat wistfully at the ceiling and said with emotion, "I've killed an emperor, so I know what it feels like to kill one."

The head of the old Situ Family was, in effect, an emperor, though he never formally ascended the throne. But it has always been the case: those with substance but no title are the ones who truly enjoy it; those with a title but no substance are nothing.

"Well, are you threatening me?"

"Threat?"

"Isn't it?"

"What I mean is, I, Yu Huaping, have experienced what it's like to kill an emperor."

After a pause, the Sword Saint stared into Zheng Fan's eyes and said, word by word, "The Jin State is no more."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"So, perhaps, I can also try to see what it feels like... to support an emperor."