Chapter 622
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Dean took Richelieu to his room: "It will inevitably arouse suspicions. Tomorrow morning at 7 o 'clock at Martha's Square in the Western District. Show your face to clear the suspicion of the Holy Church."
"I know." Richelieu nodded.
"How long do you think it will take for the inner wall to notice the movement here?" Dean asked.
Richelieu had expected that Dean would ask this question. He already had an answer in his heart but he pretended to think about it: "If I go to Martha's Square tomorrow then I should be able to hide for a while. There are five supervisors in the Holy Church who are responsible for passing messages to the Monastery. Although the frequency of transmission isn't much but if they know that I'm injured or missing then they will certainly report to the Monastery."
Dean said in a profound tone: "You should have said this before."
Richelieu pretended not to understand and continued, "Even if I manage to hide it from the five Dean Supervisors, when the news of me passing on the throne comes out in seven days, they will definitely inform the Mystic Sect immediately. By then, the Mystic Sect will definitely know about the situation here and send people to stop me, because the passing on of the throne has always been decided by them. Hence, if it is possible, I feel that it is better to delay the passing of the throne. I am really not being selfish. I have already pledged my loyalty to you and stand on the same side as you. You letting me pass on the throne is just to make you feel more at ease, but the price is too high.
"It's too late." Dean said in an indifferent tone: "The time of passing won't change. If it is to be changed then it should be in advance and not delayed."
Richelieu frowned: "Why are you in such a hurry? If you delay it for half a month then you will have more time to control the outer wall. Why are you so nervous? If you don't believe me then I'll listen to you. "
Dean looked at him and calmly said: "There is an old saying called 'speed is the most important thing in war'. Since we are at war with the Monastery then we have to seize the opportunity. We have to cut off all the hands and feet of the enemy before they can react. Will they be able to resist?"
Richelieu was stunned for a moment. Although he hadn't heard of this word but he could roughly understand it. Indeed, Dean's current situation was that if he could control the outer wall as fast as possible then he would have more time to deal with the Monastery. If he continued to delay then the chaos inside and outside would be inevitable.
"Do you have any relatives?" Dean asked casually as he touched the wood carving on the table.
Richelieu smiled: "How can I have any relatives when I sit in this position?"
"It's lonely at the top …" Dean nodded but didn't ask further.
Seeing Dean's reaction, Richelieu was relieved. At this time, he heard Dean ask again, "Tell me the names and residences of the five proctors."
Richelieu's expression changed. "You're going to kill them?"
"What I do is my business. Just cooperate with me." Dean said casually.
Richelieu was silent for a moment, then said, "I got it. Their names and positions are …" He immediately reported the identity information of the five supervisors, including their expertise in fighting and other information to Dean.
Dean wrote down: "Do you have any channels to get God's marrow in the outer wall?"
"There are but not many of them. Moreover, they will be arrested and killed once they are detected by the military!" Richelieu understood Dean's thoughts: "You want to use the God's marrow to cultivate your men. It's going to be difficult to cultivate a warrior that surpasses the level of a hunter in a short period of time. Even if you manage to cultivate them the forces of the inner wall can easily kill them."
Suddenly, he remembered that Dean had the support of pioneers. Was it possible that Dean lacked God's Marrow?
Dean said: "Give me these channels. I'll give you the code and location."
Richelieu saw that Dean was determined to get the God's Marrows, so he immediately told Dean about the channels he knew. These channels were small. His own channel was to directly apply for the God's Marrows from the Monastery through the Dean. So even if Dean knew about these secret channels, it wouldn't cause any loss to him.
Neuss, Glenn, Nicotine and others returned to the castle as they talked. Dean took out a bottle of ecstasy from his room. It was a high-end potion made by a master potion master. He poured two drops to Richelieu: "Take a rest before dawn. I'll call you later."
Richelieu felt dizzy as he smelled the scent of the bottle. He knew that Dean wanted him to faint and do something that he didn't want to see.
He resisted in his heart, but looking at Dean's indifferent eyes, he braced himself, took the thing, opened his mouth, and fell down.
After pouring it into his mouth, he did not swallow it immediately. Instead, he swallowed it with a mouthful of saliva, and his tongue hid the two drops of ice-cold liquid between his teeth. At this time, Dean patted his shoulder: "How is the taste?"
This slap immediately made his back straighten, and something seemed to stir in his throat. With a gulp, he swallowed the ice-cold liquid that his tongue had pressed against and almost choked.
His face turned red as he coughed.
Dean shook his head and left.
Richelieu looked up at Dean's back and felt his vision blurring. He saw seven or eight shadows of Dean's back, slanting and shaking. He shook his head hard and clenched his teeth, trying to stay awake, but his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
Plop.
Dean heard the sound of Richelieu falling to the ground as he left the room. He didn't look back but went downstairs with Aisha.
"Master, these are the mulberry leaves and other plants that you asked me to grow …" Nicotine took out bundles of plants and gave them to Dean.
Dean nodded as he saw that the quality was good. He took the things and asked Neuss to move the two decomposing equipment to his basement to start refining.
More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
It was four o 'clock in the morning. It was close to five o' clock in the morning. There was a faint light coming from the sky.
Dean came out of the basement and went back to the room upstairs. Richelieu was still lying on the ground. His gorgeous robe was in close contact with the carpet. Dean helped him up. He picked up the syringe and rubbed Richelieu's wrinkled neck. He injected the white powder into Richelieu's neck. After a while he took out another syringe and injected the light green liquid into Richelieu's neck.
He picked up the teacup from the table and poured the cold tea on Richelieu's face.
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