Chapter 684
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"Sister?" Dean nodded: "How old is she? Where is she?"
"She should be 16 years old this year. She is studying in a law school. I heard that her grades are good. She is always the first in the class." Neuss said.
"You know a lot about her." Dean looked at him: "Take one thousand gold coins and go see her. Tell her about Glenn. She has the right to know."
Neuss was startled: "Master, what if she asks about the cause of Glenn's death?"
"Then answer truthfully."
"But …" Neuss carefully looked at him: "What if she can't get over it? She will think that it was the task that caused her sister's death. So she will hate you …"
"She is right." Dean replied: "She is the only one who hates me. The Dragon clan, the military, the Monastery … They all want me dead. I don't care about them. Why would I be afraid of a child?"
Neuss looked at him. He felt sad but didn't say anything. He turned around and retreated.
"Glenn …" Dean silently put down the pen and sighed. Glenn, Zach, Neuss and Sergei were the most trustworthy people around him. Mason and Zach were still training with the Hawkeye. It would take a while for them to help him. Glenn was dead so there was one less person he could trust.
He suddenly felt that it might be a mistake to involve Mason and Zach in this matter.
If he allowed them to live a peaceful life, they might be able to live to old age. However, if they followed him, they would inevitably encounter danger. For many secret missions, he could only send his most trusted people to do them.
The word 'trust' also contained a kind of emotion.
He silently thought that since ancient times, all the people in power should have faced such a situation.
They would send their most trusted people to perform the most dangerous tasks!
It was like a theory!
"Could it be that for those in power, feelings are merely a tool to win over people's hearts?" As he thought of this, he felt a little lost in his heart. Although he had a heart of stone, and if someone betrayed him, he would be ruthless. However, those who trusted him and never betrayed him died under his orders. This was the first time he had experienced such a feeling.
Only after experiencing it did he realize that some things were completely different from what he thought and saw, and what he experienced himself. The thoughts that came out of it were also completely different.
He turned his head to look at Aisha. There was a trace of tenderness in his indifferent eyes. But he suddenly thought of a problem. Will he encounter a strong enemy one day? Will he need to send her out to deal with it in order to save his life?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a chill of fear. The gentleness in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and remained silent.
After a while, he slowly sat up straight, and the confusion in his eyes dissipated. He could not change the various things he would face as a ruler, but he knew that the only thing he could do was to become stronger! He was so strong that there were no enemies, and there was no need to sacrifice the people around him to deal with him!
Time flew by.
Neuss returned to the Temple at nine o 'clock in the evening.
Dean saw him and asked: "How was it?"
Neuss smiled bitterly: "Replying to Young Master, I went there and met with her sister. But she insisted on coming to see you."
Dudian was startled: "Bring her here."
"I've brought her." Neuss said: "Shall I invite her in?"
Dean nodded and squinted his eyes. He saw a figure standing outside the Temple.
Soon, a girl was brought in by Neuss.
Dean looked at the girl and found that she was similar to Glenn. But the lines of her cheeks were more beautiful, soft, and full of gentle temperament. There was less of Glenn's temperament but more of gentleness.
Dean saw tears in her eyes: "I'm sorry. It's me who killed your sister."
The girl looked at Dean who was sitting at the desk behind the steps. She shook her head: "You didn't kill my sister."
Dean looked at her: "Then why are you here?"
"I want to get revenge for my sister!" The girl stared at Dean. The gentleness on her face faded and was replaced by coldness and determination. Her temperament changed: "I hope you can help me for the sake of my sister!"
Dean was surprised as he saw the instantaneous change in her temperament. He frowned: "I'll get revenge. I promise you that I'll help your sister!"
"No, I want to get revenge with my own hands!" The girl said.
"No!" Dean flatly refused, "Your sister has died because of me. I can't drag you down with me. You should go back and read your books. In the future, your life will be very rich. Once my matter is settled, I will let you live the best life."
"No!" "Even if you don't help me, I'll find a way myself. No matter how long it takes, I'll find a way. Although the methods I can think of are limited, I'll definitely find that person to settle the score. If I'm killed because I'm too weak, I won't blame you!" The young girl's eyes were resolute as she said, "Even if you don't help me, I'll find a way.
Dean was startled. He couldn't help but look at the girl. Her words made him look at her in a different light. It was obvious that she was forcing him to help her. But her words were very tactful. It was difficult for him to refuse. It was reasonable to say that most people would collapse when they heard the news of their sister's death. Most people would be filled with hatred and only want revenge. But she was still thinking about how to get him to help her. In other words, for her, revenge had already begun. Asking him to help her was the first step!
Dean frowned and looked at her for a moment: "Do you know that even if you get revenge, you may die if you follow me!"
"I'm not afraid!" The girl said in a sonorous voice, showing a very determined mind.
Dean was silent: "Your sister wants you to learn the law so that you can live a good life in the future. She is a hunter and has been stained with too much blood. She doesn't want you to get involved in it. Do you want to violate your sister's will?"
"Do you think I can live a good life?" The girl looked at Dean: "I'll spend my sister's money and the money you gave me to buy food and clothes. Every time I eat, every time I see my clothes, I'll think of my sister. I'll think of the life she exchanged for me. How can I enjoy it so comfortably!"
Dean looked at her slightly moist eyes. His heart ached and he was speechless for a moment.
The girl seemed to see through Dean's thoughts and said: "Elder, you don't have to worry about me. I know that you feel guilty for harming my sister. You are worried that you will harm me. Please rest assured that if I die then I can only blame myself for not being good enough. It is not your fault. Elder, please don't take it to heart. Just think of me as a sword in your hand. Please polish me so that I can kill! Revenge! If one day this sword breaks, or is embroidered … Sir, you can just discard it and find a better sword. "
Dean was shocked. He looked at her and saw a pair of bright but cold eyes.
He was silent and pondered for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth and said, "I understand. Since you insist on doing this, I will definitely use the best resources and hire the best teachers to teach you. I will definitely not let you follow in your sister's footsteps. I will definitely, definitely let you become the sharpest sword and cut down all the ugliness and lowliness in this world for me!"
The girl's eyes lit up. She knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you elder!"
Dean didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong, but he didn't want to continue to think about it. Hesitation was not his style. He said: "Get up. What's your name?"
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