Chapter 34
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Dean was angry in his heart. You are the one who blocked my way. How dare you say that I don't have eyes? However, thinking of Peter's words, he resisted the urge to refute and said, "It was Mr. Peter who brought me here."
"Who is Peter?" The middle-aged aristocrat frowned: "You brought a scavenger here? Are there any rules?"
"Mr. Matt?" At this time, a voice came from behind. Dean and the middle-aged aristocrat looked at the same time. It was the old man that Dean had seen in the office today. He had changed into a black gentleman's suit. A middle-aged lady was holding his arm. Both of them seemed to be husband and wife.
At this time, the old man saw Dean and was surprised: "Little guy, what are you doing at the door? Didn't Peter come with you?"
Dean honestly said: "Mr. Peter just went in."
At this time, the middle-aged aristocrat named Matt frowned: "Old Luo, do you know him?"
The old man laughed: "I just met him. This little guy is the seed of the scavengers. I will have to rely on Mr. Matt to take care of him in the future."
"So that's how it is." Matt seemed to understand. He glanced at Dean: "Little guy, you chose our Mellon consortium. You have a good vision. Don't be in a hurry. There are no rules at all."
Dean's face was ugly. His fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
The old man quickly said: "Little guy, apologize to Mr. Mace and go in. Pay attention to the banquet is about to start. Don't delay the banquet." He winked at Dudian, indicating that he would apologize to Dudian.
Dean saw a trace of anxiety on his face and knew that he was helping him out. He also knew that as long as he apologized, this little episode could be over. But he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt that his whole body and limbs were gradually getting cold. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the right and wrong of a matter had nothing to do with the matter itself. It depended on each other's identity and status!
And these two things were the difference in strength between the two sides!
He suddenly understood that the truth was only in the hands of the powerful people!
"I'm sorry …" He lowered his head and apologized. Behind him were the dazzling lights of the hall and the melodious music. His face was hidden in the shadows, and he could see the exquisite boots of the other party.
Then, he saw the pair of boots move and turn around to enter the hall.
The old man seemed to glance at him, but did not say anything and followed him in.
"These civilians, no matter how well they are taught, they will never learn the rules …" Matt's voice came from behind, followed by the old man's laughter. Dean still bowed his head and clenched his fists. After a long time, he slightly raised his head and looked at the wide manor in front of him and the lanterns in front of him. He suddenly felt that staying in the darkness where the lanterns couldn't illuminate seemed to be much more free.
At this time, another noble carriage came galloping over.
Dean silently retracted his eyes and didn't continue to stay at the door. He turned and entered the hall.
The large and spacious hall was illuminated by the oil lamps as if it were daytime. A large number of servants could be seen walking back and forth in the hall carrying fine wine and sliced fruits. Melodious piano music could be heard coming from the front of the hall. The hall was filled with exquisitely dressed nobles, chatting in groups of three to five.
After the previous incident, Dean was no longer in the mood to enjoy this rare luxury party. He came to the least crowded windowsill and leaned against the window. Looking at the appearance of the people in the hall, he only felt that there was a flowing picture in front of him. His heart didn't have any waves, and even a touch of boredom, until suddenly two black uniformed figures appeared in his line of sight, interrupting his trance.
"Hunters?" Dean immediately recognized the medals on the shoulders of the man and the woman. It was not the outline of a scavenger's giant wall, but a black falcon.
He saw that the two hunters were very young, seventeen or eighteen years old. After entering the banquet, they passed by many nobles along the way. These nobles took the initiative to say hello to them. Apparently, they already knew each other.
Soon, the two hunters came to the center of the banquet. There were several middle-aged nobles standing there. Matt, the one who had apologized to Dudian before, was also standing there. Next to him was a fat lady and a thin middle-aged man with a mustache.
After the two hunters passed by, several middle-aged nobles laughed and chatted with them. Dean couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he could see that the two hunters had a high status in front of the nobles.
"Hunters …" Dean's eyes flashed slightly. He suddenly thought of Rosyard's alchemy notes. One of them recorded something that left a deep impression on him. It was the vivisection of a hunter!
What had happened was that a young hunter had received a mission to kill him. The result was that he had used the potion pharmacist's poison to control him. He had used him as a test subject. He didn't use any anesthetic and directly dissected him into countless pieces of meat.
Rosyard found the flesh and blood of a different species from the body of the hunter. It gave him a lot of inspiration. It was one of the factors that led to his certification as a three-star alchemist.
"Hey, scavenger?" Just as Dean was thinking, a figure suddenly sounded.
Dean looked at the speaker. It was a white-haired old man with a kind face. He was holding a crutch with a thumb-sized emerald on top. His clothes were relatively simple.
"To be able to attend this gathering, are you a seed of the consortium?" asked the white-haired old man with a smile.
Dean nodded slightly: "You are?"
The white-haired old man smiled: "I'm Fulin Ryan. It's nice to meet you."
"Ryan?" Dean's eyes moved. Three years ago, the desert exam had taken place in the territory of a noble called Ryan.
The white-haired old man noticed the slight changes in Dean's face. He smiled: "Presumably you have heard some things about our Ryan family. But it's all in the past. Don't mention it. Are you interested in becoming a knight of our Ryan family? "
"Knight?" Dean was surprised. He wasn't like three years ago when he didn't know anything. He had been studying in the library for the past three years. His understanding of the world had become clear. The so-called knight wasn't just a simple title. He had to go through professional training and strict assessment of the Knight's Hall in order to obtain a knight certificate.
"I didn't make it clear." The white-haired old man replied: "It's just a nominal title. Our family will give you the salary of an official knight and you only need to help us explore the wasteland once a year."
Dean suddenly understood the purpose of the old man: "This should be against the treaty. Can I go out alone for your family to scavenge?"
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