Chapter 446
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"Please?" Dean coldly snorted as he saw several figures rushing out of the castle. He knew that it would be difficult to end today: "The way you invite people from the inner wall is very special."
Francis smiled. "It's our style to use a special way to invite special people. Please cooperate with us, Mr. Dean."
Dean replied: "Don't forget that I'm a golden knight of the Knight's Hall. If you want me to go back with you then please show me the handwritten order."
"It's windy here. If you want to see the handwritten order then go back to your castle." Francis chuckled: "Mr Dean shouldn't try to escape. You have been poisoned by my 'magic frost snake'. If you don't have the antidote then you will soon die."
Dean narrowed his eyes. Although his eyes were still staring at Francis, he had seen the wound on his left hand. Through his x-ray vision, he could see a thin layer of ice crystal under the wound on his left shoulder. It was the transparent venom that was spat out by the snake whip. It didn't spread in the shoulder, but … it was frozen into ice!
At some point it seemed that the disadvantages could be turned into advantages.
Dean was grateful for his' ice blood disease ': "I'll go with you. But the Temple and the Knight's Hall must know about the forcible arrest of me. Otherwise I will doubt your identity. Are you people from the inner wall or are you the villains of the dark church? [0↑ 9 △ small ↓ say △ net] "
Francis seemed to have expected this. He smiled and made a "please" gesture.
Dean followed them back to the castle. Glenn and Gwyneth were surrounded by the other saints as they returned to the castle.
Dean saw a saint youth in platinum armor standing in the living room. He was wearing the same standard armor as Francis. There was a black scabbard on his back. His posture was straight and his posture was straight.
Sergei, Nicholas, Macon and others were sitting on the sofa next to the saint. They were shocked when they saw Dean. Macon stood up: "Dean, run! They are here to catch you!"
Bang!
The saint in the living room swung his leg and kicked Macon's body. Macon flew out from the sofa and hit the wall. He coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.
Dean could clearly see that four or five ribs on Mason's chest were broken. Obviously, this was the result of the saint's actions. Otherwise, Mason's body would have been cut into two parts by this kick.
Even so, he still felt a surge of anger and murderous intent. He took a step forward, and the blood in his body surged as if it was burning. With a low roar, he shot out like a cannonball and punched the chest of the young Holy Disciple.
The saint's face changed as he raised his hand to block.
Whoosh!
Dean's fist hit the saint's arm. It was the first time he used all of his strength since he got the magic marks from the splitter.
With a loud bang, the fist hit the sleeve of his arm. The platinum sleeve suddenly dented and deformed. The young saint's face instantly changed. Just when he wanted to step back to reduce the force, there was already an intense pain coming from his arm. His body suddenly flew out and crashed into the stairs behind him. With a few clangs, the wooden stairs were smashed into pieces. He fell into a cloud of dust, his body covered in dust. He looked extremely embarrassed.
"Stop!"
Francis, who was walking from behind, scolded.
Dean's eyes were full of killing intent. His mind was full of anger. He had the impulse to start a massacre. But his reason restrained his footsteps. He knew that if he killed all the saints then he would face the full force of the Monastery. He couldn't afford it at the moment so he could only endure!
Whoosh!
A figure came out from behind Francis and helped the saint to stand up. There was a trace of blood on the corner of the saint's mouth. His neatly combed blonde hair was messy and stained with sawdust. His face was full of anger. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and wanted to counterattack.
"Stop!" Francis shouted again.
The young Holy Disciple looked at him, gritted his teeth, and let go.
Dean looked at the saint and said to Glenn: "Let's go and see Macon."
He could not move. Francis and the other saints had already surrounded him. A slight move in one part would cause a chain reaction.
"Yes." Glenn's figure flashed as she arrived in front of Macon. She touched his chest and said to Dean: "Several of his ribs are broken."
"Stabilize the injury first." Dean said.
Glenn nodded. She took off the clothes and bandaged the unconscious Macon.
Dean turned to Francis: "Is this the behavior of the saints? Injuring innocent civilians at will? "
Francis took back his eyes from the saint's body. He frowned as he saw Dean's angry questioning tone: "We are just being cautious. Not to mention that he took the initiative to meddle. You are now a suspect of colluding with the dark church. He reported to you. It's a crime of covering up. It's good that we didn't kill him on the spot!"
Dean angrily said: "Even if I'm a suspect, even if he is covering up for me. According to the law, he shouldn't be treated like this!"
"Generally speaking, no." Francis indifferently smiled: "But as you said, he is just a civilian. He isn't a so-called noble. A small civilian dare to cover up a suspected criminal. It's good that we didn't kill him on the spot."
Dean understood the meaning of his words. The strictness of the law depended on the identity of the target. This made him feel resentful in his heart. He had a feeling of returning to the time when he was ignorant and was taken to the castle by the two hunters to test his physique. At that time, he also hated this feeling of being in a damned situation.
"What about the handwritten order?" Dean suppressed his anger and didn't continue the topic.
"This is our identity medal." Francis smiled as he took out a medal and handed it to Dean: "This medal can prove our identity. As for the handwritten order? I'm sorry but when we come to the outer wall we only use verbal orders. There is no handwritten order. "
Dean's face sank. His eyes flashed as he took the medal that Francis was about to take back. He carefully looked at it from the front to the back.
Francis and others were surprised for a moment as they saw Dean's action. They couldn't help but laugh. Francis laughed: "No need to look at it. It's absolutely real. It's more real than gold!"
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