"Please?" Du Dian snorted coldly. From the corner of his eye, he saw that several figures rushing out of the castle had gathered. Knowing that today would be difficult, he turned his mind and said, "The way you invite people in the inner wall area is very special."
Francis smiled slightly, "It's our style to invite special people in a special way. We also ask Mr. Du to cooperate."
Du Dian said: "Are you taking this as captivity? Don't forget, I'm still the Golden Knight of the Knights Hall. If you want me to go back with you, please show me the handbook."
"It's very windy here. If you want to read the handbook, you'd better go back to your castle and read it." Francis chuckled and said, "Mr. Du had better not try to escape, you have already been poisoned by my 'Magic Frost Snake Venom', if you don't have me antidote, and you'll be dead in no time."
Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although his eyes were still staring at Francis, he had already seen the wound on his left hand from the corner of his eye. Through perspective, he could see a thin piece of ice crystal protruding from the wound on his left arm and shoulder. It was the strange snake whip from before. The transparent venom spit out did not spread in the shoulders, but... was frozen into ice!
At some point, it seems that the bad can turn into a good.
Du Dian suddenly thanked himself for his "ice blood disease". He said calmly, "I will go with you, but the Temple and the Knights Hall must know about the forcible arrest of me, otherwise, I doubt your identity. Is it someone from the inner wall, or a villain from the dark church pretending to be."
Francis seemed to have expected this a long time ago, smiled lightly, and made a "please" gesture.
Du Dian immediately followed them back to the castle, and Greyley 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 saint young man fully armed with platinum armor standing in the living room, wearing the same standard armor as Francis, with a black scabbard on his back, and a straight figure.
Beside the young saint, Kaqi, Nicotine, Macon and others were sitting on the sofa slumped. The moment they saw Du Dian, several people were taken aback, and Macon hurriedly stood up and said, "Dean, run, they are here to arrest your!"
Boom!
The young saint in the living room slammed his leg and kicked Macon's body. Macon flew upside down from the sofa, hit the wall fiercely, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot.
Du Dian'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 young saint's attention to measure, otherwise this leg could cut Macon's body in two!
Even so, he still felt an angry killing intent with dilated blood vessels. He stepped out with a single step, and the blood all over his body surged like burning. Youth's chest.
The young saint's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.
Whoosh!
Du Dian's fist slammed on his arm, and his strong anger made him try his best. This was also the first time he shot with all his strength after getting the scar of the Ripper!
With a bang, the fist hit the sleeve of the arm, and the platinum sleeve was suddenly dented and deformed. The face of the young saint changed drastically in an instant. Just as he was about to back off, his arm felt severe pain, and his body suddenly flew backwards. He slammed into the stairs at the back, with several bangs, smashed the wooden stairs to pieces, and fell into the noise and dust, his whole body was dusty, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"stop!"
Francis who came from behind scolded.
Du Dian's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the anger in his head gave him 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 die. He will face the full blow of the monastery in the inner wall area. This is not something he can bear now, he can only bear it!
Whoosh!
A figure flashed from behind Francis, and helped the saint young man in the broken wooden boards up. There was a trace of blood at the corner of the latter's mouth, and his neatly combed blond hair was a little messy, stained with sawdust. Holding the hilt on his back, he wanted to counterattack Du Dian.
"Stop!" Francis shouted again.
The young saint glanced at him, gritted his teeth and let go.
Du Dian's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the young saint coldly, and said to Graili behind him: "Go and see Macon."
He couldn't move, and Francis and several other saints around him had already surrounded him, and his whole body could be moved by a hair.
"Yes." Graily's figure flickered, and she quickly rushed to Macon, picked him up, reached out and touched his chest, and said to Du Dian: "Several ribs are broken."
"Stabilize the injury first." Du Dian said.
Graley nodded and undressed Macon who was in a coma.
Du Dian turned to Francis and said: "This is the behavior of your saints? Injure 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, let alone he is active and troublesome. You are now a suspect in collusion with the dark Holy See. He returned If you report the letter, it is a crime of covering up, and it is not bad if you didn't kill him on the spot!"
Du Dian said angrily: "Even if I am a suspect, even if he is covering me, according to the law, he will not be treated like this!"
"Normally not." Francis smiled lightly and said, "But as you said, he is just a commoner, not the so-called nobleman here. Even a small commoner dared to cover up the suspicion of a criminal and did not kill him on the spot. , it's already giving you face."
Du Dian heard what he meant. The strictness of the law depends on the identity of the object, which made him feel resentful. He kind of went back to the time when he was ignorant and ignorant, and was taken to the castle by the two hunters to test his physique. Back then, I hated this damn feeling so much.
"Where are you talking about the handbook!" Du Dian suppressed his anger and did not continue this topic.
"This is our badge of identity." Francis smiled slightly, took out a medal and handed it to Du Dian, saying: "This medal can prove our identity, as for the handwritten letter? Sorry, we come to the outer wall to get people. We have always used oral orders, no Manuscript."
Du Dian's face sank, and his eyes suddenly flickered. He took the medal that Francis was going to take back, looked at it carefully, and looked at everything before and after.
When Francis and the others saw Du Dian's movements, they froze for a moment and couldn't help laughing. Francis smiled and said, "Don't read it, it's absolutely true, it's truer than gold!"
Du Dian looked at it for a moment and handed it back to him, but he had already remembered all the details of the medal in his mind.