Chapter 469
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"Big secret?" There was no anger in Dean's voice. He took out a sharpened pencil and gently played with it: "I don't like to listen to lies. It's equivalent to wasting my time."
Amy clenched her teeth as she endured the pain in her wrist. There was a trace of hatred in her eyes as she said: "I know that one of the bishops in the Holy Church is a member of the dark church. Moreover, his position here is not low. If we expose his identity to the Holy Church then the Holy Church will definitely investigate us. This will make the Holy Church lose a general and the other regions lose a chess piece!"
She stared at Dean. There was a pitiful look on her face but there was sincerity.
Dean shook his head. He wasn't interested in such news after coming into contact with the Monastery. Not to mention the problem of a bishop. The old Pontiff was the Supreme Speaker of the dark church. Such news was useless to him. The old Pontiff should know the identity of the bishop better than anyone else. He didn't pick out the bishop. Most of the time it would be used as a negative example. He would let the bishop play its value at the right time.
All the small movements were under the watch of the old Pope.
He was also under the watch of the Monastery.
The only pitiful thing was that the believers were loyal to their faith and the dark church. They were fighting each other for their 'God'. They didn't know that the God they believed in was just an illusion written by the missionaries of the Monastery to enslave them.
"Is this it?" Dean twirled the pencil, cold light flowing on his fingertips.
Amy was startled.
She had been staring at Dean's eyes, but found that when she said the shocking news, the latter did not respond at all. Even his eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment. She asked: "Elder, do you … know about this news?"
Dean glanced at her: "There is no way to distinguish whether the news is true or false. If my guess is right then the bishop is not the elder you want to rely on. The next step will be for you to give out the district he is from. I will think that I have the evidence of the elder and negotiate with him. It would be best if there is a conflict so that you can rely on the new elder. You can also retaliate against me, right?"
Amy's expression changed slightly as she hastily said, "How could that be? Elder, you're thinking too much. This news is absolutely true. I have conclusive evidence …"
"Let's talk about something else." The pencil in Dean's hand gently tapped on the table. Amy's words came to an abrupt end.
Amy's expression changed for a moment before she said, "Elder, if you punish me, then our 9th region will lose a Great Potion Apothecary. There aren't many potion apothecaries in the 9th region. You've just taken office, and everyone is eyeing you covetously. You can't weaken yourself like this. I can make up for my mistake by developing a Great Potion Apothecary within a month. I'll also sell the formula to you at the lowest price.
"It seems that you don't know me. I only want everything." Dean waved to Hawkeye: "She attacked an elder. Take her to prison and configure a set of tools for a great potion master. Let her study in prison."
Hawkeye was stunned as he looked at Dean. He didn't expect Dean to be so ruthless.
Amy's eyes widened: "You want to imprison me? You, you have no right to do so! Do you know my relationship? You want to imprison me for such a small matter?! "
"No right?" Dudian indifferently said: "I'm sorry. The 9th region used to have a parliamentary system. But from now on, it will be my dictatorship. I know your relationship with several families and consortiums. You have committed a crime. I want to see if they dare to yell at me because of you. You are just a great potion master. Don't think too highly of yourself."
Amy's face was pale as her body trembled. She stared at Dean: "You can't do this to me. I can promise you other things but you can't imprison me! You can't limit my freedom! If I am imprisoned, the production of potions in the 9th District will be greatly reduced. My students will also go on strike. My Amy Potion Union will also stop supplying you. At that time, the influence of the 9th District will decline again and become the worst among all the districts! "
Dean indifferently said: "We are all a group of cold-blooded monsters. Do you really think that your students will fight against me because of your imprisonment? Even though I don't understand the situation, I'm sure that some of your students have been hoping for your death for a long time. Only when you're dead can they have a chance to make a name for themselves. No one likes to be suppressed by others. I just need to give them a little more sweetness. Do you think they'll just disband and fight to the death against the Church? "
Amy's eyes were slightly red, and her lips slightly trembled. Dean's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into the depths of her heart. Of course, she knew that most of her students would not do such a thing for her, except for a few. The so-called teacher-student relationship was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of a behemoth like Dean.
However, she didn't expect Dean to be so crazy and overbearing. He dared to be so tough as soon as he took office.
"You will definitely suffer losses if you imprison me!" Amy took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "You want to restrict my freedom? I would rather die than make potions for you!"
Dean gently tapped the pen on the table. His words were as steady as his rhythm: "Don't say that you would rather die. Death is not so terrible. Barely surviving is the most painful thing. I advise you to be obedient. Otherwise, your delicate face will soon be gone. What do you think about sewing a mummy's face on your face?"
Amy's pupils dilated. Her chest violently heaved up and down. Her face was as white as paper. She trembled: "No, no, don't do that!"
"It seems pretty good to sew an ugly male mummy's face on it." Dean was interested: "I don't know how I would feel when I look in the mirror with an ugly face that exudes the stench of a rotten corpse."
Amy's body trembled. She seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in her wrist: "I promise you, I promise you."
"Too late." Dean shrugged his shoulders, "I've thought about it. You don't have to regret it. I'll replace you when I'm satisfied with your performance."
Then he said to Hawkeye next to him: "I'll leave this matter to you. Also prepare two big mirrors so that our great potion master can admire himself."
Hawkeye's scalp tingled. He had been in office for so many years but he had never heard of such a brutal torture. Especially for a girl who loved beauty. It was more terrible than death. He swallowed his saliva: "I-I know." He didn't dare to persuade Dean again. Although they had just met for a short time but the impression in his mind was that the new elder was a brutal devil. Moreover he was crazier than all the other devils!
"No, no!" Amy screamed in horror. She saw that Dean was serious: "I beg you, I am willing to do anything. Don't do this to me, I beg you …"
"You have to pay the price for doing something wrong." Dudian indifferently said: "Since you think that poisoning me is a trivial matter then this matter is not worth mentioning. You better give up struggling. You won't be able to escape today. You won't be able to escape from here. You won't be able to escape even if you have wings. By the way, this idea came from a madman I met many years ago. You should thank him. "
"No!" Amy screamed.
Dean glanced at Hawkeye: "Why are you still standing there?"
Hawkeye smiled bitterly. He didn't say anything, but his figure suddenly moved and appeared in front of Amy like teleportation.
Bang!
Amy just reacted and looked at him in horror. The next moment, her vision went black, and she fell to the ground.
Hawkeye took off the handkerchief and looked at Amy who was in a coma. He turned to Dean: "Elder, I'll call someone to move her away and change the carpet."
Dudian looked at him meaningfully. He was worthy of being Kerry's confidant. Kerry had served as his secretary and bodyguard. He should be the strongest in the 9th region. He should be at the top of senior hunters or even stronger than them. It should be because of his magic marks. No wonder Kerry had put him in an important position.
It didn't take long for Hawkeye to find Dean again after Hawkeye took the unconscious Amy out.
"Elder, the chairman has come to see you."
"Chairman?" Dean narrowed his eyes. Why did the old Pope look for him so soon?
"Bring him in."
"Yes."
A figure covered in a black robe, wearing a black hood and a mask came into the room. His whole body exuded a cold aura, but the heat in his body was as strong as fire, not inferior to Hawkeye next to him, even a bit stronger.
"A person at the same level as a saint?" Dean looked at Hawkeye: "You go out first."
"Yes." Hawkeye respectfully left.
"Greetings elder 'devil king'. This is the letter from the chairman." The man in black robe's voice was hoarse. It was obvious that he was deliberately controlling his voice. He took out a letter from his pocket. It seemed that he was afraid of leaving traces on the letter. He handed it to Dean.
Dean didn't take it but glanced at it. There was a black sickle logo on the letter. It was the mark of the chairman of the dark faction.
The black-robed man bowed slightly, turned around, and left without another word.
Dean watched him leave. After he left, he took out a handkerchief from his arms, carefully picked up the letter and opened it.
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