Chapter 162
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Old Fulin was startled as he heard the sudden voice. He slowly raised his head. His eyes fell on the dark corner of the room. There was a thin figure behind a large hanger.
"I'm afraid you will be disappointed if you are here to steal." Old Fulin's eyes were cold as he slowly put down the magnifying glass.
"Patriarch is really smart. You didn't call the guards first." The figure laughed.
Old Fulin coldly snorted: "You can sneak into my castle so your skills shouldn't be inferior to a regular knight. I have my own dog so I know how fast it is. You will have enough time to kill an old man and then escape. Tell me, what are you planning to do by coming here?"
The figure stepped out of the shadow. It was Dean. There was a shallow smile on his face: "I haven't seen you for three years. Patriarch, do you still remember me?"
Old Fulin's eyes flashed as he saw Dean's face. He didn't expect the intruder to be so young. He said: "You should be able to see that I'm old. When people get old their memory will decline. Please tell me."
Dean faintly smiled: "Three years ago at the aristocratic party held by the Mellon consortium, you invited a scavenger to be your family's knight. Do you remember?"
Old Fulin was startled. He thought for a moment. His eyes widened as he exclaimed: "It's you?!"
"It's me."
Old Fulin couldn't help but ask: "You, you didn't …" He was shocked: "Did you escape from prison?"
Dudian smiled: "There seems to be no other way for a small civilian prisoner like me to get out of here."
Old Fulin's face turned ugly: "I remember that I didn't offend you. I heard that you were imprisoned three years ago. If you want to retaliate then you should look for the Burong family and the Milan family."
Dean smiled as he pulled the chair next to him and sat down: "Patriarch, don't be nervous. I have no malice towards you. I just want to talk about cooperation."
"Cooperation?" Old patriarch said in a low voice: "Our Ryan family is just a small family. We only have a small town. The income of the entire Ryan family is not enough to cover the annual expenses of the children of the Burong family. We really can't help you."
Dudian smiled: "I didn't come to you for this matter. I naturally know the strength of your Ryan family. Although your Ryan family has declined but you are still a noble family. I came to find you to bail me out. "
"Bail you out?" Old Fulin shook his head: "No, no, you have escaped from prison so I can't bail you out. If you were still in prison then I could bail you out. But now you are a wanted criminal. I can only bail you out if you are willing to be caught and go back to prison."
Dean smiled: "It's just a matter of cost. As long as you spend money to take care of it, I believe that you have a way to remove a wanted order."
"You overestimate me too much." Old Fulin shook his head: "Our Ryan family has no savings. You have seen that all the expensive antiques passed down by our ancestors have been sold. There is nothing valuable left. Now we are relying on the income from the farm to barely maintain our daily expenses. There is no money to help you."
Dean whispered: "Patriarch, you should know that I am a hunter. If you bail me out, will your family be short of money in the future?"
Old Fulin smiled: "But I really don't have money to help you."
"If I remember correctly, your family has a mine in Red Leaf mountain, right?" Dean asked with interest.
Old Fulin's face changed: "You want me to sell the mine? Don't even think about it. This is the last lifeblood of our Ryan family. We will never sell it. Even if you kill me it will be useless! "
Dean sighed: "Patriarch, I hope that time hasn't eroded your brain and eyes. You have to see clearly what is a real treasure mine and what is a waste mine."
"What do you mean?" Old Fulin's face slightly changed.
"After I am bailed out and have a legal identity, I will naturally repay your Ryan family." Dean slowly said: "If I'm not wrong, the mine has long been exploited to the point that it is no different from an abandoned mine. Otherwise, your Ryan family wouldn't be in such a decline. But I'm different. You should know that the wealth created by a hunter can completely change the current predicament of your Ryan family."
Old Fulin's face turned ugly as he shook his head: "No, I can't do this."
Dean indifferently said: "I know what you are worried about. Bailing me out is tantamount to opposing the Burong and Milan families. It will bring a devastating blow to the already weakened Ryan family. But, aren't you on the same side as them? Your Ryan Clan is also declining day by day. After 10 years, how many knights can your Ryan Clan hire to guard the gate for you? "
Old Fulin's face turned ugly. He knew that Dean was right. This was the source of his worries and troubles.
"But it's different if you cooperate with me." Dudian smiled: "I can improve the life of your Ryan family. I can even bring your Ryan family back to the glory of the glorious period."
Old Fulin suddenly looked up at him: "Just by you? Although you are a hunter, but how can I believe that you will know how to repay me after I bail you out? Moreover, I know better than you how much a primary hunter can do. You don't need to confuse me. A primary hunter can't do much. Moreover, how can I bet the fate of my family on a hunter who will die outside the giant wall? "
Dudian gently smiled: "A primary hunter naturally won't do, but what about an intermediate hunter?"
Old Fulin was startled. He looked at him: "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember Linda's team that died three years ago?" Dudian smiled.
Old Fulin froze for a moment. He naturally knew about this. As a member of the Mellon consortium, every time a hunter was killed, the ruling nobles would take action. Moreover, an entire hunting team was annihilated. This matter caused a great sensation at that time. Many investigation teams were sent to search outside the giant wall. However, they couldn't find the reason. They couldn't determine whether it was man-made or a monster.
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