Chapter 163
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"Did you kill her?" Old Fulin was stunned.
"You should know that I have a problem with Linda." Dudian chuckled: "When the consortium investigates, they won't pay attention to me. I'm just a junior hunter. If you investigate, you should be able to find out that I was temporarily dispatched to the giant wall to cooperate with Glenn to hunt the Black Weaver."
Old Fulin was startled. When Dudian mentioned Glenn and the Black Weaver, he immediately recalled the major events that happened that year. These two events happened to overlap.
"You, you weren't a junior hunter at that time. You were at most an apprentice hunter. How could you kill Linda? She was an intermediate hunter!" Old Fulin couldn't believe it.
Dudian glanced at his desk and smiled: "If you have read the recent newspapers then you should know about the death of deacon Huey."
Old Fulin was startled. His eyes widened as he looked at Dudian in horror.
"Yes, I killed him." Dudian smiled.
Old Fulin couldn't help but ask: "He was a deacon of the magistrate. You, why did you kill him?"
"The main reason why I was imprisoned was because of his trial." Dudian smiled: "I told you these two things because I want to tell you that if I want to, your Ryan family will be completely destroyed tonight. Please believe me!"
Old Fulin's pupils contracted as he stared at Dudian. After a long time of silence, he felt tired. His old face was full of sweat. He was no longer able to hide his body's trembling. He slowly sat back on the chair: "So, I have no choice?"
Dudian touched his chin and thought for a moment. Then he shook his head: "Well, it seems that there is no choice. Unless … you choose to maintain the noble character of an aristocrat and insist on fighting against the criminals. Then you will be gloriously exterminated. Perhaps you will leave a glorious record in the history books of the future generations. At least you won't be ashamed of the ancestors of the Ryan family."
Old Fulin smiled: "You don't have to be sarcastic to me. You were able to escape from Thorn Flower Prison. I know that you are not a simple character. Perhaps Linda's team was really killed by you. Anyway, you have the strength to kill an old man like me. Even if it is to save my own life, I will promise you. But if you really killed Deacon Huey then the magistrate will definitely find out. Even if I bail you out, you will be imprisoned again and will be executed immediately!"
Dudian smiled: "You don't have to worry about this matter. I have my own way to deal with it."
Old Fulin couldn't help but look at him. He wanted to say something but hesitated. He finally held back and said: "Since you have your own plan, I won't say much. But it is difficult to mine the Red Leaf Mountain. It is almost a waste mine. Even if it is sold it won't be able to get a high price."
Dudian smiled: "The mine is the same as a person. As long as you dress up a little, even if it is ugly, you will be able to look good after dressing up. I believe I don't need to elaborate on how to do it."
Old Fulin deeply looked at him: "I know."
Dudian slowly walked to the desk: "It's getting late. You can now write the bail letter and send it to the magistrate to submit the bail application."
Old Fulin's face slightly changed as he carefully stared at the boy. He sighed in his heart: "I can probably believe that Linda and the others really died in your hands." He took out the letter from the drawer and filled the quill with ink. He began to write.
Dudian quietly looked at the letter. After a moment, the Ryan family's emblem was stamped at the end.
"Tomorrow I will find a way to sell the mine to raise money to help you take care of it." Old Fulin sighed as he closed the letter.
Dudian nodded and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry too much. I'll give you a big gift once you're done with your business."
Old Fulin bitterly smiled but didn't say anything.
After a moment, Dudian went into hiding. Old Fulin called the butler and handed over the letter. He ordered to send it to the magistrate overnight.
Dean hid in the dark and carefully observed. He didn't want old Fulin to secretly swap the letter. After the butler left, he smelled old Fulin's scent being transferred to another person's hand. That person rode a horse and left the castle.
After the door was closed, Dean came out and looked at old patriarch: "It's getting late so I'm going back to sleep. I wish you have a good dream. It's a good start."
Old Fulin wryly smiled. He was doomed to have insomnia tonight.
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The day after Deacon Huey's body was found.
Warden's office in the castle of Thorn Flower Prison.
A figure in black armor pushed open the door in a hurry. He glanced around and saw Jones behind the desk: "Warden, I heard that you have news about the criminal?"
"Yes." Jones threw a letter on the table to him: "This is the news I just got. The kid's trace has been exposed. He is in the commercial district."
The black-armored youth quickly opened the letter and read through it. He couldn't help but say: "Kill Deacon Huey? Wasn't he in the slums? How could he run to the commercial district? "
Jones replied: "He went to the slums first. It's likely that he deliberately exposed the direction of your search. He wanted you to think that he was hiding in the slums and ignore the search in other areas."
The youth in black armor felt as if he had been slapped in the face. There was anger in his eyes: "Are you saying that we have been fooled by him?"
Jones said indifferently: "From the moment he escaped from prison, it was tantamount to playing with us. Now, you immediately dispatch people to the commercial district to search for his traces. I believe in your nose. Search the entire commercial district and you will certainly dig him out!"
The black-armored youth's face was gloomy. Looking at the letter in his hand, he suddenly said: "It only says that there are two steel nails. These steel nails are not exclusive to our prison. They can be forged in some blacksmith shops. Could it be just a coincidence? If I were him, when I was wanted, I would try my best to lead the people we were searching for to the slums. There is no reason for me to do such a thing in the blink of an eye and expose my whereabouts. Wouldn't the previous plan be in vain?"
Jones looked at him: "Even if he didn't do this, you have searched the slums for so many days and still haven't found his shadow. Sooner or later you will shift your attention to other areas. He should know that there is a possibility that he will be exposed. He also knows that we will search for him. The purpose of doing this is to know where our search team is. He wants to lead us by the nose."
The youth in black armor couldn't help but ask: "Since you know this, why do you still want me to go?"
Jones sighed and said: "There is no other way. Even if I know what this kid is thinking, I still have to jump in. After all, the one who died is a deacon of the magistrate. At present, the biggest suspect is this kid who escaped from the prison. If we don't do something, how will the magistrate and the nobles trust our prison?"
The youth in black armor was silent for a moment: "I will send some people to go there and send some people to search the residential area."
Jones nodded: "Yes, I also have the same idea. But this investigation in the commercial district must be carried out by you. Otherwise, there is no way to give an explanation to the magistrate."
"I know." The youth in black armor nodded slightly.
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