Chapter 164
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Back to the hotel.
Barton and the other two were relieved to see Dudian come back.
Kroen gently closed the door and pulled Dean into the room. He whispered: "Dean, I accidentally read the newspaper today. A deacon named Huey was killed. He was stabbed by two steel nails in the chest. Are you the one who did it?"
Dudian nodded: "Yes."
Barton couldn't help but ask: "Is this the person who put you in prison?"
Dudian slightly nodded and added: "One of them."
The three looked at each other. Joseph nervously said: "Dean, they are arresting murderers everywhere. Will they suspect you? You are still a wanted man. If you are found, you will be imprisoned again. "
Dudian comforted the three: "Don't worry. I will restore my legal identity in a few days. These things will pass."
"Restore your legal identity?" The three were surprised.
"How?" Kroen couldn't help but ask.
Dean smiled: "It's getting late. Let's rest early."
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The next day.
Dudian let Barton and the other two continue to monitor the Ryan Castle. He sneaked into the castle to monitor the actions of the old patriarch. Although the possibility was very low, but he still had to prevent the old patriarch from having other ideas.
Dean was gratified that Old Fulin was very efficient even though he was old. The next morning he dispatched miners to send the ores back to the Red Leaf Mountain mine. The mine that had been mined out for a long time had turned into a rich mine with high production under the camouflage of the ores.
The news of the sale of the mine quickly spread out.
However, the first sensation was the Ryan family itself. The four children and nine grandchildren of the old patriarch were in an uproar. Except for a few people who agreed with the approach of the old patriarch, the rest were unanimously against it. The Red Leaf Mountain mine was the last lifeline of the Ryan family. Once it was sold, they would be completely cut off from the source of money. They could only sit and eat!
The voices of opposition were soon suppressed by the old patriarch.
On the third day, the Red Leaf Mountain mine was sold. It was sold to another aristocrat who had been eyeing the mine for a long time.
Dudian felt that he didn't choose the wrong person as he saw the old patriarch's swift and decisive actions.
The fifth day, evening.
Old Fulin and his children were having dinner in the dining room.
"Grandpa, I'm going to attend a noble lady's party in a few days. My best dress is too old. I bought it three years ago. Can you buy me a new one?" A girl in her twenties, who was eating steak, suddenly looked up and said to Old Fulin.
Old Fulin frowned as he glanced at the table. He saw his children and grandchildren secretly looking at him. He snorted: "I know that you are thinking about the money from the Red Leaf Mountain mine. This money is used by our family. Don't think that you can spend extravagantly even if the mine is sold. Don't think that we can save. Otherwise we will have our knights!"
When they heard his harsh words, their expressions changed.
"Grandpa, are you old and confused?!" One of the young men stood up in anger: "What's the use of the money? It can't be used to make money. It's better to lend it to me to do business!"
Old Fulin's face changed as he coldly said: "You say it again!"
The middle-aged man next to him hurriedly pulled the young man: "Hugh, shut up!"
The young man saw the old patriarch's gloomy face. He clenched his teeth, threw away the knife and turned to leave.
At the same time as he left, a servant ran in and passed him. He came in front of old patriarch and respectfully said: "Master, you have a letter."
Old Fulin took the letter and glanced at the badge mark on the cover. The anger on his face slightly converged. He grabbed the crutches on the table and said to the middle-aged maid: "Help me back to my room."
Old Fulin ordered the middle-aged maid to withdraw after entering his room. He came to the desk alone and opened the letter. He looked at the contents and said: "Come out, it's for you."
Dean's figure emerged from the shadows of the room. There was a smile on his face: "Is it a bail notice?"
Old Fulin nodded and handed the letter to him.
Dean opened it and saw that it was a bail notice. It was written in black and white. It was very clear that his bail application had been approved!
"Sure enough, nobility and money. There's nothing that can't be done." Dean smiled.
Old Fulin sat back in his chair and indifferently said: "In order to help you, we spent tens of thousands of gold coins from the sale of the mines in Red Leaf mountain. Ryan family's savings for many years were almost depleted. We were able to withdraw your wanted order and bail you out."
"I won't treat you badly." Dean put away the letter and smiled at him: "I said that I will give you a big gift when my identity is restored. This gift will be sent to your hands soon."
Old Fulin deeply looked at Dudian: "Now we are on the same boat. If you have an accident, then my bail will be a cover. It will damage the reputation of the aristocracy. I hope you can take care of yourself."
Dean knew what he was worried about. He smiled: "It's getting late. I'll go back first." Then he opened the window and left.
Old Fulin watched Dean leave. After a long time, he retracted his eyes and looked at the huge oil painting hanging on the opposite wall. There was an old man whose cheeks were similar to his own. "I hope that I won't become the sinner of the Ryan family …" He murmured and became silent.
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Sixth day. Morning.
Dean asked Barton to buy a newspaper and come back.
The morning newspaper had been printed. Dean was sitting in the hotel in the town. He was eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. One of the more eye-catching columns was about the assassination of Huey Wright. There were many suspects such as the military, alchemists, potions, and prisoners who had been tried by Huey Wright in the last six months.
After all, a deacon of the magistrate had too many contacts. There were too many people who wanted him dead. It was difficult to find a clue for a while.
"The main suspect … Theft criminal Dean?"
Dean read the newspaper. Among the main suspects, he was impressively among them.
He was not surprised. He faintly smiled and looked at the other parts of the newspaper. He soon found news about himself.
"Theft criminal Dean was released from prison last night after being bailed by the Ryan family." There was a touch of smile on Dean's face as he saw the news. There was some emotion in his heart. This was the charm of the aristocracy and money. Although the wanted order had been withdrawn, but after all it had been posted. Now they still pretended that nothing had happened. The ones who were fooled were the civilians.
In the aristocratic era, the newspaper had always been the communication machine of the aristocracy.
But for the civilians, the newspaper still had a very high credibility.
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