Dudian waited for Jenny to leave for about ten minutes before walking along the garden path. It didn't take long for him to arrive in front of the banquet hall. He heard a burst of hearty laughter from afar. He saw that the banquet hall's door was completely open. It seemed that the banquet had ended.
Dudian didn't expect to come out at the same time as the banquet ended. He secretly thanked the mosquito that had bitten him in time. He didn't enter the banquet hall but walked along the main road to the outside of the manor. He came to the middle part of the main road and saw that there were no nobles. He immediately trotted over and pretended to come out of the banquet hall and was ready to return.
After a moment, he came to the outside of the manor. There were a large number of carriages that were previously parked here. There were only seven or eight carriages left.
Dudian saw that Peter's carriage was still there. He was relieved and walked over.
There was no one in the carriage. Apparently, Peter hadn't come out yet.
Dudian sat in the carriage and waited inside.
It didn't take long for Peter to come back drunk. He saw Dudian sitting inside the carriage. His tongue was numbed by alcohol: "You, why are you here? Come, drink another cup. I have long admired your name …" Then he bent down and kneeled down in front of Dudian.
Dudian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly helped him up and said: "You drank too much. Come and sit down."
"Elder, I will do as you say …" Peter spoke vaguely but obediently sat down in the carriage.
Dean looked at his drunk face and sighed. He lifted the curtain and said to the coachman: "Let's go back."
"Yes, elder." The coachman respectfully said. He shook the rope and the carriage started to move.
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Dudian got off the carriage and asked the coachman to send Peter back to the scavenger headquarters of the Mellon consortium.
At the moment it was late at night. Mason and others had already gone to sleep. In addition to the attendants who were guarding the door, the maids and servants in the castle had already rested. Dean went back to his room and lay on the bed. Many things that happened today emerged in his mind. There was anger and humiliation, but also the joy and beauty brought by the beautiful girl. He thought about it and gradually fell asleep.
The next day, Dean woke up early in the morning. He saw Peter quickly coming to the castle with a wooden box in his hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Peter." Dean greeted him. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect to be so drunk last night. But after one night he recovered and was full of spirit.
Peter smiled and said: "I drank too much last night. I heard from the coachman that you sent me back."
"Of course." Dean looked at the small box in his hand: "What is this?"
Peter put the box on the table in the living room and opened it. There were syringes inside. Dean immediately knew that Peter had come to give them the 'God's blessing'.
"I just got it yesterday. I didn't have time to give it to you. I don't need to introduce these things again. Dean, you have two copies. One is the basic distribution and the other is the one you received in the first month. The second one will be given to you next month." Peter smiled.
Dean asked: "Can I take it back and use it myself?"
"Of course not." Peter shook his head: "This is the power given by the Holy Church on behalf of God. It must be used in the presence of a witness. This is the rule. I have sent these to you so I am your witness."
Dean was a bit regretful. He wanted to take one back to study. However, he didn't have any instruments in his hand so he couldn't study anything.
"Come on, I will give it to you first." Peter said as he picked up the syringes from the box.
Dean was a bit worried: "This … Are there any sequelae?"
Peter's face stiffened: "I will listen to these words. In the future, don't talk nonsense outside. You are questioning the God of Light."
Dean naturally understood this point, so the wording was tactful enough. He didn't directly ask if there would be any side effects.
"You can rest assured that this is a gift from the God of Light. Not only is it permanent, but scavengers who use it have never had any adverse reactions." Peter answered Dean's words.
Dean was a bit surprised, but didn't say anything. His heart was secretly awestruck. Could the Holy Church produce a perfect genetic potion? In this way, wouldn't they be able to mass-produce scavengers?
At this time, Peter inserted the syringe into his arm. Dean didn't feel any pain, but his arm was a bit numb. Soon, the red liquid in the syringe was pushed into his body.
Dean only felt a heat suddenly spread from his whole body. When it spread to his limbs, a violent heat rushed to his brain, as if all the blood in his body was gushing into his brain. He couldn't help but roar. The heat immediately receded and flowed into his limbs. His limbs were in extreme pain as if they were about to be torn apart. He clenched his teeth and endured the pain.
Soon, the heat faded like a tide. Dean looked up and immediately felt the difference. His vision was very sensitive. He could see the pores on Peter's face at a glance.
Dean thought of Lorian's power, so he immediately jumped in place.
Dean felt as if he was flying. He jumped over Peter's head. His feet were at least two meters above the ground. He fell back to the ground and raised his hand to grab the chair next to him. Suddenly, he felt as light as a catkin and could wave it at will.
"Well, wait for a while. There is still one more." Peter laughed.
Dean looked at the second syringe he picked up and couldn't help but ask: "What will happen if I inject all of these? Will I become infinitely powerful?"
Peter smiled and said: "Of course not. The effect will be very significant for the first injection. But the more the injection, the weaker the effect."
Although Dean expected this, he couldn't help but feel some regret. If it could be multiplied, then the Holy Church who mastered these gene potions would simply be a monster-like existence.
However, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. They were just scavengers, but they had such terrible power. If they were hunters, how terrible would it be?
Soon, Peter injected the second syringe into Dean's arm. The heat once again surged from his body, but this time it was not as strong as the previous one. Dean only felt a slight tearing pain, and the heat sank.
Dean looked again and immediately felt that his vision was a lot clearer. He estimated that his strength had improved a lot. He thought that even if a tiger was in front of him, he could probably kill it.
"Go and teach the others to come over." Peter laughed.
Dean nodded and called Macon and others to wake up.
It didn't take long for everyone to finish the injection. For a time, the whole castle was particularly noisy in the morning. Everyone was lively and experienced the incredible power in their body.
After Peter left, Dean returned to his room, packed up and prepared to return to the residential area.
"We can stay for three days for free. Are you going to leave today?"
"We are going to the nearby lively market to play today!"
"Why are you in such a hurry to go back? It's rare to have such an opportunity."
Mason and others were surprised and tried to persuade him.
Dean made up his mind. After saying goodbye to them, he called a carriage and went to the civilian area.
The carriage sent him directly to Lin Kang street 108 in the civilian area. Dean jumped out of the carriage and paid sixty copper coins. He couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. The rental price of a carriage in the commercial district was twice as high as in the civilian area. Fortunately, Jura couple gave him one hundred copper coins, so he still had ninety left.
At this time, Dean suddenly saw another carriage parked in front of the door. He couldn't help but be surprised. Is it a guest?
He bypassed the carriage and pushed open the white guardrail outside the door. As he came to the door, he heard quarreling sounds coming from inside. He was surprised and immediately raised his hand to knock on the door.
Soon, the door was opened. Jura opened the door. She strangely looked at Dean and said: "You are?"
After three years of scavenger training, Dean's appearance had changed dramatically. His body was much stronger than before. His skin was not so pale, but tanned to a wheat color. Jura didn't recognize him for a while.
"Auntie, it's me." Dean said.
Jura couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard his voice. She couldn't believe it: "Are you Dean?!"
Dean chuckled: "The training is over. I'm back."
Jura's eyes suddenly turned red. She held Dean in her arms and said: "You're back. You're finally back. Your uncle and I were worried every day. We were afraid that you would have an accident there. Fortunately …" She immediately pushed Dean away. She looked up and down at him. She was relieved to see that his hands and feet were intact.
Dean saw her exaggeration. He smiled and said: "I wanted to bring you some specialties from the commercial district. But I didn't have any money. So I didn't buy it."
"Silly boy, you're back. Why did you bring specialties?" Jura smiled and stroked Dean's hair: "I haven't seen you for three years. You've grown so tall. Where did you …"
"Gianni, don't go too far!" At this time, an angry voice came from the living room. Dean immediately recognized that it was Gray's voice.
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