Chapter 635
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"You! You are crazy! "The woman was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"If this is crazy then I would have been crazy a long time ago." Ianlar said indifferently, "It's been two minutes, dear mother. You've killed another one of your children." As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly.
His trusted aide understood and grabbed one of the girls. His dagger fiercely pierced through the back of the girl's neck. A blood-curdling scream came to an abrupt end, and the girl's corpse fell to the ground like a withered flower.
The woman was stunned for a moment. She rushed towards Ianlar and hysterically roared: "I'm going to kill you!"
Ianlar frowned slightly. He flicked his wrist, and the sharp sword shot out like a silver light. With a puff, it pierced through the woman's chest. The woman's body stiffened, and she coughed out a mouthful of blood. She raised her head in disbelief and stared at Ianlar, whose expression was as cold as ice. Endless despair and sorrow slowly surged out of her eyes.
"Why did you force my hands to be stained with blood?" Ianlar looked at her silently and said in a low voice. She exerted strength in her wrist and pulled the sword back. Blood splattered everywhere and landed on the scorched ground. It was a ghastly sight.
The woman's body fell down like a beautiful butterfly, completely motionless.
Dean's eyes flashed with killing intent. He clenched his fingers in his sleeves but after a moment he slowly loosened them. He looked at Ianlar: "How will you rule the barbarians if you kill her?"
Ianlar put the sword back into the scabbard and turned to look at Dean: "My father and mother are dead. My brothers and sisters have been beheaded by you. This place is under our complete control. Our people are everywhere. As long as we block the news and ask the prophet to recommend me to ascend to the throne, it doesn't matter if we find the beast king card or not. I can forge one and anyone who dares to verify it will die!"
Dean stared at him for a moment and nodded: "It seems that I didn't choose the wrong person."
Ianlar smiled: "It's the right choice for you to choose me. From now on I'm the only king. If there is anything you need me to do then just tell me."
Dean deeply looked at him: "You don't have to worry about this. What I need you to do will only be good for you and all of your clansmen. There will be no harm."
"Oh?" Ianlar's eyes slightly moved.
"I'll come back to you after you have stabilized your position." Dean said in a cold voice: "Prepare the troops in three to five days. I'll give you an area inside the wall for you to live in. You don't have to live in this barren place anymore."
"Really?" Ianlar's eyes lit up but he was skeptical in his heart.
Dean didn't want to stay any longer. He took Aisha's cold hand and left along the mountain that was covered with the flames of war and corpses.
The faint smile on Ianlar's face disappeared as he looked at Dean and Aisha's disappearing figures. His eyes were cold and gloomy.
"Your majesty, we have taken control of all the troops on the mountain. Do you want to send someone to take them down?" The servant next to him said.
Ianlar coldly glanced at him: "Can't you see how strong he is? He alone can slaughter all the royal family members. Who can stop him? My father's subordinate Lord Netherworld was beheaded by him. "
The attendant was shocked and said: "This, this person inside the wall is so powerful?"
Ianlar coldly snorted: "It's getting late. Immediately send the order to block the entire mountain. Don't let anyone leave. In addition, immediately call someone to bring the prophet!"
"Yes!" The servant looked at the corpses on the ground: "Your majesty, should we … … deal with them?"
Upon hearing that, Ianlar glanced at his mother on the ground, as well as the corpses of his two younger siblings, as well as his other brother, whose face was pale and terrified. He was silent for a moment before he said in a low voice, "Call a few people over and carry them away. Don't destroy my mother's body. I still have a use for her."
"Yes."
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Dean held Aisha's hand as they walked in the wilderness and returned to the wall.
The green grass and fragrance along the way made him slow down his pace. He turned to Haisha and said: "Do you remember the first time we met on the grassland outside the giant wall?"
Aisha was silent.
"I was hunting a monster at that time. Can you remember?"
"Forget it. It doesn't matter if you can't remember now. You will remember it sooner or later."
The two walked in the wilderness and gradually returned to the front of the golden wall. Dean looked up at the light coming from the direction of the wall. He sighed and led Aisha to find a place with weak guards. They climbed over the wall and walked all the way back to the castle.
Nicotine looked at Dean as he saw him come back: "Master, I've prepared everything. What should we do next?"
"Set up the factory and make the finished products. I'll give you the production process." Dean sat on the sofa and drank the tea: "I'll send a few great potion masters from the dark church to assist you. You just need to find a place to build the factory. If you don't have enough money then go to Neuss. He will be responsible for the funds."
"Great potion masters from the dark church?" Nicotine was speechless. Neuss could cause a sensation by stomping his feet. But now it seemed that he could only be Dean's subordinate.
Neuss looked at Dean: "I, I'll be responsible for the funds?"
Dudian nodded: "If you don't then hurry up and learn. You will be in charge of the finances in the future. You will be in charge of the money of the twelve districts of the dark church as well as the Holy Church and the various chambers of commerce. If you don't understand then go to Hawkeye. He will introduce you to some excellent financial managers to teach you."
Neuss couldn't believe it. Finance was the lifeblood of the Holy Church. How could Dean hand over such an important thing to him? Moreover it wasn't just a little money. It was almost all the money of the entire outer wall!
It could be said that he would be the richest person in the entire outer wall in the future!
"I, I know. I'll learn right away!" Neuss hurriedly said. He was so excited that he wanted to shout out loud. He suddenly thought of what would happen when he returned to his family. What would the expressions of the people who had despised him when he was in prison? Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a little excited, secretly determined to learn financial management at all costs!
Nicotine was jealous as he saw Dean hand over such an important matter to Neuss. But he didn't dare to show it. He felt bitter and regretful. He thought that if he didn't betray Dean and was loyal to him then perhaps he would be the one to manage the finances for Dean. After all, he was a butler so he was the most suitable person to manage the finances!
Moreover, managing the finances was just the surface. What made him jealous was that it meant that Neuss would be Dean's right-hand man!
It was important to know that money was indispensable. Dean gave this person to Neuss which meant that he would put him in an important position in the future!
Moreover, according to Dean's current plan, he knew that this was a road of no return. Either he would fail and die, and they would be buried together with him. Or he would succeed and become the top class of people!
"Young Master, where do we sell the finished products?" Nicotine collected his thoughts and lowered his head to ask.
Dean indifferently replied: "Make them first and don't rush to sell them. The more the better."
"I understand," Nicholas said respectfully.
"Master!" Sergei came down from upstairs and saw Dean in the living room: "Richelieu wants to see you."
Dean frowned: "I'll be there in a minute." After that, he said to Nicotine: "Come to my study later, I have a list for you to help me buy some materials."
"Yes," Nicholas replied respectfully.
Dean went upstairs and came to the room where Richelieu lived.
Sergei stood at the door and opened the door for Dean.
After entering the room, Dean saw Richelieu sitting on the ground with a haggard face. There was a trace of decadence in his aura. Dean indifferently said: "You can change your clothes here. You don't need to wear such a heavy robe."
Richelieu rushed forward as he saw Dean appear: "Didn't we agree before that I'm completely loyal to you? Why didn't the antidote you gave me cure the poison? How can you break your promise?"
Dean indifferently said as he saw the red marks on Richelieu's arm: "I was afraid that you would be disobedient so I injected you with a strong poison. It completely mixed with your blood. You need to take the antidote a few more times if you want to cure it completely."
Richelieu hurriedly said: "Then give me the antidote!"
"First, write down the names of all the cardinals in the Holy Church and their families, and then I'll consider how much to give you." Dean calmly sat down.
Richelieu hesitated for a moment but quickly returned to the table. He picked up a pen and paper and started to write. For him, he had exposed other deeper secrets to Dean so he didn't lack this information. Moreover, with Dean's means, he didn't need to go through Richelieu to know these things. It was just a matter of time. So it wasn't a top-secret information.
Soon, the information was written and handed to Dean.
Dean nodded to Sergei as he looked at Sergei.
Sergei went to Dudian's basement and took out the mulberry leaf cigarette.
Richelieu was impatient as he saw the cigarette in Sergei's hand.
Sergei wanted to dodge, but the cigarette in his hand disappeared. He couldn't help but be aghast and shocked.
Dean quietly looked at Richelieu as he lit the cigarette. He slowly got up and said to Sergei: "Let's go out." Dean closed the door and looked at Sergei: "What happened to the Mel family?"
"Master, I have tortured them according to your instructions. The two women are on the verge of collapse. They asked me for the antidote just like the Pope." Sergei replied truthfully.
Dean nodded: "Give them the antidote every day. Only when they abandon their dignity and beg."
Sergei looked at Dean: "Master, are you going to torture them for revenge?"
"If they submit, they can set an example for the other nobles and submit to us." Dudian's eyes were calm: "These aristocrats didn't learn anything else, but they learned all the problems of the aristocracy. They are arrogant and arrogant. It is difficult to tame them by force alone. They are a good example. No matter how down the Mel family is, their prestige is still there. They represent the pride of all aristocrats."
Sergei suddenly realized and said: "I know."
Dean patted him on the shoulder and let him continue to guard here. He went back to his study and wrote down the materials needed to build a high-voltage lightning fortress. The reason why he was ready to replace Richelieu as the Pontiff after seven days wasn't because of the difficulty of the task, but because he wanted to make time to make his own cards as soon as possible.
Although he had Aisha's help which was stronger than his original plan, but there were many strong people in the inner wall. He couldn't fully count on Aisha's strength.
Time passed. The sun rose and set.
The outside world continued to expose the sensational news in the outer wall as Dudian closed his door to build the lightning fortress.
For example, there was a scuffle in a certain block. It was suspected that there was a war between the dark believers and other pagans. There were many casualties. A powerful aristocratic family suddenly announced that it was leaving the consortium. Countless people were laid off and unemployed. There were shadows of barbarians at the border. It was suspected that there would be a war … The news shocked the entire outer wall every day.
Many nobles and military officials were aware that there was an amazing change happening in the outer wall.
It seemed that there was a very fierce undercurrent surging in the inner wall. They didn't know when it would erupt!
The seventh day arrived in the blink of an eye.
Dean looked at Richelieu who had been locked up in the study room for the past few days. Richelieu's face was obviously yellow and old. "Are you ready?"
The corner of Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly, as though he had lost all strength. He said in a low voice, "I've been prepared for a long time.
"I'm ready."
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