Chapter 376
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After leaving the Temple, Dean went straight back to the castle. He called Old Fulin and others and briefly told them about today's events. When they heard that he was conferred the title of 'master', they were shocked and speechless.
"You, the new invention that you submitted last time was really a legendary invention?" Old Fulin's face was full of shock as he felt incredible. After all, the boy sitting in front of him was only a sixteen-year-old boy. He was able to produce a legendary item. But now he was able to produce a second one. This was simply unprecedented in both the ancient and modern times.
Zendrall, Nicholas, Kroen and others were also shocked. The news was too shocking. A sixteen-year-old master who had produced two legendary inventions. Such a name was one of the best in the entire Temple.
Compared to his previous identity as a senior architect, the difference was like the clouds and mud. He had become one of the top figures in the outer wall!
Dean sighed in his heart as he saw the shocked expressions of the others. It seemed that the title of 'master' was far more profound in their minds than the creation of a new invention system. It was probably because of the prestige accumulated by the masters of the Temple over a long period of time. Even old nobles like Old Fulin were no exception.
For the divine emissaries of the Shrine, the news of creating a new system of magic was far more sensational than the fact that he had become a master. After all, ever since the birth of the Shrine, the nine great systems of magic had been created in just a dozen years. However, in the long years that followed, no new system of magic had been created. It could be said that once his system of air magic was developed, he would be a living legend!
With such an identity, he would be an existence that could call the wind and summon the rain in the outer wall!
"I didn't ask you to come here to express your feelings." Dudian's voice pulled everyone's thoughts back: "I'm going to personally participate in the war with my new invention. I'm going to use action to reverse the negative impact caused by the Mellon consortium. So now I need you to do some preparation work."
Old Fulin and others were startled as they stared at Dean in astonishment.
"You, you want to participate in the war?" Old Fulin was stunned.
Sandro said: "Young Master, you have just been conferred the title of master, and you are also a top master who has created two legendary magic arts. With your current status, the people will no longer doubt you. How can you personally go to the battlefield? It's too dangerous, what if something happens …"
"Yeah …" Nicotine also chimed in.
"Huh?" Dudian glanced at him. Nicotine immediately stopped talking and showed a bitter face.
Dean indifferently said: "I have made up my mind. I didn't ask you to persuade me. My identity alone can remove the suspicion of most of the people. Moreover the military will find a scapegoat to help me restore the previous damage to my reputation. But how is that enough? What I want is not to get rid of the people's anger, but to divert it! "
"Whoever splashed dirty water on me, I will make him swallow it himself!"
Old Fulin frowned: "Transfer? What does it have to do with your participation in the war? If you want to divert the anger then we will have to find evidence to prove that the Mellon consortium is slandering you. "
Dean said: "We don't have enough manpower so we can't find evidence to pull them into the water. But once the war is over, even if we find the evidence, the emotions of the civilians will fade. Eventually the pain will be healed by time. We don't want to offend such a big consortium. So we can only take advantage of the chaotic atmosphere of the war to ignite the anger in their bodies!"
"War? How? "Old Fulin frowned as he didn't understand.
Dean shook his head: "It's a long story. In short, listen to my instructions. Nicotine, tell the black workshop to speed up the printing of leaflets. Post them in the commercial district and civilian areas. Hire more people and write down the news that I will personally go to war. Remember to render my image bright and tragic. Also write down the news that I have donated legendary items to the military. Also write down the news that I have become a master of the Temple. You should know the specifics."
"I know, master." Nicotine bowed his head. His voice was full of awe.
Dudian looked at Kroen: "Prepare some people to go to the battlefield. After the end of the first battle, spread the news that Mellon consortium is framing me. Write down the names of the people and the time and place. Write down the names of high ranking officers and priests of the Holy Church. Don't write down their real names. Make up a fictional character such as master Kroen or priest Kroen. Do you understand?"
Kroen was startled.
Old Fulin and Nicotine were also stunned.
"I, I know." Kroen reacted and nodded.
Dean said: "We have to do this secretly. Remember to hire a person so that I won't trace it back to us. Use the method I usually teach you."
"I know, master." Kroen bowed his head.
Dean nodded and looked at Old Fulin: "Patriarch, help me contact all the consortia except the Mellon consortium. Let them help me publish this matter in the newspapers. Hint to them that I will remember this favor if they perform well. But don't use my name to talk about these things."
"I know." Old Fulin nodded as he heard Dean's orderly arrangement. He knew that he was worrying too much. He was a little relieved.
Dean looked at Sander: "I'll trouble you to personally go to the Mellon consortium and use my name to talk to them. If they are willing to withdraw their slanderous remarks and clarify for me, then I will let bygones be bygones. Everyone will coexist peacefully in the future. But they must compensate me for the loss of reputation. One million gold coins!"
"In addition, they must give us a passage outside the giant wall! Remember to emphasize one point. As long as they are willing to agree then I swear in my name that I will never target them again. Everyone will coexist peacefully! "
"Uh …" Sander was startled.
Old Fulin, Nicotine and Kroen were also startled. Let bygones be bygones? Peaceful coexistence? They had been in contact with Dean for a long time. They knew that the latter wasn't such a kind person!
"Do you remember?" Dean frowned.
Sandro recovered: "I will remember. But will the Mellon consortium believe that we have been enemies with them for a long time? Moreover, are you really not going to take revenge? "
Dean replied: "How can we attack if we don't let the enemy relax?"
They understood Dean's intention. They couldn't help but change their faces. There was a burst of chill in their hearts. At the same time, they were glad that such a person was on their side and not an enemy. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to sleep at night!
"When are you going to set off?" Old Fulin asked Dean.
Dean gently rubbed his fingers: "It's still too early. I will set off when the golden wall is captured by the barbarians."
Old Fulin was surprised: "Wait until the golden wall is broken? Wouldn't the barbarians rush into the commercial district? I'm afraid … "
"We will win the battle against the Mellon consortium as long as I set off. If I can repel the barbarians then it will be a great victory for the Mellon consortium. There will be no chance for the Mellon consortium to make a comeback! But if the golden wall doesn't fall then I will only get some cheers even if I repel the barbarians. What's the point of doing such a strenuous thing? "Dean said in a flat tone.
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