As soon as Ciel's words came out, Winters instantly entered a spell-casting state.

But Kaman was faster than Winters. He jumped to the side of Charles's horse like lightning and dragged the white-haired man off the horse.

The white-haired man fell heavily to the ground and let out a scream. Kaman grabbed the white-haired man by the throat and pinned him to the ground.

Winters originally thought that Kaman would kill him without mercy. However, after a few seconds, Kaman let go of his hand, stood up, and walked to the place where he was originally standing. The white-haired man struggled desperately and twitched on the ground, but he was obviously still alive.

As he passed Winters, Carman said coldly: "He's not."

Winters nodded: "Untie him."

The ropes on the white-haired man's hands and feet were cut one by one, and the black cloth covering the white-haired man's eyes was also removed.

The jumping firelight pierced his pupils, and the white-haired man who had been trapped in the darkness for too long subconsciously closed his eyes. Soldiers with bright armor, tall and strong horses, and bright doors and windows flashed past.

Someone grabbed the white-haired man's shoulders and lifted him up, but the white-haired man couldn't stand and fell down softly.

Not far away, a drake voice spoke: "...Four carriages were parked by the roadside. I heard someone knocking on something... There were no marks or coats of arms on the carriages, only long and short muskets.

And this guy... he was the one who led me over by banging his head on the car door..."

"Take a few more people over and drive all the carriages back."

"yes."

Feeling that he had adapted to the light, the white-haired man covered his forehead and carefully peered through his fingers to look around. When he raised his head, he was met with a pair of dark eyes reflecting the firelight.

The white-haired man peered around, and Winters was also observing the white-haired man.

When an ordinary person is kidnapped, even an adult man will appear panicked. But the tall, thin, white-haired boy in front of him seems to have quickly adapted to the situation, pretending to be weak and weak, but in fact his eyes are wandering around, looking around, showing a sense of restlessness.

taste.

Winters likes clever guys, but he hates cunning guys, and the difference between cleverness and cunning is often only a pound of conscience.

The white-haired man was still thinking about what lie he was telling when he suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Heh." Winters patted Changfeng gently and patiently comforted the impatient war horse. He looked at the white-haired man and said, "I have seen this man before."

Charles was shocked: "Have you seen it before?"

"He is a waiter at the hotel. He showed up once the day he first arrived at Steel Castle." Winters narrowed his eyes: "Catch the hotel foreman."

…

The foreman of the hotel was caught in the courtyard without any explanation. He was about to curse a few words when he saw his nephew slumped in front of the horse. When he turned around, he saw human corpses filling the open space.

The graceful foreman could no longer utter a complete sentence. His face turned blue and white, and his lips kept trembling.

After standing there for a long time, the foreman stepped forward, grabbed my nephew's collar, and gave him two loud slaps in the face.

The white-haired man, a boy named Roger, pursed his bloody lips and said nothing, his cheeks swollen.

After slapping him twice, the foreman stood for a while, then rounded his arms and slapped his nephew again as if he was angry. When he was about to slap him for the fourth time, he couldn't do it no matter what.

Finally, the foreman let go of his nephew, straightened his messed up hair and clothes, walked up to Wintersma, and saluted respectfully: "Are you going out? Your Excellency."

"You don't ask me why I came to arrest you." Winters stopped pretending to be an imperial aristocrat and asked the foreman in Common Mandarin with a big smile: "I want to ask you if I want to go out. It's interesting."

"It's not a skill to tell you everything you know." The foreman said without changing his expression, "It's a skill to be able to help you."

Winters passed the foreman and asked the white-haired man directly: "Green eyes, blond hair, do you have any impression?"

Two eyes were cast on the white-haired man, one from Winters and the other from the hotel head waiter.

Roger the Whitehead nodded reluctantly.

"What's that man's name?"

"have no idea."

"Go over and look at each one one by one, and then tell me if there is anyone you know on the body."

Charles and another guard held the white-headed Roger and asked him to identify the bodies one by one.

Roger Baldhead was just an information dealer at the lowest level of Steel Castle. He had never seen such a scene with corpses everywhere. When he was brought back, his face turned pale with fright and his knees could not stop shaking.

"Do you know anyone?"

"No." Roger the white-headed man swallowed his saliva and felt his hands and feet were cold, and his chest was filled with a deep chill: "I don't know them, and this is the first time I've met that green-eyed man. I only know a man with a black face, and I sold information to them.

He, he also tied me up."

"Meet him?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

Roger seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and nodded vigorously: "Mrs. Balboa asked me to deliver a message to Mr. Lucner. When I came out of Mr. Lucner's house, I saw a black face and green eyes together. Black face couldn't help but say something.

I was knocked unconscious, and when I saw something again I was already here! Sir, I really don’t know anything!”

Winters found that this white-haired guy was a bit quick-witted. Although he was extremely frightened when he saw the corpse, his speech became more fluent and coherent.

"Where did you meet those green eyes?" Winters moved his wrist.

"North City, Mana Street."

Winters stabbed the horse lightly in the ribs, urging Chang Feng to go out of the courtyard, pointing at Roger the White Head: "Take him with you too."

"Sir! Please..." The hotel foreman was shocked, and hurriedly stopped in front of Winters' horse, reaching out to grab Changfeng's reins.

Changfeng had a violent temper and would be kicked by strangers who approached him carelessly. How could he let a half-century old man grab the bridle? When he saw someone who dared to reach out to him, Changfeng immediately bit him down hard.

Fortunately, Winters had quick hands and quick eyes. He tightened the reins and grabbed Changfeng hard.

The hotel headman dodged in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding the two rows of front teeth. However, he just recovered and immediately rushed in front of Winters' horse.

The hotel foreman asked anxiously and hesitantly: "Sir, are you going to Beicheng?"

Winters tilted his head and looked at the hotel manager without saying a word, waiting for the latter to take the initiative to speak.

"It's hard to get through the Old City!" The hotel foreman calmed down and told everything he knew: "Sheriff Dutton has blocked the road! All the 'free men' in South City are rushing to Republic Street! Sheriff Dutton

We must keep the mob out of Nancheng and prevent them from coming in to rob and set fire. You will not be able to get through!"

Winters was not moved, but still restrained Changfeng: "I want to go out, not go in."

"Even if you can pass through Republic Street, can you pass through the Old City? Who knows what the old city is like now? Even if you can pass through the Old City safely, how much time will it take to go around the Rose Lake in a big circle?"

The hotel foreman gritted his teeth and said, "I have a way to get you to Beicheng faster, but... I just have to take some risks."

…

Fuller had a brief but wonderful dream:

In the dream, the embargo was overturned, and his ordnance business made a lot of money. But he did not stop there, but continued to expand and annexed those small workshops.

Three years passed by in vain, and he suddenly became the largest workshop owner in Steel Castle. Whether it was Paul Wooper or John Servetus, everyone had to look up to him and look up to him.

And what’s more! And that Baron Granach! The steel castle ordnance business is all in his own hands. Whatever price he sets, Baron Granach will have to buy it at that price!

Haha, isn’t he just a baron? I can do it too!

Wait, Baron...

Fuller suddenly woke up and looked around in shock.

There was no luxurious house, fragrant bed, or luxurious food and clothing. He was sitting in a carriage. The carriage drove over the stone pavement and made a rattling sound - just like the sound of counting gold and silver coins.

There was a beauty, and she was extremely beautiful, but Fuller did not dare to have any blasphemous thoughts.

"Are you awake, Mr. Fuller?" the beauty asked softly, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

Fuller stood up suddenly, but hit the roof of the car hard. He ignored the pain, twisted his body, and bent down in a funny posture to salute: "Mrs."

"You should have noticed." Anna smiled and stretched out her hand: "I am not a baroness, you can just call me...Anna."

Fuller kept wiping his sweat: "I don't dare, I don't dare."

Anna asked with concern: "Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Only then did Fuller remember that he had been begging the baron to take him with him a moment ago, so why did he wake up from a dream and find himself in the carriage?

"My head hurts a little." Fuller rubbed the back of his head, recalling the wonderful dream, and said with some embarrassment: "But if I want to talk about other things, hey, I feel a lot more relaxed all over..."

Anna smiled and nodded: "That's good."

"Madam, where are we going?"

"The hotel accommodation is no longer safe. Mr. Covilhã will take us to a safer and more secluded place."

"Oh... Oops!" Fuller was startled and exclaimed: "Baron!"

Valley/span> "You don't have to worry." Anna knew clearly what Fuller was thinking, and she comforted the latter: "Mr. Granach asked me to tell you that he will ask Mr. Schmid to take your family to Schmid."

The house is under the care of Mr. Schmid."

Fuller listened silently, his eyes a little red for some reason, and he smiled bitterly: "I thought the Baron would simply let me go... Anyway, I have no value anymore..."

"Actually." Anna let out an imperceptible sigh and said sadly, "Mr. Granach is a very gentle person."

Fuller thought for a while, and he couldn't connect the murderous Baron with the word gentle anyway, but he still laughed along with him: "Yes, yes... Where is the Baron now?"

"He." Anna turned her head slightly and looked out the car window to prevent Fuller from seeing the emotion in her eyes: "He did what he thought he had to do."

…
To be continued...