The Dark King

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Cage and Guinness overturned from the barrier and came to Dudean. They were shocked when they saw the words written in the sand on the ground.Cage quickly stepped forward, lifting his feet to wipe it off.

Du Di'an stretched out his hand and stopped.

"Huh?" Catch looked at him in amazement.

"I wrote it." Du Dean said, glancing at the two of them, "Is it all done? Let's go."

Catch hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Are you crazy? This is the bright Holy See. Let's kill so many people, kill them and live. If the news leaks out, let people know that you did it, whether you are What kind of messenger must be dead? Understand?"

"Who said I did it?" Du Dean asked back.

Caki suffocated and pointed to the words on the ground, "Isn't this written by yourself, even if you want to elute your suspicion, deliberately put yourself in the most dangerous position, but the Holy See may not believe it! They saw your name when they were clueless. What do you think they think?"

"Someone will prove it for us." Du Dean said, turning and leaving.

Cage was stunned, and looked at Guinness.

Guinness blinked, shook her head slightly, and followed Du Dean.

Cage touched the back of his head, somewhat dazed.

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At the Dudian Castle.

Many reporters and interviewers from various news agencies lined up the spacious and clear river. They followed the path along the river straight to the gate of the ancient castle, whispering and whispering one after another.

"Can't enter!"

"I said I can't enter! Our young master is studying magic arts. Do any of you dare to break into a private mansion and want to enter the court?"

In front of the entrance of the castle, Neuss and Sandrew, as well as the four knights brought from Lane Castle, stopped at the entrance, blocking the reporters of various news agencies that wanted to break in. The scene was very noisy Noisy.

In the castle hall, Flynn was sitting on a chair, looking at the distance outside the gate through the window from time to time, and there was a little anxiety in his eyes. Such a movement, he has continued for two or three days, every day and every moment. I was expecting to send someone to send back the news at the Great Wall Passage, but I waited again and again, and the expectations were always lost. There was only the noise that made him upset and angry.

"Patriarch, don't you go upstairs to rest." Kruen came to Fulin and bowed his head: "When the master returns, I will notify you."

Fulin retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and sighed, "I'm waiting for him here. You can help deal with the flies outside."

Kluan glanced at him and sighed and turned away.

After a while, Sandro, who was tired at the door, wiped his sweat and returned to the hall, sitting on a chair in the buttocks, kneading his sore arm.Jick, who was sitting in the side hall, gave him a careful look and muttered: "When will this young master come back? Should he really be like what the newspaper said, if that's the case, wouldn't we give him back? Alright?"

Hearing this, Sandro turned his head and glared at him, shouting: "Shut up, shit!"

Jick shuddered and hurriedly shut his mouth. If he hadn't been afraid of the older brother before, but now his mistakes have caused the Ryan family to fail, so he hasn't looked up.

Sandro glanced at Gick in disgust, and suddenly felt that he had the same father as this person. It was a shame. He stood up, walked in front of Fulin, and stooped: "Father, we have never been able to contact us like this. If he continues to sit still, he will only let the Mellon consortium attack at will, and even if he comes back, he will be helpless."

Folin glanced at the son, but he saw that there were white threads on his temples for a few days. His heart hurt, and he sighed: "Now the greatest contribution we can make for him is to do nothing. Once When we step out of this castle, we will once again become the handle held by the Mellon Consortium, and they will be twisted into swords and attacked on him, so we can only wait, as long as the savages do not attack one day, we still have hope!"

Somewhat sad in Sandro's eyes, he said: "Fearing that we may not be able to sustain the savages' offense, now that the savages have not attacked, they have already created public opinion in the newspaper, saying that Mr. Du secretly betrayed information to the savages and used his gods The right to sell magic to the savages, so that the savages have broken through the fortress that has been stuck for many years. The story compiled is the same as the real one. Many of these civilians have already believed it, and today the military newspaper also reported that, The savages they arrested confessed a lot of secrets, and the savages also confessed to Mr. Du, acknowledging their cooperation with Mr. Du. I believe that Mr. Du will never do such a thing. Framed by the military!"

Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "Who doesn't know such a trick, probably only these kind-hearted civilians don't know."

Sandro said in a low voice: "Fortunately, the Scott consortium and the Bright Holy See shot, and then stopped the army's capture, otherwise they would not be able to find Mr. Du. It is estimated that the crimes are really going to be fulfilled. But now the Bright Holy See and The energy of Scott's consortium can't resist this rumor that has been blown away, and I don't know when the military department will send people over again."

"Pray..." Fulin closed her eyes.

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The Mellon Consortium, in the Parliament Hall.

The contemporary patriarch of the Mel family, Melkenson, sat on the chief of the conference table, and on his right hand was the Srudi patriarch of the Bron family. This change was changed from more than a month ago. Today, the Mel family has a veto in the consortium, that is, it occupies 51% of the shares, instead of the three-legged family with the Bron family and many other families as in the past. Situation.

This was extremely heavy to the loss and blow to the Bron family, that is to say, they now unite with all the remaining families, and it is difficult to come up with a plan that can be passed. The entire Mellon consortium has completely become the only situation in the Mel family. , Holding the absolute executive power.

"Patriarch Kensen, you have just turned sixteen this year. At this age, I don’t think I can participate in such a parliament. Don’t get me wrong. I am also for Miss Shaya. She is so beautiful and intelligent. A girl of this age should stay in the piano room or listen to the music of the white swan." A middle-aged man with a big belly in the council said with a smile.

Melkenson looked at him with a smile, not yet speaking, sitting on his left side, and Melshaya, who was face to face with Srudi on the right side, smiled slightly and said, "If I judge a person's talent by age, I I think it is extremely failed, not to mention that I am not small anymore. By the way, my piano has passed the sixth level, and I learned it with Jack from the White Swan. I wonder how your daughter practiced?"

The middle-aged man was not angry, and he smiled and said, "How can the little girl compare with you, I just love your little age, and was brought into such an environment by your father. This will break a beautiful childhood. You must be careful.

"If the broken thing is false, don't worry about it." Melshaya smiled lightly, but his tone was calm and unpretentious.

Everyone's eyes flickered and they watched the girl who rarely came into sight.

"Okay, let's talk about business," Melkenson clapped his palms. "According to the information we found, the savages will attack in these two days, and it will be time for us to act."

One person sitting next to Srudi said: "Can our consortium actually hear about the savage's military decision?"

Melkenson said with a smile: "As long as you give up the money, there is nothing to inquire. In order to get the news, the people and money lost by our consortium are not a small amount, but everything is worth it."

The man continued: "Since that's the case, I have a question, and I also ask Patriarch Kenson to answer."