38: Does the Demon Suppression Division really have no respect for the law?

He wrapped all those heads in his black robe, and Jiang Lan’s gaze then swept to the copper coins and gold ingots beside him.

These things all fell from the Golden Toad’s corpse.

Jiang Lan placed the black robe aside, bent down, picked up a gold ingot, and weighed it in his hand.

A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Is it real?

The feel of this ingot couldn’t be faked.

At this moment, Jiang Lan was eighty percent sure that the ingot in his hand was genuine gold.

He exerted a little force with his knuckles.

Immediately, the ingot in Jiang Lan’s hand, like modeling clay, was dented and deformed.

It’s really real?

Jiang Lan was surprised.

The ratio of gold to silver in the Great Yan Dynasty was one to ten.

And this gold ingot weighed five taels.

Converted to silver, that was fifty taels.

Converting it again to modern money… one gold ingot was one hundred thousand.

Jiang Lan looked at the ground.

On the ground, besides a few copper coins, there were also twenty or thirty gleaming gold ingots scattered about.

Unlike the illusion from earlier, this time it was real.

Even with Jiang Lan’s composure, seeing this scene, his heart couldn't help but pound twice.

If this were in modern times, it would be two to three million in cash laid out before him, free for him to take.

While he wasn't ecstatic to the point of losing his composure, to say he had no reaction at all was impossible.

Picking up the ingots one by one, Jiang Lan confirmed it again.

Including the one he initially held, there were a total of thirty-two gold ingots.

All of them were real!

Regardless of whether they came from a demonic creature, Jiang Lan directly tucked them into the pocket on his chest.

Immediately, his chest visibly bulged quite a bit.

Feeling the heavy weight on his chest, Jiang Lan couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

At present, the matter had concluded; not only was the person rescued, but he also gained over a thousand years of lifespan, an unexpected fortune, and news of Hong Luan.

The harvest was truly abundant.

Jiang Lan stood up, stretched a bit, and turned his gaze to Zhang Cui.

During the battle just now, he had deliberately controlled himself, not affecting Zhang Cui.

At this moment, the slightly plump girl still stood blankly in place, like a wooden puppet.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Lan directly scooped up Zhang Cui, who was standing still, by the waist and carried her as he walked towards Yan Capital.

Those Taoist Priests in the Demon Suppression Division would surely have a way to cure her… Inside the Demon Suppression Division.

“C-C-C-C-C-Centurion! Something’s happened!”

Qiu Rang, who was sitting in a rattan chair, eyes closed, sunbathing, opened his eyes with a displeased expression.

He had finally finished his duties and wanted to steal a moment of leisure, but before he could even lie down for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he was woken up. It would be strange if he were happy.

Looking at the person in front of him, the Centurion frowned slightly.

“Jin Yong? Why are you always so rash? How many times have I told you?”

In front of Qiu Rang, a tall man said with a somewhat flustered expression:

“Centurion, something really has happened!”

“Whether something has happened or not, don’t rush. Tell me, what did I teach you before?”

“Hoo…” The man let out a long breath and said quickly: “He who has thunder in his chest but a calm face can be appointed a Great General.”

“And you?”

“Centurion, I’m just a doorman, not a Great General.”

“You are incorrigible…” Qiu Rang shook his head, sat up from the rattan chair, “Everything I taught you before has gone to the dogs. Alright, what’s the matter?”

“Someone from Prince Qing’s Estate is here!”

Qiu Rang: “Prince Qing’s Estate? What are they here for?”

“They say they’re here to demand an explanation!”

Qiu Rang frowned slightly, flicking his cloak behind him, “Demand an explanation? They don’t even look at where this is. To come here to demand an explanation? Have they eaten the guts of a bear and a leopard?”

Immediately after, he walked directly out the door, saying:

“Follow me.”

“Alright!”

As the two just stepped out the door, before they had gone a few steps, two young men, one tall and thin, one short and stout, ran towards them.

The tall, thin one had a solemn expression, while the short, stout one had tiny beads of sweat all over his forehead.

Upon seeing Qiu Rang, the two exchanged glances.

The tall, thin man took two steps forward, blocking Qiu Rang’s path.

“Who are you?” Qiu Rang narrowed his eyes.

As a Centurion, he knew everyone with a name in the Demon Suppression Division.

From the Director down to every Demon Suppression Guard, there was no one he wasn't familiar with.

But he had no impression of the two people in front of him.

“Centurion! I am an Unpaid Servant under Demon Suppression Guard Jiang Lan.”

“Hmm?” Qiu Rang was startled, “What’s the matter?”

This tall, thin man was Zhao Wu.

At this moment, Zhao Wu was also a little unsure, but thinking of Jiang Lan’s previous instructions, he gritted his teeth and recounted everything that had happened at the gambling house to Qiu Rang in one go.

Including the cause and effect, he told Qiu Rang everything.

Qiu Rang twitched his mouth upon hearing this.

He knew it; why else would people from Prince Qing’s Estate come to them for no reason?

So, Jiang Lan had overturned the establishment they ran?

He knew that Jucai Workshop.

To ordinary people, it was a money pit.

But to Prince Qing, that place was a veritable treasure trove.

To say it brought in a fortune daily was no exaggeration.

If their own treasure trove was overturned, it would be unreasonable not to come and demand an explanation.

Qiu Rang gave a bitter smile.

Oh, my ancestor, he really knows how to cause me trouble.

Qiu Rang asked:

“That Jiang Lan, did he go to the God of Wealth Temple you mentioned, to save that Zhang Cui?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, I understand…” Qiu Rang waved his hand, “You can go, I’ll handle it.”

Although he also felt this matter was quite tricky, he wouldn't show it in front of an Unpaid Servant.

As Qiu Rang approached the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division, he saw a team of over a dozen people gathered at the entrance.

Leading them was an old man with temples streaked with gray, dressed in silk robes, looking quite distinguished.

Qiu Rang took a deep breath, strode out the door, looked at the dozen or so people, and said in a stern tone:

“Who is causing trouble at the entrance of my Demon Suppression Division? Are you tired of living?”

He knew in his heart that these people were from Prince Qing’s Estate.

But these people from Prince Qing’s Estate didn’t know that Qiu Rang knew they were from Prince Qing’s Estate.

And when it comes to negotiations, Aura is very important.

If you lose your Aura from the start, there’s basically no need to talk.

As the saying goes, even without reason, one must argue for three points; that’s the principle.

The old man, however, was not intimidated.

“This old man is the steward of Prince Qing’s Estate. I have come to the Demon Suppression Division, naturally, to demand an explanation.”

“From Prince Qing’s Estate? Since you’re from the Estate, why aren’t you staying properly in your Estate? What explanation do you want from my Demon Suppression Division?”

The old man’s eyes flickered.

“And Your Excellency is?”

Qiu Rang was already half a head taller than the old man, and with his head slightly tilted back, the old man could only see his nostrils.

“Me? I am a Centurion within the Demon Suppression Division!”

“Since you are a Centurion, why do you tolerate your subordinate Demon Suppression Guard causing trouble at my Estate’s property? Is your Demon Suppression Division truly above the law?”