"Oh?" Richelieu's eyebrows slightly raised as he slowly sat up from the bed: "He controlled the twelve elders? When did such a powerful person appear in the outer wall? "
The grey figure bowed: "According to the report from the Philan family, this person seems to be the ninth elder."
"It's him?" There was a trace of surprise in Richelieu's eyes. Others didn't know the identity of the ninth elder, but he was clear about it. The little guy had disappeared for less than a few months. How could he have such ability?
"Tell me the details of the situation. Is there anyone among the twelve elders?" Richelieu solemnly stared at the grey figure.
Just as the gray figure was about to speak, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the slightly opened window, causing the soft gauze curtain in the hall to flutter slightly. At the same time, a voice as indifferent as the cold wind sounded, "Your Holiness, if you want to know the situation at that time, why don't you ask me?
The two of them were startled and turned their heads to look. They saw two silhouettes standing quietly outside the soft gauze curtain. They were as silent as ghosts, as if they had been standing there for a long time.
"Be careful!" When the grey figure saw these two people, he quickly reacted. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly flew over. He pulled out the light dagger from his waist, and held it behind his back with one hand. The moment he got close to the grey figure, he suddenly thrust it out.
Dean's expression was indifferent as he raised his hand to grab the dagger. At the same time, he said to Richelieu: "Pope, if you don't want to face the power of the pioneers, then it's better not to make a sound. I don't want to kill you for the time being." His voice was gentle. At the same time, his palm was like lightning as he grabbed the grey figure's wrist.
The grey figure shook his wrist and suddenly threw out the dagger. At the same time, his other palm suddenly slapped towards Dean's face.
Dean's eyebrows slightly moved. He didn't expect this person to be so good. He was far better than the other senior hunters he had met. However, this instantaneous rapid change was still difficult to escape his eyes. He turned his wrist and fiercely shook off the grey figure's palm. At the same time, two fingers came together and stabbed out like a sword.
Puff! The grey figure couldn't dodge and immediately froze on the spot. His throat had been pierced by Dean's two fingers.
When he finished speaking, the battle also ended at the same time. His fingers touched the warm blood and tissues of the gray figure, and then he mercilessly hooked two fingers back and dug out the tissues deep in the throat. At the same time, he hit the chin with the back of his hand and overturned it.
The gray figure's eyes were wide open, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief and shock. His body fell limply to the ground like a falling barrier, revealing Richelieu, who was standing behind him with a face full of shock.
When Richelieu saw Dean, he wanted to shout for help. However, the word "pioneer" in Dean's words made him swallow his cry for help back down.
If Dean used other words to threaten him, he would completely ignore it. However, the existence of 'pioneer' was a high-level news in the inner wall. Almost no one in the outer wall knew about it. Even the name of the existence above the hunters was rarely known, let alone the top pioneer!
The weight of these three words in his heart had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow. Just like when civilians heard nobles, they would subconsciously lower their voice. This was the awe and fear branded by the long-term rule!
When he reacted, he saw the grey figure had already fallen. The smell of blood filled the hall.
He stared at Dean in a daze. It was hard for him to believe that this terrifying teenager was the genius who came from a civilian background and had no background!
Dean saw that Richelieu didn't shout. He indifferently said: "You are quite smart."
Richelieu came back to his senses and his face darkened. He stared at Ye Futian and at the same time, noticed the slender figure behind Ye Futian who was wearing a veil. His instincts told him that this silent slender figure was even more dangerous.
"What do you want to do? If I remember correctly, I don't seem to have offended you. Do you want to kill me and become the Pope yourself? "Richelieu narrowed his eyes.
Dean shook off the sticky blood on his fingers: "I want to be the Pope. I don't need to kill you. But the premise is that you have to cooperate with me."
There was a trace of cold light in the depths of Richelieu's eyes. His wrinkled face was gloomy: "Since things have come to this, why don't you take off the mask and we will talk, Mr. Dean?"
"Alright." Dean raised his hand and pinched his face. He quickly pulled out a layer of thin film and revealed his original appearance. He didn't care about his appearance being exposed: "Since the Pope knows about the dark church, then you should be able to guess the purpose of me coming here to find you, right?"
Richelieu's face was gloomy: "If I'm not wrong, you are really crazy! Do you know what you are doing? You want to control the dark church and control the underground forces of the outer wall. I believe that it won't take long for the Monastery to get the news. They will send the strong to suppress you. Even if you have the support of the pioneers, you can't beat the Monastery! "
He had some guesses when Dean said the words' pioneers'. With Dean's original physique, he had such a powerful strength in just a few months. It wasn't strange that he had the support of the pioneers. The only strange thing was why did the pioneers do this? Did they want to use him as a chess piece to declare war on the Monastery?
Thoughts were surging in his mind. He was speculating a lot of information.
"If my enemies are like you, I think I will be very touched if they are in danger and can warmly consider for me." Dean's expression was calm as he glanced around. He took Aisha to a chair and sat down: "Since you are so enthusiastic, how about passing your position to me?"
Richelieu saw that Dean was fearless, and he was secretly shocked. His face sank when he heard Dean's words. "My position? Don't tell me that you don't just want the dark church but also want to be the Pope? "
"What's the difference?" Dean asked back.
Richelieu choked back his anger and said, "I advise you not to let your imagination run wild. The position of Pontiff is not something that I can pass to anyone I want. Even if I am willing to pass it to you, with your status and your history, how can you be worthy of the position? The Church won't obey you, the elders won't obey you, civilians and nobles won't obey you! Not everyone can sit in the position of the Pope. "
"I know." Dean indifferently said: "So I have another candidate. This person is from the Holy Church. You just need to pass it to him."
Richelieu was surprised: "Who?"
"Are you willing to give up the position?" Dean didn't answer.
Richelieu's face turned ugly. He didn't think that there would be a spy under his nose. Moreover, the spy was bought by an unknown kid with no background. It was a shame! He took a deep breath: "Can you tell me why you are doing this? Is it because you were wronged and imprisoned? Is it because you want to retaliate against everyone?"
"I think I am overestimating you by saying that I am retaliating." Dean said: "I am just doing what I want to do. As for hatred, you don't deserve it."
Richelieu sighed softly and said, "When the Mystic Sect sent you here to be the Ninth District Elder, I saw your identity information. I know that you have suffered a lot along the way. However, the God of Light has been watching over you to be where you are today. The God of Light will repay all the injustice you have suffered. You are still young. Do not let your eyes be blinded by hatred. Hatred will drag you into the abyss of sin."
"Hatred will only make people suffer and blind." His voice was full of compassion: "The moment you let go of hatred is the moment you embrace the light. You will see that the world isn't as dirty as you imagined. Darkness will blind people and they won't be able to see the future. You only need to let go of the hatred and you will be free."
Dean quietly looked at him: "In addition to the darkness, there is also strong light that blinds people! Do you think it is possible to use this trick on other fools? But do you think it is possible to use it on me? "
Richelieu was startled: "You have sunk too deep. If everyone in the world is like you and is dominated by hatred then the world will be destroyed. Do you think that a world dominated by killing can last long? Everyone will suffer setbacks, but when they encounter setbacks, they will hate the world. In the end, they will only destroy themselves. Even if you don't believe in God, you should at least believe in one truth — a world of love and peace is the most perfect world, right? "
"Is that so?" Dean asked.
Richelieu stared at him: "Isn't it?"
"No." Dean calmly looked at him: "Have you heard of a story?"
Richelieu was startled: "Story?"
"Once upon a time, there was a farmer who built a sheep pen filled with snow-white lambs." Dudian slowly said: "Every lamb is happy and happy. Although they fight for food, but there are no casualties. So every lamb can eat delicious food. The farmer was happy to see such a situation. But as the days passed, the lambs in the sheepfold grew bigger and fatter. "
"The gentle farmer finally picked up the knife and slaughtered the lambs one by one and sold them to the meat market."
"The happy lambs didn't know what real fear was until that day came."
Richelieu slowly frowned as he listened to Dean's narration.
"Then, in the second year, the farmer bought a group of lambs." Dean continued: "The lambs lived happily in the pen but one day the wolf came. The wolf rushed into the pen and all the lambs were frightened. They desperately ran out of the pen to hide. "
"When the farmer heard the news he rushed to the pen and saw that several lambs were killed. The rest were scared and ran away. He was exasperated and hated the wolf. And those lambs that ran away also hated this wolf, because this wolf caused them to lose a stable home. "
Dean looked up at him and said, "Do you hate this wolf?"
Richelieu's face was gloomy. He knew that Dean was asking him to make a choice. It wasn't a choice of hate but a choice of position!
He was silent for a long time before he said: "Have you ever thought that even if the lambs knew their final fate, they would still hate the wolf?"
"Oh?" Dean looked at him with interest.
Richelieu replied, "Because in this pen, they can at least live a peaceful life until they grow old. But once they leave the pen, they will be in a precarious situation. Who knows when they might die of sickness or starvation? Compared to such a life, living in the pen is the greatest happiness, isn't it?"
Dean nodded slightly: "You are right. The ending of the story is like this. In the end the farmer killed the wolf and found the lambs. This is a happy story."
Richelieu slightly opened his mouth. No one knew what he was going to say.
"But …" Dean's tone was gentle: "We are people, not lambs. There is a big difference between people and lambs. People have dignity. Of course, there are many people who don't have dignity."
"But at least some people have dignity. They don't want to be lambs."
"So in real life, not everyone will hate the wolf." Dean looked at him: "The existence of the dark church is like this, isn't it?"
Richelieu's lips slightly moved. He sighed: "You are right, but it is because of this that it is sad!"
"You also think it is sad?"
"What I said is sad is not that some people are willing to be lambs." Richelieu shook his head and sighed: "Those who think that they can see the world outside the pen and predict the behavior of the farmer are smart lambs! They know their end, so they don't want to live in peace. They like to stir up trouble. But they are just sheep. Even if they are angry, violent, what can they do? They will only hurt their own kind. They can't hurt even a hair of the farmer. "
"So the smarter the person is, the more dangerous they are. The more rational they are, the more cold-blooded they are. When dealing with smart people, don't open your heart."
Dean slowly nodded: "You are right. The world is in the hands of smart people. It will also be destroyed in the hands of smart people. But if you don't want to be destroyed, you have to be that smart person."
Richelieu said: "Your idea is no different from those smart lambs."
Dean was silent. After a long time, he slowly said: "If I accept my fate, there will be no hope. If I don't try, how do I know that my horn won't pierce the farmer's neck?"
Richelieu deeply looked at him: "But have you ever thought about how many of your kind will be hurt by your attempt?"
"There are only two kinds of people in the world. Those who accept their fate are one kind and those who don't accept their fate are the other." Dean looked at him coldly: "On the chessboard, every chess piece has the role of killing the enemy. In that case, you should be prepared to be killed."
"You are completely blinded by the darkness." Richelieu sighed: "Hatred will only lead to destruction. Your current behavior is like this. Even if you get the ruling power of the dark church and the Holy Church, what can you do? You have broken the stable order of the Monastery in the outer wall. You have also broken the rules of the inner wall. Do you know how serious the consequences of breaking the rules are? You are rebelling against all the people of the giant wall of Sylvia! “
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