The carriage drove into the castle. Several newspaper reporters who were hiding outside the castle were surprised to see the carriage. They were keen to smell the smell of excitement. One of them took out a notebook to record.
The door was pushed open. Dudian came down from the carriage with an umbrella. He stepped on the muddy path and entered the castle.
The newspaper reporters' eyes widened as they saw the face of Dudian who had been missing for a long time. They didn't expect that the person who was at the cusp of the storm would appear at this moment! They rushed over and hid in front of the castle. They didn't care about the rain splashing on their hair and suits. They held the notebook and bowed to Dudian.
"Mr Dean, you …"
"Architect Dean, we are Jane …"
Several people gathered in front of Dean. One of them grabbed the most suitable position: "Mr Dean, did you secretly negotiate with the barbarians in the past few days? What is the purpose of your cooperation with the barbarians? Is it for money or power? I heard that you … "He didn't finish his words as he was pulled away by a person from behind.
"What are you doing, you …"
"I arrived first. Mr Dean, you …" He didn't finish his words as he was pushed away by another person.
Dean smiled as he saw them scramble: "Don't worry. It's raining outside. Come in with me."
They stopped after they heard Dudian's words.
Neuss who was waiting at the door saw Dudian. He rushed to the edge of the door: "Master, you are finally back!"
Old Fulin, Kroen, Zendrall, Jake and others were surprised as they heard Old Fulin's words. They rushed to the door.
Dudian stepped on the steps and put away the umbrella: "Let's go inside." He shook the umbrella and handed it to Neuss.
"You are back." Old Fulin had just stood up but hadn't reached the door yet. He saw Dudian who was surrounded by the crowd. There was a trace of joy on his old face: "Why didn't you send a message so that I could send someone to pick you up?"
Dudian smiled: "I've said that I'm just going to study new inventions. I'll come back once I have the results. What's there to pick up?"
Old Fulin was startled: "Don't catch a cold. Lan, go and pour a cup of hot tea for Mr Dean."
"Yes." The middle-aged maid replied.
Dudian entered the hall and looked around. He saw that all the members of the Ryan family had appeared in his castle. He looked at Old Fulin: "Patriarch, let them go upstairs first. These friends from the newspaper want to interview me. Jin, give them towels and chairs. Don't let them catch a cold or get sick."
"Yes." Neuss nodded.
Old Fulin looked at Zendrall: "Let the children go upstairs to rest. Don't cause trouble here."
"Yes." Zendrall looked at everyone in the hall: "Hurry up and go upstairs to rest."
Jake secretly glanced at Dudian. He waved to his wife and children and took the lead to go upstairs. The rest of the people followed behind him. In the blink of an eye, the hall was empty.
"Here." Neuss handed the hot towels and chairs to the five reporters.
The five of them were pleasantly surprised and repeatedly thanked him. They didn't expect to receive such treatment with their status. Before Dean came back, they were stopped from entering the castle to take shelter from the rain. But now they got the courtesy of a guest.
He looked at Old Fulin and said to the five reporters: "You have worked hard. Who wants to be interviewed? Ask one by one. My time is limited so I'll give you half an hour. Each person has six minutes. Now, who wants to go first?" Old Fulin nodded and said: "Who wants to be interviewed? Ask one by one. My time is limited so I'll give you half an hour.
The five of them replied: "Mr. Dean is too polite."
"I'll go first." One of the middle-aged men opened the notebook: "Mr Dean, why have you been missing for so long? I heard you say that you went to study a new invention. Is that true?"
Dean smiled, "Of course it's true. I swear by the God of Light that I never lie."
"Forgive me but the military newspaper has reported that the barbarians who were captured by the military confessed about you …"
"If you want to incriminate someone, you can always find a pretext." Dean's face was full of righteousness.
The middle-aged man was stunned by Dean's imposing manner. He quickly responded: "But this is a matter with conclusive evidence. Mr Dean, what evidence do you have to prove that you have been studying new magic during this time?"
"Of course, I have produced new inventions and handed them over to the Temple. I believe there will be results soon."
"You have produced it?" The middle-aged man was stunned: "So fast? Didn't you just create the lightning rod divine art last time? It's only been ten days, and you've already created a new divine art? "
Dean replied: "If it wasn't for the noise in the newspapers these days then the new invention would have come out much faster. This time the new invention was conceived a long time ago so the production was very fast."
"So …" The middle-aged man slightly opened his mouth as he didn't know what to ask.
After a moment the middle-aged man adjusted his thoughts and asked: "Mr Dean, even if you have produced a new invention it doesn't prove that you have been studying it all this time. I heard that you colluded with the barbarians to get power and retaliate against Mellon consortium. Is that true?"
"I need to correct you before answering your question. I didn't collude with barbarians and I don't need to collude with barbarians. I have too much wealth to spend."
"Mr Dean …"
"I'm sorry but your time is up."
"Next."
"Hello Mr Dean, I am a reporter from the Brief Reading Morning Post. I just heard about your new invention. I heard that every time your new invention is published, it will be snapped up by major consortiums. The pre-sale price is extremely shocking. If someone wants to buy your new invention this time, what price will you offer?"
"Legendary item price. This is the lowest price. Thank you."
"Legendary item price? Mr Dean, did I hear it wrong? "The man was startled.
Old Fulin and several other reporters were stunned. They looked at Dudian and suspected that he had made a slip of the tongue. But soon the reporters put away their surprise. They would exaggerate their words to create gimmicks when writing news. It was hard to guarantee that Dean wouldn't use this gimmick to disturb the previous news that was unfavorable to him. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was highly possible.
Half an hour later.
Dean ordered Neuss to give umbrellas to the five reporters and sent them away.
Dean turned to Old Fulin after the five had left: "I've read the newspaper. Although the New World consortium is facing bankruptcy but it is a time of war so the bankruptcy filing procedure will be delayed for some time. The money from the sale of the lightning rod will be used to fill the hole. They will pay us back a thousand times!"
He had read the newspapers for the past few days when he was in the hotel. The situation was similar to what he had expected. The only thing he didn't expect was that the New World consortium would go bankrupt and the Ryan family would owe huge debts. But thinking about the means of the Mellon consortium, it wasn't surprising.
Old Fulin's heart calmed down as he heard Dean's words. He was worried: "You came back too late. The Mellon consortium is dominating the general trend and your reputation has fallen to the bottom. Especially after the military newspaper was published today. The previous doubts have turned into one-sided accusations. You have aroused public anger. If it wasn't for the heavy rain, I reckon that a lot of people would have come to smash the door."
Dean smiled: "That's why I have to thank the rain."
"Yes." Old Fulin sighed: "You can still laugh at this time."
Dean smiled: "The enemy has gone crazy. Why wouldn't I laugh? As for the anger of the people, you don't have to worry about that. Since ancient times, for thousands of years, the commoners have been fools. What they see is what we let them see. What they think is good is what we praise. What they hate is what we criticize. How much they hate me now will be how much they love me in the future! "
Old Fulin was silent for a moment: "But the overall situation is in the hands of the Mellon consortium. Although you can contact Scott consortium and Huasheng consortium with your identity and value. They can use their own newspapers to whitewash your name. But the newspapers of the military have completely dyed you black. What you say now is useless. No one will believe you."
"That's why I won't say anything." Dean said: "Black or white, let the world judge! I just have to do my job. "
Old Fulin was startled: "Do you mean the invention?"
Dean smiled but didn't speak.
Dudian looked at Neuss after the rain subsided a little: "Jin, go and bring Sergei and Gwyneth back."
"Yes." Neuss nodded.
Sergei and Gwyneth returned to the castle after an hour. Gabriel and Artemis were also with them.
Dean asked Kroen to arrange a room for them. He called Sergei and Gwyneth: "Both of you go to the golden wall and survey the situation of the war. Report back at any time."
Sergei, Gwyneth, Old Fulin, Zendrall and others were surprised to hear this.
"War? Are the barbarians attacking the golden wall? " Sander was aghast: "How could it be? How could the barbarians choose to attack today? This …"
Old Fulin looked at Dean: "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Dean nodded.
"That's bad! If the barbarians attack us, we won't be able to explain ourselves. During this period of time, the newspapers will be focused on the situation of the war. No matter what we say, no one will read it, and no one will ask about it. Furthermore, there won't be any newspaper that will report about us at this time. This will cause public anger! We will be finished once the war is over. It doesn't matter if the barbarians win or lose. It will be useless to explain at that time! "Old Fulin's face turned ugly. He couldn't help but cough violently.
Dean got up and patted Old Fulin's shoulder: "Patriarch, don't worry. I'm here for everything."
Old Fulin's cheeks turned crimson as he looked at Dudian: "Dean, you must grasp the opportunity. We don't have much time!"
Sergei shrugged his shoulders as he saw Old Fulin's expression: "Old man, why are you panicking? Who knows if the barbarians will attack or not? I have been with young master but haven't seen the front line. Maybe young master is wrong."
Old Fulin was startled as he looked at Dean.
Dean said: "The war has just started. The military shouldn't have enough time to pass the news. I hope they can survive today. Otherwise everything will be in vain."
"How do you know that the barbarians will attack?" Old Fulin asked.
"It's raining. The savages have been living in the radiation zone for a long time, so they are not afraid of the rain and have strong resistance. However, it's different for our soldiers. Even if they are strong, once they are drenched in the rain and do not bathe in time to keep warm, they will fall seriously ill. Moreover, they are fighting in the rain. Even if they do not die, they will definitely fall seriously ill! The barbarians have broken through the King's Fort so they have been aiming at the Red Maple Mountains. It's easy to defend but difficult to attack. It shows that the barbarians have been planning for a long time. They must have very smart military staff. If I was the military staff of the barbarians I would also propose to fight at this time! "
Dean didn't want to explain but he saw that Old Fulin was concerned about the matter: "The barbarians will benefit from fighting in the rain. If they are smart then they won't choose to launch a general attack. Instead they will choose to consume the barbarians! Barbarians will suffer losses in every wave of war of attrition. But the soldiers who participated in the war will be seriously ill after the end of the war. It will be difficult for them to participate in the new battle! If there are three rounds of attrition then the military will have to replace three batches of soldiers. The soldiers who are seriously ill are no different from dead. Once the barbarians win they will become a pile of grass targets. "
Old Fulin was startled.
Sergei, Gwyneth, Kroen and others were also startled.
Dean looked at them but didn't continue to speak. In fact, he knew that the barbarians would attack in the heavy rain. Another important reason was gunpowder!
When he escaped from the prison, he discovered that gunpowder was one of the forbidden techniques of the Dark Church. This made him feel very strange. The Dark Church was an evil organization that specialized in the use of poisons and alchemists who used human bodies to conduct experiments. How could they give up gunpowder which was such a terrible and lethal thing?
If the amount of gunpowder was enough then they could flatten the headquarters of the Holy Church!
Such a lethal weapon was listed as a forbidden technique. It was conceivable that there must be a deep reason behind it! Although Dean didn't know the reason but at least he knew that the dark church was helpless! If there was a way to force the dark church to not use gunpowder then there was no doubt that it would be the military!
But if the military knew about the existence of gunpowder then he believed that there was no reason for them not to use it. This was a weapon used by the old countries to unify the world!
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