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The first generation Hassan's eyes fell on Sayaka, the assassin girl next to the man, with a little more concern.

"For the sake of peace, it's not impossible to break our restraints just once."

"if only……"

"If you are willing to swear allegiance to the people of our mountain, I will make an exception and grant you the Zabaniya."

"..."

"..."

After the first generation Hassan said this, Ian and Sayaka both understood the deeper meaning of his words.

Zabaniya, a power that should never have been handed over to Ian.

But because of Sayaka, the first generation Hassan was willing to give the "wedding dowry" to the man in such a relatively tactful way.

This is obviously a high level of recognition.

Sayaka understood how important this matter was.

only--

The assassin girl looked at the man beside her, but felt a sense of unease in her heart.

It felt like a forced sale—even if it was done at the behest of the original Hassan.

Although……

This can, to some extent, establish a deeper bond with Ian, but it can also be considered as "completely kidnapping" him.

No.

Absolutely not.

This is not what I should do.

The more Sayaka thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She quickly shook her head and said:

"Shodai-sama... maybe you shouldn't do this?"

"Zabaniya... But if the things that Hassan left us were transferred to Ian just because of me, that would be too much..."

"..."

The first generation Hassan obviously did not expect that Sayaka, whom he was wholeheartedly helping, would have such awareness.

Although he felt regretful, he didn't say much. Instead, he looked at Ian and secretly made up his mind.

Since Jingmi is so sensible...

Even without his promise to fight for the people of the mountain, it is not impossible to give Zabaniya to him.

after all--

Something like this that could make Jingmi feel at ease was also what Hassan, who sacrificed himself, was looking forward to.

But what neither Sayaka nor the first generation Hassan expected was that when they had already thought of enough escape routes for Ian, this man suddenly made a bold move.

"I understand."

"If that's the case, please give me this opportunity."

"Just think of it as..."

Ian looked at Sayaka beside him, with a bit more determination in his eyes.

"It's in return for the treasure Sayaka gave me."

"..."

The assassin girl's cheeks suddenly turned red.

She understood what Ian meant by "treasure" - the experience of fainting from happiness last night, and the memory of being unable to control her joy this morning.

He did respond!

He is not a man who will be ruthless once he pulls out the clothes!

Sayaka's heart was filled with ripples that could not be calmed down, and the first generation Hassan himself was stunned.

He had already thought of how to hand over Zabaniya to this man with another excuse, but he didn't expect the other party to take the responsibility so bravely.

but--

It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.

Wouldn't this kind of person be more suitable to be accepted as a follower of Hassan's?!

"I understand."

"In that case," the First Hassan's eyes grew sharper. "Let's begin the succession ceremony without further delay—if anything goes wrong, we can still remedy it."

"Remedy?"

"Yes." The first Hassan nodded. "This is not just some simple instrument—it's something that could very well endanger your life."

"Now you are afraid to quit, and I won't blame you for anything."

"Just life?" Ian showed a smile that even the first generation Hassan was surprised - that was not the attitude one should have when facing death, but more like the joy of attending a large banquet.

"That's just what I want."

Ten minutes later.

A ritual flame burned in West Village.

Yellow sand rose up, covering the sky like a curtain - it was said that this was a new ability developed by the Hassan Order in the desert, which could temporarily block the dazzling light and also help to perform the breath blocking function.

But now...

It is more about dedicating itself to this special inheritance ceremony and witnessing the birth of another "Hassan".

In the flickering firelight, the first generation Hassan held his thick sword and looked at Ian in front of him.

"Ian Pendragon, I ask you one last time, are you truly willing to fight for us, the people of the mountain?"

"Yes."

The man responded like this.

"You are the victims of this era, and my obligation is to help those affected return to their normal lives."

"From this point of view, our positions are completely consistent - I will work hard for you until the end of my life."

"..."

"Hahaha." The first generation Hassan laughed heartily, and it looked as if he hadn't seen such a person for a long time.

"Ian, you really amaze me."

"If I had met a remarkable person like you earlier, I probably wouldn't have had to sacrifice my life for that descendant's overnight obeisance. You two might have become friends who regret not meeting each other earlier."

"Maybe, but I don't think he would regret sacrificing himself for his people." Ian said very seriously, "After all, you, old man, don't look like an ancestor who would respond to future generations casually."

"From this point of view, he must have risked everything he had to make you feel his sincerity, right?"

"Then...I must do the same."

"Otherwise—" Ian looked at the first generation Hassan in front of him with a resolute gaze, "How can we be worthy of this treasure from him?"

"..."

"Well, well said." The First Hassan praised Ian again. "This is what we mountain dwellers should understand—and yet an outsider like you has grasped even a fraction of it."

"But never mind. Since you are someone Jingmi cares about, you are not an outsider."

"You, come up."

"I understand, old man."

Following the instructions of the first Hassan, Ian walked towards him step by step.

The man could feel that with every step he took forward, countless pairs of eyes were staring at him - perhaps they were the Hassans who had passed away in the past, or the Hassans who were about to come here.

The mystery of the Assassin's Order was now clearly displayed before the man.

but--

The more this happens, the more fearless men become.

Because only in this way can you prove that your choice is correct - the easy road is not a good road!

Under tremendous pressure, Ian finally came to the first generation Hassan.

"Very good, you are indeed not afraid of our gaze."

"Please hold out your hand."

"it is good."

Ian stretched out his right hand fearlessly - even though he could already feel the powerful magic stirring in the first generation Hassan.

“It’s really not easy—”

"Ian, you must have gone through countless hardships to get here."

"Ah, you are more suitable than him to obtain the Zabaniya—then, let an old man like me acknowledge this!"

After saying this, the first generation Hassan took out a small dagger and stabbed Ian's arm.

If you didn't know the actual situation, you would probably think that he was coming to take away your arm with that violent action, right?

But the reality is not much different from this.

Ian soon felt that his right hand seemed to be completely "disconnected". He could not feel its existence, as if he had never owned it.

to be honest--

This feeling is extremely torturous, just like a healthy person whose arm is suddenly struck by lightning. His first reaction should at least be sadness and shock.

But Ian didn't.

He just looked at the place where his arm should be. Although his expression was serious, there was not a trace of fear.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The first generation Hassan looked at the man in front of him and asked.

"You, you shouldn't be able to feel the existence of your arm, right?"

"That's true." Ian smiled, "But—I believe you, old man, won't harm me. I firmly believe that."

"Heh." The first Hassan adjusted the direction of his dagger.

"Quiet really found an amazing person."

"I really appreciate your courage."

"Thank you for your compliment, old man."

Dark flames erupted during the inheritance ceremony, "swallowing" Ian and the first generation Hassan, as if they would never be released again.

"This……"

Although she is a member of the Hassan Order and the Mountain People, this is the first time Sayaka has seen such a "horrifying" inheritance ceremony.

This is not difficult to understand.

As a "Hassan", she was too young - and it was precisely because of this that the first generation Hassan cared for her so much.

"Is nothing going to happen?"

"Heh." Meili sneered, her attitude completely different from the one she showed in front of Ian. "You actually don't know anything at all, and you dare to let your sweetheart take risks like this?"

"Heart, sweetheart?"

Sayaka blushed, which was the reaction of a girl when her true feelings were spoken about.

"I didn't know it would be so dangerous..."

"So you don't deny that Ian is your sweetheart?"

"Eh!"

After hearing what Meili said, Sayaka realized that she had been tricked by her.

If you could get away with it in various ways before, now you have directly "walked into the trap"!