Chapter 409
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'Knock!
Knock! Knock! '
There was a hurried knock on the door.
Mark was drowsy from exhaustion when he heard this sound. His brain was in pain. He didn't have the strength to open his eyelids. He instinctively frowned. Last night, he drank a lot of wine in order to win over several big families. Although he drank some sobriety medicine afterwards, he was still a bit uncomfortable. At the moment he heard this sound, his heart was unspeakably irritated.
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed softly. He knew that something must have happened for someone to knock on the door so urgently.
Sitting up from the bed, he raised his hand slightly. The maid next to him handed him a warm and wet towel. He wiped his face and let out a sigh of relief. "Is it Saya? Come in."
The maid opened the door and Sarah rushed in. She was startled as she saw her tired father sitting on the bed. There was a trace of guilt in her heart but she quickly said: "Father, something big has happened!"
"Speak slowly." Mark's face sank as he stood up. The maid immediately came forward to help him put on his clothes.
Sarah Mel quickly handed the newspaper in her hand and said: "Father, look."
Mark took the newspaper and swept it. He saw the eye-catching title. His tired face froze as if he was struck by lightning.
Sarah didn't expect her calm father to react like this. She was scared and nervous as she said: "Father, did you send someone to do this? If not, with that kid's sinister personality, do you think he'll smear this matter on us? "
Mark gradually recovered: "Commander Ron, tell him to come and see me."
"Commander Runcorn?" Sarah was at a loss. She suddenly thought of something and her face changed: "Father, it shouldn't be …"
Mark rudely interrupted her: "I'm asking you if he's here?"
"I … I'll go and ask the butler." Sarah was shocked. Her father had never been so fierce to her since she was a child. Even when she made a mistake and messed up the family's business worth 100,000 gold coins, he didn't say half a word to her. He even comforted her. But she also realized the seriousness of the matter. She immediately turned around and ran out.
After a moment, Sarah returned with a pale face: "Father, commander Ron … isn't here."
Mark had just changed his clothes. His body shook as he heard this. He almost fainted.
"F-Father, could it be that this was really done by Commander Ron Cohen?" Sarah Mel's lips slightly trembled: "Why? Did you send him? If it's really him then the newspaper said that the assassin failed and was killed by his squire. Sooner or later the investigation will lead to us …"
Mark stood in the same place. His mind was buzzing. He couldn't hear what his daughter was saying. Boundless despair shrouded his heart. He had fallen many times in his life, but he had never suffered such a huge setback!
"Did Ron betray me? No, he won't betray me. If he was bought then I would lose my life. What's the use of money … "Mark gradually recovered from his chaotic thoughts. His mind became clearer and clearer. He finally understood what was going on. The thief was crying thief. It was such a simple method but he fell into it!
His fists were clenched so tightly that they trembled slightly due to excessive force. His nails dug deep into his palms without him even realizing it.
Although he had considered this point when he allowed Ron to go but he didn't think about it carefully. After all, with Ron's strength there weren't many people in the outer wall who could stop him. There were even fewer people who wanted to assassinate him. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to be the commander of the knights and protect the Mel family for so many years.
Moreover, he knew the strength of Dean's attendants. Only two of them were a threat to Ron. Both of them were bailed out from Thorn Flower Prison by Dean. Ron should be able to protect himself and retreat even if he couldn't beat them. But he didn't expect that he would die in Dean's castle. The only explanation was that the other side had set up an ambush from the beginning and was waiting for him to come to them.
The so-called bribe was just a cover.
He also tried to take this opportunity to get rid of Dean. Even if he couldn't get rid of Dean, he could take this opportunity to get important information from Dean's mouth and then counterattack. Who would have thought that it would be a dead move. He was directly checkmated by Dean!
"Father! Father!" Sarah cried out as she saw Mark in a trance.
Mark took a deep breath: "Don't tell your grandfather about this. He can't bear this blow. Call Mel and Myers and tell everyone to come over. Prepare for a family meeting and transfer the funds. Be sure to be quick!"
Sarah was shocked: "Father, what did you say? Transfer the funds? You … Are you going to … "
"Yes, the Mel family is finished." Mark's eyes were full of killing intent: "But we won't perish. One day we will rise again. Now we have to minimize the losses."
Sarah Mel felt as if she had been struck by lightning. In her mind, everyone in the commercial district knew about the Mel family. They were like the aristocracy of the aristocracy. They were high up in the sky. But now they were finished? The Mel family that had stood at the top for decades was going to be overshadowed in one night?
"Father!" Sarah looked at Mark: "It's just an assassination. Let's give the magistrate some money. We can give them ten times more money so that they will turn a blind eye to it. If we withdraw our money then it will be very difficult for us to make a comeback in the future. I don't believe that he is just a master master. Even if we find out that the murderer is commander Ron Cohen, what can we do about it? We just have to say that commander Ron did it himself. What does it have to do with us? "
Mark frowned: "Nonsense! A loss is a loss. We have underestimated the enemy. We have let him exploit the loopholes again and again. There is no way to recover with money. Assassinating a master will alarm the Holy Church. According to the agreement between the magistrate and the Holy Church, they have the right to send people to participate in the magistrate's investigation! "
"The Light Church is very protective of their own people. They will definitely listen to that brat's instructions and put the blame on us. There's no hope anymore. Our only hope now is to rise again!"
"But, but …" Sarah's heart was in pain. She couldn't accept such a blow. She wanted to act like an ordinary noble lady of the same age. However, there were some words that she couldn't say. She just couldn't accept such a cruel reality. She couldn't bear it.
"Go!" Mark angrily rebuked.
Sarah bit her lips, tears flowed out from her sparkling crystal-like eyes and fell down her beautiful cheeks. She wiped her tears, covered her mouth and turned around to run out.
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Second floor, study room.
"The words are wrong. Copy them one hundred times." Dean threw the small book in front of the boy. The boy was Gabriel: "Not only can you read but also write. Knowledge is more useful than a sword. Do you know?"
Gabriel bowed his head. "I understand, Young Master."
Dean nodded: "Go."
Gabriel took his little book and turned to leave. Behind him, a small house made of countless small blocks was placed on the table. The little girl, Artemis, lay on the table, carefully piling up the roof with her hands. Her green hair set off her little face, making her look as cute as a porcelain doll.
Dean got up and sat down at the desk: "What is this?"
Artemis was a little timid before him. She shrank back and said, "It's a house."
"Do you like such a house?"
"I like it."
Dean smiled. He stretched out his finger and flicked it at the bottom of the house. A block flew out and pushed the blocks next to it to move. The tall house collapsed in an instant and became a table of scattered blocks.
Artemis was stunned. She looked at the scattered blocks on the table and then looked at Dean. Her lips flattened and her eyes turned red. It seemed that she wanted to cry but she didn't dare to do so. Last time she cried and her brother was punished to swing his sword three thousand times. His hands were so sore that he couldn't even hold the knife.
"It seems that the house you built isn't strong enough." Dean said.
Artemis flattened her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Let's do it again." Dean smiled: "Don't be angry. There will be punishment if the house is in a mess."
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