Chapter 265
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Dean retracted his eyes and followed the jailer. The things in the lake on both sides of the stone path felt the movement and gathered on both sides of the stone path. From time to time, huge waves surged out from the lake.
Dean's expression was as usual as he came to the gate of the prison. The guard said a few words to the guard and handed out the letter given by Dean. The guard looked at the letter and opened the door. He looked at Dean indifferently and didn't say a word.
"Please." The jailer said to Dean and led the way.
The hall behind the door was as lively as a pub. Many jailers were sitting in the hall drinking tea and chatting. Most of the topics revolved around prisoners and women.
Several jailers who were sitting outside the hall noticed Dean. Their eyes flashed with excitement. But when they saw that Dean's hands and feet were not shackled, their excitement turned into surprise. One of the jailers blinked. He felt that the clean and gentlemanly teenager was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Crazy Ole, someone has come to bail someone out." The jailer who was leading the way shouted to the counter behind the hall.
The middle-aged jailer who was playing cards with several jailers behind the counter heard the shout. He looked up and the others who were playing cards also looked over. One of them was surprised when he saw Dean: "This, this kid …"
"Black Chicken, do you know him?" Another jailer asked.
Black Chicken rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. He suddenly shouted: "Isn't this the kid who escaped from our prison?!"
The jailers were stunned when they heard his words. They carefully looked at Dean and suddenly burst into an uproar.
"No wonder I felt a bit familiar!"
"It's him on the wanted poster. F * ck!"
"This kid actually dared to come back?"
"He went out for a walk and dressed like a dog. I almost didn't recognize him!"
The middle-aged 'Crazy Ole' looked at Dean for a moment. He put the cards in his hand into the back pocket of his trousers. He got up and walked towards Dean. He looked down at the teenager in front of him and said: "Kid, your surname is Du, right?"
Dean bowed his head and smiled. Suddenly, he kicked the middle-aged man's knee. The knee was one of the hardest bones in the human body, but at this moment, the middle-aged man's knee was bent backward. At the same time, the middle-aged man's body leaned forward and fell toward Dean.
Dean lifted his right hand to support his falling body: "Welcome back. You don't have to be so courteous." As soon as he finished his words, his palm subtly moved down. The middle-aged man didn't have time to stand firm, and suddenly fell down. Dean also moved sideways to avoid the fall. He quietly looked at the middle-aged man who fell at his feet, as if he was looking at an ant.
The sudden change shocked the jailers. They didn't expect that Dean would dare to beat the jailers in the prison. Moreover, the middle-aged man was not an ordinary jailer. He was the supervisor of the first floor of the prison. He belonged to a small level in the entire prison.
"Stop!"
"Brat, do you want to break the law?!"
All the jailers stood up from their chairs and shouted at Dudian.
Dean slowly looked up and glanced at the crowd: "It seems that your food is not good. Are you so hungry that you can't even stand firm?"
"Bastard, it's your sneak attack!"
"Attack the jailer! You are dead!"
"Inform the knight of the magistrate that someone has broken into the prison!"
One of the jailers turned around and ran out from the side door. Apparently he was going to inform the guards.
Dean smiled and walked towards a nearby table. The three jailers who were standing at the table and glaring at Dean saw him coming over. Their faces changed and they hurriedly retreated. Their movements were too big and their feet tripped over the chair.
Dean didn't look at the three of them. He bent down and grabbed the chair that was overturned on the ground. He patted the dust on it and sat down.
After a moment, the sound of iron boots echoed. The door that had just been closed was pushed open again. A jailer with more than a dozen knights of the magistrate rushed in. They quickly found Dean sitting on the chair. The jailer immediately said: "It's him. He attacked the jailers. Prepare to break into the prison!"
The team of knights of the magistrate looked at Dean and the middle-aged man who had climbed up from the ground. Their faces changed. The young captain pulled out his sword from his waist. The other team members got the order and also pulled out their swords. More than a dozen shining swords were held high in the hall. They were pointing at Dean who was sitting on the chair.
Dean smiled: "Are you sure you want to listen to one side of the story and arrest me?"
The young captain's face was cold: "Did he hurt his leg by himself?"
Dean shrugged: "Maybe it's true?"
"Nonsense!" The young captain shouted: "You attacked the jailer. I advise you to surrender. If you resist then your crime will increase!"
Dean smiled: "You said that I hurt him. You didn't see it with your own eyes. You didn't ask him. How can you directly convict me?"
The young captain's face was cold as he looked at the middle-aged man next to him: "Crazy old man, did he hurt you?"
"It's him! It's him!" The middle-aged 'crazy old man' held the table next to him and moved towards the young captain. He pointed at Dean and roared: "It's this kid! He attacked me! Damn it! Kill him!"
The young captain stared at Dean coldly: "Now what do you have to say?"
Dudian shrugged: "Nothing to say."
"Well, cuff him!" The young captain waved his hand.
"I have something to say." Suddenly, a gentle and dignified voice sounded from the back of the hall. An old man dressed like a butler came down the stairs. When the prison guards saw the old man, they were shocked and hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "Greetings, butler."
Peter ignored the guards on both sides and went straight to Dean. He looked at the middle-aged man next to the young captain: "How can you falsely accuse Mr Dean of breaking your leg?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
The guards were stunned and looked at each other in blank dismay.
The young captain was startled and couldn't help but frown.
Peter glanced at the crazy middle-aged man with a hint of warning. He turned to the young man and said: "It's just a misunderstanding. You all can leave now. Mr. Du is here to bail someone out. How can he break the prison?"
The young captain looked at Dean who was sitting next to him and then looked at the old man. He was silent for a moment and bowed: "Yes." Then he put his sword back into the scabbard and turned away.
After the young man left, Crazy 'Ole suddenly felt that the temperature around his body had decreased a lot, and the air had become a little cold. He could not help but say to Peter, "Butler, it was this kid just now …"
"Huh?" Peter glanced at him. The old captain's face slightly changed and he immediately shut up.
Peter turned to look at Dean. There was a gentle smile on his face: "Mr Dean, you are now an architect of the 'Temple of Elements'. Every move you make represents the will of the God of Light. Why bother with these small characters?"
Dean indifferently smiled: "I can't rub sand in my eyes."
Peter's eyes lit up: "Mr Dean, the person you want to bail is inside. Shall I show you the way?"
"Don't bother." Dean stood up and dusted: "I'm familiar with the road here." He went towards the side door of the hall. There was an iron lock on the door. He gently pulled it and the lock broke. He gently pushed the door open and went inside.
The guards' faces changed as they saw Dean break the lock of the door so easily. They looked at Peter in awe as Dean's figure disappeared from their sight.
Crazy 'Ole's face changed as he gritted his teeth: "Butler, I'm also a member of the prison. It doesn't matter if I'm injured, but the one who will lose face is …"
Peter coldly snorted and said: "You know that you represent the prison and be smarter. Don't cause trouble for the prison. If you really catch him, he will probably be released on the same day before his butt warms up. At that time, he will have the right to sue you for slandering and framing him. At that time, the one who will be locked up will be you. Do you think your power is greater or his?"
Crazy 'Ole was startled: "Butler, this kid …"
"You pieces of trash, use the time you have to play cards to read more newspapers and wipe your feces-clogged brains!" Peter's eyes were cold. He didn't look like a housekeeper at all. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, going upstairs along the stairs behind the hall.
The frozen atmosphere in the hall gradually melted after Peter left. Everyone looked at each other. Suddenly, one of the short guards exclaimed: "I remember! Isn't that kid called Dean? The news about him has been in the newspaper every day. He is an architect from the 'Temple of Elements'. He has won the 'epoch medal'! Oh my god! "
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked as they heard the short guard's words.
Crazy 'Ole was stunned.
He didn't like to read the newspaper. Although he had occasionally heard about it from other guards, he didn't associate the two names together. One was a hunter who had committed a crime and was imprisoned in the prison. The other was an architect from the 'Temple of Elements'. The difference was like the difference between the sun and the night. How could they be the same person?
Thinking of Butler Peter's words, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. His heart was so cold that he even forgot the pain in his feet. He secretly rejoiced and felt a lingering fear. If he had really arrested such a person, he reckoned that he would really end up like Butler Peter said, being sued and thrown into prison!
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