633 You Understand (1/2)
Qian Jin nodded in agreement. Before, he thought that he was going to spend more time and treat the people around him nicely after he succeeded in life, but he forgot that people would sometimes die. Remembering the dead for 100 years was worth less than treasuring them for 100 days, 100 hours, and 100 seconds when they were still alive.
”I need to go back to Qian Family,” Qian Jin said with the hammer in his hand, ”This time, I'm not going to try to take my father out of there. I need to go and see him. If possible, I'm willing to talk with the Qian Family.”
Zence Matten looked at Qian Jin, who was walking toward the door without turning back, and he smiled while saying, ”You matured.”
Duren Burg pouted in disagreement. Qian Jin was only standing from the perspective of a son; he could make concessions for his father. Zence Matten was looking at the situation from the perspective of the Royal Family, and he thought that being cooperative was the key to defeating demons. However, they all ignored one person, the most crucial person, Qian Jin's father Qian Cheng.
Qian Jin's father didn't have any combat strength, but it didn't mean that he was an old man who had no mind of his own and lacked heroism.
On the contrary, this old man who had no combat abilities showed the aura and presence on par with any top-tier warriors and leader of the prominent families for his son.
Qian Cheng could endure anything for Qian Jin to reach his goals. He could sacrifice himself for Qian Jin's future.
As a father, Qian Cheng wouldn't want to see his son lowering his head toward Qian Family. He wouldn't even accept a negotiation.
Duren Burg believed that if necessary, Qian Cheng would use his death to end Qian Jin's idea of talking to Qian Family.
There shouldn't be any room for negotiation between Qian Jin and the Qian Family. This was determined at the time of Fabreidis' death.
How could Qian Jin negotiate and make concessions? Qian Zhanxuan was someone who Qian Jin aimed to kill. If he didn't kill Qian Zhanxuan, he would have wronged Fabreidis and Gomez Jane, and his conscience wouldn't accept that.
There was no room for negotiation! Duren Burg looked at Zence Matten in silence as he thought, ”Sometimes people use their butts to make decisions. The Sixth Prince is smart, but he overlooked the divide between the two parties since he wants them to settle and focus on the demons.”
”Say, Comrade! Congratulations! Your warrior soul transformed into a hammer!” Duren Burg switched the topic and said, ”To celebrate the ownership of such a strange warrior soul…”
”Gift you a big pack of cigarettes?”
”Comrade! You are my best comrade!” Duren Burg jumped up and pushed Qian Jin onto the bed as he said, ”You know me so well! How come you know me so well? How should I thank you?”
Creak…
The door was opened, and Cech Flet stood at the door and saw this. Confusion appeared on his handsome face, and he started to close the door slowly.
”Damn it! Cech! What are you thinking? Why are you closing the door?” Duren Burg jumped up and dashed to the door.
With a meaningful expression, Cech Flet nodded and looked at Duren Burg through the slit as he said, ”I understand; you don't need to explain anything. You also understand…”
”Understand what?” Duren Burg pulled open the door and said, ”Stop thinking about non-sense. It is pure between Qian Jin and me.”
”I believe that Qian Jin is pure, but…” Cech Flet didn't finish his sentence and turned around to walk in another direction instead. It seemed like his eyes were saying that he didn't believe Duren Burg's purity.
”Sissy, stop thinking…”
”Don't get too close to me. I'm pure as well.”
Seeing these two bickering with each other and walking away, Qian Jin looked at the hammer in his hand and thought, ”I should go back and visit Father, but there is no room for talking between the Qian Family and me.”
At the end of the day, strength was king. Although not all problems could be resolved by violence, killing the other party would make the problem disappear.
”Qian Jin, are you guys leaving?” Fanta Rum appeared by the door.
”Eh.”
”Oh, please take care of Kunge for me,” Fanta Rum sighed and didn't enter the room. He turned around and walked out of the courtyard, and the light of the setting sun shined on him, making his shadow longer and making him appear older. This old man said while walking away, ”He is filled with guilt and hatred. People can have these emotions, but there can't be only these negative emotions. Otherwise… huh…”