Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 109

Intelligent people talk less and listen more. Zen smiled knowingly as he listened to Roger.

Sun had no idea what they were talking about. He wanted to ask, but he didn't think it would be appropriate to interrupt their conversation. So he kept silent.

"After I return to Cloud Sect, I will stay secluded and cultivate myself. If you want to see me, Zen, come to the Daylily Peak," said Roger.

The Daylily Peak ranked fourth among the thirty-three peaks at Cloud Sect. Due to its leading position, most children of the Meng Clan studied there.

"So you are a disciple of the Daylily Peak. When I return to Cloud Sect, I will visit you," replied Zen.

Zen didn't think it was necessary to follow noble clans. In his opinion, a man had to strike out for himself if he wanted to get ahead. He didn't think it was suitable to rely on other people's power.

Having spent some time with the young master of the Meng Clan, Zen found that he would like to be friends with Roger.

After saying goodbye, Roger and Sun embarked the giant flying chariot to return to Cloud Sect.

On the way back from the main camp, Martin didn't speak a word.

Martin was grateful for Roger and Zen's help as they had risked their lives to save his.

But he was in a bad mood because of the death of his subordinates. As a battle-hardened soldier in the Imperial Army, Martin had seen many soldiers come and go. Over time, he had become accustomed to death. He had never been this sad, not even when he had seen his biological brother die on the battlefield.

But this time, things were different. He knew that Randall had deliberately framed the soldiers of the Green Haze Group.

With growing resentment, he vowed that he would avenge their deaths.

"Let's grab a few drinks!" Zen invited Martin. He knew that Martin needed to vent.

At the tavern, Martin gulped down more than a dozen jars of wine. As long as they did not want to get drunk, people who were at Martin's cultivation level were able to stay sober.

"I'm so sorry, Martin. You may not know that this happened because of me. I killed your brothers," Zen raised his cup of wine and apologized.

Martin had not figured out why Randall wanted to harm him. After hearing Zen's apology, Martin asked with wonder, "It's obvious that Randall wanted to hurt me. Why are you apologizing?"

Zen was a civilian without any significant background. And so, he could do things without having to consider interests.

Though they had been together for a few days, Zen understood who was worthy for him to make friends with.

Zen swore to fight those behind the conspiracy despite the risks. He would do this for Martin, Tank, and all the other victims.

Over the next five days, Martin reorganized the Green Haze Group and resumed their task of hunting blade locusts.

As per the regulations of the Imperial Army, soldiers were required to hand in half of the crystal cores of blade locusts hunted by them. But, it was up to Martin to decide the quantity of crystal cores that the Green Haze Group had collected. So Martin donated nearly ninety percent of their crystal cores to Zen as gratitude.

Martin and his soldiers were well experienced at hunting blade locusts. Zen contributed to their efforts as well by using his broken flying knife. It was because of Zen that the whole hunting process was smoother and more fruitful.

During these five days, Zen had acquired quite an abundant harvest.

Along with his previous collection, Zen had accumulated about four thousand crystal cores of common blade locusts and more than two hundred cores of their officers. He earned the equivalent of five hundred points in total.