Chapter 380
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"So fast?" Dean frowned and thought for a moment. He put away the super chip and card reader and put them back into the closet. He took off his coat from the rack and put it on. He opened the door and looked at Neuss: "I'm not feeling well. Help me to go down and have a look."
"Are you not feeling well?" Neuss was surprised: "Master, what's wrong with you? I'll call the doctor …"
Dudian winked at him and pulled his arm around his own.
Neuss was startled but immediately understood. He supported Dean's arm but his heart was full of doubts.
Dean came to the stairs and looked in the direction of the strange smell. He saw an officer sitting in the living room. There were three silver medals on his shoulder. He was about forty years old and had a well-proportioned figure.
The officer heard the movement from the stairs and looked up. He saw Dean who was supported by Neuss. He jumped up from the chair and saluted: "Heavy Feather Camp, Reid! Greetings master Dean!"
Dean coughed as he went down the stairs: "Hello, are you the person responsible for guarding me?"
Reid nodded: "I'm the captain of the guards. My task is to protect master Dean. I hope that you can cooperate with us on the battlefield. Don't do dangerous things."
Dean sat on the chair next to him and motioned him to sit: "How many guards are there?"
Reid replied: "There are a total of twenty people in the guards. Master Dean, please don't worry. The members of the guards are elites selected from the ace battalions. There are top talents in various fields. One of them won't be a problem. They can absolutely protect your life."
Dean nodded and asked: "Is everyone here?"
Reid shook his head: "They are waiting for you at the starting point. I came to pick you up."
Dean coughed: "I haven't been feeling well since yesterday. I think it's because of the continuous rain in the past few days. Maybe I caught a cold. I don't know if I can wait for my body to get better before we go to the battlefield."
Reid had long noticed that Dean seemed to be in poor health. He nodded: "Of course. Master Dean can rest at home if you are not feeling well. Do you need me to call the military doctor?"
"No, no." Dean said: "It's just a small problem. I have seen him and he should recover soon. Military doctors are too precious during the war. Let them take care of the wounded soldiers. They are the ones who need to be taken care of."
Reid was startled. There was a trace of respect in his eyes: "Master Dean is as kind and benevolent as the rumors say. You can rest assured. If you want to go then inform us at any time. But I personally hope that Master Dean can recuperate in peace and take good care of his body. The battlefield is too dangerous. Although there won't be any danger because of our protection but if there is an accident it will be a loss to the Temple and everyone!"
Dean coughed: "I appreciate your kindness, but I'm sorry to let you come here in vain."
"It's nothing." Reid shook his head.
Dean asked the servants to send Reid out of the castle. He went back upstairs and looked at Neuss: "Tell the informants stationed in the front line to increase the frequency of news transmission. The golden wall is about to fall. We have to grasp the news as soon as possible!"
"Yes."
Another day passed.
In the morning papers, the situation of the battle at the golden wall was once again on the headlines. However, after several days of continuous battles, the golden wall had been broken and was on the verge of collapsing. There were also barbarians breaking through the golden wall, but before they could run far, they were surrounded and annihilated by the military. However, the situation was not optimistic.
There was a page about Dean under the headlines of the golden wall. He was the only non-combatant who could appear in the newspapers during this special period. In addition to the news about Dean himself, there was more about the introduction and production process of his new invention 'steam gun'.
Legendary invention.
The name alone was enough to arouse the expectations of countless civilians and nobles. Especially in this tense and harsh defensive war. The steam gun was a legendary invention that hadn't appeared for many years.
In addition, there was news about the establishment of the second line of defense near the river. There were also news about the generals who died in the disaster.
Dean curled up in the quilt after reading the morning paper. He was holding the history book of the giant wall of Silvia. His super sensitive hearing allowed him to hear the conversations of the servants in the castle. From time to time he could hear the shouts coming from the front of the castle. He could see the front door of the castle from the window. There was a large group of people standing there. All of them were dressed like civilians. There were only a few blonde figures who looked like nobles.
It was different from the previous curses. Now there were cheers and words of encouragement.
The people who had come to the front of the castle had completely disappeared since the newspaper had published his name. Instead, a large number of admirers had come to the castle. Such a change surprised and made the servants in the castle very happy.
Dean wasn't surprised. He was quite annoyed by the noise as it affected his reading.
At ten o 'clock a secret letter was sent to Dean's room by Neuss. It was handed to Dean who was lying on the bed.
Dean took the letter and read it. His eyes were still staring at the secret letter. He quickly said: "Neuss, write to the military and tell them that I'm going to go to war!"
Neuss's face changed. Dean had said that the golden wall would collapse when he went to war. Obviously the golden wall had collapsed in this drizzling weather!
"Yes!" Neuss turned and ran away.
He looked up at the air in front of him. His eyebrows slightly wrinkled as he said to himself: "You two, don't let me down …" He took out a match from the drawer of the bedside desk and lit the secret report. After the secret report was burned to ashes, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He put on a set of knight's armor that he had made in advance. He put on his sword and hunter's bow and quiver on his shoulder. He looked at himself in front of the mirror.
He had delicate facial features and black hair. At the moment his posture was straight and his appearance was full of vigor and fighting spirit. He looked like an excellent knight.
Dean was quite satisfied. He opened the door and went out. The joints of the armor rubbed against each other as he walked. Metal boots made continuous thumping sounds as he stepped on the ground.
Dean went downstairs and stood in the hall. The servants were surprised to see Dean's appearance. Some of the younger girls were blushing and didn't dare to look at him.
"Master, master Dean, are you going out?" Jake stammered as he saw Dudian.
Dean nodded and patted his shoulder: "You will take care of the old man. His legs are inconvenient so you should help him."
"Yes, yes." Jake was flattered. Dean's every move seemed to be full of majesty since he became a master. Jake was in awe of Dean. He didn't think that there was anything strange about Dean's words.
Dean nodded and asked the servant to bring him a raincoat. He put it over the armor like a cloak.
"Master, the carriage is ready for you." A servant said in a trembling voice.
Dean said: "I'm going to war. Why do I need a carriage? Bring me a horse!"
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