"It should be because he is too outstanding and you are worried that you can't control him." Dudian's face was indifferent but there was a deep meaning in his words: "It's a good thing that the weapon is sharp. But if you are worried that you can't control it and try to destroy it to avoid being used by others then it's sad and incompetent. What do you think?"
"You are right. I didn't think that you would know more than me at such a young age." Richelieu modestly smiled and took the opportunity to compliment Dean. Anyway, compliments were free and would bring benefits to oneself whether the other party was a friend or an enemy.
Dudian frowned as he saw Richelieu's humble attitude. He took out a small iron bottle from his pocket: "This is sleeping medicine. I'm going out for a while. Take the medicine and have a good rest here. Wait for me to come back."
Richelieu looked at the small black iron bottle in Dudian's hand and reluctantly smiled: "I'm completely loyal to you. I will never betray you. Moreover, we are standing on the same boat. If I betray you then it's tantamount to a dead end. I can't go back to the Monastery. If you are worried then you can send someone to monitor me."
"No one here is stronger than you." Dudian indifferently said: "You are right. If you are really a smart person then you shouldn't betray me because you will die! But I can't bet my life on someone who I don't even know if he's really smart or really stupid. Do you understand? "
Richelieu was speechless: "Well, I'll eat." Dudian took the small iron bottle and unscrewed it. He poured out two black pills. The pills exuded a strange fragrance. He looked at them and threw them into his mouth.
"Not enough." Dudian said: "Although this is made by a great potion master and only one of them can make a senior hunter faint. But your physique is much higher so you don't have to be polite with this bottle."
Richelieu's mouth slightly twitched as he saw Dudian's eyes. He knew that it was useless to say more. He immediately poured the whole bottle into his mouth and slowly swallowed. At the same time he hid some of the pills in his mouth. He hoped that the part he swallowed wouldn't make him fall asleep.
Very quickly, drowsiness crept over him. Richelieu sighed in his heart and pretended to be extremely tired. He turned around and walked to the sofa. With a tilt of his body, he collapsed onto the sofa. Very quickly, he began to snore softly.
"That's fast," Nicotine exclaimed beside him.
Dean glanced at Richelieu's feet and indifferently said: "I'm pretending to be asleep. Go and get the things from my basement."
"Pretending to be asleep?" He turned around and saw Richelieu's body lying on the sofa. Although he was fast asleep, but his posture was very close to the sofa. His feet were very close to the sofa. How could a person who was tired to the point of falling down think about his sleeping posture?
Thinking of this, he looked at Richelieu, who was still pretending to be asleep on the sofa, and a strange expression appeared on his face. He did not expect the great Pope to have such an embarrassing moment.
At the same time, he admired Dean. If it was him, he would never be able to see that the Pope was pretending to be asleep. He didn't even think that such a legendary figure would be able to pretend to be asleep.
"What are you doing?" Dean frowned.
Nicotine quickly replied: "Yes." He quickly walked to the basement and came back with a few syringes in his hand.
Dean grabbed one of the syringes. There was a light green liquid inside. It was the liquid form of mulberry leaves. This liquid form was different from the 'cigarettes' that were made from hay. First of all, it was fast and effective. It was directly injected into the blood. Unless the person had magic marks that could control the blood, it would be difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaves in the blood.
However, the cigarettes made from hay needed to be inhaled in order to accumulate a certain amount in the blood. The effect was slow, but the advantage was that it was fast and convenient to make. Moreover, the residue of the liquid form could be disposed without waste.
For people who were already addicted, the effect of the cigarettes made from hay was better. It was like a bomb primer that could directly detonate the strong desire in their blood.
Dean grabbed Richelieu's arm and pinched it. Soon he saw the protruding meridians. He aimed at the meridians and injected it into the meridians: "It depends on your performance whether you are pretending to be asleep or not."
Richelieu was shocked when he heard Dean say 'pretending to be asleep'. At the moment he peeked at the thing that Dean injected into him. His heart turned cold. He didn't expect this kid to be so hateful and capricious!
Soon, the unbearable but pleasant itch slowly climbed out of his body. This time it was more intense than the last time. It spread from the internal organs to the whole body. It seemed that all parts of his body were being bitten by countless insects. It was unbearable.
He tried to endure but his body was trembling uncontrollably. He knew that he could no longer hide it. He simply sat up and kept scratching his arms and neck. He begged Dean: "I was wrong. Please give me the antidote. I know I was wrong."
"You are really not smart." Dean shook his head slightly.
Richelieu didn't care about Dean's ridicule. He wanted to peel off his skin. His eyes were red as he pulled Dean's arm: "Please give me the antidote. I beg you!"
"If you are willing to kneel down and show complete surrender then I can consider it." Dean indifferently said.
Nicholas' eyelids twitched as he heard Dean's words. Pope kneel down?!
Richelieu's body stiffened as he looked up at Dean in disbelief. However, he saw that the teenager's expression was as cold and indifferent as ice. His heart was filled with anger. He released Dean's hand, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth.
Time ticked by.
Richelieu felt that the itch was getting stronger and stronger. On the contrary, the previous strong humiliation and anger were getting weaker and weaker. In the end, only the itch was left in his mind. He couldn't help but reach out and scratch his body again. His nails soon broke his skin but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt a comfortable feeling. He kept scratching.
Very quickly, he felt something wet and sticky on his fingers. When he looked down, he was shocked to see that his arm was covered in bloody scars. Some places had been scratched very deeply and were badly mangled. However, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.
"I will scratch myself to death if I continue like this." He immediately stopped but the itch was getting stronger. It was as if his whole heart was being bitten by insects. He couldn't help but shrink into a ball. It seemed that this could slow down the feeling.
"I'll give you three more minutes to think about it." Dean's voice sounded.
Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet next to the sofa. He looked up and saw Dean standing a few meters away. There was an expensive cigarette in his hand. The end of the cigarette was lit and he was gently smoking it. The smoke was inhaled and exhaled from his mouth. It made him look a bit vague.
The cigarette that Dean was smoking was not made from mulberry leaves. It was similar to the cigarettes of the old era. It was less harmful, less addictive, and easy to quit.
Seeing Dean sucking the cigarette, Richelieu instantly felt as if there were countless insects crawling on his throat. The itch was unbearable. He couldn't help but want to scratch his throat. But thinking of the shocking blood on his arm, he held back. He hammered the ground and growled in a low voice. At this moment, he had no time to think about why Dean was not poisoned but was smoking the 'antidote'.
"Last minute." Dean took out a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket and rolled it on the toilet paper. He walked in front of Richelieu and his fingers loosened. The cigarette fell to the ground.
Richelieu saw the cigarette fall to the ground. His eyes widened and he quickly reached out to pick it up.
Before his palm could touch the cigarette, a leather shoe stepped on the cigarette. The shoe twisted slightly and flattened the cigarette. Then it slowly moved away.
Richelieu looked at the scene in a daze. Suddenly, he felt an unstoppable anger and humiliation welling up in his chest. He raised his head and glared at Dean with bloodshot eyes. However, all he saw was the same indifferent face.
He gritted his teeth and even bared his teeth. He really wanted to punch and break Dean's face. But he knew that he would be defeated before he could hit Dean.
Time passed slowly in the stalemate. The humiliation and anger slowly weakened again. The hunger and thirst turned into the voice of the devil, repeatedly hypnotizing himself in his mind. As long as he took a breath, he would be free.
No one saw him here. He didn't lose face …
Moreover, he had already lost to Dean. He didn't have any face left …
His boots were clean. He didn't step on them …
He slowly stretched out his hand. His hand trembled as he picked up the cigarette. There was a trace of moisture in his eyes. At the same time, a strong hatred and killing intent sprouted in his heart. But he lowered his head. He didn't dare to let Dean notice.
With a clatter, a box of matches was thrown in front of him.
Dean turned back to Aisha and said to Nicotine: "Go to the basement and get another bottle of sleeping medicine."
"Yes." Nicotine nodded. He secretly looked at the Pope who had unknowingly knelt on the ground. There was a bit of complex and fear in his eyes.
Richelieu couldn't wait to light the cigarette. He put it in his mouth and inhaled. He felt that he had jumped from hell to heaven. The unbearable itch and the crazy feeling of emptiness instantly disappeared. There was only a comfortable feeling as if he had fallen into the clouds. There was no trace of pain. It was as if his soul had left his body and was soaring in the sky.
There was a trace of emotion in Dean's eyes as he looked at Richelieu's intoxicated face. He knew that the liquid of the mulberry leaf had completely penetrated into his bloodstream. He couldn't quit anymore. Moreover, every time after the injection, he would have to endure to the limit. Then he would have to take the mulberry leaf again and again. This kind of relapse would only make the addiction stronger and more difficult to resist!
Moreover, the effect of this thing had been shown. Not only was it intoxicating, but it would also wear down a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.
Dudian asked Nicholas to give the sleeping pill to Richelieu who had finished smoking the mulberry leaf cigarette. Soon Richelieu fell asleep.
Dudian left the castle with Aisha after giving a few words to Nicholas.
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In a castle of Loen town.
This was a small town near the bustling western district of the commercial district. Although it was a town, it was extremely prosperous. The people living in this town were either rich or noble. Magistrates, priests of the Holy Church and teams of patrolling soldiers could be seen everywhere on the street. The public security here was very safe. For more than a decade there hadn't been any attack by the dark believers.
The lord of this town was the Rukland family. This family name was very famous. Almost everyone in the upper class knew about it. One of the eight cardinals of the Holy Church was the current patriarch of this family.
At this moment, in the underground of the main castle of the Rukland Family, enthusiastic cheers sounded outside a round platform. This was an extremely spacious underground plaza, built exactly like the arena outside. The high dome was inlaid with many expensive fluorescent stones, and the faint light cast down illuminated the interior of the plaza. At the same time, it was a little dark and hazy.
At this moment, on the round stage of the arena surrounded by iron wires, a brawny man who was nearly two meters tall was fighting with a petite woman who was less than 1.7 meters tall. This woman had wheat skin and brown hair. At first glance, it was obvious that she was a commoner. There were many scars on her body, but the most eye-catching thing about her was her extremely revealing attire. She only had a tube top on her upper body and a pair of short underwear on her lower body.
The clothes of the strong man were also very simple. His upper body was naked and he was wearing shorts. His muscles were bulging like dragons. He looked like a human-shaped tank.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
"Kill her!"
"Kill this bitch!"
Some people covered their mouths with their hands and used them as microphones to make their voices louder.
Most of these people had golden hair and wore expensive silk clothes. They wore gold, silver, and jade accessories. They had an extraordinary temperament. However, at this moment, they were like a group of ordinary people watching a show. They were wholeheartedly shouting and cheering.
Bang!
The strong man seized the opportunity and fiercely punched the woman's abdomen.
The woman immediately coughed out a mouthful of blood. Her body bent like a shrimp.
The strong man's face was ferocious. He mercilessly grabbed her hair and punched her in the face. With a bang, the woman's nose was broken and blood flowed out.
Seeing the huge disparity in strength in this fierce battle, the cheers below the stage became even crazier. Countless people shouted excitedly, and at the same time, there were people throwing gold coins on top of the barbed wire. The sound of gold coins falling on the stage was extremely pleasant to the ears.
"Hit, hit her chest!"
"Beat this bitch to death! Crush her body!"
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