Chapter 447: Take Action

"Please?" Du Di'an snorted coldly, and Yu Guang saw that several figures rushing out of the castle had gathered, knowing that it was difficult to do good today, his mind turned, and said: "The way you invite people in the inner wall area is quite special."

Francis smiled slightly, "For special people, using a special invitation method is our way of doing things. We also ask Mr. Du to cooperate."

Du Di'an said: "Are you kidnappings? Don't forget, I'm still a golden knight in the Knights' Hall. If you want me to go back with you, please show me your hand."

"It's windy here. If you want to see the manual, you'd better go back to your castle." Francis chuckled: "Mr. Du better not try to escape, you've already been hit with my 'magic frost snake venom', if it weren't for me The antidote, you will soon be dead."

Du Di'an's eyes narrowed slightly. Although his eyes were still staring at Francis, he had already seen the wound on his left hand. Through perspective, he could see a thin ice crystal bulging under the wound on the shoulder of his left arm, which was the strange snake whip before. The transparent venom that spewed out did not spread in the shoulders, but... was frozen into ice!

At some point, the bad seems to turn into a good.

Du Dian suddenly thanked himself for his 'ice blood', he said calmly, "I'll go with you, but the forcible arrest of me, the temple and the knight's temple must know, otherwise, I am very suspicious of your identities. Is it someone in the inner wall, or is it a villain from the Dark Church pretending to be."

Francis seemed to have expected this long ago, smiled lightly, and made a "please" gesture.

Du Dian immediately followed them back to the castle, and Greilly and Guinness were also surrounded by several other saints and returned to the castle together.

As soon as he entered the hall, Du Dian saw a young saint in the living room standing in a fully armed platinum armor, wearing the same standard armor as Francis, with a black scabbard on his back and a straight posture.

Next to the saint young man, Kaqi, Nicotine, Macon and others sat slumped on the sofa. The moment they saw Du Dian, they were shocked. Macon hurriedly stood up and said: "Dian, run, they are here to catch yours!"

Bang!

The saint youth in the living room slammed his legs and kicked Macon's body. Macon instantly flew out from the sofa, slammed into the wall, coughed up blood, and passed out on the spot.

Du Dian's vision can clearly see that four or five ribs on his chest were broken in an instant. Obviously, this is the result of the saint young man's attention to proportion, otherwise this leg can cut Macon's body in two!

despite this,

He still felt an angry killing intent with blood vessels splattered. He stepped out with the soles of his feet, the blood all over his body was surging like burning, he let out a low roar, and rushed out like a cannonball on the spot, punching the saint young man's chest with a punch. .

The young saint's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Whoosh!

Du Dian's fist slammed on his arm, and he was so angry that he tried his best. This was the first time he made a full shot after he got the splitter's magic mark!

With a bang, his fist hit the arm's sleeve, and the platinum sleeve suddenly dented and deformed. The young saint's face changed greatly. Just as he was about to retreat, there was already severe pain in his arm, and his body suddenly flew out, ruthlessly. He slammed into the stairs behind, banging a few times, smashing the wooden stairs into pieces, and fell into a noisy and dusty, dusty body, extremely embarrassed.

"stop!"

Francis, who came behind, scolded.

Du Dian's eyes were full of killing intent, and the anger in his head made him have the urge to kill, but his reason still restrained his footsteps, because he knew that if he really killed all the saints present, he would definitely kill him. He will face the full blow of the monastery in the inner wall area. This is not what he can bear now, he can only endure it!

Whoosh!

A figure swept out from behind Francis and helped the young saint in the broken wooden plank. The latter had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, his neatly combed blond hair was somewhat scattered, stained with sawdust and dust, and he was quite embarrassed. His face was full of anger, and he held his backhand. Holding the hilt on his back, he wanted to counterattack at Du Di'an.

"Stop!" Francis shouted again.

The young saint glanced at him, gritted his teeth and let go of his hand.

Du Di'an's eyes flashed with cold air, he glanced coldly at the young saint, and said to Greilly behind him, "Go and see Macon."

He couldn't move, and Francis and several other saints around him had already surrounded him, causing him to move his entire body.

"Yes." Greilly flickered, quickly swept to Macon, picked him up, reached out to touch his chest, and said to Du Di'an: "Several broken ribs."

"Stabilize the injury first." Du Dian said.

Greilly nodded and undressed the unconscious Macon.

Du Di'an turned to Francis and said, "This is what your saints did? Injuring innocent civilians at will?"

Francis withdrew his gaze from the saint youth, saw Du Dian's angry questioning, frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "We are just being cautious, not to mention that he is active and troublesome, you are now a suspect of collusion with the Dark Holy See, he returned it to him. If you report the letter, you are covering up the crime, and it would be good if you didn't kill him on the spot!"

Du Di'an said angrily: "Even if I am a suspect, even if he is covering me up, according to the law, he will not be treated like this!"

"Generally not." Francis smiled indifferently and said, "But as you said, he is just a commoner, not a so-called nobleman here. Even a small commoner dared to cover up a criminal suspect and did not kill him on the spot. , it has been considered to give you face."

Du Di'an heard what he meant. The strictness of the law depends on the identity of the object, which made him feel resentment in his heart. It kind of went back to when he was ignorant and was taken to the castle by the two hunters to check his physique. At that time, I hated this damn feeling so much.

"What's the manual you said!" Du Dian suppressed his anger and did not continue the topic.

"This is our identity medal." Francis smiled slightly, took out a medal and handed it to Du Dian, saying: "This medal can prove our identity, as for the hand letter? Sorry, we come to the outer wall to get people, we only use oral orders, no Manual."

Du Dian's face sank, and his eyes flashed suddenly. He took the medal that Francis was about to take back and looked at it carefully.

Francis and others saw Du Dian's actions, and they were stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing. Francis said with a smile: "Don't look at it, it's absolutely true, more true than gold!"

Du Dian looked at it for a moment and handed it back to him, but he already remembered all the details of the medal in his mind.