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Several mercenaries exchanged glances. Of course, they knew what Klein was talking about. The problem was that they had already confirmed that the sword was an extraordinary magic weapon, and even the scabbard was a magical artifact.

They were also very clear that the person who could wield this sword was definitely not an ordinary person, but the value of such a sword was something they couldn't earn even if they worked as mercenaries for their entire lives.

Therefore, greed and desire made them somewhat irrational, and they harbored some侥幸 (jiǎoxìng -僥倖) mentality. Klein had fallen from the sky, so perhaps he was still seriously injured? Perhaps he didn't have much combat power?

These somewhat self-deceiving thoughts kept popping up, and the mercenaries' eyes kept looking towards their boss, meaning, you're the boss, you decide. Anyway, we don't want to return it.

Although the mercenary leader was also a second-tier, he didn't even have spatial items. At this moment, Klein's Light of Huiyue was on his back.

The Light of Huiyue was very long and particularly conspicuous. Any normal person could see it unless they were blind, but even so, the mercenary leader still brazenly said to Klein.

"I didn't take your things. We don't know what you're talking about?"

Klein gave a thumbs up.

"I thought I was already very insincere when I lied, but I didn't expect to encounter someone even better than me!"

"According to imperial law, if a mercenary privately possesses someone else's property, it is considered robbery. The robbed person will have unlimited self-defense rights.

Moreover, you weren't the ones who saved me, so I don't need to be grateful to you. However, I am relatively benevolent and will give you a chance to reform. I will count to three, and if you return the sword to me, I will let you go."

The mercenaries saw that Klein was speaking as if it were true, and they immediately began to whisper to each other. They were just ordinary mercenaries and were definitely afraid.

"Boss, don't listen to them. We'll get rich if we sell the sword. How many chances to get rich does one have in life?"

"Cowardly crap, let's just do it."

Just as the mercenaries were having disagreements, Klein's countdown had already ended.

"3, 2, 1, I've already given you a chance."

Several of the more cowardly mercenaries immediately squatted down, holding their heads in their hands.

"Hey! Wait! We don't want to do anything bad, look for them if you want to."

Klein laughed. Mercenaries were mercenaries, and their quality was indeed uneven. He hadn't even said he was going to attack yet.

Moreover, the matter itself wasn't a big deal. It wasn't enough to kill someone. He wasn't bloodthirsty in the first place. He said that just to scare these people.

However, the mercenary leader obviously didn't want to return the sword to him, so he definitely had to throw a tantrum to maintain his image as an expert.

Thinking of this, Klein felt that he could try the newly acquired ability, Dragon's Might. Although he hadn't used it yet, he had seen Agatha and Ai use it, so it shouldn't be a problem.

A huge gray dragon shadow appeared from behind Klein, floating towards the sky. A fierce aura burst out, and terrifying psychological pressure instantly swept the entire area.

This was the Dragon's Might of the Mist Dragon!

However, because Klein wasn't familiar enough with the use of Dragon's Might, he didn't control the range well. The Dragon's Might instantly passed through several mercenaries and spread outwards.

Intense fear appeared in everyone's hearts. Several mercenaries were so frightened that they shivered, covering their teeth and mouths, hugging each other, feeling like they had encountered Sadako at night.

However, the effect of Klein's Dragon's Might was just like that. Besides being afraid, these people didn't seem to have suffered any substantial harm.

Not only these mercenaries, but other ordinary people were also frightened and shivering, but similarly, there was no substantial impact.

It was like, you look so scary! And then nothing happened, which made Klein feel very embarrassed.

A wave of Dragon's Might swept through, and not only were all the people unharmed, but it also scared several horses to death. You have to know that these horses were used to pull goods for the caravan. Isn't this screwing people over?

Klein scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. The act had failed!

"Hey, that mercenary leader, return the sword to me first."

The mercenary leader was very scared now. He didn't know why he was scared, but he was just very scared, so he honestly handed the sword over.

"Big shot, please take it back."

When Klein took back Huiyue, the leader of the caravan had already walked over with measured steps. He looked at Klein with a very frightened expression, but now the caravan couldn't move, so he could only timidly say.

"This sir, you have scared all our horses to death, and now the team can't move!"

Klein was very embarrassed. Since the person had come to him, he couldn't shirk responsibility, right? Moreover, the other party was an ordinary person. Klein wouldn't say that he treated ordinary people preferentially, but he couldn't just bully them because they were ordinary people.

He glanced at the mercenaries, and his eyes lit up.

"It's okay, old man. These people can just help you pull the carts. They are all professionals, strong and sturdy, and it's no problem for them to pull ten or eight carts."

The caravan leader looked at the mercenaries, and the mercenaries immediately glared at him.

"Pulling carts, isn't that doing hard labor? They are dignified professionals, how can they do such things as pulling carts? I will never pull carts in my life."

However, Klein quickly taught them how to be a person who can pull carts.

… …

"Hey, that mercenary leader, you are a second-tier, pull two more carts of goods. Why are you glaring? Just pull when I tell you to."

The caravan leader watched as the mercenaries were driven by Klein to pull the carts, finally allowing the team to resume normal movement.

After Klein arranged the mercenaries, he smiled and said to the caravan leader.

"Old man, do you think it's okay?"

"If they go to pull the carts, there will be no one to do guard duty."

"It's okay, I'll take care of the guard duty. I'm super strong, and it's no problem to protect you to Gris Hill."

After Klein's explanation, the caravan leader left with a suspicious look.

Looking at the convoy, Klein smiled mockingly. His behavior might seem very stupid in the eyes of many experts, and even Klein himself thought so.

Although his strength was already very strong, his style of doing things still had some shadows of his previous life. Perhaps in a few years, he would learn how to treat ordinary people as non-people! At least for now, he couldn't do it.

Klein stretched out his palm, and his fingers gradually turned into a cloud of gray mist. Looking at these gray mists, he frowned slightly.

"Agatha's Dragon's Might looks very powerful, why is mine so weak? What's wrong?"

Just as Klein was studying what was missing from his Dragon's Might, Sean ran to his side and praised.

"Mr. Klein is so approachable! He's obviously very powerful, but also so friendly."

Klein was stunned for a moment.

"Approachable? I seem to have heard this word when I was in school. It seems to be used to describe some big shots. Have I unknowingly become a big shot?"

The caravan moved slowly, arriving at Gris Hill, the largest city in the West, without any surprises along the way.

… …

After arriving in Gris Hill, the caravan members dispersed. Klein chose to walk with the students from Hotchwoge.

On the way, he found the teacher, Dilanka.

"Miss Dilanka, I heard that as a teacher at Hotchwoge, you can invite off-campus personnel to enter your academy? Can you do me a favor and take me in for a bit? I want to go to your academy's library to take a look."

Dilanka wasn't like Sean. Because she had personally witnessed Klein's magic book devour Ackerman's soul, she had always been somewhat afraid of Klein.

"Yes, you can invite off-campus personnel. There's no problem inviting you, but detailed registration is required."

Klein nodded.

"Registration is no problem, just take me there."

The group walked through the streets of Gris Hill. Most of these students would buy some trinkets to carry with them. Hotchwoge had a store for daily necessities, but there were no dolls, toys, or accessories for sale.

Although Klein was relatively pressed for time, he couldn't force people to rush back, after all, this was Hotchwoge's territory.

This kind of shopping continued until the afternoon, and the group finally arrived at the gate of Hotchwoge.

Unlike the Royal Academy, which looked like a modern university, Hotchwoge's gate was built with two huge trees, and the trees also had very strong magical fluctuations.

It looked very ancient and mysterious, and Klein couldn't help but admire it.

"A place like this is worthy of being called a magic academy! The Royal Academy is like a university, with no special features at all."

While Klein was observing the school gate, Dilanka had already registered at the gatehouse.

"Mr. Harry, I want to bring someone into the academy. Please give me a registration form."

"It's Teacher Dilanka. No problem. Did the students have a safe trip this time?"

"No, Ackerman died, died of suffocation caused by poisoning."

Dilanka didn't tell the truth. She was just an ordinary mage. She didn't have that much sense of honor, nor did she have a strong desire for revenge. She didn't want to provoke Klein. She just wanted to be an ordinary teacher honestly.

"Is that so? That's a pity. Here, this is the registration form."

"Okay, Mr. Harry."

Dilanka handed the registration form to Klein and asked him to fill it out in detail.

"Name, age, occupation, family members, purpose of admission."

Klein Alex, age 22, Arcanist Tier 2, father Esmond Alex, mother Katie Alex, sister, brother…

After writing down all the family members, Klein wrote borrowing books from the library in the purpose of admission column. Klein hardly lied in this information. He thought it should be okay, right?

After Klein handed the registration form to Dilanka, she looked at Klein's registration information with some surprise.

"Mr. Klein, is your father Esmond Alex? The Arcanist Department professor at the Royal Academy?"