Chapter 398
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Nicholas returned to the hall after sending away the young knight. He looked at the letter in Dean's hand which was engraved with the emblem of the Knight's Hall. There was a trace of envy in his eyes but also curiosity. He didn't know what kind of knight position the Knight's Hall would grant to Dean. Would he start off as a silver knight?
Dudian glanced at Nicholas and threw the letter on the table: "Send it to my study room."
"Yes." Nicholas's heart trembled slightly, and he respectfully nodded and took the letter upstairs. Although he was curious, he didn't dare to open it. After all, this wasn't something he could do as a butler, and he had already lost the chance to pardon him.
"The Knight's Hall really thinks highly of me. I don't think it would be easy for me to get the title of a golden knight. I don't know how much of a master's identity is involved in this title. Power is really a good thing …" Dudian's mouth curved into a smile. He liked this feeling.
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"Send a letter to other nobles?" Old Fulin's face slightly changed as he looked at the letter that had just been delivered: "Finally, the net has begun to close. I hope that the net is big enough and strong enough so that the big fish won't be fooled a second time …"
Sander who was next to him was startled: "Father, this young master … Master Dean wants to deal with the Mellon consortium?"
"The time is almost right." Old Fulin slowly put away the letter. He opened the oil lamp and threw it into the flame. The letter was quickly engulfed by the flame: "Master's identity and he is stirring up people's grievances against the Mellon consortium. I guess that many families of the Mellon consortium are applying to withdraw. The pillars have been removed and the castle will eventually collapse."
Sander slightly frowned: "Father, although the Mellon consortium is gone, but a dying tiger can bite a wolf to death. It won't be so difficult to bite. He asked you to send a letter to other nobles. Does he want to use us as the vanguard? If there is any danger then he can deal with it. But we won't have a chance. "
Old Fulin was silent for a moment. He shook his head: "He won't do that."
Sandro couldn't help but look at him when he heard his father's confident words. Anger suddenly surged in his heart as he said in a low voice, "Father, I really don't understand. Why do you trust him so much? He used to be a prisoner and a ferocious hunter. You've also seen that he's not as simple as we thought he was. Under the coat of his amazing talent, there's a cold and ruthless heart! "
Old Fulin slowly turned to look at him, just looking at him.
Facing his father's gaze, Sandro felt that he couldn't stay silent anymore. He spat out all the words that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time, "Father, I know that he has done a great favor for our Ryan family, but he was just using us! He escaped from prison because he coerced you to bail him out. Although he promised to let our Ryan family return to its heyday, how can you believe only one side of the story? He made new textile machines and matches. He helped our Ryan family to improve our life and improve our economy. But the purpose of this is just to use us! "
"He is just a pariah. If he doesn't have the support of an aristocrat then the Mellon consortium can throw him back into prison. So he can only support us so that our shelter will become more and more luxuriant!"
"In the end, he has always been using us. I used to think that he was just a talented teenager. But now it seems that he is simply a devil. He is more terrible than we imagined! The Mellon consortium has been in the commercial district for decades. It has experienced many hardships and suffered many blows. However, it only took this boy a year to push the Mellon consortium into a desperate situation. It was only a year! "
Sandro was getting more and more excited: "Now he is a master. Even if we don't exist, he has the status of a noble. Countless nobles are willing to be a feather on his wings. Our Ryan family is just a declining noble family. He is such a cold-blooded person. Why would he care about us? To him, we are nothing more than loyal dogs!! "
"That's enough." Old Fulin shook his head and stopped him from talking.
Sandro slightly gritted his teeth as he looked at Old Fulin. This was the first time that he looked at his father without fear.
Old Fulin slowly moved his eyes: "From the moment he assassinated deacon Huey and framed the Milan family, I knew that our family was harboring a devil. I naturally don't believe his words. I also don't believe a person's loyalty to his promises. However, there is one thing that I believe in him."
"One thing?" Sandro was startled.
"The devil is cruel, greedy and violent. But he is different. In addition to these things, he has pride!" Old Fulin slowly said: "He is a proud person. Although he may not return the favor to our Ryan family, but at least he won't treat us as pawns. This is trampling on his own self-esteem."
Sandro was stunned for a moment before he fell silent.
Old Fulin turned to look at him: "You don't have to be afraid of him. Although he is cold-blooded, but this is the way to survive. Only in this way can he bring down the Mellon consortium. Only in this way can he go to the peak! After all, in the giant wall where we live, there is always something like the 'pyramid' recorded in the book 'Golden Desert'. But the pyramids we live in are built by people. If we don't have the courage to climb up by stepping on others, how can we stand at the top and overlook the world? "
Sandro slightly bit his lips as he bowed his head.
"Go and pressure him according to what he said. There are some things that he can't do in person." Old Fulin whispered.
"I know, father." Sandro sighed.
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Noon.
Dudian was eating lunch when Sergei and Gwyneth came back together. However, Dudian didn't recognize them for a few days. They were wearing hunter's armor that was full of holes and scratches from swords and arrows. Fortunately, the armor seemed to have been washed and there were no blood stains on it. But it wasn't difficult to see how fierce the battle was.
In addition, Sergei's hair was also gone. He was shaved bald with three stitches on his head and one on his face.
Gwyneth's situation was better. Her armor was tattered and there was a stitched wound on her neck. Her hair seemed to be a little short. But other than that there was no big problem. But the stitched wound on her neck was a bit shocking.
"Master."
"Master."
Both of them nodded as they saw Dudian.
Dudian glanced at them: "So shabby. Didn't the military give you new armor?"
Hearing this, Sergei's mouth suddenly twitched and said, "Young Master, you're still talking about it. Those grandsons of the military are really stingy. I'm so f * cked up, we helped them kill the enemy, but in the end, we didn't even say a word when we left. We had to wash ourselves with water, otherwise we would have come back covered in blood. The military doctor who helped us had a look of reluctance on his face. Just thinking about it makes me angry. What kind of thing is he, a military doctor with this kind of quality? Even if he discriminates against me, he should at least have a little bit of love. I really want to crush his head!"
Gwyneth rarely said two words: "Not bad."
Are you hungry? Come and eat. Remember the faces of the people you don't like. I'll send someone to take you to the military to find them. If you can find them then I'll help you kill them. What do you think? "Dean chuckled:" Your voice is quite loud. It seems that you didn't suffer any serious injuries. Are you hungry? Come and eat. If you are not convinced then it's very easy.
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