Chapter 468
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"Elder, five-star alchemist Angeliya has come to see you." Hawkeye's voice echoed from outside the room.
Dean returned to his seat. "Let her in."
The door was pushed open after a moment. Hawkeye led Angeliya into the room. Angeliya was wearing a black dress and white cotton gloves. Dean didn't raise his head to see the appearance of the five-star alchemist. What made him slightly raised his eyebrows was that the information showed that this woman was over sixty years old, but looking at her appearance, there was no shadow of a sixty-year-old woman. She was a mature and beautiful young lady.
However, thinking of her identity as a life alchemist, Dean was surprised. He looked up at her. If it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to expose any of his abilities. Even if it wasn't a full range view, he didn't want to expose any of his abilities.
"Greetings elder." Angeliya bowed her head and smiled. Her eyes inadvertently glanced at Dean. She quietly remembered his appearance. Her heart was full of surprise. She could feel that the new elder didn't seem to be old. His body exuded a strong vitality.
Dean wore a mask. His eyes were indifferent: "I accept your apology. You can go back. Everything will be fine as long as you follow the rules."
Angelika didn't expect Dean to be so direct. She responded with an elegant smile: "Elder, you are really a straightforward person. I didn't attend the meeting today because I was delayed by something. I hope elder can forgive me. This is a small gift that I have prepared for you. I hope elder won't reject it. She handed over a delicate gift box and put it on Dean's table.
Dean glanced at it but didn't touch it: "Alright, you can go back."
Angeliya's eyes turned: "Elder, I heard that you want to make the 9th region one of the top five regions in six months?"
"Do you have any objections?" Dean looked at her.
Angeliya replied: "No, I just admire elder's courage. If there is anything I can do for you in the future."
Dean waved his hand, too lazy to be polite.
Angeliya smiled awkwardly and left.
Hawkeye looked at Dean after sending off Angeliya: "Elder, Angeliya has come to apologize. Shouldn't she be reinstated?"
Dean glanced at him: "Will I be forgiven if I apologize? The only function of an apology is to highlight the existence of 'forgiveness', and in my case, 'forgiveness' has never appeared. "
Hawkeye's face slightly changed as he bowed his head: "Sir, this subordinate knows his mistake."
"Go ahead." Dean waved his hand.
Hawkeye bowed his head and left the room.
Time flew by.
Two more people came after Angelique. One was a dark knight and the other was a grand knight. They came to apologize and begged Dean to restore their positions. However, Dean refused and asked them to retake the exam.
In reality, retaking the exam wasn't difficult. What was difficult was that they couldn't regain their lost face.
Not long after the two left, another person came. [0↑ 9 △ Small ↓ Say △ Net]
"Amy greets the elder." Amy stood in front of Dean's desk with a smile on her face. Her body was full of vitality.
Dean's eyes were dull as he didn't look at her delicate and peerless cheeks. According to the information, the woman was older than Angeliya. She was in her seventies. She had taken some potions and used life alchemy to maintain her figure and appearance. However, it was only the appearance. The lifespan that the life alchemist could bring was limited.
"Speak." Dean went straight to the point.
Amy gently looked at Dean and smiled as she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "This is my latest development. Ordinary people will be as strong as a bull after using it. Moreover, they won't feel pain. I'm going to give the formula to the headquarters." She handed the porcelain bottle to Dean.
Dean looked at the porcelain bottle and was about to reach out to take it. However, he saw that Amy's eyes flashed as he looked at the porcelain bottle. There seemed to be a trace of joy in her eyes. He lowered his arm, squinted his eyes, and looked straight at the young woman who looked like a great potion master.
Amy was surprised. She didn't expect Dean to suddenly stop her plan. She looked at Dean's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. But the experience brought by the years had already made her calm. She smiled and said: "Elder, why do you look at me like that?" Her cheeks flushed as she said. She was as shy as a girl who fell in love for the first time.
Dean resisted the urge to vomit as he looked at Hawkeye: "You can have it. I don't need it."
Hawkeye had been following Kerry for a long time so he had learned how to read people's expressions. He felt a trace of subtlety from Dean and Amy's expressions: "Thank you, elder!" As he spoke, he stepped forward to receive it, but as he did so, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wrapped it around his hand, saying, "It would be bad if such a precious thing got dirty."
Amy's heart sank as she put away the small porcelain bottle: "I'll give you another one if you don't like it."
Dean felt that his guess was confirmed. His eyes flashed and he said in a cold voice, "Since you have given it out, how can you take it back? Hand it over."
Amy's face changed as she bit her lower lip: "Elder, how can you bully me like this?"
Dean's eyes were indifferent. He didn't soften because of her charming expression: "Do you want to keep the bottle or your hand?"
"You!" Amy's face turned ugly. It was obvious that Dean had seen through her thoughts, but she didn't know how he knew. She was angry and scared: "Elder, you can't do this to me. I just didn't come today …"
"Hawkeye, take her down!" Dean shouted.
Hawkeye's mouth was bitter. He didn't want to provoke a potion master. She was definitely a viper. But because of Dean's order he could only bite the bullet: "Master Amy, hand over the thing."
Amy gritted her teeth: "Try and touch me."
Hawkeye smiled bitterly: "I have long heard that your whole body is poisonous. Every thread of your dress is made of silk mixed with spider silk and soaked in venom. I don't have the antidote so how could I dare to touch you."
"It's good that you know!" Amy's face was gloomy: "Why are you doing this to me?"
Dean indifferently said: "Are you still holding on to the last glimmer of hope? You want to poison me to death and seek refuge with a new master? You want to take my head to claim credit? I'll give you one last chance. Tell me your value and maybe I'll let you live. "
Amy's face changed as she heard Dean say 'old life'. She was so angry that her face was distorted. She clenched the porcelain bottle tightly: "You damn bastard! You are lucky that you didn't fall into my trap. If I had known earlier, I would have directly pounced on you and let you have a taste of the rotten intestines poison! Do you dare to kill me? "
"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
Dean sneered, grabbed a pencil from the table, and threw it at him.
With a thud, the pencil suddenly hit Amy's hand that was holding the porcelain bottle, piercing through her wrist.
Amy screamed in pain, and the porcelain bottle in her hand fell to the ground. It shattered with a bang, and the inside was filled with powder. She hugged her hand and screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her voice was loud and ear-piercing.
"It seems that no matter how beautiful a person is, their screams are equally unpleasant." Dean said to Hawkeye.
Hawkeye was stunned and smiled.
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