Chapter 408
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The smile on Dean's face disappeared as he looked at the angry man. He threw the cup of hot coffee in his hand and kicked the table in front of him.
The scalding hot water splashed on Ron's face. However, the pain was nothing compared to the anger in his heart. He kicked the table and broke it. He roared as he approached Dean and stabbed him with the dagger.
Whoosh!
At this time, a breeze came from behind. It was Gwyneth. She was holding a sword and was chasing after Dean.
Ron didn't care as he went straight towards Dean. He would rather give up his life to take away Dean's life.
Dean quietly looked at Ron's angry face. He suddenly smiled as he raised his hand and grabbed Ron's wrist. Ron's anger was abruptly stopped.
Ron Cohen's pupils dilated as he looked at the youth in disbelief. The tremendous force that came from his wrist made him so shocked that he could not speak.
"I'm sorry but you can't kill me." Dean said with a smile. At the same time, he pulled Ron's hand that was holding the dagger to his chest. The dagger cut the left side of his chest. Puff! Ron's clothes were cut and the tip of the dagger made a cut on his skin.
Ron stared blankly. Before he could react, a sharp whistling sound came from behind him.
The next moment, he only felt that his body was suddenly pulled by Dean, and he was not under his own control. The power that came from the boy was so great that it made him feel terrified. Then he saw his body turned around, facing the back. The girl who had previously searched his body was holding a sword, and her pretty face was as cold as frost. She did not have the temperament that a servant should have.
Puff!
The sword pierced through his heart.
Blood gushed out of Ron Cohen's throat. He wanted to swallow it, but the blood rushed up his throat too quickly. In the end, he didn't have the strength to swallow it. He suddenly spat it out, and blood splattered all over the ground, staining the girl in front of him.
His consciousness blurred.
Runcorn fell to the ground, dead.
Dean smiled and retracted his hand. He called Kroen: "Bring me my first aid kit. Also inform the magistrate that there is an assassination attempt."
Kroen and Nicotine, who were already frightened, immediately agreed and ran away.
"Thanks for your hard work." Dean said to Gwyneth as he sat down on the sofa that was pushed into the hall. He bandaged himself and said to Gwyneth.
Gwyneth was still holding the sword as she stood in front of the corpse. She didn't care about the blood splashing on her face and body. She silently looked at the teenager: "This is what I should do." Gwyneth's fingers gently rubbed the hilt of the sword as she spoke. She guessed that if Sergei was here then he would be shocked. Although she and Sergei expected Dean to remove the steel nails because he wasn't afraid of their sneak attack, but they had seen with their own eyes that the teenager's strength was much higher than theirs.
Ron Cohen's physique wasn't inferior to a senior hunter's. In fact, he was even stronger than most senior hunters. However, he was like a weak child in front of Ye Xiwen. He was easily subdued.
Gwyneth couldn't help but think of the legendary monster's body outside the giant wall. Her mood was a bit complicated. A hunter with legendary magic marks was sitting in front of her. She lived in the inner wall so she knew how great the potential of a person with legendary magic marks was. Moreover the other party was a master of the invention. He had enough resources to cultivate himself and set foot on the highest peak.
After a moment the magistrate arrived.
Two teams of knights of the magistrate and two deacons of the magistrate came in a hurry in the dark. It showed how much importance they attached to Dean's matter.
As soon as they entered the hall, the two deacons saw Dean sitting on the sofa next to the hall. Dean's chest was bandaged with gauze. The girl was silently standing next to him with a sword in her hand. There was also a corpse on the ground and two stewards who were silent next to him.
There was dead silence in the hall.
The two deacons of the magistrate were surprised. Their eyes stayed on the corpse for a moment. They came to the front of Dean: "Master, is this the murderer who tried to assassinate you?"
Dean nodded: "Please help me find out the identity of this person. Why did he want to assassinate me?"
"Leave it to us." Rose took a deep breath: "Master, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone to check your body?"
Dean shook his head: "It's just a scratch. I'm fine."
Rose saw that the gauze was wrapped with a faint red color. There was a very long diagonal scar. Rose was scared: "Master, I'll send someone to check. Please describe the assassination."
Dudian nodded: "The man said that he had something to ask of me. So I asked the attendant to let him in. But he didn't say a few words and suddenly attacked me. Fortunately, I had her to protect me. Plus I'm a knight so I was able to avoid a fatal blow."
Rose nodded and asked the assistant to write down the details. Rose looked at Dean: "Master, we have to investigate the scene."
"Please, I'll go upstairs to rest." Dean said.
"Okay, okay." Rhosais nodded. "Take care."
Dean raised his hand and slowly went upstairs with Nicotine's help.
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The next day.
'New World News' once again published a shocking news.
Master of invention and city defense hero Dean was assassinated last night. He almost lost his life!
The shocking title attracted countless people to buy the newspaper. 'New World News' once again won the first place in newspaper sales.
Mel family.
George woke up from his bed. The maid helped him to change into soft home clothes. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He went to the dining room with the help of the maid. The newspaper and breakfast were ready on the table.
He sat down and took a sip of the warm milk to moisten his throat. Then, he put on his reading glasses, picked up the newspaper, shook it, and quietly read it. Soon, he finished reading the newspaper and moved on to the next one.
After reading two copies in a row, he got the third copy.
"Master of divinity, the hero of the city, Dean was assassinated last night and almost lost his life …" George's eyes swept over the title. His fingers that were holding the newspaper slightly trembled. His face turned red as he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood splashed into the glass of milk and his breakfast plate.
"Master!"
"Master!"
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