Chapter 453
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Francis shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can think of it that way. But you don't have the right to beat me up. We Saints are a different system. We only follow the orders of the elders and the Holy Saint. Although you are a deacon of the monastery, you belong to the supervision department of the monastery. Your identity and mission cannot be exposed, and you don't have any real power."
"If you want to beat me then you have to climb to the position of an elder or ask the elder to give you the authorization to command me."
Dudian was surprised: "Is the information blockade really in place? If another Saint Captain were to expose my identity, it would be a huge blow to the loyal Saints of the Mystic Sect, wouldn't it? "
Francis laughed: "I don't know about the blow but I know that you will be in danger once someone exposes you."
Dean narrowed his eyes and shrugged: "Do you mean that I have to beg you to keep it a secret for me? I don't believe that you will be exempted from the responsibility if my identity is exposed. "
Francis laughed and said, "Alright, we're even."
Dudian didn't continue the topic: "Will there be anyone to pick me up when I descend to the dark church in the outer wall?"
"Naturally I will arrange it for you." Francis said as he walked: "The torture room is in front of us. The first procedure is to brand you. I will take care of the rest for you."
"Brand?" Dudian's eyebrows twitched.
At this time, they came to a spacious torture room. There were many instruments on the wall and blood spattered on the wall.
"Greetings Saint." Two young jailers who were on duty at the door said in a respectful manner.
Francis nodded slightly. He took out a key from the wall and opened the heavy iron door. The light inside was dim. He pushed open the door and said to Dudian: "Please."
Dean glanced at the interior of the building and then went in.
"This is a special place for criminals to be branded. However, the branding of criminals is just a cover. At the same time, it's also for people with special identities like you." Francis turned around and closed the door, "Ordinary people can't come in here. But after you get out, you better keep a low profile. I will tell the others that your investigation is over, and you are temporarily cleared of suspicion."
Dean didn't answer. He looked around. It was a dark corridor with tools of various shapes hanging on both sides.
Francis said: "The first point of joining the Dark Church is to be branded with the badge of the Dark Church. You pick a pattern."
Dean silently looked around. He knew what Francis was talking about. He had used the ink to disguise the dark mark. But now he would be branded with the real mark. It meant that the Monastery and the Holy Church could easily push him out and burn him to death if he made any wrong moves.
"The weak cannot help themselves …"
Dean looked at it and pointed to a tool: "This one."
Francis took it off and asked, "Where is the tattoo?"
"My back." Dean thought for a moment. He had used the ink to engrave on his chest because it could be washed off. But now the tattoo couldn't be washed off. He had to choose a hidden position. He had read from Rosyard's alchemy notes that some people engraved their dark mark on their armpits, buttocks or even on the soles of their feet. In short, the more hidden the better. This way it wouldn't be easy for the Holy Church to detect it.
However, he was appointed as an elder so he could talk with the Pope of Light. Unless the Pope of Light wanted to deal with him, the Holy Church wouldn't be able to find him. In that case no matter how hidden the position was, he would eventually be found.
Francis nodded and said, "Alright, you can take off your clothes."
Dean put the bundle in his hand aside and took off his coat. His young body was full of intricate scars, like crisscrossed lines.
Francis's pupils shrank but soon recovered. He understood why Dean's face didn't change when he saw the brutal torture room. Even Francis who had mastered tyrannical power when he was promoted to a saint was scared to see such a scene for the first time.
"Looks like you've been through a lot," Francis said in a low voice.
Dean replied: "Not enough." At the same time, he was thinking in his heart, if he had suffered enough, he wouldn't be here today to be manipulated by you.
Francis naturally didn't know what Dean was thinking. He would wait until Dean was ready to brand him.
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Half an hour later, Francis handed a glass mirror to Dean: "Look at it yourself."
Dean felt the burning pain on his back, but his face remained calm. In fact, he saw the whole process of Francis branding him, including the dark mark of the inverted cross on his back. But he still reached out to take the mirror, turned his head and pretended to look at it: "Good craftsmanship."
Hearing Dean's calm evaluation, Francis looked at him with interest. There was a little surprise in his heart. It was the first time for him to see such a precocious person. But seeing the scars on Dean's body, he knew that Dean was a patient teenager. He said: "It's not bad. I'm glad you don't mind."
"I wouldn't dare."
"You are welcome."
Dean put on his clothes and carried the bag: "It's getting late and the sun is out. Let's go for a stroll."
"Alright." Francis moved his shoulders: "I didn't sleep last night. I'm quite tired."
"Thank you."
"I don't dare to disobey the elder's instructions. Let's go."
Both of them left the dark Monastery's underground torture chamber and returned to the square. They saw the sun rising and its rays were shining on the earth. It dispelled the darkness and the cold and damp fog.
In the square, the previous five saints were waiting on the steps, some sitting, some standing, and some leaning.
Francis and Dean walked over. The five of them were surprised to see them. One of the saints couldn't help but ask: "Captain, why did he follow us out?"
Francis smiled: "The elder has examined him and cleared the suspicion for the time being. He asked me to send him back tonight. Now I'll take him down the mountain. You should be tired so go back and rest."
"Cleared the suspicion?" The saint who asked the question was stunned: "Boring. It's a waste of time."
"Finally I can go back and feed breakfast to my kitten. You guys chat. I'll withdraw first." One of the women in the team smiled and left.
Another person beside him said, "I'll send you off." With that said, he followed behind.
The other three laughed and said goodbye to Francis. Then they left together.
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