The Dark King

"Guest?" Kruen said slightly, and promised to leave the hall quickly.

Du Dian said to Cachi and others: "You also have to prepare for each other. In addition, the recruitment of members of the Knights does not necessarily need to be reviewed in terms of quality. It only needs to be strong enough. You can discipline and live."

"Yes." Catch nodded.

Everyone left.

Du Dean turned his head and looked out of the hall. Under Kruen's guidance, a group of people greeted each other one after another. He was sitting still, and in his current identity, not many people needed to meet him personally.

Soon, these people came to the living room, most of them were dressed in luxurious and gorgeous clothes, wearing luxury accessories such as emerald agate on their necks or fingers, which in their eyes is not just showing off, but a symbol of identity and courtesy to others.

All came from the nobility, and there were several figures in the costumes of the gods.

Du Dian glanced at the meaning of the person who came. He beckoned to Kruhn and said: "In the list of previously presented parasitic soul insects, nine people were selected, included in my student list, and handed over to the temple for publication. Let the rest go back. By the way, those who donate rare parasitic soul insects and rare parasitic soul insects must all be on the list."

"I know, young master." Kruen promised, and retreated respectfully when he saw nothing else.

Du Dian rubbed his head, feeling a little tired, he exhaled lightly, rubbed his fingers gently, pondered for a moment, raised a pen and wrote a letter again.

Soon after, Noyce returned with a carriage carrying the flag of the military. There were two medics sitting in the car. Under the leadership of Noyce, he flew to the hall.

"Meet Master Du!"

When the two saw Du Dean, they saluted immediately.

Du Di'an did not feel greeted, so the two men took the time to treat Genius.

"Noyes, you go to the Knight's Palace and give them this letter for me." Du Dean said to the non-stop Noyes.

Noyce nodded immediately, picked up the letter and carried it in his arms and left.

After a while, the two medical doctors treated Gynes' wound, wrapped a layer of gauze, and said goodbye to Du Dean.

"Are you feeling better?" Dudi'an looked at Guinness, who was sitting on the couch, as the medical doctor left.

There was no blood on Genise's face, and he whispered: "Thank you, Master, it's much better."

"When the sky is dark, I will take you and Greeley to the inner wall area. You have a good rest now." Du Dean handed her a small medicine bottle and said, "This is the healing ointment in the temple. The effect is good. You first Put on."

Ginise glanced at her, reached for it, thanked her, and got upstairs.

Looking at the back of Guinness upstairs, Du Dean suddenly thought that if he went to the inner wall area for censorship, eating and drinking was a big problem during this time. Now that the black snow season has not passed, he must maintain high body temperature with high-calorie foods at every meal, etc. In the inner wall area, such treatment may not necessarily be obtained.

Immediately, Du Dean called Kruhn and said: "You immediately hire a chef to come here, remember to choose randomly, don't let people find eyebrows, in addition, the ingredients on my menu for one month will come, Let this chef dry to make dried food bacon, the taste is almost okay, it can be stored for a long time."

Kruen understood this, quickly agreed, and turned away.

"There are still too few people. Joseph and Patton went to the Holy See and the War Department, and it's almost time for the interview..." Du Dean's eyes flickered slightly, his fingers squeezed subconsciously, thinking.

All of a sudden, it was noon.

Neuss hurried back to the castle and said to Du Dean: "Master, the Knight Palace will let me bring you a letter."

Du Di'an, who had just finished lunch, quickly looked around, and the tight heart was slightly relieved. Sure enough, the Knight Palace can still be trusted. According to the letter, they will intervene in the review process. Ensure the fairness of the review to preserve Du Di'an's innocence.

"Looking at this letter, it seems that the monastery in this inner wall area is inextricably related to the light of the Holy See. The saints of the monastery dare to go directly to the temple to catch people, or they are masters. Such behavior is undoubtedly naked. The Vatican’s face, but the Bright Vatican actually did not say anything, and endured it, but the Knight Palace could come forward..." Du Dian's eyes flickered slightly.

There are only two possible reasons for this.

First, the power of the monastery in the inner wall area is far stronger than that of the Bright Holy See.

Second, the monastery and the Guangming Holy See are originally the same family, and they belong to the subordinates.

Otherwise, if you are so offended by other forces with little difference, anyone will turn your face!

Thinking of this, Du Di'an's eyes burst out of anger. From various factors and names, he tended to the second possibility. In the end, he was the first to stand up and engage in himself. It was actually the force he relied on!

"The light church...a good light church!" Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly thought of the dark church. If there is an organization similar to the dark church in the inner wall area, should he use it?

However, he currently does not know the situation of the inner wall area, only knows that there is a dragon organization and this monastery.

He thought of the promise given to him by the dragon girl. If he went to the inner wall area, he would be able to surrender to the dragon. But, when he initially surrendered, the dragon would not necessarily offend the monastery in order to shelter a new person, unless he exposed his magic demon rippers magic mark , Showing enough value, but in this way, who knows if there is any way in the inner wall area that can transplant the magic marks of others?

If there is such a method, he exposes his secret, but instead delivers food to the Dragon tribe.

time flies.

Throughout the afternoon, Du Di'an was thinking hard about the follow-up plan and gradually arranging it. At the same time, the outside forces received news and sent letters of condolences.

The letters said were not painful and itchy, Du Dean had no time to read it, but when he was about to let Kruen throw it into the trash, he suddenly had a plan to make Kruen organize the letters. : "When I go to the inner wall area, if you don't have enough funds, or if you need network connections, you can choose from here and let them help. If you don't agree, tell him that if I have an accident, I will Pull them into the water, this letter of condolence is the best evidence!"

Hearing this, Kruen was stunned and froze for a long time, nana said: "Master, this, in this way, if you come out in the future, who would dare to get closer to us...?"

Du Di'an didn't have a good air: "When I come out, as long as I can make a magical art, they will still come when I ascend. If you don't see the number of these letters of comfort, if today is not the inner wall area, and I was injured myself, or something else, the letter of condolence sent estimated that I could squeeze the mailbox, which is a little bit more, some people have shrunk their hands, these bold people want to send charcoal in the snow to sell them, let me remember them, exactly Good time to use!"

Kruen was dumbfounded, and someone else gave it away in the snow, and did you use it in reverse?

"If you really want to help, if you ask him, he will naturally help. If you don't really help, just send a letter of sympathy to you. You must take this method. You remember it." Du Dean waved: "Go Busy."

Kruhn's mouth slightly touched, with a wry smile, turned back.

It was getting dark.

Du Dean had dinner early, and went upstairs to visit Genius.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Guinness propped up from the bed, trying to get down.

Du Di'an said: "Take another break and we will leave in half an hour."

Genius nodded slightly, and after Du Dean left the room, she lifted the quilt and got up to get out of bed.

In the hall, Du Dean looked at the wall clock, and it was almost eight o'clock. There was a curfew at eight in the area where he lived. There were only some prosperous areas where aristocrats were concentrated. The curfew was at nine o'clock. Highlight.

"We went, and someone came to visit, and you said I had a rest." Du Dean said to Kluhn.

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