Chapter 347
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Old Fulin gloomily said: "It's useless. We are too weak compared to a big consortium like the Mellon consortium. They are prepared this time so they won't leave us with a flaw that can be easily solved. I have carefully read the contract. Even if we sever our relationship with Jake and expel him from the family, the money will still be on our heads. This is the law made by the magistrate. They have already used this loophole to attack us. I wanted to see if he knew about this matter or not. It's not terrible to make a mistake, but I'm afraid it's intentional …"
Sandro was startled. His expression was somewhat dejected as he said, "Father, is there really no other way?"
Old Fulin whispered: "We can only rely on him. I hope that he can return as soon as possible so that we have the strength to fight back. Otherwise …"
Sander smiled as he sat on the chair next to him. He pulled his hair in silence.
Afternoon.
Old Fulin slowly went down the stairs with the help of Sander. He came to the hall. Jake and his children were kneeling in front of the door of the study room. They silently bowed their heads. The people who were sitting in the hall and waiting anxiously saw Old Fulin come out. They stood up and looked at the pillar of the family. Sander's wife slowly stepped forward. She wanted to say something but hesitated. However, she held it back.
Old Fulin came down from the wooden stairs and stood on the thick soft carpet. He looked up at all the faces in the hall. There was a bit of trance in his eyes. He slowly said: "Everyone, go back and pack up your belongings. If someone else wants this place then give it to them. We will go outside for a period of time."
There was silence in the hall.
Everyone was startled. They didn't expect that Old Fulin wouldn't hand over the responsibility to Jake. Instead, he would bear the responsibility for the entire family. Such a huge debt, coupled with the high daily interest, they would never be able to pay it off. It was just a contract. They would be slaves for generations. The future generations would be burdened with a huge debt. In fact, they would be deprived of their aristocratic status!
After a brief silence, some people knelt down in the hall. They cried and begged.
"Master, this money is owed by the third young master. It has nothing to do with us. You can't let all of us bear the burden …"
"Master, I beg you to expel the third young master …"
The hall was filled with cries and wails.
Jake and his children who were standing behind Old Fulin were shocked and angry. They were afraid that Old Fulin wouldn't be able to withstand their pleas. Their hearts were cold and resentful. They used to live together and eat at the same table. Although they secretly plotted against each other, but it was just a trivial matter. Now they wanted Old Fulin to sever his relationship with them. It was the same as forcing him to the road of death!
Jake secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He hated the Mellon consortium as well as the people who were begging. He hated the genius architect. Although the latter brought prosperity and hope to the Ryan family, but at the same time he also brought disaster. He was the victim of this war.
He hated it!
Old Fulin's face turned ugly as he listened to the pleas in the hall. He lifted his crutch and pounded it on the ground. He stopped all the crying and coldly said: "Get up! Do you think that our family can survive after the expulsion of the third master? The enemy wants to destroy our families and our people, to be destroyed in the dust. Now that the enemy is in the future, you kill each other first. Idiots! Idiots! "Old Fulin was so emotional that he coughed violently.
Sandro hurried to support him and caressed his chest.
Jake wanted to step forward to support him but was stopped by Sandro's fierce eyes.
The people in the hall looked at each other and silently stopped crying. One of the middle-aged women said: "Father, the Mellon consortium wants to deal with the genius architect. It has nothing to do with our family. None of his inventions were sold to our family. We are going to be his scapegoats. Can't you ask him for help? Now that a disaster is coming, why won't he come forward? "
Old Fulin was angry as he heard his daughter's words, but coughed again.
Sandro comforted her in a few words. At the same time he looked up and shouted: "Shut up! Don't you know the reason? What nonsense are you talking about? First of all, this is the fault of the third brother. What does it have to do with the architect? Secondly, the architect didn't sell his inventions to us because our consortium doesn't have the ability to produce and market such advanced inventions. We are bound to be defeated by other consortia in the market. At present, the architect has gone outside the giant wall a few days ago to build a stronghold for our consortium. He hasn't returned yet. We are going to live in his castle. Do you want our family to be completely destroyed by your nonsense?! "
The people in the hall were speechless as they heard his majestic roar.
The middle-aged woman was startled. She lowered her head and didn't say a word.
Old Fulin calmed down and looked at the crowd. There was disappointment in his face as he whispered: "Help me into the carriage."
"Yes." Sandro whispered.
Sandro returned to the castle to preside over the overall situation after helping Old Fulin into the carriage. He directed everyone to pack their luggage and move.
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Outside the giant wall.
Every day, Dean carried out the work of transporting the flesh and blood of the splitter to the cave of the splitter. He monitored the growth of the little splitter. On the third day, the last little splitter was hatched. Dean knocked it down and pulled out its limbs. It lost its fighting ability and became an incubator for the parasitic soul worm. Every day, it fed on the flesh and blood of the splitter to catalyze its growth.
On the fifth day.
The flesh of splitter was almost completely cut off by Dean and the other two. Dean moved all of it to splitter's cave. He told Gwyneth to pick out five of the limbs and send them into the giant wall. Then he used his status in the Temple to exempt half of the Holy Church's toll. Half of the five limbs would be counted as gold coins and would be given to the Temple. The rest of the materials would belong to himself.
Dean wanted to use the five blade-like limbs to create several sets of top hunter equipment and weapons. As for the so-called hunter armors forged by the Temple of Elements, the material was too inferior. Moreover, the armor made from the scales of higher level monsters was expensive. Most hunters couldn't afford it. Moreover, the defensive power of the armor couldn't be compared with the shell of the splitter.
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