In a magnificent palace on Mount Wu Tuo, the maid in charge of taking care of the "young master" looked around the room. The room was too big, like the hall of a hall. The dome was high, and the area was wide. It was hard to imagine that this was the bedroom of a child who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
"Young master, come out. Don't hide." The maid shouted anxiously.
His voice reverberated in the empty room and traveled very far.
The maid saw that the call was useless so she had to go inside the room to search. When she went deep into the room, a figure jumped out from behind a stone pillar near the door and quickly rushed out of the room. The sound of the door closing alarmed the maid. When she turned her head to look, she immediately turned pale with fright and hurriedly chased after the figure. "Young Master, don't go out, quickly come back …" As she shouted, she opened the door and chased after the figure.
A small figure quickly disappeared from the corner of the corridor.
Boyce ran all the way out of the square and arrived in front of a white jade staircase leading to St. Mark's square at the top of the mountain. When the two Knights of Light on duty saw this young master, they immediately saluted respectfully.
Boyce immediately asked: "They said that my grandfather is missing. Is it true?"
The two Knights of Light looked at each other. One of them winked to persuade the other not to talk too much.
Although Boyce was young but he had always been clever. He shouted: "If you don't tell the truth then I'll demote you to apprentice apprentices and hunt down the dark believers every day!"
The two Knights of Light's complexion slightly changed. Although the young master didn't have such rights but … his grandfather the Pope did! Moreover, the nurse who took care of him had always doted on him and was also one of the eight cardinal bishops. If this little guy complained to her, she would definitely be removed from her position. Chasing the followers of darkness every day? What kind of joke was this? That was a matter of throwing one's life away!
Another knight smiled: "Young master, don't worry. His highness the Pontiff hasn't disappeared. He just encountered some problems so he temporarily left Wu Tuo mountain. He is secretly planning to destroy the dark church in another place."
Boyce looked at him: "Really?"
"It's true," the knight said solemnly.
Boyce saw the serious look in his eyes. He snorted: "Get out of the way."
The two of them stepped aside.
Boyce immediately ran up the stairs. He crossed four or five steps at a time. His speed was astonishing. He was like a cheetah in the forest.
The two Knights of Light turned their heads and looked at the back of the Young Master who was flying away. They were secretly speechless. One of them exclaimed in a low voice, "Young Master's strength is probably stronger than both of us, right?"
"Not only that …" Another knight exclaimed, "The young master has been trained by the Great Light King since he was three years old. He's already nine years old now. If he were to fight, he might be able to fight a head commander!"
"When the young master grows up, he will be the future Great Light King!"
While the two Knights of Light were sighing, Boyce quickly ran up the mountain path. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the mountain forest and leaves fluttered in the air.
Boyce raised his hand to cover his eyes and the wind disappeared. When he lowered his hand, he saw a shadow in front of him.
"You …" Boyce looked at the man in surprise.
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On a small hill at the edge of Mount Utopia, there lived the apprentice knights and junior Knights of Light who were stationed here. In one of the more simple and crude houses, Barton carried his sweaty and smelly clothes, which had piled up for several days, to the well outside. He scooped up some water and poured it into a wooden basin. Then, he returned to his own room and prepared to soak these clothes for a while before washing them.
He hadn't sat down when a dull voice echoed in the room: "Long time no see. How are you?"
Barton was shocked. He saw a black-haired figure sitting next to his bed. Barton was stunned when he saw his face: "Du, Dean?"
He was startled for a moment before he reacted: "You, why are you here? Only we can come in here. You, did you sneak in? "
Dean quietly looked at him: "I came here to find you."
"Find me?" Barton suddenly noticed that there was a child lying on the bed behind Dean. It seemed that the child was asleep.
"Have you heard about my matter?" Dean quietly asked.
Barton responded. He was sent to an aristocratic family by Dean. When the Holy Church was recruiting apprentice knights, he participated in the assessment. Although his hair color was not golden and his body had some deformities and problems, but because he was registered as an aristocrat, he successfully passed the assessment and became a member of the Holy Church. His life and cognition had undergone earth-shaking changes after he became an apprentice knight. He was no longer a poor boy who sneaked into the commercial district from the slums. He was no longer a bird without a nest under Dean's wings.
As a trainee Knight of Light he naturally had the right to read the newspaper of the Holy Church for free. He read a lot of things and learned a lot from it. He also read the news that Dean had colluded with the dark cultists and was arrested in the inner wall.
"I-I heard about it." Barton looked at the living Dean in front of him. He was no longer a poor boy who could only look up at the commercial district. He knew that the inner wall was the most mysterious place. It was far more powerful than the commercial district. Even the ancient nobles who lived in the commercial district would try their best to join the inner wall. This was the best proof of that.
"How come you are here? Weren't you caught in the inner wall? You … Did you sneak out of the inner wall? "
Dean nodded and stared at him: "I need you now. Are you willing to follow me?"
Barton was stunned.
Continue to follow Dean?
Before Dean appeared, he had tried to ask himself this question. Every night, he would secretly ask himself. The answer had been firm, but it had also been shaken.
After all, the poor days in the orphanage had penetrated deep into his bones. He couldn't bear to look back. Every day after he followed Dean he lived in fear. He was worried that the magistrate would find him. He was worried that he would be punished by the Holy Church. He was worried that he would be thrown into the fire as an evil believer.
Now that he had become a trainee Knight of Light, although his life was not very good, but at least he could eat and wear warm clothes. Moreover, he was able to raise his head and walk on the street. The people around him no longer looked at him with contempt and disgust, but in awe. This was something he had never imagined before. Even when he followed Dean, he was rich but people still looked at him with disgust because of his hair color and the radiation spots on his body.
But now he didn't feel inferior because of the bright armor of the Knight of Light.
"Give up everything and follow him …" Barton secretly asked himself. Was it worth it? Was it worth it? Was it worth it?
Dean also quietly stared at him.
After a long time, Barton took a deep breath and seriously looked at Dean: "I'm willing!"
Dudian was startled. There was a trace of softness in his calm eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. He calmly said: "Really?"
Barton nodded: "Really!"
"Why?"
"Because I said that I am willing to follow you for a lifetime! Although I am stupid but at least I know that I must abide by my words! This is a promise! "Barton said seriously.
Dean was silent for a moment: "Your choice is right."
Barton revealed a smile, but then let out a sigh. Laughing bitterly, he said, "To tell the truth, I don't know what I'm doing either. Am I crazy? How could I throw away such a good job and go crazy with you? But you were the one who gave me my life. The reason I was able to come here and join the Radiant Church was also because of you. So, although I'm a bit reluctant, I can't forget my roots, right?"
Dean stared at him for a moment then slowly stood up and patted his shoulder.
Barton grinned: "You don't need to comfort me. We are brothers who have gone through life and death together!"
"I'm sorry for making you lose your job. I'll make it up to you. In a few days, I'll find you a new job."
"I have given up such a job. I don't need to look for a new one. I will follow you!"
"The new job is to be the Pope. Are you willing to do it?"
"What?"
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After leaving Barton's residence, Dean went to a nearby hotel. He saw Aisha sitting motionless in the room. He immediately went forward and whispered: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
Aisha was silent.
Dean held her slender cold hand and whispered: "Let's go back now. I will accompany you. You won't be angry with me, right?"
Aisha looked at him without any expression.
Dean looked up at her, his eyes full of tenderness: "Let's go." He pulled her up from the bed, then carried the unconscious Boyce and left the hotel through the window.
It was five o 'clock in the afternoon by the time they returned to the castle.
Richelieu was monitored in the castle. He couldn't go out or send messages. When Dean came back, he immediately saw a familiar figure. When he saw the face, he felt the blood in his body freeze. His fingers trembled and he felt a violent anger spreading from his chest. He stared at Dean and said: "What did you do to him?!"
"He is in a coma. He is not dead. Don't worry." Dean saw his reaction: "It seems that we didn't catch the wrong person."
Richelieu immediately came to his senses, but he still felt an uncontrollable anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "He is just a child. I have already pledged my loyalty to you. Why don't you believe me? Why are you using a child to threaten me?!"
"In my eyes, he is just a bargaining chip."
"You!" Richelieu clenched his fingers in anger. He suddenly thought of a question: "How did you find him?"
"Didn't you confess to the elder of the 9th region?" Dean indifferently said: "If you can betray others then why can't others betray you?"
Richelieu's face changed: "He won't betray me. What did you do to him?"
"I killed him." Dean was too lazy to play with him: "He was loyal to you. I tortured him to death so that I could squeeze out your information bit by bit. It's a pity."
Richelieu roared: "You scum!"
"Scum means the dregs of human beings. Obviously, I am not one of them." Dudian calmly said.
Richelieu roared, "With your skills, there are many ways to make him confess to me. Why did you have to kill him?!"
"Because it is efficient."
"You!" Richelieu gritted his teeth: "He used to be a librarian. He never left the library. He didn't do anything bad in his life. Why are you so cruel?"
"Pigs didn't do anything bad. Didn't they die?" Dean indifferently said.
Richelieu was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Since you still have a benevolent heart then cooperate with me in the future." Dean handed Boyce to Glenn: "Take him away. Personally look after him. This kid's strength is close to a senior hunter."
Glenn was shocked as she looked at the child in her hand. How could such a small child have strength close to a senior hunter?
Comparisons were odious. She finally understood the difference between those with a background and those without. She lost at the starting line from the moment she was born.
Richelieu looked at Dean in anger. He knew that it was meaningless to be angry at this time. The more angry he was, the more he would fall into Dean's trap. He took a deep breath: "You have my life in your hands. If something happens you can harvest my life at any time. Why are you doing this?"
"It's always good to add a few more sets of protection to the cards that are useful." Dean casually sat on the sofa: "Nothing will happen to you as long as you cooperate with me. What are you angry about? Are you angry that you want to betray me but you can't do anything about it? "
Hearing this, Richelieu immediately suppressed the anger on his face and lowered his head. "No, I have never thought of betraying you."
Dean waved his hand, "I don't want to talk nonsense. I have solved the five proctors. Tell me what to do next."
Richelieu's heart skipped a beat as he raised his head in shock. "Five, five proctors, all dead?!"
Dean nodded.
Richelieu's eyelids twitched slightly. He was shocked to the extreme. In less than a day, Dean had killed five proctors. This speed was simply like harvesting wheat!
"I know." He suppressed the shock in his heart and took a deep breath: "I will fully cooperate with you so that your people can ascend to the position of Pope."
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