Chapter 181
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"Stop!" The girl and Old Fulin shouted at the same time.
The three young knights couldn't help but look at Vick.
At the moment, Vick's face was full of horror. He knew how powerful the middle-aged knight was. He was an intermediate knight. Even in the Knight's Hall, he could be ranked in the top 500. How could he be defeated by Dean? Moreover, it was an overwhelming defeat. Didn't this mean that Dean was much stronger than an intermediate knight?
As the young master of the Milan family, he naturally knew the gap between a knight and a hunter. Hunters often fought with monsters outside the giant wall. Whether it was combat awareness or killing skills, they were incomparable to knights. Although they were both fighting professions, but the two had different routes. Knights were glorious and protected aristocrats. They were praised by bards. However, hunters were much darker. Even ordinary civilians weren't qualified to know about the existence of hunters.
"To be able to defeat uncle Mo so quickly, he is definitely not as simple as a primary hunter!" Vick's heart repeatedly turned over this idea. He looked at Dean in horror. The image of hunters in the eyes of aristocrats was not commendable. From the beginning of the birth of this profession, they were labeled as' madmen ',' tyrannical 'and so on. Even the aristocrats who had to use hunters to earn wealth were extremely afraid of these existences. This was why senior hunters got preferential treatment from consortiums. Even the aristocrats had to greet them with a smile.
Old Fulin, the girl, as well as the aristocrats and their children, were secretly shocked. Some of the aristocratic children were dumbfounded. They couldn't speak a word.
In the eyes of these small nobles, there was almost no chance for them to see a hunter in action. They only heard about the danger and strength of a hunter from the mouth of other nobles. In their eyes, the most powerful existence was undoubtedly a knight. But they didn't expect that at this moment, this young boy would be able to defeat a knight wearing an intermediate medal so quickly and neatly. This simply subverted their understanding.
Old Fulin was also shocked, but he was more surprised. Although he had heard the description of his strength from Dean's mouth, he wasn't completely convinced. After all, he knew how thin Dean's resume was. He could barely be regarded as a primary hunter. Even if he was witty and cunning, it was still a soft power.
Moreover, there would be no blessings from God in prison, only pain and suffering.
At the same time, he hurriedly walked out on crutches. He turned to look at Dean and whispered, "Don't be rude."
Dean nodded slightly. On the surface, he was just a hunter hired by the consortium. Naturally, he had to be obedient to Old Fulin.
"It's inevitable to accidentally injure each other." Old Fulin turned his head and apologized to Vick: "Are you okay?"
Vick saw Dudian's unapologetic eyes. His chest was suffocating with anger, but he couldn't vent it. He stared at Dudian and waved: "Let's go."
Now that things had come to this, he naturally wouldn't pretend to be polite anymore. After all, everyone was well aware of it.
The girl sighed and said to Dean: "I didn't expect that such an unpleasant thing would happen today. This is a matter between our consortiums. You are just a hired hunter. Why do you have to intervene? I wanted to ask you for a poem." She shook her head with regret.
Dean was startled. He suddenly remembered that the girl's cheeks were a bit familiar. It seemed that she was the daughter of the Mel family, Sarah Mel, whom he had met at the aristocratic gathering.
"Since it is a matter between consortiums, you shouldn't humiliate a hunter in front of him." Dean stared at her and said in a cold voice: "Although in the eyes of the aristocracy, hunters are just dogs that make money for you. But don't forget that it is the hunters who risk their lives to fight outside the giant wall to send wealth back to the giant wall. The oil lamps that you have lit are taken out of the monsters by the hunters. The fur clothes that you are wearing are peeled from the monsters by the hunters."
Sarah sighed and said: "You're right, but this is the hunter's job, isn't it? Moreover, this is your own choice. You can gain a lot of money while taking risks."
Dean quietly looked at her beautiful face: "Since it is a cooperative relationship then there should be at least a minimum of respect. Hunters have to work hard to earn what they get. Don't take it for free."
Sarah Mel was silent: "You are right. But I have never looked down on hunters. But this is a matter between consortiums and aristocracy. It is not good for you to get involved." "By the way, there is one thing I want to tell you. Jenny knows that you are out, but she is locked at home by her father. She can't come out to see you. If you have anything you want to tell her, I can help you pass it to her."
Dean's eyes slightly moved, but restored his calmness. He indifferently said: "If there is a will, then no one can lock me up. If there is no intention, then I will be surrounded by giant walls."
Sarah Mel looked at him and said: "Are you still holding a grudge against being in prison? It is not her fault. "
"I know." Dean quietly looked at her: "It is not anyone's fault. I have to thank someone for waking me up. They let me know what the real thing is."
"What is it?" Sarah Mel slightly frowned: "Is it hatred?"
Dean's eyes swept over her figure: "You should go back."
Sarah Mel was slightly stifled: "It is very impolite to expel a lady."
"That's why I am not a noble." Dean said.
Sarah Mel choked again. Her fingers pulled the hem of her skirt: "I don't know how Jenny talks to you. Every sentence she says can make people angry."
"Take care."
"…"
After Sarah Mel and Vick left, Old Fulin took Dean back to the music stage. He said to the crowd: "Everyone, please sit down. It is still early so let's continue."
The nobles looked at him and then looked at Dean. Although many of them were worried about the retaliation of Mel family and Milan family, but Old Fulin's side didn't seem to be a good person. Especially the bloody and brutal scene of Dean breaking the middle-aged knight's arm. Everyone was deeply shocked. They were afraid that it would cause Dean to be unhappy.
Anyway, they were here. Let's wait until the end of the banquet.
The nobles thought to themselves and sat down as they were told.
"Please continue." Old Fulin raised his hand to the conductor on the stage.
The conductor hesitated. He looked at Dean who was next to him. He felt his scalp tingling. He took two deep breaths to restore his mind to a stable state. He turned back to the rest of the orchestra and stood back to his original position. The music slowly rose.
The melodious music echoed in the hall. Old Fulin and Dean who were sitting in the front row were listening to the music with a smile on their faces. They were enjoying the music.
The other nobles in the back looked at Dean from time to time. Various thoughts were running through their minds.
The night was getting dark.
The nobles returned to their carriages after the banquet.
Old Fulin and Dean were at the door. They watched the carriages disappear into the night in front of the manor. Old Fulin said: "Let's go upstairs."
Dean nodded.
Old Fulin told the butler to change the lamp oil and clean up the hall. He and Dean went to the study on the second floor with the help of the middle-aged maid.
After the middle-aged maid left, Old Fulin asked Dean: "Are you hurt?"
Dean shook his head: "The Milan family and Mel family didn't come to suppress the consortiums. Especially Vick from the Milan family. His target from the beginning seemed to be me. Was it because he knew that I was bailed out and was worried that I would retaliate against them? So, he acted in advance?"
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