The Dark King

"You killed?" Patriarch Fulin was a little stunned.

"You should know that I had a holiday with Bailin." Du Dean smiled lightly: "When the consortium investigates, it should not notice me a little junior hunter, if you go to investigate, you should still be able to find out At the time when they were performing their mission, I happened to be temporarily dispatched outside the wall to cooperate with Greeley in hunting the Black Weaver."

Patriarch Fulin was stunned. When Du Dean mentioned Greeley and the Black Weaver, he immediately recalled several major events that happened that year, and these two things happened to overlap.

"You, weren't you a junior hunter at the time, at most you can only be a rookie hunter, how could you kill Bailin, she is an intermediate hunter!" Patriarch Fulin is hard to believe.

Du Dian glanced at his desk and smiled: "If you have read the latest newspaper, you should know the news of the death of the deacon Hollett."

Patriarch Fulin stunned, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him in horror.

"Yes, I killed it." Du Dean smiled.

Patriarch Fulin could not help saying: "He is the deacon of the Tribunal, you, why do you want to kill him?"

"The main thrust of my imprisonment was his trial book." Du Dian smiled slightly and said: "I tell you these two things, I just want to tell you, if I want, your Lane family will be tonight This is completely destroyed, please believe it!"

The pupil of the old patriarch of Fulin slightly contracted and looked at Du Dean staring blankly. After a long silence, he suddenly felt a little tired, and a lot of sweat beads permeated from the old face, and he could no longer hide the tremor of the body, and slowly sat back on the chair. , Said: "So, I have no choice?"

Du Dian felt his chin for a moment, then shook his head: "Well, it really seems to be gone, unless... you choose to maintain the noble style of the nobility, insist on fighting against the criminals, and then be gloriously annihilated. In this way, it may be in the annals of later generations. It’s not a shame for the ancestors of the Ryan family.

The old patriarch of Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to mock me, you can escape from the thornbush prison, and I know that you are not a simple character, maybe the Bailin team is really killed by you, anyway, you I still have the strength to kill this old man, even if I want to save my own life, I will promise you, but if the deacon Hollett is really killed by you, the Tribunal will definitely find out, even if I kill you When bail comes out, you will go to jail again and will be executed immediately!"

Du Di'an smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, I have my own way."

Patriarch Fulin could not help but glance at him, and he finally refrained from asking, and said: "Since you have your own plan, I don't say much, but the Hongyeshan mine has been difficult to mine ore, It’s almost a waste mine, and even if it becomes sold, it’s difficult to sell high prices.”

Du Dian smiled and said: "The mine is just like a human. Just dress it up a little bit, even if it is ugly, it can be seen after dressing up. I don't believe I need to elaborate on how to do it."

Patriarch Fulin gave him a deep look and said, "I know."

Du Di'an slowly walked to the desk and said, "It's getting late. You can now write the bail book and send the domestic servant to the court to submit the bail application."

Elder Fulin's face slightly changed, and he stared at the teenager carefully, and finally sighed in his heart, saying: "I probably can believe that Byrin they really died in your hands." said, from the drawer Take out the letterhead, fill the quill with ink, and start writing.

Dudi watched quietly. After a while, the bail was written, and the coat of arms of the Ryan family was stamped on the end.

"Tomorrow, I will find a way to sell the mine and raise money to help you take care of it." Patriarch Fulin closed the letterhead and sighed.

Du Di'an nodded, patted his shoulder, said: "Don't worry too much, I will send you a big gift when your business is done."

Patriarch Fulin smiled bitterly and said nothing.

A moment later, after Du Di'an had gone into hiding, Patriarch Fulin called the housekeeper, handed out the letterhead, and ordered him to be sent to the trial office overnight.

Du Dian hid in the dark and watched carefully, in order to prevent Old Man Fulin from secretly transferring the letterhead. After the housekeeper left, he smelled the letterhead with the smell of Old Man Fulin transferred to another person, who was riding With the horses, he left the castle.

After the door closed, Du Dian came out from behind the door and said to the old patriarch of Fulin: "It's not too early, I will go back to bed first, I wish you a good dream, this is a beautiful start."

Patriarch Fulin laughed bitterly, and he was destined to lose sleep tonight.

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The day after Hollet's body was found.

In the warden's office in the inner castle of the thornbush prison.

A black armor figure hurriedly pushed in the door and swept away, saw Jones behind the desk, and asked, "Warden, I heard that you have a criminal?"

"Not bad." Jones saw him coming and threw a letterhead on the table to him, saying: "This is the news I just got. The trace of the kid is exposed and the location is in the business district."

The young man in black armor quickly opened the letterhead and toured it again, and couldn't help but change his color and said: "Kill Hollet the deacon? Isn't he in the ghetto? How could he go to the business district again?"

Jones said in a deep voice: "He went to the slums earlier, it is likely that he was deliberately exposed in the direction of your search, so that you think he was hiding in the slums and ignored the search in other areas."

Hearing his words, the young man in black armor only slapped his face hard, and his eyes flashed with anger, and said, "You mean, we were fooled by him?"

Jones said indifferently: "The moment he escaped from jail, it was equivalent to teasing us. Now, you immediately dispatch people to the business district to search for his traces. I believe your nose will be able to find him throughout the business district. dig it out!"

The youth in black armor looked somber, looking at the letterhead in his hand, suddenly said: "This only says that there are two steel nails. This steel nail is not exclusive to our prison. It can be forged in some blacksmith shops. Is it just a coincidence? If I were him, when I was wanted, I tried my best to lead the people we hunted to the slums. It was unreasonable to do such a thing in the blink of an eye and expose my whereabouts. Wasn’t this the previous plan in vain? Alright?"

Jones glanced at him and said, "Even if he doesn't do this, you have searched the ghetto for so many days, and you still haven't found his shadow. Sooner or later, you will turn your attention to other areas. There may be exposure, and I know that we will search in the past. The purpose of this is just to know where our search team is and want to hold our nose."

The youth in black armor couldn't help saying: "If you know this, why would you want me to go?"

Jones sighed and said, "This is no way. Even if I know this kid's idea, I still have to jump in. After all, it was a deacon who died, and the biggest suspect is the jailbreaking kid, If we don’t do anything, how can the Tribunal and the nobles trust our prison?"

The youth in black armor was a little silent. After a while, he said: "I will send some people to the past, and then send another part to find the residential area."

Jones nodded and said: "Yes, I also have this intention, but this time the investigation of the business district, you must come forward, otherwise there is no way to give an explanation to the court."

"I know." The young black armor nodded slightly.

"Just jailbroken, I thought I would do something, and found a horned corner to hide, and in the end poke such a big hole in my mouth, it was just about to turn the sky upside down." Jones squeezed his finger slightly, squinting: "Wait to catch this little devil, I had to peel off his skin alive, and then drizzle with chili water to make him feel uncomfortable!"