Chapter 448
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"You!" Kroen's eyes were red and his body was trembling. He clenched his fists and teeth as he thought of something. It was as if he was grasping the last straw: "Elder, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the Holy Church and the Monastery if you do this. Even if I'm killed but there are other people here who will spread the news."
Sergei, Nicholas, and the others who had rushed into the hall were shocked. They clenched their fists as they looked at him angrily.
Dean, who was sitting on the back of another snow lion, suddenly shot out a cold light from his indifferent and ruthless eyes.
Francis deliberately tilted his head: "That's reasonable." He turned to Dean: "What do you think?"
Dean's eyes slowly moved away from Kroen. He stared at Francis' eyes: "I advise you not to do such a stupid thing."
Francis squinted his eyes and suddenly smiled, "I think so too. We are Saints, not Devils. If it's not necessary, we don't want to kill people. Moreover, they will only be charged with the crime of covering up. The Magistrate will deal with it."
Kroen said in a hurry: "Elder, take me with you. If you think I'm a burden then you can leave me in a small town in the inner wall. I beg you!"
"Small town?" Francis sneered. He stroked the fur of his Snow Lion and said, "You'll have to ask my baby whether it's willing to let you sit on it or not."
Kroen was startled.
His expression turned ugly, but he still squeezed out a smile and said carefully to the ferocious-looking Snow Lion, "Can, can I sit on your back?"
Roar! The snow lion that Francis was sitting on growled at him.
Kroen's heart was beating fast. He was so scared that he took two steps back. His face was pale, and he nervously raised his head to look at Francis on the back of the Snow Lion. He said in a trembling voice, "Sir, did it agree?"
Francis laughed and said, "What do you think?"
The other man laughed: "It told you to get out of here. This is a light beast. Do you think you are worthy to sit on it?"
His words immediately drew laughter from the others.
Kroen's face turned pale as he hurriedly begged: "Your Excellency, I beg you, how about I ride a horse with you? You promised me, you must keep your word. Otherwise, if the news spreads out, it will have a bad influence on you …"
"Do you think I care?" Francis smiled: "Moreover how can a horse keep up with us?"
"But …" Kroen was about to continue to plead but Francis lifted the reins. Snow Lion shook its head and turned away. Its tail swept in front of Kroen. Kroen was so scared that he stopped in his tracks.
After Francis and the others had gone seven or eight meters away, Kroen reacted and hurriedly chased after them. "My lord, my lord, please …" After chasing for more than 20 meters, Francis and the others had already run hundreds of meters away and gradually disappeared into the night.
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Whoosh! Whoosh!
Six snow lions left the Taizha river and ran along the streets of the aristocracy. They took a detour to the commercial suburbs. This way they could avoid the curfew soldiers and delay their time. After arriving at the suburbs, Francis took the lead and led the way. The other four people sandwiched Dean in the middle, two on the left and two on the right.
The Snow Lion looked sturdy, but its speed was incomparably fast. It could walk on any terrain as if it was flat ground. Occasionally, it would encounter some steep hills and swamps, but it could also easily leap over them. Unless it encountered an extremely dangerous terrain, it could maintain a straight line forward, which greatly increased the speed of marching.
Everyone was silent.
Dean, Francis and others came to the high wall of the inner wall after an hour or so. Francis led the way and ran parallel to the high wall. After a moment they came to a door arched inside the high wall. There was a saint riding a snow lion waiting for them. His hands were wrapped in gauze. It was the blonde saint that Dean saw during the day.
The blonde saint's face sank as he saw Dean. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his bandaged arm. He didn't want Dean to see his injury during the day.
"Open the door." Francis whispered.
The blonde youth nodded slightly. He raised his fist and pounded on the door, producing a series of sounds of varying intensity. After a while, the door slowly opened.
There were two people wearing standard armor behind the door. Their bodies exuded an amazing heat which wasn't inferior to the saints present. Dean recognized them at first glance. They were wearing the same uniform as the patrols on the top of the wall. Apparently they came from the same force.
Francis was the first to enter. After the group of people came in, the two young men in standard armor closed the wooden door together and twisted the stone valve on the side. With a rumbling sound, a heavy stone door slowly descended from the groove in the wall behind the wooden door, blocking the passage.
"Thank you very much." Francis thanked the two young men in uniform. He patted the Snow Lion and said, "Let's go!" Then he took the lead.
Everyone maintained their previous formation and followed closely behind.
The blonde saint whose arm was injured was at the end of the line. He blocked the only gap in the passage.
Dean's face was calm as he saw that they were on alert. He didn't plan to escape halfway. He didn't make any big mistakes and didn't offend any big shots. There was no need for the inner wall to put him in a dead end. As long as there was a glimmer of hope then there would be a chance to make a comeback! After all, the Knight's Hall had promised to keep him safe.
If he ran away now then he would be accused of a crime. Then he would have to hide in the dark of the outer wall. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to escape death.
If he lurked in the dark then the development would be too slow. Once he was betrayed then he would be beyond redemption. Moreover after the betrayal of Kroen he realized that the only person he could trust was himself! In addition, the emotional trust of others was far more reliable than the benefits and deterrence! Although the benefits and deterrence weren't as reliable as emotional factors but the possibility of rebellion would be higher if someone gave them higher benefits and deterrence!
Although emotions were unstable but sometimes they could be indestructible.
Dean's thoughts drifted away as he thought of this. He felt that he was very weak. He had a lot to learn compared to the nobles, warlords, rulers and others. It wasn't just about the knowledge and strength of the nobles. It was about being a person!
Hunters were strong but they were ordered by the nobles who didn't have the strength to truss a chicken.
No matter how brave he was, he would ultimately be fighting alone, a general without an army.
"In the jungle world the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. If you want to be the king of the beasts then you have to be more fierce than the other beasts. You have to play the characteristics of the 'beast' to the extreme! But this is the human society after all. Your own strength is only a guarantee of your own safety. The ancients said that it is easy to conquer the country but difficult to defend it! You have to rely on force to make people convinced. You can't bite half an inch of the country even if you grind your teeth. "
"But when it comes to defending, suppressing people's mouths with brute force alone is like guarding a river. If this goes on for a long time, it will inevitably lead to an even more violent counterattack. Brute force is only a deterrent. Only a glib tongue can convince people and make them obey!"
"If you want to be the ruler of all people then you have to understand the 'people'. You have to know how to be a 'person' better than everyone else!"
"Kind mouth but ruthless heart …"
"Kroen betrayed me today. He thought that I was despicable and evil … I told him all my plans in front of him without reservation. He didn't consider what the bystanders would think of me when they heard my vicious plans. So he was afraid of me and thought that I had no bottom line. He thought that I would treat him the same way in the future. This is my failure and a lesson for me. Fortunately this lesson isn't too heavy. "
Dean was jolting along with the Snow Lion while reflecting on today's events and the feelings in his heart.
"Mr Dean, what are you thinking about?" At this time Francis turned his head and smiled at Dean.
Dean's thoughts shrank as his eyes regained focus. He looked around the wilderness: "Nothing. I'm just wondering why we are still in the wilderness after running for so long."
Francis smiled: "The people from the outer wall ask the same question when they come here for the first time. You will know the answer in the future if you have a future."
Dean indifferently said: "Are you trying to provoke me to run away? I'm not guilty so why would I be afraid of you?"
"Guilty or not, it's not up to you to say." Francis laughed.
Dean wrinkled his brows but remained silent.
The team continued to be silent for more than three hours. Francis said: "We are almost there. Let's hurry up so that we can go back and rest."
"Great! Poor cat. I didn't feed it at night. It's probably starving." A female saint on the left said in a sad tone.
Francis smiled and said, "This is the last bit of the journey. Let's keep our spirits up."
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