Chapter 163: Application for Bail

"You killed it?" Old Patriarch Fulin was a little surprised.

"You should know that I have a holiday with Bailin." Du Di'an chuckled: "When the consortium was investigating, it should not have noticed me as a small junior hunter. If you investigate, you should be able to find out. , when they were on the mission, I happened to be temporarily dispatched to the outside of the wall to cooperate with Gloria to hunt the Black Weaver."

The old patriarch Fulin was stunned. When Du Dian mentioned Glory and the Black Weaver, he immediately recalled several major events that happened that year, and the two events happened to overlap.

"You, you were not a junior hunter at the time, you could only be considered a new apprentice hunter at most. How could you kill Bailin, she is an intermediate hunter!" Old Patriarch Fulin said in disbelief.

Du Dian glanced at his desk and smiled: "If you have read the recent newspapers, you should know the news of the death of Deacon Hollet of the Tribunal."

The old patriarch Fulin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him in astonishment.

"Yes, I killed it too." Du Dian said with a smile.

The old patriarch Fulin couldn't help but said: "He is the deacon of the trial, you, why did you kill him?"

"The main thrust of my imprisonment at the time was his trial book." Du Dian smiled slightly and said, "I told you these two things, just to tell you that if I want, your Ryan family will meet tonight. Complete destruction, please believe this!"

The pupils of the old patriarch Fulin shrank slightly, and looked at Du Di'an in a daze. After a long silence, he suddenly felt a little tired, and there were a lot of sweat on the old face, and he could no longer hide the trembling of his body, and slowly sat back on the chair. , said: "So, I have no choice?"

Du Dian touched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Well, it seems that there is really no more, unless... you choose to maintain the noble style of the nobles, insist on fighting criminals, and then gloriously be exterminated. In this case, it may be in the annals of future generations. It is not worthy of the ancestors of the Lane family to be able to leave a line of glorious records."

The old patriarch Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to mock me, you can escape from the Thorn Flower Prison, I know that you are not a simple character, maybe Bailin's team was really killed by you, anyway, you I still have the strength to kill this old man. Even in order to save my own life, I will promise you. However, if Deacon Hollet is really killed by you, the Tribunal will definitely find out, even if I kill you Released on bail, you too will be jailed again, and will be summarily executed!"

Du Dian smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about this matter, I have my own way to deal with it."

Old Patriarch Fulin couldn't help but glance at him,

After hesitating to speak, he finally resisted the question and said, "Since you have your own plan, I won't say much, but the Hongyeshan mine has been difficult to mine ore, and it is almost a waste mine. It’s hard to sell for a high price.”

Du Di'an smiled and said: "The mine is like a person, as long as you dress up a little, even if it is ugly, you can see it after dressing up. I believe I don't need to elaborate on how to do it."

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

Du Dian walked slowly to the desk and said, "It's getting late, you can write a bail letter now and have the servant send it to the court to submit a bail application."

Old Patriarch Fulin's expression changed slightly, he stared at the young man carefully, and finally sighed in his heart, saying, "I can probably believe that Bailin and the others really died in your hands." He took out the letterhead, filled the quill with ink, and started writing.

Du Di watched quietly, and after a while, the bail was written, and the emblem of the Lane family was stamped at the end.

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

Du Di'an nodded, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry too much, I will give you a big gift when you get things done."

Old Patriarch Fulin smiled bitterly and said nothing.

After a while, after Du Di'an hid, the old patriarch Fulin called the housekeeper, handed out the letter, and ordered to send it to the trial overnight.

Du Dian hid in the dark to observe carefully, to prevent old man Fulin from secretly transferring the letter. Leaving the castle with horses.

When the door was closed, Du Di'an came out from behind the door and said to the old patriarch Fulin: "It's not early, I'll go back to sleep first, I wish you a good dream, this is a good start."

Old Patriarch Fulin gave a wry smile, 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 fort of Thornsblossom Prison.

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

"That's right." Jones saw him coming, and threw a piece of letterhead on the table to him, and said, "This is the news I just got. The trace of that kid has been exposed, and the location is in the business district."

The black-armored youth quickly opened the letterhead and looked around. He couldn't help but change his color and said, "Killed Deacon Hollet? Isn't he in the slum, how could he go to the business district again?"

Jones said solemnly: "He went to the slum before, and it is likely that he deliberately exposed it through the direction of your search, so that you believe that he is hiding in the slum and ignore the search in other areas."

Hearing his words, the black-armored youth only felt a slap in the face, and anger appeared in his eyes, and said, "You mean, we were tricked by him?"

Jones said indifferently: "From the moment he escaped from prison, it was like playing a trick on us. Now, you immediately dispatch people to the commercial area to search for his traces. I believe that your nose will search the entire commercial area and you will definitely be able to find him. dig it out!"

The young man in black armor looked gloomy, looked at the letter in his hand, and suddenly said: "There are only two steel nails on it. These steel nails are not exclusive to our prison. They 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 makes no sense to do such a thing in a blink of an eye and expose my whereabouts. Wouldn't this make the previous plan in vain already?"

Jones glanced at him and said, "Even if he doesn't do it, you have been searching the slums for so many days, but you still can't find his shadow. Sooner or later, you will turn your attention to other areas. He should know that when he does this. There is a possibility of exposure, and knowing that we will go to search, the purpose of this is just to know where our search team is and to hold us by the nose."

The young man in black armor couldn't help but said: "Since you know this, why do you want me to go?"

Jones sighed and said: "This is impossible, even if I know what this kid thinks, I still have to jump in. After all, it is a deacon of the trial who died, and the most suspect at present is this kid who escaped from prison. If we don't do something, how can the court and the nobles trust our prison?"

The young man in black armor was a little silent, and after a while, he said, "I will send some of my staff to go there, and then send another part of my staff to look for it in the residential area."

Jones nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I mean, but this investigation in the business district requires you to come forward, otherwise there's no way to give an account to the court."

"I know." The black-armored youth nodded slightly.

"I just escaped from prison, I thought I would do my part, find a corner to hide in, but it turned out to be such a big hole for me." Jones squeezed his fingers slightly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Wait to catch this brat, I had to peel off a layer of his skin alive, and then drizzle it with chili water to make him suffer!" (To be continued.) Open a new website