Chapter 470
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Dean slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect to find a job for him to do. "Dispatch ten followers to kill 'Marley' at 7: 15. One of them must be a three-star alchemist. Don't alert the enemy and don't let the target leave the hunting range."
"Target location, Falkland Street 12 …"
The content was short. There wasn't any extra words except for the task.
"The task should be to kill 'Marley'. But the number of people and the identity of the followers are specified …" Dean narrowed his eyes: "I'd like to personally see who this' Marley 'is."
He memorized the handwriting on the letter and burned it so that no one would find it and expose his identity. Although the handwriting on the letter might not be the old Pope's, it was most likely written by one of his confidants.
"Hawkeye." Dean called out as the ashes extinguished.
The door was pushed open. Hawkeye respectfully came in: "Elder, what's your command?"
"Go and investigate who 'Marley' is. He is the one who lives on Falkland street." Dudian ordered.
Hawkeye complied.
It didn't take long for Hawkeye to return to the room: "Elder, I've found out that Marley is a professor of history at Druid College. He is 58 years old and was born in a declining knight family. His grandfather was a silver knight. His family has 20 acres of land. His father has passed away and his mother is living in a small town in his hometown. He temporarily lives in Falkland Street 12 …"
He paused as he looked at Dudian: "He seems to have another identity. He is a follower of 'Nature's religion'."
Dean didn't expect Hawkeye to investigate this person so quickly. He was surprised by the intelligence network of the dark church: "Nature? Are you talking about the Nature that doesn't believe in God? "
"Yes." Hawkeye respectfully nodded: "The Nature doesn't believe in the God of Light. They always talk about 'materialism' and blasphemy. Their activities were relatively low-key a few years ago but they have become more and more frequent in the last two years. There have been several conflicts between the 9th region and the Nature but there hasn't been any fierce conflict."
"Why?"
"Elder Kerry said that the Radiant Church wants to deal with them even more than we do. This bone should be left for the Radiant Church to chew."
Dean nodded slightly. It seemed that Kerry wasn't sent by the Monastery. But in the end he believed the old Pontiff's other identity and handed over the position to Dean. The Monastery was able to eradicate a real elder of the dark church without much effort. Moreover, they were able to support their own people. It was the sharpest knife in the Monastery.
"Are there any three star alchemists who are free?" Dudian asked.
Hawkeye thought for a moment: "A few."
"Pick one of them and let him take nine people with him to kill Marley tonight. We'll leave at six o 'clock." Dudian ordered.
Hawkeye was taken aback, "You want to kill him yourself?"
"Let's meet him and learn about nature." Dudian casually said.
Hawkeye understood and didn't dare to ask any more questions.
After Hawkeye left, Dean sat on the chair and thought for a moment. He suddenly thought of something. He took out the animal glue mask and applied it on his face. He couldn't always wear a mask in the future. In case someone tried to imitate his appearance and convey false orders, it would cause unpredictable consequences. Moreover, the protective effect of the animal glue mask was stronger than the mask.
He didn't use it before because he was worried that it might be poisoned. But now he had the Night King's water so he didn't need to worry about it. Moreover he had told Hawkeye that he was wearing the animal glue mask. If he didn't get poisoned then Hawkeye's expression would change. After all, he was the only one who had access to the animal glue mask besides the Monastery.
The thin animal glue mask was attached to his face. It was like a soft layer of skin that penetrated into the pores. He looked in the mirror and saw that his appearance had changed. The animal glue mask seemed to have disappeared from his face. Only by concentrating on it could he see the slight differences in the pores of his face.
He kneaded his face and saw that his appearance in the mirror had changed. It was like he could knead at will.
"It's amazing. I didn't think that the Monastery could make such a thing." Dudian exclaimed in his heart. This thing allowed him to disguise himself as almost anyone. In this era where the detection methods were weak it was simply a weapon to commit crimes!
However, it would be fine if the Magistrate didn't alarm the Punishers. Once the Punishers got involved, it would be impossible for him to hide from them just by changing his face. After all, the face could be changed, but the smell emitted from the pores was difficult to hide, unless he wore other perfumes all the time.
"My voice doesn't sound like an old man. I should change to a young face." Dudian kneaded his face in front of the mirror.
Time passed by in a hurry.
It was six o 'clock in the evening.
Trunn and his nine friends were waiting by the carriage outside the manor. From time to time he would look at the time from his pocket watch. His heart was full of tension and excitement. He didn't think that he would be able to go on a mission with the elder of the dark church. He felt like he was in a dream. Moreover the difficulty of the mission wasn't high so he could fully express himself.
He understood that it was better to rely on the elder than to do well. If he could rely on the elder of the dark church then he might be promoted again in the future.
When he told his friends about the news, his friends rushed to give him gifts, just to get a place in the team. This made him a little vain, but in order not to affect his performance, he didn't choose friends who were also three-star alchemists like him. Instead, he chose some friends who he met in the early days and were still wandering at the bottom.
Two figures came out of the manor while he was waiting nervously. Trunn's eyes lit up as he recognized one of them. It was the famous Hawkeye, the personal secretary of the elder. Even a five star alchemist would be polite to him.
Trunn's heart beat fiercely as he thought of this. His eyes fell on the young man next to Hawkeye. It was a handsome young man in his early twenties. He had black hair and warm eyes. His figure was slender and had a unique temperament.
"Elder!" Trunn stepped forward and saluted in a low voice.
Dudian wrinkled his brows.
Hawkeye softly reprimanded Trunn: "You brainless thing! What are you talking about? We are outside."
Trunn was scared as his face turned pale. He looked at Dudian: "I'm sorry … I couldn't help but …"
Dudian was too lazy to pursue the matter: "Is everyone here? Get ready to go."
"Yes, everyone is here." Trunn replied in a trembling voice.
Dudian nodded and sat down in a carriage.
Hawkeye looked at Dudian: "You really don't need me to accompany you?"
"No, you can go back." Dudian closed the door.
Trunn went back to the carriage and winked at his friends. All of them quickly got into the carriage. Trunn whispered to Dudian inside the carriage: "Are we leaving?"
"Yes."
Trunn drove the carriage and left the manor.
After the carriage entered the city, it deliberately took a few detours before entering Falkland Street.
Trunn jumped out of the carriage and came to the side of Dudian's carriage: "We have arrived. Are we going to start now?" His tone was full of respect. His heart was full of apprehension as he had made a mistake in front of Dudian.
Dudian opened the door and looked at the tall building in front of him. He could see two figures inside the building. One of them was busy and seemed to be a servant. The other one should be Marley.
"Clean up the scene. Don't let the Holy Church find any traces." Dudian said: "Wait for me to come out. Moreover no one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Yes." Trunn respectfully smiled.
Dudian didn't look at him as he strode towards Marley's door and gently knocked.
Soon, the door opened. An ordinary-looking middle-aged woman wearing servant clothes looked at Dean in confusion, "Who are you?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Marley." Dudian smiled.
"Come in. Mr. Marley is in the study room on the second floor. I'll call him for you." The middle-aged woman looked at Dudian's handsome face. She opened the door and took out a pair of clean slippers and handed them to Dudian.
Dudian put on the slippers and came to the living room. He was surprised to find that the living room was full of bookcases.
"Mr. Marley will come down in five minutes." The middle-aged woman went downstairs and poured tea for Dudian.
Dudian thanked her and quietly waited for the tea.
The middle-aged woman used a rag to wipe and clean the room. She looked at Dudian from time to time.
Dudian felt that he shouldn't make himself so handsome. It was too eye-catching.
Five minutes passed quickly. The sound of footsteps came from upstairs. An old man with black and white hair and a slightly hunched back came downstairs. He looked at Dudian who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was somewhat puzzled, but seeing Dudian's extraordinary clothes, he came over and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "You are?"
Dudian smiled: "Hello Mr. Marley. I'm an elder of the 9th region of the dark church."
The polite smile on Marley's face froze. He was startled.
He was startled because of two reasons. First, he had never heard of a member of the Dark Church who was hiding in the dark. But now, he had formally introduced himself to others as if he wasn't from the Dark Church but the Knight's Hall.
Second, he didn't expect that a member of the dark church would be sitting in front of him. Moreover, it was an elder level big shot.
"Dark Church?!" At this time, an astonished voice sounded from the side. It was the middle-aged woman who cleaned the place. Her face was filled with astonishment as she stared at the handsome young man on the sofa with disbelief in her eyes.
But soon, a great fear surged out, and she reacted. Just as she was about to open her mouth to scream, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck. Her vision suddenly turned black, and she fell down. Blood spurted out from her neck and quickly spread on the ground.
Dudian raised his arm. It seemed that he was holding something but it was gone.
The white plate under the teacup that the middle-aged woman handed to him was gone.
The plate was dyed red.
Dean smiled as he looked at Marley. There seemed to be a force in the depths of Dean's gentle eyes that pressed down on Marley's mouth. Marley's mouth was slightly open but he couldn't make a sound.
"You, you!" Marley's body slightly shook. His face was pale as he turned to look at the middle-aged woman who was lying on the ground. He looked at Dudian in anger as he clenched his fists. It seemed that he was restraining himself but he was afraid: "What are you going to do?!"
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