Chapter 399
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"Can you kill soldiers?" Sergei raised his eyebrows as he suspiciously looked at Dudian.
Dudian smiled: "Soldiers are also human beings. Why can't I kill them?"
Sergei looked at him and snorted: "Forget it. When I find those wastes, my anger has already dissipated. But next time I meet such scum, can I kill them directly?"
Dean smiled: "You can pick anyone below the general level. But don't let me do too many things."
Sergei and Gwyneth were surprised as they heard Dudian's words. Killing soldiers on the spot wasn't a light crime. But from Dudian's tone it seemed that he could easily help them get rid of such a crime.
"Alright." Sergei grinned: "Then I won't be able to bear it in the future."
Dudian nodded: "Let's talk about your participation in the war."
Sergei and Gwyneth came to the table and sat down. The servants brought the meal. Sergei said while eating: "It's even more annoying. Those bastards called us hunters and threw us out of the golden wall. If Gwyneth and I didn't cooperate with each other, then we wouldn't have come back alive. As far as I know, all the primary hunters sent by the other consortiums were dead. Only one or two intermediate hunters were lucky enough to survive. There were fifteen senior hunters including me and Gwyneth. More than half of them were dead or injured."
Dudian slowly nodded. Although he had heard about this matter from the informants, but it wasn't so detailed. It seemed that the military had weakened the private forces of the six consortiums. However, it was only weakened.
Unlike the wealthy merchants of the olden days, as long as one was a noble, he or she had the right to recruit a corresponding number of guards according to the size of his or her territory. This was also the private military force of each noble. It was said that they were there to look after their territory and maintain order in their territory, but in reality, they were used for self-defense and against the military. Because of this, when all the private military forces under the command of the nobles were united, their numbers were so astonishing that the military, the magistrate, and even the Holy Church did not dare to provoke them.
Among these private forces, the Hunters were undoubtedly the strongest trump card!
However, in Dean's view, the hunters were probably a small part of the top private forces of the consortia. After all, the wealth that could be obtained outside the giant wall was not much compared to the wealth that could be obtained inside the giant wall. It was not worth to invest too many troops over there.
Moreover, in terms of organization, the Hunters were only a vassal organization of private forces.
Only those who rented the passage could form a hunter team. But there was also a limit to the number of hunters. Nobles who didn't rent the passage could only form territorial guards and knights.
Knights had their own squires, which was one of the main reasons why many nobles loved knights. They could greatly increase the number of their private troops, preventing other nobles from attacking and annexing them.
"Master, why did you call us back?" Gwyneth picked up a piece of steak and put it into her mouth as she asked Dudian.
Dean looked at her and nodded: "First, I'm afraid that you will die. Second, I need you to stay by my side. I don't trust anyone else."
Sergei glanced at Dudian's left hand: "Did someone attack you?"
"Yes."
Sergei nodded and no longer said anything. He bowed his head and ate.
Thump! Thump!
At this time, the sound of horse's hooves echoed from outside the castle.
Dean's eyes slightly moved as he looked up.
A wave of scarlet heat rushed over from afar. Gradually, the silhouettes became clearer. It was actually an army.
Reid who was guarding the entrance of the castle was surprised to see the incoming army. His pupils shrank as he saw the three figures in front of the army.
The army stopped in front of the castle. Several figures jumped off the horse.
"Greetings, General Delong!" General Delong was the leader of the Mouse's three generals. Next to him was General Desheng and General Deji. As a field officer he was very clear about the existence of these three generals. They weren't just major generals but they were also the most trusted people of the five star general Lorenzo. They were also his personal attendants. They were always by his side to protect his safety. Lorenzo was able to avoid dozens of assassination attempts. Lorenzo was able to live to this day thanks to the three Mouse generals.
"Well." Delong looked at his broken arm and smiled: "Yes, master Dean is at home. We were ordered to protect his safety."
"The master is inside. Please come in." Reid said respectfully.
Delong nodded slightly and followed Reid into the castle.
As soon as he entered the castle, Delong was a little surprised. The decorations of the castle were very simple, even crude. It was hard to imagine that a master of magic would live in such an ordinary castle. There were no luxurious decorations at all. The clothes of the servants were also very ordinary. It was like a declining noble family.
"Master, these three are …" Reid came in front of Dean and introduced them one by one.
After the introduction, Dylon said, "Master, we were ordered to protect your safety. We may stay here for a while. I hope you don't mind."
Dean was surprised as he looked at the three of them. The heat emitted from their bodies was at senior hunter level. They were not inferior to Sergei who was standing next to them.
"Sorry to trouble the three generals." Dean politely replied. It seemed that the last assassination attempt on him had scared the military.
Sergei and Gwyneth sat at the table and didn't move. They were keenly aware of the unusual dangerous atmosphere coming from the three.
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Military HQ. In a tightly guarded prison.
Hundreds of soldiers were patrolling outside the prison. The defense was much stronger than Thorn Flower Prison. Although Thorn Flower Prison was known as the number one prison in the outer wall but it was used to supervise criminal civilians, small nobles, knights and so on. However, the prison was used to supervise tycoons, business tycoons, high level magistrates or even bishops of the Holy Church.
Even if the forces behind these people attacked it would be difficult to invade the prison. After all, this was the headquarters of the military.
At this moment, a horse carriage was escorted by two groups of soldiers. It arrived in front of the prison. Two figures came down from the carriage. One was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He had a mustache and was holding a file box in his hand.
The other person was dressed in gray clothes made of exquisite fabric, but the color was low-key. He was about fifty years old, and his skin was still smooth, but there were some white hairs on his temples.
"Please." A middle-aged officer respectfully said.
Both of them followed him to the front of the prison. The officer showed his ID to the guard. The guard looked at it and said: "The general has ordered that you are only allowed to visit for ten minutes."
The officer's face sank: "What are you talking about? Open the door!"
The guard opened the door.
The officer led both of them into the prison: "Mel is in the fourth room."
The two of them followed along the long corridor. This prison was completely different from an ordinary prison. The inside was like a deep and dark castle. It was all built with sturdy boulders. There were no steel bars, windows, or doors made of iron pillars. It was like the basement of an ancient castle.
The officer came to the door of the fourth room and showed his ID. The four guards took turns to look at him and opened the door: "Ten minutes."
The officer opened the door and said to both of them: "Please, I won't go in."
"Thank you." The middle-aged man in a suit nodded and entered the room. The room was extremely bright. There was a soft red carpet on the floor. There were comfortable sofas around. There were portraits of famous stars and oil paintings of famous artists on the wall. There were bookcases and wine cabinets. There were bright red wine inside. It didn't look like a prison.
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