Back at the inn in the town.
When Barton and the other two saw Dudian return, they all looked as if they had heaved a sigh of relief.
Kroen gently closed the door, pulled Dudian into the room, and said in a low voice, "Dian, I accidentally read the newspaper today. There's a deacon of the Tribunal named Hollett who was killed. It's said that he was pierced through the chest by two steel nails. Could it be that you did it?"
Dudian nodded and said, "That's right."
The expressions of the three of them changed. Barton couldn't help asking, "Was this the person who got you imprisoned?"
Dudian nodded slightly and added, "One of them."
The three of them exchanged a look. Joseph said nervously, "Dian, now they're searching for the murderer everywhere. Will they suspect you? You're still wanted. If you're found, you'll definitely be sent back to prison."
Dudian comforted the three of them, saying, "Don't worry. In a few days, I'll be able to restore my legal identity, and all these troublesome things will be over."
"Restore the legal identity?" The three of them were a bit stunned.
"How are you going to do that?" Kroen couldn't help asking.
Dudian smiled slightly and said, "It's getting late. Let's rest early."
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The next day.
Dudian asked Barton and the other two to continue monitoring the Lane family's ancient castle, while he himself sneaked into the castle to keep an eye on the actions of the old clan leader Fulin. Although the possibility was extremely low, he still had to prevent the other party from having other ideas.
To Dudian's relief, although the old clan leader Fulin was old, he was very efficient in handling affairs. Early the next morning, he dispatched the miners under his command to send the previously mined ores back to the mine in Red Leaf Mountain. This mine, which had already been mined out, was camouflaged by these ores and once again became a rich mine with high production.
The news of the sale of the mine quickly spread.
However, the first to be in an uproar was the Lane family itself. The old clan leader Fulin's four children and nine grandchildren were all in an uproar. Except for a few people who approved of the old clan leader Fulin's approach, the others unanimously opposed it. The mine in Red Leaf Mountain was the last lifeline of the Lane family. Once it was sold, they would completely lose their source of income and could only sit back and watch their resources dwindle!
These voices of opposition didn't last long before they were forcefully suppressed by the old clan leader Fulin.
On the third day, the mine in Red Leaf Mountain was sold to another semi-declining noble who had been eyeing this mine for a long time.
Seeing how resolute and efficient the old clan leader Fulin was in handling things, Dudian felt that he hadn't chosen the wrong person and was even more satisfied.
On the fifth day, in the evening.
In the dining hall, the old clan leader Fulin was having a meal with his children and grandchildren.
"Grandpa, I'm going to attend a gathering of noble ladies in a few days. My best dress is already too old. I bought it three years ago. Please buy me a new one," a girl in her twenties said as she chewed her steak slowly and suddenly looked up at the old clan leader Fulin in the chief seat.
The old clan leader Fulin frowned slightly. His gaze swept across the dining table. When he saw several of his children and grandchildren secretly looking at him, he couldn't help but snort coldly and said, "I know you're all thinking about the money from the sale of the mine in Red Leaf Mountain. This money is for our family to turn things around. Don't think that just because the mine has been sold, you can spend recklessly. You should still restrain yourselves. What needs to be saved, better continue to be saved. Otherwise, we can only continue to downsize our knight formation!"
Upon hearing his stern words, the expressions of several people changed.
"Grandpa, are you getting senile?" One of the young men stood up angrily and said, "What's the use of keeping the money? It can't generate more money. It's better to lend it to me to do business!"
The old clan leader Fulin's face changed, and he said coldly, "Say that again!"
The middle-aged man beside him quickly grabbed the young man and said, "Hutton, shut up!"
The young man felt a bit intimidated when he saw the old clan leader Fulin's gloomy face. Gritting his teeth, he dropped his knife and turned to leave.
Just as he left, a servant outside happened to run in quickly. They passed each other, and the servant came in front of the old clan leader Fulin and said respectfully, "Master, here's a letter for you."
The old clan leader Fulin took the letter. After looking at the emblem mark on the envelope, his anger slightly subsided. He picked up the walking stick beside the table and said to the middle-aged maid beside him, "Help me back to my room."
After entering his room, the old clan leader Fulin instructed the middle-aged maid to leave. He went to the desk alone, opened the letter, and after looking at the content inside, he let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he said, "Come out. It's for you."
Dudian's figure emerged from the shadows of the room. He had a smile on his face and said, "Is this the bail notice?"
The old clan leader Fulin nodded slightly and handed the letter to him.
Dudian opened it and saw that it was indeed a bail notice. It was clearly written in black and white that his bail application had been approved!
"Sure enough, with nobility and money, there's nothing that can't be accomplished," Dudian said with a smile on his face.
The old clan leader Fulin sat back in his chair and said indifferently, "To take care of things for you this time, besides spending the tens of thousands of gold coins from the sale of the mine in Red Leaf Mountain, the savings of our Lane family accumulated over the years have almost been emptied to cancel your wanted poster and bail you out."
"I won't treat you unfairly," Dudian put away the letter, smiled at him, and said, "I said that when my identity is restored, I'll give you a big gift. This big gift will be delivered to you soon."
The old clan leader Fulin gave Dudian a deep look and said, "Now we're on the same boat. If something happens to you again, my act of bailing you out will be considered as covering up for you, which will damage the reputation of my noble status. I hope you'll act properly."
Dudian knew what he was worried about. He smiled slightly and said, "It's getting late. I'll go back now." After saying that, he pushed open the window of the room and climbed out.
The old clan leader Fulin watched Dudian leave. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and looked at a huge oil painting hanging on the opposite wall. The painting depicted an old man whose facial features were seven or eight points similar to his own. "I hope I won't become a sinner of the Lane family..." he murmured and then fell silent.
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On the sixth day, in the morning.
Dudian asked Barton to buy a newspaper.
The morning newspaper had already been printed. Dudian sat in the inn in the town and flipped through the newspaper while having breakfast. One of the more eye-catching columns was still about the assassination of Hollett. There were many suspected targets, including the military, alchemists, magic potion masters, and the criminals that Hollett had judged in the past six months.
After all, a deacon of the Tribunal had contact with too many people, and there were too many people who wanted him dead. It was difficult to find a clue for a while.
"Main suspected targets... the theft criminal Dudian?"
When Dudian saw the words in the newspaper, he was impressively on the list among the several main suspected criminals.
He wasn't surprised. He smiled faintly and looked at other parts of the newspaper. Soon, he found a piece of news about himself.
"The theft criminal Dudian, through the bail of the Lane family, was released from prison last night." Seeing this news, Dudian smiled and felt a bit emotional. This was the charm of nobility and money. Although the wanted poster had already been cancelled, it had been posted after all. Now, it was as if nothing had happened, and the ones being fooled were the common people at the bottom.
In the era of the nobility, newspapers had always been the mouthpiece of the nobility.
But for the common people, newspapers still had a high degree of credibility.