The Dark King

"This is a gift for you, and you will fight for it in the future." Du Dean waved his hand, and the nicotine next to him met him, handing him the three small porcelain bottles he had prepared. He pushed it from the table to the three Pattons. Slowly: "This is a chance, for you."

The three of Barton looked at each other. Although they didn't know what was in the bottle, they stood up and thanked them seriously.

Du Di'an nodded slightly, and after being taught by the old Fulin, the three of them were much more mature and said, "Go ahead and prepare, and use this to improve your health, butler, and take them to rest."

"Yes." Nicotine promised.

The three Barton took their vials and followed Nicotine to leave.

Coming to the guest room on the second floor, the door was closed. The three of them couldn't help but look at the small porcelain bottle in their hands. Barton twisted the stopper and looked sideways into the light. When he saw a light green liquid, he was startled, in vain. His eyelids jumped and said, "This is "bright spring water"?"

Joseph stunned, recalling Du Dean's previous words, he couldn't help but feel warm, his eyes were slightly wet, and he squeezed the small porcelain bottle tightly.

Kruen bit the cork, sniffed deeply, opened his eyes, and said in surprise: "It should be that I have inquired "light spring" before. It is said that this is the holy water in the light holy spring bathed by the god of light. Washing all the dirt in the world, including disease and plague, can be cured, and it can also purify the radiation value in the body. Previously, the master let us improve our body. This thing must be "bright spring water", and he wants you two to join the bright church and the army. If the Ministry of Health is to join with the current body, the physical examination will not pass, so it will definitely improve our physical fitness."

Patton was stunned and clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

The color of surprise on Joseph's face gradually turned to silence, and slowly said: "No matter what happens to Dean in the future, I will do my best to help!"

Kruhn smiled and said, "Why do you need to talk about it, try this first, then I heard that once a day, one drop at a time, lasting about a month, can greatly eliminate the radiation value, if two drops at a time, the effect It is more obvious, but this thing must not be greedy. If it is a small mouthful or seven or eight drops at a time, not only will the effect not be improved, but it will cause harm to the body and even death."

Joseph shook the vial in his hand and said, "There should be hundreds of drops in it, enough for us to improve our physique."

Patton nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and said: "From now on, the three of us will have to run apart, but no matter where, I hope our hearts will always be together!"

"Well!" Joseph focused on his head.

"That's right!" Kruhn said proudly.

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The next day.

Du Dean called on Barton and asked him to get in the car with himself.

"Take you to a place today." In the compartment, Du Dean sat steadily in his chair and looked at Barton Road sideways.

Barton had taken "Bright Spring Water" yesterday, and felt that the color of the dark brown patches caused by the accumulation of some radiation values ​​on his chest skin color appeared to be a little lighter. He changed his formal dress today, his hair was neatly combed, and the brown hair was broken. The eyes are black and bright, full of spirit, although the appearance is not handsome, but it has different characteristics, which is unforgettable.

"Where to go?" Barton asked curiously.

Du Dian smiled slightly and said, "At first I adopted you, but what I can give you is just friendship. Now, I hope you can get your own family!"

Patton was stunned. He was not the stupid Patton anymore. He immediately responded and said, "Do you want to send me to other people?"

"Yes." Du Dean nodded.

Patton smiled bitterly, "My family is long gone when I was conscious. There is only one biological parent, but I will never feel it from my biological parents, only hatred!"

Du Dian's eyes flashed and patted his shoulder gently, said softly: "Nothing in this world is destined to belong to you, but what you fight for belongs to you, including family."

Patton was stunned and silent for a moment.

After a while, the carriage drove to the suburbs and stopped in a small town.

"Master, here." The driver called out.

Du Di'an got out of the carriage and looked up. This is a small and medium-sized manor, which is relatively dilapidated, but in terms of the architecture of this small town, it is considered a big family. The lawn in the manor has long been sparse, showing sand, or yellow and old. At first glance there is no gardener to take good care of.

Du Dean came to the manor and waved his finger to the driver.

The driver noticed, and stepped forward, shouting, "Is there anyone?" The manor's door opened, and a gray-haired old woman came out, wearing a cane, wearing reading glasses, and looked at Du Dean at the door. People, when they saw the special gold pattern of the nobles outlined on the carriage behind Du Dean, the dizzy eyes suddenly brightened, and they stepped forward enthusiastically and said: "Hello, hello."

Du Dean pushed away the fence of the manor and greeted the old woman, saying, "Old lady, how about your child?"

The old woman even said: "It's inside the house, it's cold outside, they are all burning inside."

"I'm here to visit them." Du Dean said.

"Come, please come in, please," the old woman continued.

Du Di'an followed her into the house, the driver stopped outside the manor, Barton consciously followed behind Du Di'an, looked up and realized that this would be his new home in the future.

The room is spacious. Although it is old, it is large enough. A huge portrait hung on the furnace wall in the center of the hall is a brave young man in knight armor.

"This is my grandfather." The old woman turned back and introduced Du Dean with pride.

Du Dian smiled slightly and said to him, "Love, don't he come out to pick up guests yet?" He had a quiet voice but strong penetrating power. After a while, a short, middle-aged man ran out of the small hall behind the furnace wall, his face full. Beard, dressed in sloppy, dressed in dusty sweaters, and traces of stitches on the corners, he saw Du Dean, his eyes suddenly lighted up, even respectfully said: "Master Du, how come you come, there is a loss Welcome, please sit down please."

Du Di'an didn't have a good face for him, and said coldly: "Is it cold today, do you still need to let your mother come out to pick up the door?"

The chunky middle-aged man hurriedly turned his head and shoved to the old lady next to him: "Mother, please go back to your room, there is nothing to do with you here, go, go!"

The old woman even said: "Good, you talk, son, talk carefully, be polite." Then, she was pushed away from the hall.

Du Dian glanced around, it could be described as the wall of the house, and it was clinking so poorly that the paint on the wall had fallen off a layer. The hanging old clock had stopped swinging, but it had not been repaired, and it was covered with dust.

The chunky middle-aged man looked at Du Dean and looked around. He even moved out a chair and wiped it with his sleeves. He said enthusiastically: "Master Du, please sit down."

Du Dian did not politely take him, took a chair and sat down, said: "Why was your great-grandfather used to be a knight on the battlefield, leaving this inheritance to pass to your generation, and there are only bricks left, the spirit of the knight It was also dusty and unsightly!"

The chunky middle-aged man looked embarrassed, smiled, and dared not to reply.

When Du Di'an saw him, he knew that his self-esteem had already been humbled, and he also lost the interest to talk more. He pointed to Barton behind him and said, "This is the person I am talking about. Son, inherit your last name."

The chunky middle-aged man looked at Barton, and suddenly saw something wrong, embarrassedly said: "Master Du, look, although I promised to be accepted as my son, after all, I have to pay legal responsibility, and this should be a poor man. District boy, this, this..."

Du Dian glanced at him and drew a stack of gold tickets from his pocket. Ten of them were drawn out, each of which was a denomination of one hundred, and ten of them were a thousand gold coins. He said: "This is for your money, not One-off, just one year, get it?"

The chunky middle-aged man had his eyes gleamed when he saw the gold ticket. When Du Dean said that these were only one year old, he suddenly widened his eyes and said in a hurry: "I understand, I understand, I understand everything you say." Don’t even mention that he’s one, even one hundred, I’m willing, haha, Master Du is really generous...”

Du Di'an raised his hand to stop his words and said: "But remember to me, if you shine too much and reveal the wind, there is no good fruit for me to eat here."

The chunky middle-aged man repeatedly said: "I can absolutely guarantee this, I always keep my mouth shut, and I will never leak a word!"

Du Dian snorted and ignored him and turned to Patton: "From today on, you will follow his surname, Hir Patton. I will come to see you again in a month, I hope you will be integrated by then. Inside, I will take you to the Cavaliers assessment."

Barton looked at the ugly and chubby middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't expect that this would be his nominal father. He was a little touched in his heart and said to Du Dean: "I will do it."

Du Di'an nodded, got up and tightened his tight sweater, and left the hall.

"Master Du, please sit back a little longer..." the chunky middle-aged man shouted from behind.

Without looking back, Du Dian waved his hand, walked out of the manor, got into the carriage, and left straight.

After returning to the castle, Du Dean called Joseph alone into the carriage and took him to another family. This was also a poor family. The ancestor was a war hero. Although he was not a particularly well-known hero, he was also The little hero who had won the banner of "Heroic Enemies" was killed on the battlefield. He belonged to an excellent soldier. He used to be a lieutenant, and his foundation was not thick. Perhaps his relationship was also poorly handled. It also weakened from the apex and plummeted. Today, there is only one set of ancestral property and the banner hanging in the center of the hall. Every day, there will be servants to clean up the dust. Although it has faded and is broken, it still looks clean.

Like the previous Hull family, this family's decline is in addition to wealth and style.

The family that Du Dian personally selected was naturally psychologically prepared. This was one of the reasons he chose. After placing Joseph in this family, he turned around and left, leaving all the rest to himself. Too.

Back in the castle, Du Dean called Kruen, and one of the reasons why Kruen was left beside him was that his arm was deformed and it was difficult to do things with one arm outside, and he was just short of people around him. Get off him.

"This is for you." Du Dean took out a stack of gold tickets to Kruhn, worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and said: "Go to pick a group of excellent and capable people and build our own intelligence network. , Come and ask me anytime."

Kruin saw the golden tickets, his eyes widened, and he swallowed: "Master, I don't want so much."

"The purpose of more money is to buy good people," Du Dian said.

Kruhn understood that and immediately took away the gold ticket, saying: "I will choose strictly."

Du Dean waved him back.

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Two days later.

In the Elemental Shrine, Du Di'an visited the Divine Fortress daily as usual. He selected one hundred kilograms of each of the previously selected materials. When preparing to return to the ancient castle, he suddenly remembered the invitation letter he had received last time and immediately returned to the Shenbao by car. .

After getting out of the carriage, Du Dean found the main castle in the middle and asked, "Are everyone here?"

The shrine staff in front of the Shenlou recognized Du Di'an, and even respectfully said: "Every god ambassador has come long ago, please ask him."

Du Dean nodded and followed him.

The two came all the way to the top floor of the Shenlou. Du Dean could already hear the laughter from the meeting room, walked over and knocked on the door.

The door opened, a strange middle-aged man's face. The latter looked at Du Dean suspiciously. What he thought in vain, glared, said, "Is it the Du Shen Envoy who won the'Time' Medal?"

Du Di'an nodded with a smile.

"Please come in, please come in." The middle-aged man confessed when he saw him, even enthusiastic.

The people in the meeting room heard his words, and the argument stopped suddenly.When Du Di'an entered the meeting room, he saw seven or eight people sitting inside, among them Tiffany. He was sitting in the first row of seats, looking at Du Di An with a head on his face, smiling.

Du Dian glanced at the crowd and nodded: "Du Di'an has seen all the seniors."

"You're welcome, what seniors aren't seniors, only to discuss heroes by talents, who judges before and after by age?" A black-haired old man smiled.

Du Di'an listened to the feeling of Chinese style in the following two sentences, and looked at him more, and found that his face was Asian, and he felt a little intimate in his heart. There are very few Asian faces in the giant wall of Sylvia , Most are Western European faces.

"Haha, what Lin said is." Another middle-aged middle-aged man smiled with laughter.

Tiffany beckoned to Du Dean: "Come, sit on my side."

"Come here, sit here with me."

"Don't, I have a free place."

The others immediately said enthusiastically.

Du Dian smiled and declined everyone. He sat down next to Tiffany and said, "I heard that today is a seminar on magic. I attended the first time. I have no rules. I hope you all forgive me."

"Don't be nervous, just get used to it a few times." A middle-aged man sitting in Dudian's left smiled.

"Hum!" A middle-aged man with a hook nose opposite the long table snorted coldly, and said, "Is this a flattering convention or a seminar on magic? If I don't talk about magic, I'll go back first!"

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