Chapter 407
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George stared at him and slowly nodded: "Since you said so then I will leave this matter to you."
"Yes." Mark nodded and looked at Ron: "Have you responded to the secret bribe?"
Ron Cohen shook his head and said, "There's no response yet. As soon as I found out about this, I came to report to Master and Mister."
"Very good." Mark nodded and sneered: "This kid used his identity as a master to isolate our Mellon consortium. He wants to bribe our commanders. His purpose is nothing more than a duel with his knights. Hmph! Let's go with his plan. You should agree to it first."
Ron was startled: "Master, do you mean that I will pretend to be bribed and pass the information to you?"
"Yes." Mark said: "But you have to act well. Don't let them see through you."
"I will." Ron nodded.
Mark said: "Alright, you go first."
"Alright!" Ron Cohen accepted the order and left.
After he left, George slowly opened his mouth and said: "Can we trust him? If he has already been bribed, then using this to exchange for our trust, wouldn't it be …"
Mark slightly shook his head: "Father, I don't believe in other people but he is the one I trust the most in addition to the shadow. Not to mention 500,000 gold coins, even 5 million gold coins wouldn't be enough. He doesn't care about money."
George stared at him: "This is a critical moment. We can't afford to lose. We can't afford to make any mistakes!"
"No, I'm sure of it!" Mark looked at him seriously: "It doesn't matter even if father says it doesn't matter. We can try again. I don't believe that we can't win against that kid!"
George nodded slightly and said, "That's good. I want to see what that kid wants him to do. Could it be that he wants to assassinate us?"
"If that's the case then it's good." Mark said: "But this matter reminds us. Besides Ron, I don't know if the other attendants have been bribed. It seems that we have to reorganize them."
"Yes." George nodded.
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"Master!" Kroen ran into Dudian's study: "Ryan family has sent news that they have bought the knight commander of the Mel family. They want to ask you what they want him to do?"
Dean slowly put down the book: "Nothing. Let him come and see me. Tell him that I have something to discuss with him."
"Alright." Kroen went out to reply.
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"Sir, they sent me a message to meet Master Du directly." Ron handed the note to Mark. The note was taken from a piece of bread. It still had the fragrance of the bread on it.
Mark looked at it and narrowed his eyes: "It seems that he is afraid of being exposed so he left some evidence. He wants you to go directly to him. He must have something important to discuss with you. But it is also possible that he wants to test your loyalty …" He pondered for a moment then nodded: "Alright, you go. It is best to kill him if there is a suitable opportunity. Everything will be over in that way."
"Yes!" Ron Cohen's answer was very decisive. Although he knew what the consequences would be if he killed Dean, but he still agreed without hesitation.
Mark looked at him and patted his shoulder: "But it's the first time he sees you. He will be wary of you. Don't act rashly if the time isn't right. There will be opportunities in the future as long as you gain his trust. Understand?"
"Got it." Langcone lowered his head.
"Alright, go."
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The meeting time was set for the evening.
Dean asked the kitchen to have dinner before the night fell. He let Kroen and Nicholas eat first. After dinner he asked Kroen to call Sergei. He threw a stack of gold notes to the burly man: "Tonight you are going to the most famous Moulin Rouge to play. Remember that you are not allowed to come back until the money is spent!"
Sergei was yawning but his eyes widened as he heard Dean's words: "Master, what are you doing?"
"Sympathize with my subordinates." Dean indifferently replied.
Sergei felt that the sun had risen from the west. Although it was inconceivable, he quickly picked up the gold notes from the table and stuffed them into his pants. He smiled: "In that case, I won't be polite. I guarantee that you will spend it all!"
"Remember to go to the best Moulin Rouge." Dean indifferently said: "If you don't have a good time then I'll destroy your foundation."
Sergei felt a chill in his crotch, his legs were slightly clamped, he smiled bitterly: "Young Master, what do you want to do? Just tell me, I'll cooperate with you. You're making me feel a little uneasy."
"Go." Dean waved his hand as he was too lazy to say more.
Sergei helplessly said: "Then I'm really going to play."
Kroen whispered to Dean after Sergei left: "Master, don't you have an appointment with the knight commander of the Mel family to discuss things? Don't you trust Sergei?"
"Those who I don't trust are dead." Dean said: "Those who are in front of me are trustworthy. Go and prepare to welcome them."
Kroen was full of doubts but he still turned and left.
The night was getting darker.
Ron Cohen disguised himself as an ordinary person and rode an ordinary horse to the front of the ancient castle. Even though his clothes were extremely ordinary, his upright posture and the somber aura he exuded made it hard for others to ignore him.
Ron dismounted from the horse and covered his eyes with his hood. He came to the front of the castle.
"Who is it?" Neuss who was guarding the door shouted. In fact, he had a guess in his heart when he saw the murderous aura of the man.
"Full moon," Roncohen said the prearranged secret code.
Neuss nodded and pushed the door: "Please come in."
Roncone pulled his hood down a little and ducked in.
Ron had often heard rumors about this young genius in the Mel family. It was the first time that he came to the castle. The first impression he had when he entered the hall was that the place was shabby. The lights were dim and the hall was plain.
However, his gaze immediately fell on the figure sitting on the sofa in the middle of the hall. Just like the rumors said, he was handsome, tall, and at the same time, just like what the noble ladies said, he was well-mannered and had a refined temperament. However, as a person who had killed countless enemies in the battlefield, he sensitively sensed a deeply hidden aura from this person. It was extremely dark and thick, like a mass of viscous fog.
"Ron?" Dean looked at the knight commander and smiled.
Ron Cohen lifted his hood and said, "That's me. Are you Master Dean?"
"Yes." Dean said: "It's our first meeting so I can't trust you. Can I check your body? No one is allowed to carry weapons here."
Ron nodded, took out a dagger from his bosom and said, "I only have this weapon, it's for self-defense." With that said, he bent down and put it on the ground.
There was a smile on Dean's face: "Very good. Knight Ron is very honest and worthy of being a golden knight of the Knight's Hall. However I'm afraid of death so I'll have to check again. I hope you don't mind."
Ron nodded: "It's okay."
Dean snapped his fingers.
A quiet girl who was waiting next to Ron nodded. She reached out to touch Ron's shoulder to check if there was any place to hide things.
Ron frowned as he saw that the girl wasn't dressed like a maid. There was a trace of doubt in his heart but he didn't say anything. He didn't know anything about the master's daily life. He raised his arm and let the girl touch his chest.
Suddenly.
Puff!
He felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Ron's pupils shrank. He hurriedly shook his arms and used a huge force to hit the girl behind him.
However, the girl was as soft as a feather. She moved back like a soft breeze.
Ron looked down and saw a small needle piercing his clothes. His face turned ugly as he looked at Dean who was sitting on the sofa. He covered the place where the needle had pierced. He didn't want the poison to spread to other parts of his body. He gritted his teeth and looked at Dean: "Master, why?"
Dean gently blew on the coffee: "Don't you know that your only use is to die here?"
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