Chapter 619
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Richelieu whispered: "What you said makes sense. But have you ever thought about how many people lost their lives because of you when you broke the rules? Don't you feel guilty? They are all ordinary people like you, just like you in the past, but now they have lost their lives because of the current you! "
"You should say this to the people above you." Dean said: "Don't they preach universal love? In that case, I am willing to exchange positions with them."
"You!" Richelieu choked and couldn't speak.
Dean said: "Tell me, which path do you want to choose?"
Richelieu stared at him and said, "Before I make my choice, can we have a good talk?"
"Yes." Dean didn't think much.
Richelieu was relieved. It seemed that he was still a teenager and didn't have much experience. However, this gave him an opportunity: "Since you have made up your mind and don't care about other people's lives, then you should care about your own life, right? Even if you get the position of Pope and control the dark church, I guess your next step will be to break the military of the outer wall and the magistrate. Is your purpose to rule the outer wall? "Richelieu narrowed his eyes and stared into Dean's eyes.
Dean didn't dodge: "Yes."
Richelieu was startled as he saw Dean admit it so easily. But what shocked him more was that his guess was actually true. This teenager was planning to control the entire outer wall!
Richelieu calmed down: "You have been in contact with the Monastery. You have the support of pioneers. So you should know what kind of power the inner wall has. In their eyes, the outer wall is just an abandoned place. It's not worth mentioning!"
"I know." Dean calmly said: "To put it simply, the gap between the outer wall and the inner wall is like the gap between the commercial district and the slums. I remember that the rich people in the commercial district call the slums garbage dump. The outer wall is the same in the eyes of the inner wall. "
"Since you know …"
"Don't forget where I came from." Dean interrupted him: "I come from the junkyard, but I used to make all the rich people in the commercial district look up to me. All the rich people wanted to have a relationship with the aristocracy and respect me! I have broken the wall between the slums and the commercial district. Now I can break the wall that separates the inner wall and the outer wall! "
Richelieu was stunned.
He suddenly thought of the incredible miracles that this young man had created, and he also thought of this young man's background. He was a lowly and lowly commoner, and he was even an abandoned child. But it was this person who lived in the dirt that stood in front of him, standing above the clouds.
The facts were in front of him and he couldn't deny it. After a moment, he thought of a new wording and slowly said: "I know you are very good, but your behavior this time is too reckless. It's like you are still in the slums and you don't have any noble status in the commercial district. But you want to gather all the poor people to oppose the rich nobles in the commercial district. What do you think the outcome will be?"
"You're right." Dean calmly said: "But what if the power of the poor people can destroy the army in the commercial district? What do you think the outcome will be?"
Richelieu was stunned when he heard the last sentence. He woke up the next moment. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. Could it be that there was more than one pioneer behind the teenager? Was there a big force in the inner wall who was ready to go to war with the Monastery?
He felt a sense of crisis as he thought of this.
"You should feel lucky."
"Lucky?" Richelieu frowned.
Dean said: "I usually use my hands more than my mouth. But tonight I didn't kill you nor did I forcibly enslave you. Can you guess the reason why I talked with you?"
Richelieu's expression changed slightly as he stared at him and said, "Because you know that if you kill me, you will not be able to obtain the position of Pope. The elders of the Church will immediately recommend a new Pope, and they will recommend him according to his seniority, contribution, reputation, and so on. The person who is your spy might not have an advantage in these conditions, so you have to keep me alive so that I can give up my position to him!"
Dean didn't deny nor agree: "What else?"
"You want to get some information from me." Richelieu narrowed his eyes: "It's about the Monastery. So you are not in a hurry to kill me."
Dean nodded slightly: "That's right."
Richelieu's heart shivered. Didn't Dean's words mean that he denied the first point he said? If it was denied then it meant that the person who was Dudian's reputation and contribution in the Holy Church wasn't as high as he had guessed?
Thinking of this, several names emerged in his mind, but at the same time, another idea emerged. Perhaps this was Dean's smokescreen. He couldn't be so easily alienated by him!
"Anything else?" Dudian continued.
Richelieu raised his eyebrows: "Anything else?"
Dean shook his head: "It seems that you are really old."
Richelieu's face sank: "Can you be direct?"
Dean raised a finger: "The main reason is that I need your loyalty."
"Loyalty?" Richelieu was taken aback. He looked at him in disbelief and said, "You want me to pledge my loyalty to you?!"
"Yes, submit to me and be loyal to me."
Richelieu thought that Dean meant abdication and didn't want to fight against him. He didn't expect that the boy wanted to take him under his command. He wanted the dignified leader of two churches to be loyal to a kid who was less than twenty years old.
"You don't deserve me to be loyal to you!" Richelieu's face was gloomy: "I can consider it if you just want the position of pontiff. But you want me to be loyal to you? It's wishful thinking!"
"You can be the dog of the Monastery so why can't you be my dog?" Dean looked at him as if it was a matter of course.
Richelieu's expression darkened. "Even if the Mystic Sect treats me well, they wouldn't dare to be so impudent! Don't think that you are holding me hostage. I don't want to expose my strength but you have really angered me! " At this point, his slightly hunched back slightly straightened, and a creaking sound came from his spine. His whole body exuded a strong aura. It was as if he was no longer the gentle old man draped in the gorgeous robes of the Pope, but the King of Massacre who held blood in his hands!
Dean's expression was very calm: "Of course I know. As the chairman of the Dark Church, how can you suppress those little rascals who don't abide by the law? If I'm not wrong then you should have reached the limit of a senior limitless. You should be stronger than what the Monastery had expected. "
Richelieu was surprised. He didn't expect Dean to see through his cards. It was obvious that the boy had a strong perception! He snorted in his heart. The stronger the perception, the weaker Dean's fighting ability. The previous attack was estimated to be the strongest power Dean could muster.
"Since you know then I can't let you live." Richelieu was ready to step out.
Dean suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
Richelieu looked at him coldly: "Beg for mercy? Or … "
"Don't talk. Let me think." Dean interrupted him. He frowned and muttered to himself while counting his fingers, "The limit of a high-level Frontiersman. There should be a gap between him and a Pioneer. He shouldn't be killed directly in one move..." Speaking of this, he frowned slightly.
Richelieu thought that Dean would say something. But when he heard Dean talking to himself, he was angry and a little scared because Dean's attitude was too calm. He couldn't see the slightest bit of bravado. But it was absolutely impossible to say that there was someone here who could kill him in one move. First of all, he was very sure that Dean's strength was not that of a pioneer. After all, even a big force like the inner wall could cultivate a large number of hunters and even limitless, but to cultivate a pioneer was not something that could be done overnight.
The masked woman next to him was even more unlikely.
If she was the pioneer behind Dean, then it was not Dean's turn to talk to him. And from the woman's position and posture, it seemed that she was just a servant. Most importantly, Dean had held her hand. If there was no particularly close relationship, how could a pioneer allow others to touch her?
He thought for a moment, but finally eliminated the distracting thoughts. He didn't say another word and suddenly made a move.
When it was time to make a move, he never talked nonsense.
Whoosh!
His figure suddenly swept out, like a gorgeous golden light hitting Dean.
At the same time, Dean had already raised his palm, the bell on his wrist shaking slightly.
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