Chapter 368
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The middle-aged man's pupils shrank as he heard the boy's words. His face was full of pain and shock. In his impression, the architects of the 'Temple of Elements' were frail people. However, the strength and speed that the boy in front of him had shown was more terrible than any of the colonel-level generals that he had seen before.
Dudian glanced at the middle-aged man's face. His fingers loosened and the middle-aged man's head heavily hit the wooden floor. Both of his hands were dislocated and his chest was in pain. His upper body was almost paralyzed. He couldn't exert even half of his strength.
Dudian picked out the towel from the middle-aged man's mouth. Then he pressed the man's shoulders. He slightly twisted and pushed the man's arms back. His technique was extremely skilled.
"I will hand over the people. Tomorrow they will go to the military to report. If the military comes again, I hope you can remind them that if they don't abide by my rules, then they better not step into my territory. Next time they won't be so lucky." Dudian stood up and clapped his hands. He lifted his foot and stepped over the middle-aged man's head. He went back to the dining table. He directly ignored the dumbfounded expressions of the juniors on both sides of the table. He reached out to Nicholas.
Nicholas was startled. He understood from Dudian's expression and handed over a clean towel.
There was a trace of approval in Dudian's eyes. He took the towel and wiped his fingers. Every finger was extremely clean. He returned the towel to Nicholas and said: "Send the guest out."
"Yes." There was a trace of a bitter smile on Nicholas's face.
The middle-aged man stood up from the ground. His face was very ugly. His eyes were filled with hidden ruthlessness as he stared at Dudian. He turned around and said: "Let's go!"
The other young men covered their wounds and tried to endure the pain. They looked at Dean in horror and turned to follow the middle-aged man. They didn't say a word.
Dudian held the knife and looked around the table: "Let's continue the dinner. The food is cold. Tell the chef to heat it up."
The juniors quickly bowed their heads. They didn't dare to look at Dudian's eyes.
Old Fulin wryly smiled but didn't say anything.
Dudian returned to the study room after the meal. Old Fulin came in with Sander's help. Old Fulin sat on the chair next to him and smiled: "Today you injured an officer. I'm afraid they will say bad things about you when they go back. If the contradiction intensifies in this critical period, it will inevitably be disadvantageous to you. Why are you so impulsive? If next time …"
Dean looked at him: "You and I aren't sure if there is someone behind them who is deliberately testing our bottom line. If so, then I will let the people behind them see where my bottom line is! If not, it doesn't matter. I'll do it, and I'll feel comfortable. "
"Don't you nobles hate hunters? You think hunters are too dangerous, cruel, and ruthless?" Dudian smiled: "But anyone who has experienced many life and death situations will cherish their life and respect themselves more. So these clowns aren't qualified for me to endure."
Old Fulin was startled: "I know. You are right. I have too many concerns. The world outside the giant wall has taught you how to live freely."
Dean smiled and handed the letter to Sander: "Let Sergei and Gwyneth come back. Tell Mr. Nicholas to get ready. He will replace Sergei and Gwyneth in the front line. We have to get first-hand information about the war. We don't have to wait for the newspapers to tell us."
"Let Mr. Nicholas go?" Sander was surprised: "He …"
"He is stronger than you think."
"Oh, I know. I'll go." Sander turned and left the study room. He gently closed the door without making a sound.
Dudian opened the curtains and looked at the dark night outside. At the moment, there was still a drizzle. The windows were half closed and the cold wind was blowing in. Dudian wasn't afraid of the cold but Old Fulin was in the room. He wanted to get some fresh air but he still closed the window. He looked at Old Fulin: "When he comes back, ask him to ask the servants to prepare some charcoal for you. The fireplace in your room has been cleaned."
"Winter?" Old Fulin was startled. He smiled: "Do you mean the black snow season? I always hear strange words coming out of your mouth. I don't know where you learned them. Is it the name of the black snow season in the slums?"
Dean smiled but didn't answer.
Old Fulin saw his smile and sighed: "You have something on your mind. Don't keep it to yourself. Tell me about it. Although I'm old and I may not be able to help you, but at least I can share some of your pressure."
Dean shook his head: "I don't have any pressure. But I didn't expect the appetite of the military to be bigger than I thought. I thought that they had messed up. But now it seems that they are much calmer than all of us."
"Oh? What do you mean? "
"When the war breaks out, there is often a forced conscription due to a lack of manpower. But all the able-bodied men will be pushed to the front line of the battlefield." Dean sighed: "But this time the military isn't aiming at the civilians. They want to weaken the forces of the six consortiums! I'm sure that the military won't just forcibly recruit our New World Consortium's hunters. None of the other consortiums will be spared either. Under such special circumstances, if the consortiums resist stubbornly, they will have to face the military's enforcement! "
"Without the support of the people, the consortiums won't be able to resist even if they are suppressed by the military. After all, the consortiums are just a collection of chambers of commerce. They are just a group of upper-class businessmen."
Dean sighed: "The people are really strange. You say that they are useful but they are ignorant and incompetent. They are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. You say that they are useless but no forces dare to lose the hearts of the people. Public opinion is like a boat on a stormy sea. It will capsize in the blink of an eye. Speaking of this, the Holy Church is the smartest."
Old Fulin was startled as he heard Dean's slightly sentimental tone. He suddenly thought that the teenager in front of him had just turned 16 years old. Generally, other people at this age were ignorant of the world's affairs. They would play all day long. But he had become an existence that could compete with the six consortiums, the military, and even the Holy Church.
"That's why I said that we can't arouse public anger and lose the hearts of the people." Old Fulin said: "My father once said that although the civilians are lowly but they are the cornerstone of the aristocracy. If the family wants to prosper then we can't lose the hearts of the people. Therefore, our Ryan family has a low attitude towards the civilians. It's also related to my father's teachings."
Dean looked out of the window: "But someone will soon lose the hearts of the people. Let's see the performance of the military."
Old Fulin was startled. He looked at Dean's eyes and looked out of the window into the dark night.
The darkness was getting thicker.
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The next morning.
Dean got up on time and sat in the dining room to eat breakfast. He was waiting for the newspaper to arrive. At this time, Sergei and Gwyneth came down from upstairs and greeted Dean.
"Remember what I said last night. Your life is the first priority." Dean stared at the steak on the plate. He gently cut it with the knife: "I won't have time to collect the body if I die."
Sergei grinned and said: "I know! We've already taken out our steel nails, so this kind of battle is nothing to us. Let's not talk about anything else, but staying alive is definitely not a problem. By the way, why are you eating so greasy so early in the morning? "
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