July 1st, an ordinary and unusual day.

A strange officer came to Albert, the goldsmith of the Kings Castle.

The strange officer seemed not very flexible on his left leg and walked with a horse-headed cane.

Another bad-looking gendarmerie was accompanied by a knife.

Seeing the military uniform on the visitor, goldsmith Albert felt a "knock" in his heart.

In this year, the world is vast and the most powerful soldier is now walking horizontally in the king's fortress.

The rebel siege was lifted two weeks ago, and the corpses outside the city have not been collected yet.

When talking about this siege, the citizens of the Kings Castle were still scared.

As soon as the city is blocked, the price of flour goes up like crazy. Often, it is the same price when weighing, and when paying, it is the same price.

Even if you can buy flour, you can't buy firewood. The trees in the city were quickly cut off and many families had to dismantle furniture and burn fire.

It was circulating wildly on the streets and alleys: the rebel leader Alpad had ordered that "the rebels can plunder at will when the city is broken."

Fortunately, General Sekler won.

On the day the rebels retreated, the citizens of the Kings Fort took to the streets to cheer: "Long live General Sekler!"

But then, the troops pursuing the rebels suffered a big defeat in Jiangbei Province.

The war is not over, and I don't know when it will be the beginning.

But life has to continue to live.

"Is there anything I can help you?" Albert was entertaining the officer attentively, thinking to himself: "It's bad, why aren't you here to blackmail me?"

In fact, Albert didn't know much about the subtle differences in military uniforms, but from the fabric, shape and the temperament of the visitor, he dared to conclude that this was an officer.

"I am Lieutenant Moritz of the Gendarmerie." Although the strange officer was young, his voice was involuntarily listening.

He looked at Albert coldly and went straight in: "The gendarmerie has received a reliable report, you are selling stolen goods for the bandits."

"No! No! No! Absolutely not!" Albert beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting for injustice. He shouted in his heart: "It's over, it's really coming to blackmail me!"

The reason why Albert is so scared is that he is really selling stolen goods for the bandits.

When thieves and robbers bring gold and silver jewelry, they usually find goldsmiths to mow new coins.

It melts and casts, no one can trace it anymore.

Some simply exchange stolen goods for ready-made coins or jewelry.

The redemption ratio is a little lower, and the advantage is convenience.

Albert often does this kind of business. He never asks where the things come from, as long as they are cheap.

The strange officer smiled and said, "No?"

"No! Really not! How dare I?" Albert shook his head desperately, his eyes were like razors, and Albert felt that he was being peeled off layer by layer.

He asked tentatively: "Or... you can say a 'no' way?"

"Last September, a robber came to find you. He was black and thin, with a coastal accent, and full of gold teeth." The strange officer leaned on the chair and played with a knife leisurely: "You helped him sell the stolen goods, right?"

The knife is only the size of a palm, and the workmanship is very simple. The handle is wrapped around with leather ropes, but the blade is sharp and shiny.

Every time the knife hit the table, Albert's knee couldn't help but tremble.

When he heard the strange officer mention the characteristics of black thinness and gold teeth, he immediately recalled who the other party was talking about.

He secretly thanked and replied happily: "Sir, I remember who you are talking about. I really didn't help him sell the stolen goods, so I reported him! That person is still in prison now!"

In September last year, a gold-toothed robber with a provincial accent came to Albert with a promissory note and asked to exchange for one thousand Ducats.

Promissory notes represent the gold deposited by the customer in advance. In theory, the goldsmith only keeps it on his behalf. When he sees the money, he will recognize the money but not the person.

But all goldsmiths misappropriate customers of deposits, invest, or lend money, and make money from money.

Albert is no exception.

Business profits and losses, and loans may not be recovered. Albert unfortunately lost a lot in a big bet at the beginning of last year.

When the Golden Toothed Bandit found him, there were only one thousand Ducats with zeros left in his vault.

If you give it to the robber, he will go bankrupt on the spot.

As for why Albert was sure that the other party was a robber?

The answer is very simple: Albert has seen many people like robbers. As soon as the other party opens his mouth, he can smell the scent of robbers.

Hearing that the robber had a provincial accent, he saw the other party coming alone. Before he knew it, Albert had a bold idea - to eat black and eat black.

The rest is simple - Albert has a cousin who is not bad at the sheriff's command.

The gold-toothed robber was caught and sent to prison.

At the beginning, Albert was worried. So he begged his cousin to protect the robber's life. If the robber's accomplices came over, he would have a bargaining chip.

After a long time, he left this matter behind and was brought up by a strange officer today.

"How did this matter be exposed?" Albert cursed in his heart: "Which bastard has reported me with a jealous attitude! Uglaui? Or Kovasico?"

The strange officer did not respond, but instead caught the loophole in Albert's words: "That person doesn't have it, and the others have it, right? Let's find out to prove your innocence."

Albert swears again.

The storm ended with losing money and avoiding disasters. Albert needed to go to the Kings' Castle Gendarmerie to "donate" a sum of money.

Finally, Albert calmly passed a small bag of gold coins to the strange officer.

The strange officer's actions scared him. He shook his leather bag, heard the crisp sound inside, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Brief up the military police? Do I still want to write a receipt for you?"

Albert was startled and when he was at a loss, he thought sadly: "It's a robbery."

He just handed the biggest handle to the other party, but fortunately the other party didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

"Okay, let's do it." The strange officer snorted, put away the gold coins, and asked casually: "Where is that golden-toothed robber?"

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Under the west wall, a remote corner, the City Guard Prison of the Kings Castle stood silently.

It is said to be a prison, but it is actually a few dilapidated bungalows.

As usual, felons like murderers will be taken to the Army Gendarmerie prison where there are stone prisons and iron fences.

The prisons of the City Guard are filled with prisoners such as thieves, debtors and tax evaders.

Shortly after the storm at the Goldsmith Albert Workshop, an uninvited guest also came to the City Guard Prison.

An officer walked into the prison with a military policeman and took a handwritten by Lieutenant Colonel Robert, deputy director of the Public Security Affairs Supervision Department, to take away a prisoner.

The prison head didn't know what department the "Public Security Affairs Management Supervision Department" was, so he couldn't even read these words well.

However, the paint seal was well covered on the warrant, and the head of Paratu's eagle badge was still recognized - although he did not recognize the small lines below the eagle.

"Sir." The prison leader led the officer into the prison area and explained carefully: "Some time ago, the prisoners were conquered and worked hard labor. I don't know if the person you are going to mention is still alive."

The officer said "hmm" lukewarmly.

"During the war, many prisoners were killed and injured. I really can't blame me, so do I..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The officer frowned, his voice as cold as thousands of years of snow: "Lead the way."

"Oh, okay, okay." The prisoner nodded and walked in front of him.

The light in the prison was very poor, so many people should have been shut down because there was a odor in the air that could not be dissolved.

But now many cells are empty, and obviously all the disappearing prisoners died in the previous siege.

In the deepest part of the prison, the officer found the prisoner who was imprisoned for "theft".

The already thin gold teeth "captain" became thinner, and the skin was wrapped around the bones like oil cloth. The gold teeth in his mouth were gone - all the prison heads were pulled out, and he became Captain Bad teeth again.

"It's him." The officer nodded.

The prison chief hurriedly brought people to open the shackles, followed the military policeman who came over to enter the cell, and lifted the prisoner up.

"Yes, it's you... cough! cough cough!" The prisoner raised his head with difficulty and looked at the visitor in the dim light. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly started to cough violently.

"Take it away." The officer walked out of the prison with his cane and without looking back.

The thin prisoner murmured in a subtle voice that was almost inaudible: "I...I knew...you will come..."

The prison chief said good things and sent the officer out of the prison all the way, and borrowed a prison car to the other party.

...

At night, goldsmith Albert's workshop was also his home.

A revenge is underway.

"No! No! Don't kill me, I'll give you all the money, I'll give you everything..." Albert rolled and crawled to the vault: "Help!"

The two guards he hired were knocked down by the person who broke in before they even pulled out their weapons.

Vault, it’s safe to hide in the vault!
To be continued...