Chapter 354
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Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sergei and Gwyneth jumped down from the wall and came to Dean's side. They were surprised to see the words written on the ground. Sergei quickly moved forward and lifted his foot to erase the words.
Dean reached out his hand to stop him.
"Huh?" Sergei looked at him in astonishment.
"I wrote it." Dudian looked at both of them: "Is it done? Let's go. "
Sergei hurried to pull him: "Are you crazy? It's the Light Church up there. We've killed so many people. How can we survive after we silence them? If the news gets out and people find out that you did it, no matter who you are, you'll die. Do you understand?! "
"Who said that I did it?" Dean asked.
Sergei pointed to the words on the ground: "Didn't you write it yourself? Even if you want to clear your suspicion and deliberately put yourself in the most dangerous position, the Holy Church may not believe it! Moreover, they will see your name when they don't have a clue. What do you think they will think? "
"Someone will help us prove it." Dean said and turned to leave.
Sergei was startled as he looked at Gwyneth.
Gwyneth's eyes lit up as she shook her head and followed Dean.
Sergei touched the back of his head in a daze.
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Dean's castle.
Many reporters and interviewers from various news agencies lined up along the spacious and clear riverside. They lined up along the riverside path straight to the gate of the castle. Whispers rose and fell, and it was extremely lively.
"You can't go in!"
"I said you can't go in! Our young master is studying the invention. Who dares to break into his private mansion? Do you want to go to the magistrate? "
Neuss, Sandro and the four knights from the Ryan Castle were blocking the entrance of the castle. They were blocking the reporters who wanted to break into the castle. The scene was very noisy.
Old Fulin was sitting on a chair in the hall of the castle. From time to time he would look through the window at the distance outside the gate. There was a bit of anxiety in his eyes. He had been doing this for two or three days. Every day he was hoping that someone would send a message from the giant wall. However, his expectation was always disappointed. His ears were filled with annoyance and stuffy noises.
"Patriarch, you should go upstairs and rest." Kroen came to Old Fulin's side: "I'll inform you when the young master comes back."
Old Fulin shook his head and sighed: "I'll wait for him here. You go and help to deal with the flies outside."
Kroen glanced at him, sighed, and turned to leave.
A moment later, the exhausted Sandro returned to the hall while wiping his sweat. He sat down on a chair and massaged his sore arms. Jake, who was sitting in the hall, glanced at him cautiously and mumbled, "When is this young master coming back? Is he really like what the newspapers say? If that's the case, aren't we going to be his scapegoats?"
When Sandro heard this, he turned around and glared at him. He berated, "Shut up, you bastard!"
Jake trembled in fear and hastily shut his mouth. If it was before, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of his elder brother, but now because of his mistakes, the Ryan family had declined to such an extent that he couldn't raise his head.
Sander looked at Jake with disgust. He felt that it was a shame to have the same father as Jake. He stood up and walked in front of Old Fulin: "Father, we can't get in touch with him. If we continue to sit and wait for death then Mellon consortium will attack us. I'm afraid that he won't be able to help us even if he comes back."
Old Fulin looked at his son. In just a few days there were white hairs on his temples. He sighed: "The greatest contribution we can do for him is to do nothing. Once we step out of the castle, Mellon consortium will grab hold of our weakness. They will twist us into a sword and attack him. We can only wait. As long as the barbarians don't attack then we will have hope!"
There was sadness in Sandro's eyes: "I'm afraid that we may not be able to hold out until the barbarians attack. They have already created public opinion in the newspaper that Mr. Dean had secretly sold information to the barbarians. He also used his authority as an architect to sell inventions to the barbarians. So the barbarians were able to break through King King's fortress. How can the civilians know about this? Many of them believe it. Moreover, the military newspaper reported that the barbarians had confessed a lot of secrets. Moreover, the barbarians confessed to Mr. Dean. I believe that Mr. Dean would never do such a thing. It must be a trap set up by the Mellon consortium!"
Old Fulin smiled: "Who doesn't know about such tricks? Probably only the good civilians don't know about it."
Sandro said: "Fortunately, the Scott consortium and the Holy Church stopped the military from capturing Mr. Dean. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to find Mr. Dean and the charges would be confirmed. But right now, the Radiant Church and the Scott financial group aren't strong enough to stop these rumors. Who knows when the military will send more people over? "
"Let's pray …" Old Fulin closed his eyes.
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Mellon consortium. Conference hall.
Mark, the patriarch of the Mel family was sitting at the head of the conference table. Rudolph of the Burong family was sitting on his right side. This change happened more than a month ago. Now the Mel family had the veto power in the consortium. In other words, they occupied 51% of the shares. It was no longer the same as in the past where the Burong family and the rest of the families mixed together to form a three-legged tripod.
This was a heavy blow to the Burong family. In other words, it would be difficult for them to come up with a solution even if they united all the remaining families. The entire Mellon consortium was completely dominated by the Mel family. Mel family held the absolute administrative power.
"Patriarch Kenson, your daughter has just turned sixteen this year. I don't think she can participate in such a meeting at such an age. Please don't misunderstand, I'm doing this for Miss Sarah's sake. She is so beautiful and intelligent. A girl at her age should be in the piano room or listening to the music of the white swan." A middle-aged man with a big belly said with a smile.
Mark smiled as he looked at Rudolph. Sarah who was sitting on Mark's left side smiled: "I think it's an extreme failure to judge a person's talent by age. Not to mention that I'm not young anymore. By the way, my piano skills have passed the sixth grade. I learned it from teacher Jack of White Swan. How is your daughter's practice?"
The middle-aged man wasn't angry at all. He laughed and said, "How can my daughter be compared to you? I'm just sad that you were brought to this kind of environment by your father at such a young age. This is a world that will shatter a beautiful childhood. You have to be careful."
"If the broken thing is fake then I don't need it." Sarah Mel smiled indifferently. Her tone was very calm, there was no trace of restraint.
Everyone's eyes flashed as they quietly observed the girl who rarely entered their line of sight.
"Well, let's get down to business." Mark clapped his hands: "According to the information we have gathered, the barbarians will launch an attack in one or two days. It's time for us to act."
A man who was sitting next to Rudolph asked: "Our consortium can inquire about the military decisions of the barbarians?"
Mark smiled: "There is nothing we can't inquire about as long as we are willing to spend money. Our consortium has lost a lot of people and money in order to get this information. But everything is worth it."
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