Chapter 397
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"Arrest warrant?" Mark's eyes swept over the book. The thick black characters were engraved into his pupils. His smile couldn't help but stiffen.
The servants around the hall were shocked when they heard the words of the middle-aged general. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look at him.
"General Casey?" George slowly walked out from behind Mark with his walking stick. His figure was thin because of his old age. He couldn't see Mark's figure when he was standing behind Mark. But Mark quickly moved sideways as he walked out. He bent down to support George. All the attention and lights in the hall were focused on him at this moment.
"It seems that I need to talk about etiquette and history with the general." George calmly looked at the middle-aged general, Casey, and slowly said, "Bringing weapons and trespassing into a noble's manor is a very impolite thing to do, and it is also unforgivable! Although our Mel family treats people generously but we can't forgive such rude behavior! Secondly, since the end of the 'Battle of the Garden' 160 years ago, the military can't arrest any aristocrat for any crime except for the rebellion of the aristocrats. It doesn't matter if the aristocrats are declining or rising! "
The crutches in his hand fiercely hit the ground after he said the last word. Although his expression was calm but his sharp words showed his anger and majesty.
Casey indifferently looked at the old man who was once all-powerful. Countless high-ranking generals, Knights of Light, and even deacons of the magistrate bowed and respectfully treated him. The latter's dignified and deep eyes made Casey's expression become colder and colder. His voice was as hard as a stone: "I'm sorry, I'm acting under orders. The arrest warrant is for the 'crime of rebellion'. In addition, your granddaughter Sarah Mel will also come with us. I hope you have the manners of a noble and won't embarrass us!"
"Shut up! What are you talking about?!" Mark angrily rebuked.
Casey tilted his head and looked at him, his gaze was as sharp as a sword. "Mr. Kenson, you want to arrest me?"
"You!" Mark's eyebrows were raised.
George raised his hand to press down the hand on his arm. He shook his head slightly and looked deeply into Casey's eyes. He said slowly, "I hope the military can take responsibility for your reckless actions. Let's go." He patted the back of Mark's hand. He turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall. His old figure didn't look weak at all. Instead, he exuded a majestic aura like that of a dragon.
Mark was startled. He turned his head and coldly looked at Casey: "We'll go first. Inform magistrate and let them investigate this matter. Don't let the military abuse their power."
The butler understood the meaning of his words and nodded. He stared at Casey with a gloomy expression.
Casey glanced at him but didn't care. He followed Mark out of the hall.
Although it was an arrest, the carriages that were brought over were all of the highest quality, luxurious and noble. On the surface, it looked like soldiers were escorting some noble person.
"Lisa, I'm leaving. I'll leave this place to you." Sarah came to the front of the carriage and said goodbye to her guard. Although she was more mature than other children of the same age. She had to deal with family affairs at a young age. She was in charge of the life and death of tens of thousands of civilians. But at this moment, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. She bit her lips as she vaguely guessed that the youth was the reason why the consortium encountered such a thing. Although there were many enemies of the Mellon consortium but the one she suspected the most was the youth. Her intuition told her that her heart was full of guilt and self-blame. If she could kill the youth earlier then there wouldn't be so many problems.
"Miss, I know what to do. Take care of yourself." Lisa said in a respectful tone. She was dressed in a servant's attire. She looked like a handsome knight. However, her chest was bulging out. It was hard to ignore.
Sarah held her skirt as she went up the carriage. Her fingers tightly clenched the skirt. The remorse and grievances in her eyes gradually turned into intense hatred. She never thought that one day she would be in such an embarrassing situation. Although the carriage she was sitting in was incomparably exquisite. It wasn't inferior to her private carriage. It was a luxury that ordinary civilians couldn't afford to ride in their entire life.
The butler returned to the hall after George, Sarah, Mark and the others left. He looked at a servant: "Immediately send the news to young master Melk. Let him ask the bishop to come forward and bail the master."
"Yes." The servant replied.
"You, go and call Mr. Myers and Mr. Mel Parton. Tell them that there is an important matter to discuss."
"Yes."
"You, go and inform General William. Let him send people to take care of the master. Don't let anyone offend him."
"Yes."
A series of orders were passed down from the mouth of the butler. The entire Mel Castle was like a huge machine that quickly operated.
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"Is it done?" Dean asked Kroen.
Kroen gently picked up the letter from the desk and handed it to Dean: "Master, it's done. Please have a look."
Dean glanced at it and nodded: "Send it to Old Fulin."
"Yes." Kroen put the letter into an envelope and went out to deliver the letter.
Dean got up and moved his muscles and bones. After sitting on the bed for a long time, he felt frozen. There seemed to be something wrong with his body. However, with the simple modern medical knowledge he learned from the super chip, he couldn't find the cause. It was estimated that it would be useless to ask other doctors to diagnose him unless he invited some top doctors. However, these doctors had connections with some big forces, and it was easy to leak his physical condition. He could only wait until he learned medical skills and then diagnose by himself.
Dean went downstairs and came to the hall. Jake, Sandro and their children had been sent back to the Ryan Castle. The hall had become empty. It was deserted and quiet.
However, Dean has long been accustomed to the silence. He looked up at the distant sky. His eyes flashed as he looked at Nicholas: "The rain has stopped. Prepare some pastries and tea."
Nicholas was surprised but didn't say anything. He turned around and ordered the kitchen.
Dean sat on the sofa in the hall and quietly read a book. It didn't take long for the sound of hooves to be heard outside the castle. It was a horse galloping along the Taizha River.
Reid and the remaining guards quickly stopped him. The latter took out a medal from his bosom and handed it over. Reid checked it and allowed him to enter.
"Master, people from the Knight's Hall have come to see you." Nicholas ran over.
Dean didn't raise his head: "Let them in."
"Yes."
After a moment, the youth was led into the hall by Nicotine. He saw Dean sitting on the sofa. There was a trace of awe in his eyes. He stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings master. I'm a silver knight of the Knight's Hall, Bolt."
"Sit down." Dean put away the book and smiled at him. He raised his chin towards Nicholas.
Nicholas ordered the servants to bring the pastries and tea. He was curious as he didn't know how Dudian predicted that someone would come to visit.
Bolt sat down gracefully and took out a letter from his pocket. He handed it over with both hands and said respectfully, "Master, I'm here to deliver a letter. Please take a look."
Dean nodded and took the letter. He looked at Bolt and smiled: "Thanks for the trouble. But please go back and tell them that the civilians in the residential district are in danger due to the barbarians' invasion. The nobles and civilians in the commercial district are also in danger. I'm about to go to the battlefield so I have no time to accept the title ceremony from the Knight's Hall. I'll personally come to apologize if I survive the war."
Bolt's eyes flashed with respect as he said: "I heard that master disregarded his own safety and personally rushed to the battlefield. Not only did you guard the Scarlet Canyon for 16 hours but you also killed hundreds of barbarians. You also captured a barbarian royal. It is really admirable. Compared to you, I am ashamed. I am a pure silver knight but I can only stay in the commercial district. I can't go to the battlefield and kill the enemy. It is an insult to the knight's way." Bolt sighed as he said this.
Dean smiled: "Justice is also part of the knight's spirit. Strictly abide by the law and obey orders. It's not necessary to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy."
Bolt nodded and said, "Grandmaster is right. Since you don't have time to confer titles, I'll go back first."
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