"This is a gift for you. It's up to you to fight for it in the future." Dean waved his hand. Nicholas who was next to him took out three small porcelain bottles and handed them to him. He pushed the bottles to the front of Barton and the other two: "This is an opportunity for you."
Barton and the other two looked at each other. Although they didn't know what was in the bottle, they still stood up and thanked Dean.
Dean nodded. The three of them had matured a lot under the guidance of old Old Fulin: "Go and prepare. Use this to improve your body. Butler, take them to rest."
"Yes." Nicholas replied.
Barton and the other two took their own bottles and left after Nicholas.
They went to the guest room on the second floor and closed the door. The three of them couldn't help but look at the small porcelain bottle in their hands. Barton twisted the cork open and looked at the light. He saw a pale green liquid. He was startled, and his eyelids suddenly twitched. He said, "This is' Spring of Light '?"
Joseph recalled Dean's previous words. He couldn't help but hold the small porcelain bottle tightly. Kroen bit the cork and took a deep breath.
Kroen bit the cork and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but open his eyes and said in surprise: "It should be, I have heard about the 'Water of Light' before. It is said that this is the holy water of the Holy Spring of Light where the God of Light bathes. It can wash away all the dirt in the world, including diseases and plagues. It can also purify the radiation value in the body. Previously, Young Master asked us to improve our bodies. This thing must be the 'Water of Light'. Moreover, if he wants you two to join the Holy Church and the military, if you join with your current body, you won't pass the physical examination, so he will definitely give us the Water of Light to improve our physique."
Barton was startled as he clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand.
Joseph's surprised expression gradually turned into silence: "No matter what happens to Dean in the future I will do my best to help!"
Kroen smiled and said: "Needless to say, let's try this first. I heard that if you take it orally once a day, one drop at a time for about a month, it will greatly reduce the radiation value. If you take two drops at a time, the effect will be more obvious. But you can't be greedy. If you take seven or eight drops at a time, not only will the effect not improve, but it will also cause harm to the body and even death."
Joseph shook the small bottle in his hand and said, "There should be a few hundred drops in here. It should be enough to improve our physiques."
Barton nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and said, "From now on, the three of us will go our separate ways. But no matter where we go, I hope that our hearts will always be together!"
"Yes!" Joseph nodded heavily.
"That's right!" Kroen said heroically.
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The next day.
Dudian called Barton and asked him to get in the car with him.
"I'll take you to a place today." Dudian sat firmly on the chair and looked at Barton.
Barton had already taken the Water of Light yesterday, and he felt that some of the dark brown patches on his chest caused by the accumulation of radiation seemed to have lightened a little. Today, he had changed into formal clothes, and his hair was neatly combed. Beneath his brown hair, his eyes were bright and full of intelligence. Although he was not considered handsome, he had a unique and unforgettable appearance.
"Where to?" Barton asked curiously.
Dudian smiled: "I adopted you but all I could give you was friendship. Now I hope that you can get your own family!"
Barton was startled. He was no longer the stupid Barton from before. He immediately responded: "Are you going to send me to another family?"
"Yes." Dudian nodded.
Barton smiled: "My family has long been gone since I was conscious. I only have one biological parent, but I will never feel any affection from them. There is only hatred!"
Dudian's eyes lit up as he gently patted Barton's shoulder: "Nothing in this world is destined to belong to you. But the things you fight for belong to you, including family."
Barton was startled for a moment.
After a moment, the carriage reached the suburbs and stopped in a small town.
"Master, we have arrived." The coachman called out from outside.
Dudian got off the carriage and looked up. It was a small and medium-sized manor. It was relatively dilapidated, but the buildings in the town were considered as big families. The lawn of the manor had long been dilapidated and exposed to the sand. At first glance, it was obvious that there was no gardener to take care of it.
Dudian came to the front of the manor and waved his finger to the coachman.
The coachman came forward and called out: "Is anyone here?" The gate of the manor opened and a gray-haired old woman came out. She was wearing reading glasses and walking stick. She looked at Dean and others. When she saw the carriage behind Dean, she saw the noble gold pattern. She stepped forward and said enthusiastically: "Hello, hello."
Dudian pushed the guardrail of the manor and greeted the old woman: "Old lady, where is your child?"
The old woman replied: "They are in the house. It is cold outside so they are burning a fire inside."
"I came to visit them." Dudian said.
"Come in, please come in." The old woman said.
Dudian followed her into the house. The coachman stopped outside the manor. Barton consciously followed behind Dudian. He looked around and realized that this would be his new home in the future.
The house was spacious. Although it was old but the area was large enough. There was a huge portrait hanging on the wall of the furnace in the center of the hall. It was a heroic youth wearing a knight's armor.
"This is my grandfather." The old woman looked back at Dudian. Her eyes were full of pride.
Dudian smiled: "Lov, why don't you come out to greet the guests?" His voice was calm but penetrating. After a moment, a stout middle-aged man ran out from the small hall behind the furnace wall. His face was full of beard and his clothes were dirty. There were traces of sewing on the corners of his clothes. His eyes lit up as he saw Dean. He respectfully said: "Mr Dean, how come you are here? Please sit down."
Dudian didn't give him a good look: "Is it cold today? Do you need your mother to come out to greet the guests?"
The middle-aged man turned his head and pushed the old woman next to him: "Mother, go back to your room. There is nothing for you to do here. Go!"
The old woman hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, alright. You talk. Son, talk nicely. Be polite." With that said, she was pushed out of the hall.
Dean looked around. It could be described as a poor house. The paint on the walls had fallen off. The hanging old clock had long stopped swinging, but it was not repaired, so it was full of dust.
The middle-aged man saw Dudian looking around. He took out a chair and wiped it with his sleeve: "Mr Dean, please sit down."
Dean didn't bother to be polite with him. He pulled a chair and sat down: "Your great-grandfather was a knight who galloped on the battlefield. The foundation he left behind has been passed down to your generation. The spirit of the knight has been contaminated with dust. It's unsightly!"
The middle-aged man was embarrassed. He didn't dare to answer.
Dudian saw the middle-aged man's appearance. He knew that his self-esteem had long been humble. He lost interest in talking. He pointed to Barton: "This is the person I'm talking about. From today, he will be transferred to your name. He is your son. He will inherit your surname."
The pudgy middle-aged man looked at Barton and suddenly saw that something was wrong. He said awkwardly, "Lord Du, you see, although I promised to accept this person as my son, after all, I have to pay legal responsibility, and this should be a boy from the slums, this, this …"
Dudian glanced at him. He took out a stack of gold notes from his pocket. He took out ten of them. Each of them had a denomination of one hundred gold coins. Ten of them were one thousand gold coins. He said: "This is for your care. It's not a one-time payment. It's only for a year. Do you understand?"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he saw the gold notes. But when he heard Dudian say that it was only for a year, his eyes widened. He quickly said: "I understand. I understand everything you said. I'm willing to transfer even one hundred of them. Haha, Mr Dean is really generous …"
Dudian raised his hand to stop him.: "But remember, if you reveal too much, then you won't have a good time."
The middle-aged man said: "I can absolutely guarantee that I will keep my mouth shut. I won't leak even half a word!"
Dudian turned to Barton.: "From today on, you will follow his surname. Herr Barton. I'll come back to see you in a month. I hope that you have integrated into the family. I'll take you to the knight assessment."
Barton looked at the ugly middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't expect that this man would be his nominal father. He looked at Dudian: "I'll take care of it."
Dudian nodded. He got up and tightened his coat. He left the hall.
"Mr Dean, please sit for a while …" The middle-aged man called out as he chased after Dudian.
Dudian didn't look back. He waved his hand and went out of the manor. He got on the carriage and left.
After returning to the castle, Dudian called Joseph to the carriage and took him to another family. This family was also down and out. The ancestor of the family was a war hero. Although he wasn't a particularly well-known hero, but he was a little hero who had won the banner of 'Bravely Kill the Enemy'. He was an excellent soldier. He was a lieutenant. His foundation wasn't deep. Perhaps he didn't handle the relationship well. After his death, the family was weak from the peak. Now there was only an ancestral house and a banner hanging in the middle of the hall. Every day there would be servants to clean the dust. Although it was faded and somewhat broken, it still looked clean.
It was the same as the previous Hull family. In addition to wealth, this family had declined.
Dudian had personally selected this family so he was mentally prepared. This was one of the reasons why he chose this family. After settling Joseph in this family, Dudian left the place. The rest of the matters were left to them.
Dudian called Kroen back to the castle. One of the reasons was that Kroen's arm was deformed. One of the reasons was that Kroen had a deformed arm. It would be difficult for him to work with one arm.
"This is for you." Dudian took out a stack of gold notes and gave it to Kroen. The total value was tens of thousands of gold coins: "Select a group of excellent and capable people to form our own intelligence network. Ask me if you don't understand anything."
Kroen's eyes lit up as he saw the gold notes. He swallowed his saliva: "Master, I don't need so much."
"The purpose of money is to buy capable people." Dudian replied.
Kroen put away the gold notes: "I'll be strict with the selection."
Dudian waved him back.
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Two days later.
Dean went to the castle every day to collect 100 pounds of materials. He was ready to return to the castle when he remembered the invitation letter he received last time. He immediately went back to the castle.
Dudian went to the main building in the middle of the castle and asked: "Is everyone here?"
The staff in front of the Temple recognized Dean: "Architects have been here for a long time. Architect Dean, please come in."
Dudian nodded and followed the staff inside.
They went all the way to the top floor of the building. Dudian could hear the laughter coming from the conference room. He went over and knocked on the door.
The door opened and an unfamiliar middle-aged man appeared. The latter looked at Dudian in confusion: "Architect Dean who won the 'epoch' medal?"
Dudian nodded with a smile.
"Please come in." The middle-aged man said enthusiastically as he saw Dudian admit.
The people in the conference room stopped talking as they heard the middle-aged man's words. Dudian saw seven or eight people sitting inside the conference room. Tiffany was sitting in the first row of seats. She looked at Dudian with a smile on her face.
Dudian glanced at the crowd and nodded: "Dudian greets the elders."
"You are too polite. We judge heroes by talent. Who will judge by age?" A black-haired old man laughed.
Dudian listened to the latter two sentences which had the feeling of Chinese style. He looked at him and found that his face was Asian. His heart felt a little familiar. In the giant wall of Sylvia, there were very few Asian faces. Most of them were Western European faces.
"Haha, Elder Lin is right." Another middle-aged man laughed.
Tiffany waved to Dudian: "Come and sit next to me."
"Come and sit next to me."
"Don't, I have an empty seat."
The others said enthusiastically.
Dudian smiled and sat down next to Tiffany: "I heard that today is the seminar. It's my first time to participate in it. I hope you can forgive me if I don't understand the rules."
"It's a small matter. Everyone has their first time." A middle-aged man sitting on Dudian's left side laughed.
"Hmph!" A middle-aged man with a hooked nose snorted: "Everyone knows that today is the seminar. I thought that today is a boot-licking session. If you don't want to talk about inventions then I'll go back!"
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