Chapter 237
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Aisha hesitated: "This person bought it anonymously. Moreover he didn't use the church's points for the transaction. He traded in private currency. The lady boss doesn't know his code name. However, I have checked the number of the gold coins he traded. The number on the side wheel came from the same currency bank. After investigation, it was found that the Mellon consortium was behind it."
"The Mellon consortium?" The imposing figure was startled. He was silent for a moment: "I will send people to investigate the Mellon consortium. You go to the Blaze family and see what their reaction is."
At the side, Simon glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Commander, the Blaze Family has been living in a low profile for many years. This matter shouldn't be their doing, right? Although the source of the explosion that covered the attacker's escape came from the Blaze Family's Flame Explosion Forbidden Art, this forbidden art is one of the simpler ones. Most financial groups know the recipe, and the military produces it in batches. It is often used in wars in the radiation zones. If the Blaze Family came to steal the divine artifact of the previous era, they would have used another method to cover it, right? "
The imposing figure looked at him: "I know that you have received grace from the Blaze family. But remember your current identity. Anyone who dares to go against the dark church is our enemy. Although the Blaze family is usually low-key but the sleeping tiger is the most dangerous. No one is willing to be dull and lonely. They are just waiting for a new opportunity to rise. Do you really think that everyone in their family can see through worldly power and wealth?"
Simon's complexion slightly changed. He didn't dare to say more.
"It is because the consortiums and the military know about the flame explosion forbidden technique that the Blaze family can make excuses. I want you to go and ask them to pay attention to their reaction." The imposing figure indifferently said: "The easier it is to be suspected, the less likely it is to be the mastermind. But this is just our normal thinking. They can also use this in turn."
Simon bowed his head: "I know."
"Go. I also need to appease those old fellows. This incident has shocked those old bones. The sooner we find out the identity of the attacker, the lighter your punishment will be," the stalwart figure said.
Simon, Aisha and Bren's complexion slightly changed. They immediately left.
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Night.
In the wilderness outside the town.
The gray clouds that were like stagnant water tried their best to block the moonlight, but there was still a faint glimmer that penetrated the clouds and shone on the flowers and grass in the wilderness. Occasionally, the howls of wild beasts could be heard in the distance, full of sorrow and loneliness.
Dean's figure rapidly moved forward in the moonlight. He came to a concave slope in the wilderness. He smelled that there were no pursuers behind him, so he stopped. He fell on the grassy slope next to him, gasping for breath. He let the sharp needles prick his neck, but he was powerless to care.
"Fortunately, the time is just right …" Dean was secretly glad that the explosives in the carriage would detonate. He had connected the purple leaf to the fuse of the gunpowder before returning to the carriage. He had relied on the slow burning speed of the purple leaf as a timer. After many experiments, he had mastered the burning speed of the purple leaf. But after all, the flame was difficult to control. He couldn't tolerate even the slightest error. Fortunately, there were no accidents. Otherwise his life would be in the dark church's branch.
This was a risk and a bet, and the energy tube of the freezer was worth the risk.
However, what really gave him the courage was the flaws that he found during the exploration. Probably the indestructible cage protection had given the dark church a reassurance. The ordinary dark knights were responsible for the supervision and protection of the guards. The senior dark knights were relatively free. They were busy with their own things or enjoying life.
This led to them being defeated by the perfect defense.
The enemy's strength was their weakness. This was a truth that Dean had long understood when he was hunting outside the giant wall. It had helped him many times to avert danger and turn defeat into victory.
"If I become a senior hunter then the chances of success will be greater. In the entire outer wall, a senior hunter is the top combat power. Only the top professionally trained punishers can capture a senior hunter." Dudian thought in his heart. Although the strategy was good, but if the strength was enough it could save a lot of risk and brain power. He couldn't help but hope that his left hand could recover as soon as possible. The next time he went outside the giant wall, he would be able to use the cold crystals that he had collected. But it would take time to absorb them. He couldn't use too much at once.
Touching the energy tube and the chip reader under the robe, Dean could not help but feel nervous in his heart. The remaining energy inside was enough for him to learn how to use electricity and a lot of other knowledge. Once he learned how to make generators, the knowledge inside the chip would be inexhaustible, and he would no longer have to worry about energy exhaustion. At that time, it would be the beginning of his real business.
After a short rest, the cold wind blew. Dean's thoughts gradually calmed down. He took off his robe and mask and followed the route back to the Ryan Castle. Although it was dark at the moment and soldiers had been sent to patrol the town, but the ordinary patrols were meaningless in front of an intermediate hunter like him. He could easily avoid them.
Dean returned to the Yard town late at night. At the moment the lights were off and the streets were dark. He didn't directly enter the Ryan Castle but rested in the wilderness outside the town.
The next morning.
Dean woke up. He patted the withered leaves and flowers on his body and went back to the Ryan Castle.
Old Fulin was eating upstairs. There was a smile on his face as he saw Dean: "I heard from the coachman that you went to the Red River Town? Although you are a hunter and have a strong body, but the women there are not clean enough. It is better to go to the Moulin Rouge in Lido. That is the best place. "
Dudian indifferently said: "You can go if you can."
Old Fulin laughed: "No man will admit that he can't do it no matter how old he is."
Dudian didn't continue to entangle with him on this issue: "Last week, the Mellon consortium built a large market in Pine Town. During this time, our Yard town's business has been bleak, right?"
Old Fulin sighed as he saw that Dean was talking about business.: "Yes, the textile factory can't receive any orders. The rich businessmen read the newspaper every day. They know that we have a grudge with the Mellon consortium. They don't want to offend them so they don't dare to give us orders. We were able to get orders because of the efficiency of the new textile machine. Now the new textile machine is something that every household has. The textile factory can only sew some things and sell them in the town."
Dudian nodded slightly. Since the sale of the abandoned mine, the main income of the Ryan family had come from the tax revenue of the Yard town. Mellon consortium had chosen to build a big bazaar in such a remote neighboring town. The purpose of the bazaar was to take away the business of the shops in the town. As a result, the taxes collected by the Ryan family would rapidly decline. Even some shops would be forced to move out of the Yard town. In the long run, this place would become a desolate town where no one would visit.
"They are warning us. They want us to bow our heads and take the initiative to follow them." Dean could feel the intention of the move. His eyes flashed with coldness as he looked at Old Fulin: "How do you want to deal with this matter?"
Old Fulin smiled: "I wanted to ask the Scott consortium for help, but they refused. The Mellon consortium transferred funds to open a market in this remote place. They are too lazy to fight with the Mellon consortium in such a small place. We can only rely on ourselves to find a way. Fortunately, there are dividends from the new textile machine. Even if the taxes are reduced, we can bear it in the short term."
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