Chapter 188
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Dean took the military newspaper that was handed by Old Fulin. He quickly glanced through it and saw the news about the Huey assassination. The magistrate had sent four 'punishers' to collect the fingerprints left on the rope. The real evil culprit was about to surface.
Dudian was startled as he glanced at the title. Fingerprints on the rope?
"Fingerprints are a unique symbol. Everyone has a different one." Old Fulin said as he saw Dudian's expression: "But don't worry. It was raining at that time so it should be washed away. They shouldn't have found the key evidence. They just want to blackmail the murderer through the news so that the murderer will destroy the rope."
Dudian shook his head and laughed: "The magistrate is really interesting. I acted as a coachman at that time. Although I touched the horse rope, but Huey's carriage was relatively ordinary. The horse rope was made of thick linen rope, not leather. You may not know, but fingerprints are basically impossible to identify on the cloth. Especially with the technology they have mastered to collect fingerprints."
Old Fulin was surprised: "So that's how it is. No wonder I sometimes see people from the magistrate wearing gloves when they investigate the murder scene. I thought it was because they don't want to dirty the scene. I didn't expect it to be like this."
Dudian smiled. This was common sense in the old era. But in this era of information congestion, not many people knew about it. Old Fulin was an aristocrat who enjoyed wine and wealth. He wouldn't think about these things. The magistrate's action was undoubtedly like what Old Fulin had said. It was difficult to solve the case. So they wanted to blackmail the murderer through the news. The murderer would certainly pay attention to the progress of the investigation of the huey's assassination. If he saw the news, he would be scared and even want to destroy the evidence. At that time, the four punishers would be waiting for him by the rope.
The power of the magistrate's punishers was extremely strong. Even a senior hunter might not be able to escape from them. That was why the hunters were so powerful but were obedient to the aristocracy. They had to follow the rules. In history, there had been some wild hunters who were killed by the Magistrate's Punishers. Moreover, in addition to the Magistrate's Punishers, the Holy Church's military force was not inferior to the Magistrate's. This was one of the main reasons why although the hunters were strong, they could only live under the command of the nobles and act as money trees.
"Are you sure you didn't leave any evidence?" Old Fulin asked Dudian.
There was a smile on Dean's face: "At least I don't think so. But now I should consider sending some 'evidence' to the magistrate."
"Give them evidence?" Old Fulin was startled.
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The next day.
Old Fulin found Dudian and brought him a piece of good news. The Scott consortium had reached an agreement on the cooperation of the matches. They would get 1.5% of the profits and the rest would belong to the Scott consortium.
Dean couldn't help but look at Old Fulin. Old Fulin was able to talk about 1.5% of the profits. After all, the Scott consortium could spend some time to analyze the match and make it themselves.
Old Fulin's only bargaining chip was the issue of time.
If they were the first to produce it, they would naturally earn more and occupy a larger market share. This was an important key point that made it difficult for latecomers to catch up, unless there was a price war.
"The contract has been signed. Give me the structure of the match and I'll give it to the Scott consortium. They will pay us one thousand gold coins." Old Fulin excitedly said: "The scale of our textile factory will be able to expand again with one thousand gold coins. The rolling income will be more."
Dudian nodded. The next step was to see if the Scott consortium could make full use of the match to create benefits. The more the Scott consortium earned, the more they would get.
"Mellon consortium should be aware of it. Now we have to concentrate on protecting the textile factory. We have to get all the orders as soon as possible. Don't be afraid that we won't be able to eat." Dudian said to Old Fulin.
"Yes." Old Fulin smiled. He saw a glimmer of hope for survival in the crevice.
Time passed day by day.
Old Fulin's third son Sandro was in charge of the new textile factory. Old Fulin's second son Jake was in charge of the sales and promotion of the match shop in Yard town.
As for Old Fulin himself, he would go to old acquaintances or wealthy businessmen to purchase textile orders.
Although the Ryan family had declined, but Old Fulin still had some contacts. Old Fulin personally visited them to get orders. Moreover, the price was cheap. It was difficult for people to refuse. He received a lot of orders for textiles. Some of them were worth thousands of gold coins!
Dudian didn't continue to stay in the Ryan Castle. A few days later, he called Barton and the other two. He said to them: "Do you remember the person I slapped at the aristocratic banquet?"
"Yes." Barton and the other two nodded. The scene of Dudian slapping the nobleman's face had left a deep impression on the three of them. The nobleman was a noble, but he was slapped by Dudian. Every time they thought of that scene, their blood boiled. They realized that their companion, who was born in an orphanage, had now grown to the point where it was difficult for them to look up to him.
This made them even more determined to follow Dean.
They were also orphans.
If Dudian could do it, then they were eager to do it too!
"It's good that you remember." Dudian handed a piece of paper to the three: "This is his address. Help me track him. I want to know his whereabouts, hobbies and places he likes to go. This is the funds for your operation. Each of you will get ten gold coins. Tell me if it's not enough."
Barton and the other two looked at each other. Kroen asked: "Dean, are you going to assassinate him like how you assassinated deacon Huey?"
Dudian looked at him: "Don't mention deacon Huey's matter in the future. There are many people in the world who have incredible power. They can hear sounds from thousands of meters away. They can see the hair on the head of people who are thousands of meters away. You have to be more cautious. Do you understand?"
"See the hair on the head of people who are thousands of meters away?" Barton and the other two were shocked. However, they thought about the powerful strength of knights. They gradually woke up and realized their mistake.
"Go." Dudian said.
The three nodded and left the Ryan Castle.
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