A sudden gust of wind blew in the main hall, causing the curtains to flutter violently. A bolt of purple lightning suddenly appeared and collided with the golden light. With a loud bang, the golden light dissipated and revealed Richelieu's figure. His face was filled with shock. Two fair, slender arms were wrapped around his shoulders. Their sharp fingernails pierced deep into his luxurious robe that was embroidered with golden threads, holding his arms in place. The powerful force of the arms pushed his body backwards at a rapid speed.
With a bang, Richelieu's body hit the metal pillar on the edge of the bed. The entire pillar was dented, and his back was pressed hard against it. He was completely suppressed.
Roar!
A low growl that sounded like that of a ferocious beast came right at him. Richelieu could only see a pair of pure black eyes closing in on him, filled with a menacing coldness. It was as if he would be swallowed by an unknown force the very next moment.
"No!" His mind instantly fell into despair. He could only watch in horror. Everything happened too quickly, and he was caught off guard. He had no time to react.
Ding dong!
There was a faint sound of a metal bell.
The terrifying oppressive aura stopped abruptly, and everything returned to normal. Only the stinging pain from his shoulder woke Richelieu up instantly. His first reaction was to attack immediately, and use all his strength to repel the shadow of the shadow in front of him. But when he raised his arm slightly, he felt an indescribable pain coming from his arm. It was as if he had a cramp, and the pain was so intense that he instantly lost consciousness.
His raised arm immediately froze. The pain made his eyes reveal a trace of unbearable agony. It wasn't that he couldn't endure pain, but the pain in his arm was completely beyond what he could bear. It was ten times more intense than when his arm was cut off!
Ding dong!
The metal bell rang again, but it was different from the previous bell. This time, it shook a few times.
With a whoosh, Richelieu felt a strong wind roll up in front of him. His body relaxed, and the pain in his shoulder instantly reduced. At the same time, the mysterious woman who was holding him back also withdrew. The speed of her departure was so fast that he could not see her clearly. It was as if she had taken away all the warmth from his body, and he felt an indescribable chill and palpitation.
When he eagerly looked over, he saw that the mysterious woman had returned to Dean's side. She was still the same as before, like a servant or a close friend. She quietly stood beside the teenager without making any sound. It seemed that she had been standing there from beginning to end and had not moved at all.
Richelieu's arm had already returned to normal. That strange, twisted pain had also returned to normal, so much so that he did not feel any pain at all. He looked at this young man with a face full of shock, as well as the mysterious woman beside him. The shock in his heart had reached an extreme level. He could never have imagined that this woman, who had not made a single sound like an assassin, would actually possess such terrifying power!
With just one move, he was completely suppressed!
Furthermore … if she had not retreated in time, he felt that he might have already died.
This was a power that completely surpassed his, and it was far beyond his imagination. Just the most basic speed and strength made him unable to react or resist!
"Mr. Speaker, can we have a good talk now?" Dean indifferently looked at him.
Richelieu gradually recovered as he heard Dean's words. There was a trace of complex emotions in his eyes. The main reason why he was not in a hurry to call for help was that he was confident that he could deal with Dean with his own strength. After all, if he couldn't defeat an opponent then there was no one in the entire outer wall who could.
However, the brief exchange of blows just now had crushed all the confidence and confidence in his heart!
"You have such a strong power. What else is there to talk about?" Richelieu slightly clenched his fist as he spoke in a bitter tone.
Dean indifferently said: "I'm not like you. You are a respectable person. I can give you an equal opportunity to communicate with me."
Richelieu was taken aback. He raised his head and looked at the young man. Seeing his calm expression, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. He smiled bitterly and said, "You can totally defeat me and force me to do whatever you want. Why bother saying so much to me?"
Dean looked at him: "If it was someone else asking this question then it would be excusable. But isn't it a bit strange for the Pope to ask this question?"
Richelieu was stunned for a moment but soon realized the meaning behind Dean's words. He suddenly understood why Dean was talking so much. He couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart: "Do you really want me to be loyal to you?"
"Are you not willing?" Dean looked at him and quietly said: "Fighting can only convince people, but using words can convince people. Since ancient times, the power of words is often better than thousands of knives and swords. Unfortunately, all verbal communication needs to be based on the situation of equal fists. It's like a hot knife theory."
Richelieu's heart shook. He had to say that Dean's words were very reasonable. At least at his age he wouldn't be able to say such words. In addition to the strength of the boy, what was more terrifying was his heart and his wisdom!
"You are really smart." After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "It seems that all of us have underestimated you in the past. A person who possesses power but only knows how to use it to subdue others is ultimately a boorish fellow. A person like you who possesses power but doesn't use it easily means that your understanding of 'power' is deeper and further than ordinary people's. If this era was a little better, you would indeed be able to achieve something extraordinary!"
He spoke very seriously because these words were his true feelings.
Dean calmly said: "You are flattering me. Since you look up to me, then it's time to make your choice. I hope you can make a smart choice."
Richelieu was silent for a long time: "If I surrender to you will you dare to use me? Aren't you afraid that I will pretend to surrender and then sell you out with false information? "
"I have my own way." Dean indifferently said.
Richelieu deeply looked at the boy. The boy's confidence made him feel a bit uncertain. At the same time, he felt a trace of jealousy and luck. He was jealous because the boy was so young but had a mind that didn't lose to him. Fortunately, such a person wasn't born in the same era as him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live a stable life as the Pope for so many years.
"I don't seem to have a choice. I am willing to be loyal to you as long as you are willing to believe me." Richelieu narrowed his eyes.
"Very good." Dean clapped his hands. There was still no trace of a smile on his face. He calmly said: "Smart people are always cute. Now I will give you the first task. Prepare to abdicate the position of Pope. I need you to hand over the position of Pope to my confidant within seven days."
Richelieu's heart sank: "You don't believe me?"
"I believe you." Dean said: "I believe that you will listen to me."
Richelieu was speechless. After a while he said: "What will I get if I follow your orders? Will you get rid of me after I abdicate the position? "
"You look down on me too much." Dean said: "I won't betray anyone who is loyal to me as long as they don't betray me. That's my rule! Also, if I really want the position of the Pope, I can still get it even if I kill you now. I only need to subdue all the elders in the council of elders and let them vote for one person. I believe that even if the person they choose is a nameless novice, he will be able to ascend to the throne of the Pope in one step, and there will be no objections from the commoners. "
"After all, any resume and deeds can be shaped. As long as there is a credible person to testify then it is the best evidence, isn't it?"
Richelieu's face slightly changed. He felt a trace of coldness in his heart. He knew that Dean was right. If he subdued the entire elder group then the existence of the Pope would be equivalent to nothing. Moreover with Dean's strength it was entirely possible to achieve this but it would be a bit troublesome.
"You will follow me in the near future. My great cause will be completed and your position won't just be a little Pope in the outer wall. You will even be the dean of the Monastery." Dean threw out the sweet fruit: "But I will have to inconvenience you for a while. I hope you can understand and cooperate with me."
Richelieu's face changed. He knew that there was no turning back once he took this step. He couldn't help but feel sad and at a loss. Once upon a time he stood at the highest point and looked down upon the civilians and nobles of the outer wall. But now he was coerced and had no choice but to become a vassal.
"I know." Richelieu sighed in his heart. There was a trace of helplessness and vicissitudes in his voice.
Dean said: "You can no longer live here during the period of abdication. I will take you to a new place where all your instructions will be conveyed to the Holy Church."
Richelieu was startled. He immediately understood that Dean was guarding against his secret betrayal. Dean wanted to isolate him from contact with other members of the Holy Church. Obviously, this was what Dean meant when he said 'I have my own ways'.
"I know." Richelieu didn't say anything.
Dean nodded: "Now you are going to leave a handwritten order. The content of the order is that you encountered an assassin tonight and are seriously injured. You need to concentrate on recuperating."
"Encountered an assassin?" When Richelieu heard this, he felt that Dean was bold enough to report his whereabouts. But soon he noticed the corpse on the ground. His face slightly changed. The 'assassin' that Dean was talking about was most likely him. In this way, he could explain the smell and corpse left behind when he died. At the same time, he could also lay the groundwork for the succession of the throne …
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