"Please" Dudian snorted coldly, and from the corner of his eye he saw several figures rushing out of the castle gathering.
Knowing that it would be hard to let go today, he thought about it and said: "The way you invite people to the inner wall area is quite special.
Francis smiled slightly, "Using special invitation methods for special people is our way of doing things.
Please cooperate with Mr.
Du."
Dudian said: "Is this considered abduction?
Don't forget, I am still a golden knight in the Knights Hall.
If you want me to go back with you, please show me your handwriting."
"It's windy here.
If you want to read the oracle, you'd better go back to your castle to read it."
Francis chuckled and said: "Mr.
Du, it's best not to try to escape.
You have been poisoned by my magic frost snake venom.
Without my solution, Medicine, you will die soon."
Dudian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although his eyes were still staring at Francis, his peripheral vision had already glanced at the wound on his left hand.
Through perspective, he could see a thin piece of ice crystal protruding under the wound on his left arm and shoulder, which was the strange snake whip from before.
The transparent venom spit out did not spread in the shoulder, but was frozen into ice.
At some point, it seems, the bad can turn into a good.
Dudian suddenly felt grateful for his ice blood.
He said calmly: "I will go with you, but the temple and the knight hall must know about my forced arrest.
Otherwise, I will doubt your identity.
The person in the inner wall is still a villain from the Dark Church."
Francis seemed to have expected this.
He smiled lightly and made a "please" gesture.
Dudian immediately followed them back to the castle.
Glalie and Guinness were also surrounded by several other saints and returned to the castle together.
As soon as he entered the hall, Dudian saw a young saint in full platinum armor standing in the living room.
He was 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 were sitting slumped on the sofa.
The moment they saw Dudian, several people were shocked.
Macon stood up hurriedly and said: "Dean, run quickly, they are here to arrest your" bang The Saint young man in the living room swung his leg and kicked Macon.
Macon immediately flew backwards from the sofa, hit the wall hard, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot.
Dudian's vision could clearly see that four or five ribs on his chest were broken in an instant.
Obviously, this was the result of the saint's young man paying attention to his propriety, otherwise this leg could cut Macon's body into two pieces.
Despite this, he still felt an angry murderous intent in his blood vessels.
He stepped out with the sole of his foot, and the blood all over his body surged like burning.
With a low roar, he rushed out like a cannonball and punched the saint.
The young man's chest.
The saint's young man's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hands to block.
Whoosh Dudian's fist hit his arm, and the intense anger made him use all his strength.
This was also the first time he used all his strength after getting the magic mark of the Ripper.
With a bang, his fist hit the sleeve of his arm, and the platinum sleeve suddenly dented and deformed.
The saint's young man's face changed drastically in an instant.
Just as he was about to step back and release his strength, severe pain was already felt in his arm, and his body suddenly flew backwards, violently.
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He hit the stairs at the back hard, making several clanging sounds, and smashed the wooden stairs into pieces.
He fell into a noisy dust, covered in dust, and was extremely embarrassed.
"stop" Francis, who came from behind, yelled.
Dudian's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the anger in his mind made him have the urge to kill.
However, his reason restrained him because he knew that if he really killed all the saints present, he would definitely be killed.
He will face the full blow of the monastery in the inner wall area.
This is not what he can bear now and he can only endure it.
Whoosh A figure swept out from behind Francis and helped the saint young man up among the broken boards.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of the latter's mouth.
His neatly combed golden hair was a little messy and stained with sawdust.
He was quite embarrassed.
His face was full of anger and he held his hands behind his back.
Holding the hilt of the sword on his back, he wanted to counterattack Dudian.
"Stop" Francis shouted again.
The young saint glanced at him, gritted his teeth and let go of his hand.
Dudian's eyes were filled with coldness.
He glanced at the saint young man coldly and said to Glalie behind him: "Go and see Macon."
He couldn't move.
Francis and several other saints around him had surrounded him, and his whole body was moved with every move.
"Yes."
Glalie's figure flashed, and she quickly rushed to Macon, picked him up, stretched out her hand to touch his chest, and said to Dudian: "Several ribs are broken."
"Stabilize the injury first," Dudian said.
Glalie nodded and undressed and bandaged the unconscious Macon.
Dudian turned to Francis and said, "This is the behavior of your saints who randomly injure innocent civilians."
Francis withdrew his gaze from the young saint, saw Dudian's angry question, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "We are just being cautious, not to mention that he is proactive and troublesome.
You are now a suspect of colluding with the Dark Holy See.
He still gives you If you reported the news, you were covering up the crime.
If you didn't kill him on the spot, it would be a good thing."
Dudian said angrily: "Even if I am a suspect, even if he is protecting me, according to the law, I will not be treated like this."
"Generally speaking, no."
Francis smiled calmly and said, "But as you said, he is just a commoner, not your so-called nobleman here.
A small commoner dared to cover up a suspected criminal without killing him on the spot. , I’ve already given you face.”
Dudian heard what he meant.
The strictness of the law depended on the identity of the target, which made him feel resentful in his heart.
He felt like he was back to the time when he was ignorant and was taken to the castle by the two hunters to test his physique.
At that time, I also hated this damn feeling so much.
"Where's the handwriting you mentioned?"
Dudian 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 Dudian, saying: "This medal can prove our identity.
As for the hand letter, I'm sorry.
When we come to the outer wall to pick up people, we always only use oral orders, not hand orders." ” Dudian's face sank, and his eyes suddenly flashed.
He took the medal that Francis was about to take back and looked at it carefully, looking at everything before and after.
When Francis and others saw Dudian's actions, they were stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.
Francis smiled and said: "No need to read it, it is absolutely real, more real than gold."
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Dudian looked at it for a moment and handed it back to him, but he had already memorized all the details of the medal in his mind
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