Chapter 457
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Dean still clearly remembered the little girl who took him to the Meishan Orphanage in the heavy rain. She looked about the same age as him, eight or nine years old. She was also wearing a well-tailored and exquisite cheongsam. If he calculated her age, she should have grown into the same appearance as the girl in front of him.
Moreover, he had never seen a noble wearing a unique style of cheongsam. It was incompatible with the western-style clothes inside the giant wall. He had only seen the classic oriental beauty on the girl in front of him and the girl in front of him. Both of them were from the Dragon Clan. It was obvious that the little girl who took him to the Meishan orphanage was from the Dragon Clan!
Thinking of this, his heart thumped, and his eyes lit up.
"Do you know this?" Dean asked. He was full of expectation and even a trace of nervousness.
The girl winked at Dean: "Let's get in the car first. I'll talk to you later."
Dean understood that this wasn't the right place to talk. He nodded and suddenly thought of something: "Although it's presumptuous … Can you do me a favor?"
"What favor?" The girl's eyes turned as she asked with interest.
Dean said: "I want this person's life." He raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged magician.
The middle-aged magician was scared when he heard Dean's words. Cold sweat oozed out of his body as his face turned pale.
The young girl pouted and said, "And here I was wondering what it was. It's just a small matter. With your skills, you should be able to kill him. If you want to kill him, then kill him. I'll cover for you." As she said that, she patted her slightly bulging chest.
Dean was relieved. He saw that the girl wasn't malicious towards him. In fact she was very interested in him. That's why he took the risk to ask. After all, he didn't know when he would be able to find the middle-aged magician if he left with her. It would take a lot of energy and time.
"Miss, I didn't offend you … You can't …" The middle-aged magician's legs trembled as he saw the girl agree. The knight beside him leaped forward and reached out to stop him. He said coldly, "Bastard, stay away from our Miss."
"Yes, yes …" The middle-aged magician trembled in fear and begged, "Miss, my magic performance was very successful. I have no enmity with him, but he wants to take my life. Miss, you can't agree. By the way, I, I am Baron Jesse's man. Please, for the sake of our Baron, please spare me …"
The girl frowned: "Can you be quiet Baron Jesse? Who does he think he is? "
The middle-aged magician's face turned pale. He was about to continue to plead. Dean looked at the girl: "Do we do it here?"
"Of course, what are you afraid of? It's not a big deal to kill a pariah." The girl said in an indifferent tone.
Dean was relieved. The lives of the people in the inner wall were as cheap as grass. He was no longer polite. He hooked the sword on the ground and grabbed the hilt. The moment the middle-aged magician opened his mouth, the sword pierced through the back of his head. The latter's pleading expression came to an abrupt end. There was a bit of panic and astonishment in his eyes. He bit the sword as his life quietly passed away.
Dean pulled out the sword. His palm loosened at the same time and the blood-stained sword hit the assistant next to him. Puff! The assistant's heart was pierced through the assistant's heart.
The assistant was the one who had scolded Dudian earlier. He was shocked when he saw the experience of the middle-aged magician. He didn't expect Dudian to attack him. His eyes widened as the sword pierced through his chest. His body flopped down on the platform.
Both of them died in an instant.
Dean glanced at the girl: "I'm sorry. I accidentally killed one more."
"It's okay. Can we go now?" The girl didn't care. She was only concerned about her own affairs.
Dean nodded: "Let's go."
The girl smiled and jumped off the platform. She hummed a song as she walked back to her carriage.
The knight looked at Dudian, looked up and down for a moment, then turned around and followed behind the girl.
Dean put away the things in his backpack and followed the knight.
After Dean entered the carriage, the knight jumped on the horse and led the team to move forward.
The people who were scattered on both sides of the street went to the center of the road after the carriage left. They looked at the direction of the carriage and talked.
"Gee, I didn't expect to see the Miss of the Dragon clan here."
"I think I have seen her before. Is she the second princess of the Dragon clan?"
"She's truly devastatingly beautiful. She's too beautiful."
"Be careful. She will cut off your tongue if she hears you. The second princess of the Dragon clan is a famous little devil."
"I don't know the origin of that kid. He can get the favor of the Dragon clan. I envy him!"
Everyone was envious and sighed, and no one took another glance at the two corpses on the high platform.
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"Where did you get the handkerchief?" The smile on the girl's face disappeared as she stared at Dean. Her voice was as cold as ice. There wasn't the slightest trace of innocence from before.
Dean was startled. He stared at her eyes and slowly said: "A person gave it to me."
"Gave it to you?" The girl narrowed her eyes: "This belongs to the Dragon clan. We never give it to outsiders. Do you know that if you lie to me, you will die miserably. It will be much more miserable than those two people!"
Dean frowned: "Someone gave it to me. You can check if you don't believe me. Your Dragon clan's intelligence network should be able to find out who gave it to me, right?"
The girl stared at him. It didn't seem like he was lying: "What did the person who gave it to you look like? What was her name? Where did she give it to you?"
Dean shook his head: "It's been many years. She gave it to me seven or eight years ago. At that time she was still a little girl. I've only seen her once. I haven't seen her since. I don't know her name."
"Seven or eight years ago?" The girl was startled.
Dean's heart skipped a beat as he looked at her: "Do you remember seven or eight years ago in the slums of the outer wall? Do you remember seeing a little boy?"
The girl's thoughts were pulled back by his words. She was startled once again: "Outer wall? Are you from the outer wall? You, you can't be that little boy, right? "
There was a burst of excitement in Dean's heart: "Yes, I was the little boy at that time. Do you remember me?"
The girl was startled as her thoughts drifted away: "Seven or eight years ago … Outer wall … No wonder, no wonder …" Her eyes became clear as she looked at Dean: "Yes, I remember. I didn't expect to see you again after so many years. It's really great!"
Dean didn't expect her to be so happy. Both of them were seven or eight years old at that time. If it wasn't for his excellent memory from childhood, he would have forgotten about it. She was the first person he came into contact with after he came out of the freezer.
However, the other party unexpectedly remembered and was even happy about it.
Dean took a deep breath: "Thank you for sending me to the orphanage. Otherwise I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago. You saved my life." He wasn't being polite. Orphans like him who weren't taken in by the orphanage would be caught by the ordinary poor as free labor.
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