Chapter 169
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"Create a new consortium?" Old Fulin shook his head: "It's useless. Although our Ryan family is qualified to apply for the establishment of a consortium, but no one will be willing to join."
Dudian said: "No, we don't need others to join for the time being! Only nobles and wealthy businessmen can apply for a consortium. The procedures for commoners and wealthy businessmen to apply are too cumbersome. Nobles are different. They only need to show their identity. After establishing a consortium, they can rent a separate passage outside the giant wall from the Holy Church. They can clean up their own area. This is what I told you before. It's a thank you gift! "
Old Fulin smiled: "Although I don't know where you heard about these things, but the amount of money needed to rent a passage to the outside of the giant wall is unimaginable. Even the Mel family and the Burong family need to form a partnership. Moreover, they need to attract other aristocrats and wealthy businessmen to join the consortium. Our small Ryan family is simply impossible to do so."
"I've said it before. Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem. Dudian smiled: "You should apply for the consortium first. I'll give you a sum of money in a few days."
"You?" Old Fulin was surprised. He looked at Dudian suspiciously: "Are you going to rob them?"
Dudian smiled: "The money in this world depends on robbing."
Old Fulin stared at him for a moment: "I hope you don't make too much noise. Our Ryan family is just a small boat. It can't withstand your tossing."
"Whether the boat will capsize or not depends on the operator's operation, not the size of the boat." Dudian smiled: "Has the Burong family looked for you in the past few days?"
Old Fulin nodded: "Not long ago. It's all thanks to you that my face was drenched with saliva."
"Then it's to moisturize the skin."
"It's easy to say. As you wish, the Mellon consortium has decided to kick our Ryan family out of the consortium. They have a good relationship so the Mel consortium will certainly agree. I believe that we will be kicked out in a few days." Old Fulin sighed.
Dean said: "That's good."
Old patriarch wryly smiled: "I'm just sad about the money. If we are kicked out, they will definitely find a way to do things in the dark. They will make our Ryan family lose all the resources we invested."
Dudian shrugged: "Not much anyway."
Old Fulin's mouth slightly twitched as he saw Old Fulin's indifferent appearance.
"Now you and I are tied to the same boat. I hope we can cooperate happily." Dean looked at the sky and got up: "I should go back."
Old patriarch sighed. He suddenly thought of something: "What is the name of the consortium? Ryan consortium?"
Dean thought for a moment: "Let's call it New World consortium."
"New World consortium …" Old Fulin murmured.
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Dudian left the Ryan Castle and returned to the hotel in the town under the old patriarch's personal escort.
The middle-aged hotel owner was vigilant when he saw Dudian. There was a hint of worry and alertness on his face. Apparently, he remembered Dudian's appearance when the knights came to look for him in the morning.
"It's done." Dean went back to the room and said to Barton and the other two: "In the next days, you will live in the Ryan Castle. Tell them that you are my friends and they will entertain you."
"Live in the aristocratic castle?" Barton and the other two were stunned.
Dean smiled: "I hope you can learn wisdom in life. You will have a hard time in the future. Although the wind and rain in front of us have been covered up, but once exposed we will be beyond redemption. Moreover, we will face more problems in the near future. You are our right-hand men. I hope you can be strong!"
Barton and the other two looked at each other. The joy in their hearts suddenly faded. Dean didn't conceal the assassination of Huey from them. They also knew what kind of amazing move Dean had made. Although they had expected that the future would be very rough when they followed Dean, but they didn't expect that they would fall into such a dangerous situation at the beginning.
Although the past days were hard but they were relatively comfortable. But now they could be destroyed at any time.
"I know." Barton gently nodded.
Joseph and Kroen bowed their heads in silence. They felt the cold wind around them.
Dean was satisfied as he saw that the three of them were aware of the sense of crisis. A wolf could be trained in a dangerous environment, but a dog could be trained in a comfortable environment.
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Dudian returned to the residential area alone after entrusting Barton and the other two to the Ryan family. These days he entrusted the Ryan family to inquire about the whereabouts of Jura and her husband. They were expelled from the house assigned to him by the consortium and repatriated to the residential area after he was imprisoned.
Fortunately, the house in the residential area hadn't been sold yet. Otherwise they would be homeless after being repatriated.
Dean's heart was full of guilt as he sat in the carriage back to Lynn street. He hurried to get off the carriage. He saw that the original house of Jura and her husband had been cleaned up. There were no fallen leaves on the grass. It was still early so he could smell the smell of Jura and Gray in the house. However, Jura's smell was stronger than Gray's. She should be at home.
In addition to Jura's smell, Dean also smelled a strange smell that was mixed with Jura's.
He couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately jumped over the guardrail and arrived in front of a window next to the house. Through the gap of the window, he suddenly saw the scene in the room. It was still the same as before. Jura was sitting in front of a desk, wearing glasses and reviewing information. Next to her was a seven or eight year old boy. He wrapped his wrist around her arm and gently rubbed against it. But he was very obedient and didn't make a sound.
Jura smiled as she stopped from time to time to stroke the little boy's head.
Dean was slightly startled, and suddenly felt a little sour in his heart. He was silent for a moment, slowly turned around, stepped on the lawn, climbed over the guardrail, and left the street.
Dean stopped after walking for a long time. He looked up and saw the hidden alchemist's stronghold in front of him.
Three years had passed but the alley was still as dirty and dark as before. The walls were still camouflaged with cloth. However, Dean could smell that there was no smell in the alchemist's stronghold. Most likely the stronghold had been moved.
At this moment, a carriage passed by. The breeze blew the curtain of the carriage and a faint fragrance floated out.
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