Chapter 393
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Not long after, a team of cavalry suddenly appeared from behind the canyon, followed by infantry and archers. They came along the narrow road and stopped seven or eight meters in front of Dean. A general riding a brown horse quickly jumped down from the horse and rushed to the front of Dean. He nervously asked: "Master, are you okay?"
Dean shook his head: "It's not a big deal."
The middle-aged general was relieved as he looked at the wound on Dean's left hand: "I've heard that someone in the escort team was bribed to assassinate you. Fortunately you responded in time and didn't let the thieves succeed. It's the negligence of the military. I hope master can forgive us. How about you go back and recuperate first?"
Dean smiled. The general was not a simple character. He casually said a few words and the charge of the assassination was placed outside of the military. It was only a crime of 'negligence'. Sure enough, he knew how to exonerate the charge of a crime better than anyone else.
"I'll leave this place to the general. I'll personally take the two captives back to the military." Dean said to the middle-aged general as he pointed at the two captives on the ground.
The middle-aged general looked at them and said: "Master, you've worked hard. Leave this small matter to us."
"This canyon is a dangerous place. You will stay here and guard it." Dean didn't care about the age gap between them. He gently patted the general's shoulder and said in a sincere tone.
The middle-aged general stared blankly, feeling a little strange. He was actually being taught by a youth?
However, he didn't say anything as he thought of Dean's identity as a master.
Dean picked up the female barbarian from the ground and threw her on the back of his horse. He looked at Reid: "One of you stay here and count the number of enemy's corpses so that you can report to the general."
Reid was happy: "Yes."
He knew that Dean deliberately said this to the middle-aged general. He wanted to give them a chance to make meritorious deeds. It wasn't just to protect the safety of the master.
The middle-aged general nodded as he didn't care. How many barbarians could they kill with just twenty people? He also understood that Dean wanted to go to the battlefield to make meritorious deeds. Otherwise people would think that he was just putting on a show.
Hyah!
Dean galloped out.
Reid and others saluted the middle-aged general. They carried the remaining barbarian youth and left behind Dean. Only one person was responsible for counting the number of dead barbarians.
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"You only need to confess about the Mellon consortium and the Scott consortium. Do you understand?" Dean lowered his voice and said to the female barbarian who was lying on the horse.
Ivette was violently jolted by the horse. Her chest was stuffy and she couldn't breathe. She clenched her teeth and secretly cursed Dean. But she didn't dare to show it on the surface.
"Did you hear me?" Dean leaned closer.
Yvette gritted her teeth and said, "I will do as you say, but if you don't save me, I will definitely confess to you."
"You don't even know my name. How are you going to confess to me?" Dean said indifferently. He shook the rope and rushed forward faster.
Ivette almost spat out blood when she heard Dean's words.
Dean and others reached the military headquarters after more than two hours of galloping. Dean dismounted and pulled down the female barbarian. He handed her to a general from the military: "This is the barbarian we captured when we were defending the Scarlet Canyon. I heard from Reid that she seems to be a barbarian royal. I hope you can interrogate her and get some important information."
The general had three golden stars and was over fifty years old. The last time Skagen came to the command hall to show the new legendary invention, he was also present. He knew that the fierce killing weapon came from the hands of the young man in front of him. At this moment, he saw the young man face to face for the first time. There was a very close feeling.
There was a trace of shock in the general's eyes as he heard Dean's words. He looked at the female barbarian in Dean's hand. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Master Dean is really wise and brave. He is not only an outstanding master of the Temple but also a glorious knight. I'm ashamed to get such a result in the first battle. Don't worry, the military will deal with this matter properly. We will pry out everything from her mouth!"
Dean said: "General, this person is still useful to me. I hope you can spare her life after you are done with her."
"Spare her life?" The general looked at Dean in surprise: "Master, why?"
"I want to dissect and see the difference between the corpses of the barbarian royal family and the ordinary barbarians. Perhaps I can infer the living environment of the barbarian royal family or the overall number of barbarians. I can even exterminate the barbarian royal family!" Dean said.
The general and Reid were stunned. After a moment, the general couldn't help but ask: "Master, can you really do this?"
Dean shook his head: "Of course I can't guarantee 100% success. No master can guarantee this but there is some possibility. So I hope the military can spare her life. Leave her to me after the interrogation."
The general was a little disappointed, but then he smiled and said: "Since the master has spoken, then I will make the decision. After the interrogation is over, I will send it to the master. I wish the master a smooth progress in your research. If you can help the military to wipe out the barbarians outside the Great Wall, the master will be a hero that will be remembered through the ages. You will be the greatest knight in the Hall of Knights!"
Dean smiled and sneered in his heart.
Dean wanted to separate from Reid and others and go back to their homes. But Reid and others insisted on following him. They said that the war wasn't over so the task of protecting him wouldn't end. They had to stay by his side to protect him.
Dean didn't insist on ordering them to retreat. Anyway, it was convenient to have more people to run errands. As for the friendship of the soldiers? It was good that others had this thing. He felt that he could make use of it.
Dean replaced the gauze again after returning to the castle. Reid wanted to inform the top doctors of the military to treat Dean but Dean refused.
There were two main reasons for Dean's refusal. The first was that he didn't want his physical condition to be known by the military. The second was that the Mellon consortium and other unknown enemies had infiltrated the military. He couldn't guarantee that the military doctor wouldn't be sent to assassinate him. If the treatment was tampered with, then he wouldn't be able to detect it and would die in vain.
"Master." Neuss brought the hot soup to the study room. He looked at the black gauze: "Master, are you okay? Has the poison been cleared?"
"It's much better." Dean put on clean clothes and took the hot soup. He was about to take a sip when he thought of something. He opened the drawer and took out a silver coin. He wiped it and threw it into the bowl.
Neuss was at a loss.
Dean stared at the coin for a moment but didn't see any change. He was relieved. He was about to drink but saw a touch of black on the edge of the coin. His face changed as he stared at Neuss.
Neuss couldn't help but say: "Master, you, you …"
Dean looked at him for a moment and slowly said: "Catch the person who made the soup and ask him why he poisoned the soup."
"Poisoned?" Neuss was shocked. He realized the seriousness of the matter as he looked at Dean's gloomy expression. He turned and ran away.
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