Chapter 192
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After seeing the stranger leave in a hurry, the boy came back to his senses. He looked at his mother who was lying on the ground and hurriedly ran down the stairs. He couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. He went forward to help his mother up and shouted nervously and fearfully, "Mom, wake up, wake up!"
As he shook her, the beautiful woman's head swayed softly.
The boy only felt a darkness in front of him. A strong fear gripped his heart. He raised his hand and touched his mother's artery. He did not inherit his father Huey's profession and became a priest. Instead, he loved to be a doctor since he was a child. In class, his teacher taught him a simple way to distinguish between life and death. Instead of talking about the breath, he touched the artery. When a person is seriously injured, the breath is extremely weak and difficult to detect, but touching the artery can be very accurate.
When he touched it, the boy immediately felt that his neck was not beating. His brain was buzzing, and he trembled as he tried to breathe, but he also lost his vital signs. Tears flowed from his eyes, and he threw himself on the beautiful woman, crying loudly.
After crying for a while, he suddenly thought of the murderer. His heart was filled with strong hatred and killing intent. He quickly got up and trotted out. He opened the door but the murderer had already gone far. He clenched his fists as he turned around and closed the door. He went back to the room. He caught a glimpse of the golden necklace on the ground as he staggered back.
He knew that there was no such necklace in his mother's jewelry box. He was about to pick it up when he remembered that his father often talked about destroying evidence, fingerprints and so on.
He stopped and turned to look at his mother who was lying on the ground. He gritted his teeth and pushed the door.
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Dean took off his coat and trousers and put on his own clothes. He let Kroen drive directly to the suburbs.
Soon, the carriage reached the wilderness. There was a small depression that was filled with rain. It looked like a small pond.
Dean asked Kroen to stop the carriage. He threw Vick's coat and trousers into the carriage and put on his own clothes. He searched the carriage to confirm that nothing was left behind. He let Kroen get off the carriage. He took the carriage to the edge of the pond and punched the horse's head. Bang! The horse's brain burst out. Its body shook as it staggered a few steps and fell down.
Dean went to the back of the carriage and pushed the horse's body into the pond.
"Let's go." Dean glanced around to confirm that no one was paying attention to them. He asked Kroen to carry him away.
Kroen was surprised when he heard the word 'footprint'. He squatted down and carried Dean away from the place. They came to a small stone road in the wilderness. He put down Dean and went back together.
He saw Barton and Barton waiting for him as he rushed to the alley. Vick's scent had long faded in the alley. Most likely, he had left.
Barton and Kroen trotted over as they saw Dean and Kroen.
Dean looked at them and said: "It's getting late. Let's talk about it later." He hired a carriage from the roadside.
"When did he leave?" Dudian asked Barton.
Barton hurriedly said, "About an hour before you guys came back."
Dean calculated in his heart. It was a little earlier than when he killed Huey's wife. It was a small flaw. He slightly frowned. He hoped that the magistrate wouldn't trace it so carefully. After all, there were variables in any plan. He was lucky to be able to do this.
After returning to the castle, Dean asked all of them to wash and change their clothes.
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The next day.
Dean and Old Fulin were having breakfast together. The maid of the castle handed over a few pieces of the morning newspaper.
Dean took it and glanced at the morning newspaper of the Mellon consortium. Today's headline was still attacking the Scott consortium. However, the real target of the attack was questioning whether the Scott consortium's product could replace the position of the fire scythe.
Dean glanced at the other newspapers. There were also reports about the match, but the evaluation was more pertinent.
In addition, two of the newspapers pointed out that he was the inventor of the match.
The title on it wasn't 'Hunter' but 'Trainee Priest'. After all, hunters were a profession that needed to be concealed from the civilians.
"Now, you've become famous." Old Fulin also saw the newspaper. He smiled at Dean: "I will give you another title in the future. Mr. Dean, the great inventor."
Dean faintly smiled: "It's strange that the Holy Church is obviously pursuing the alchemists. But the match and some other consortium's alchemy products can be sold in formal channels. Moreover, they are labeled as brand new products. Even the makers are called 'inventors'. Isn't the packaging of alchemy not alchemy?"
"Isn't it normal?" Old Fulin smiled: "Look at the wildflowers outside. They grow freely in the wilderness but are worthless. If you move them to the flower shop then you can sell them for a good price. Look at our clothes. If we take off our clothes then we are naked. But if we wear these clothes then I am a noble and you are a civilian."
Dean asked: "Since the Holy Church knows that these inventors are alchemists, why do they allow them to exist in the open?"
"Because the Scott consortium has represented you to the Holy Church. The match you invented is created in accordance with the will of the God of Light." Old Fulin smiled: "You also know that the Holy Church believes in the God of Light. The core doctrine of the Holy Church is that God created all things. The inventors of other consortiums need to indicate that the product was created under the instructions of God."
Dean suddenly understood: "So the inventors are equivalent to the alchemists who have surrendered to the Holy Church?"
"Almost." Old Fulin laughed: "There are many alchemists who can't mix with the Holy Church. You should know about the 'Temple of Elements'. All the great inventors are gathered there."
Dean had naturally heard that all the resources outside the giant wall would flow into the 'Temple of Elements'. They would be evaluated by the 'Temple of Elements'.
"So, the Holy Church has too many channels." Dudian said.
Old Fulin shook his head: "Don't underestimate the dark church. They have an advantage in the dark."
Dean nodded slightly. He knew that the dark church wouldn't be inferior to the Holy Church.
"It seems that you are not a good believer." Dean laughed.
Old Fulin laughed: "You are wrong. My faith has always been very firm."
"Do you still have faith?"
"Isn't gold a kind of faith?"
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