Chapter 743
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Dean had seen the undeads outside the city. He knew that she was right. He looked around cautiously: "Isn't there a rumor that the corpse plague was jointly created by the Monastery and the military? Will it be more dangerous for us to stay here?"
The gorgeous woman was startled and hurriedly covered Dean's mouth. She glared at him and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she slowly let go of Dean's hand, but her eyes were full of warning. "Don't talk nonsense. Do you want my shop to be smashed by talking about these things here?"
"It's life-threatening. I have no other choice." Dudian said apologetically. No wonder he didn't hear anyone talking about this matter in the tavern. The news that he had spread in the Earl's City seemed to have disappeared. It turned out that the news was blocked.
It was no wonder that the rumors not only stopped at the wise but also the strong.
The gorgeous woman didn't look at Dean. Considering that Dean had spent a lot of money, she whispered: "Don't talk about this outside. Once it is leaked, be careful of the dark prison! Even if the news is true, we have no way to go. We can only stay here. The corpse plague is everywhere outside the city. We will die if we go out! "
"Can we spend money to hire a strong person to protect us?" Dean immediately asked.
The gorgeous woman shook her head: "Don't think about it. As you said, who will take a burden out of the city when it is life-threatening? Unless you have tens of thousands of gold … But if you really have so much money, I advise you to stay here. If you are afraid of death, you can use this money to bribe the military. Maybe you can get shelter. Give it to a stranger to lead the way out of the city. In the blink of an eye, they will rob you and throw your corpse in the wilderness. That would be a death of injustice. "
Dean saw that she was not bad. He nodded slightly: "Thank you. Have another cup. It's my treat."
"Treat?" The gorgeous woman didn't expect Dean to be so generous. Her face suddenly showed a charming smile: "Thank you, little brother."
Dean drank two mouthfuls and got up. He took out a dozen banknotes from his back and handed them to her: "Is this enough?"
"Of course it's enough. There is more." The gorgeous woman immediately took out money from the drawer behind the counter and gave it to Dean.
Dean took the money but didn't put it in his pocket. He turned around and walked away. When he passed by a strong man who was drinking, his arm shook slightly and the banknote in his hand disappeared. He stuffed the banknote into the man's pocket. This was his money, so he naturally had to return the money.
"It seems that the effect of the undercover agents spreading rumors here is not ideal." Dean walked out of the pub and strolled along the street: "It seems that the chaos in the Earl's city is basically impossible. If this trend continues, then we can send troops to clean up the other cities. In less than half a month, all the cities will be cleaned up and restored to vitality."
The civilians and nobles of the inner wall were happy to see such a situation. But he didn't want to see it. He needed to save time to keep the inner wall in chaos.
"It seems that I have to prepare another method." His eyes flickered slightly, and he walked around the outer walls of the city to observe the defensive forces in various places. He found that most of them were guarded by hunters. There was a Limitless One stationed at every few hundred meters, and there was a Pioneer stationed at each of the four main city gates in the east, south, west, and north.
He could easily break through the defensive strength of the city by himself. But he believed that near the Earl's Castle in the center of the city, there was at least one pioneer at the level of God of War, or even two or three pioneers. He did not intend to get close, so he quietly climbed over a weak city wall and left. He did not follow his previous plan to destroy the city. These defenders were just hunters, so it was useless to kill more of them.
Moreover, he knew that it would be difficult to delay the restoration of the inner wall even if he created one or two pioneers' corpses.
He left quickly under the cover of the night. Two hours later, he arrived at the bottom of the giant wall where the God's Marrow was hidden. He looked at Black Prison's bag and saw that Black Prison was obediently staying in the glass jar. He heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the bag, and flew up the giant wall.
He returned to Utopia Mountain at around two o 'clock in the morning. It was late at night. The top of the mountain was quiet. The moonlight shone on the empty square.
Dean landed in front of the Temple and gently pushed the door open. The candlelight was bright and the wall lamps were burning quietly. Aisha was sitting alone on the edge of the bed. She still maintained the same posture as when Dean left.
Dean felt guilty when he saw her dull expression. He put down the things in his hand, came forward to sit down with her, and softly said some words.
He told her the whole process of going to the inner wall. It was as if he was telling a very simple thing. He took out a purple flower and handed it to her nose: "Purple is your favorite. Does it look good?"
Haisha sat in a daze and did not answer.
Dean gently smiled as he put the flower in her hair. He took a mirror from the side and handed it to her: "Does it look good?"
"…" Silence was the only response.
He put down the mirror, got up and went to the side of the bedroom. He took the bottle of hot water, washed his hands and face, and then washed the towel. Then he took the warm towel back to her, took her hand and gently wiped each of her fingers with the towel. Her fingers were as white as jade. This was something he never stopped every day. It had almost become a habit.
Ten minutes later, after wiping her body clean and changing into new clothes, he helped her lie down and closed her eyes. After doing all this, he returned to the basin and washed his hands. He wrung out the towel and returned to the hall. He untied the bag on the carpet and took out the godworm and Black Prison. He then carried them out of the temple and went to the laboratory on the side of the square.
Although it was late at night the laboratory was still brightly lit. Some people were busy.
Dean entered the door.
The three alchemists were shocked when they saw Dean. They quickly saluted.
Dean put down the things and asked them to wake up Xia Manson and Poland.
After a moment both of them came in front of him with sleepy eyes.
"Mr Dean we won't have the energy to work during the day if we don't sleep well …" Xia Manson was angry as he muttered.
"I've taken back the God's worm. I hope you can produce the God's marrow with maximum efficiency." Dean pointed to the things on the table: "Don't be lazy. I've asked Professor Luo Wei how much God's marrow you can produce every day. I hope you won't make me use unnecessary means to force you." Professor Luo Wei was the white-bearded old man.
Poland and Xia Manson's sleepiness disappeared as they heard Dean's words. They were surprised as they looked at the God's worm and Dark Prison. They didn't expect Dean to bring them back in such a short time.
"Have you seen Professor Luo Wei? Where is he? "Poland's eyes moved away from the Dark Prison as he asked Dean.
"I killed him." Dean's expression didn't change. It was as if he had just pinched a fly.
Poland and Xia Manson froze as they looked at him in shock. Soon they judged from Dean's expression that the boy wasn't lying!
"You, you killed Professor Luo Wei!" Poland clenched his fists: "You are not a human!"
Xia Mansen didn't think that Dudian would dare to speak like that. He was scared and slightly retreated. He looked at Dean: "Mr. Dean, why didn't you bring Dr. Luo Wei back? His technology is much better than ours."
"You two are enough unless you don't want to live. I can catch another one to replace him."
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