"Oh~ really?" Derak replied casually, smiling suddenly and punching.

And his hard-boned fist, which was almost never defeated, was easily caught by Zheng Fei.

Zheng Fei pinched his wrist tightly, and said with a smile: "This time, no one is holding me." ”

Derak felt his wrist pinched by a powerful finger force, and his tendons ached.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, blushing and moving, but finally without saying anything, he turned away and stood in front of the warden.

"My hundreds of boxes of shells are all destroyed, and you must make them all up for me in one day, or don't blame me for being rude. He said viciously.

"Don't worry. "The warden is only a promise.

It took half an hour for the fire to be extinguished.

Two sentries were killed, the cause of the explosion was unknown, and the warden stood on the rubble, faintly asking about the smell of alcohol in the air.

"Who drank in the arsenal today?" he asked.

"Well, at noon a few of Chief Derrank's men came down with a few bottles of wine and some charcuterie. Someone replied.

"Damn" he pinched his fingers, and a fierce light flashed in his pupils.

Without detective brains, he can only attribute the reason to the fact that the residual alcohol was ignited under the scorching sun, and the culprit was Derrank's men.

And now, he had to pay out of his own pocket to buy a batch of shells, and after giving the basic account, he changed into new clothes and went out of the prison gate alone.

As the sun had just set, he was strolling through the streets of Lisbon as he walked past the food stalls and towards the arms black market.

The price of shells on the black market was very high, at least twice the average price, and the pain was that he could not buy them from the government at the average price, because then the officials would know that hundreds of boxes of shells had exploded in the arsenal, and he would have to resign.

Hundreds of boxes, at least 2,000 silver coins! Fortunately, I have been greedy for a lot of benefits over the years.

The shouts of the vendors did not stop him, and the glamorous girl in the short skirt on the street gave him a second look, and when he was only a few dozen meters away from the black market, he was stopped by a man wearing a brimmed hat.

He showed the musket pinned to his waist and said, "Robbery, do you know what I do?"

"Warden. The man smirked.

He was stunned and asked, "How do you know?"

"I knew you were here to buy shells, right?"

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I have what you want, and it's much cheaper, a hundred boxes, and I only need eight hundred silver coins. ”

"Show me the goods. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke.

The man in the brimmed hat led him around several alleys, stopping in a rambling yard and whistling.

The old wooden door was open, and two strong men came out of the room, each holding a wooden box.

The warden stepped forward to open the box, picked up the cannonball and examined it carefully, and the appearance was the same as the original, no difference.

"Why don't you take it to the black market and sell it?" he asked.

"To tell you the truth, my shells are defective. The man replied with a smile.

"Heh" he rolled his eyes and said, "Since it is a defective product, I can only produce five hundred silver coins." ”

"At least six hundred. ”

"Five hundred, otherwise I don't want it. He turned to leave.

"Okay, five hundred, treacherous fellow!" the man complained.

After paying, he rented a few carriages with cannonballs and went straight back to the prison.

Watching the convoy disappear around the corner of the street, the man took off his hood, revealing the scar on his face, and looked fierce.

At this time, a charming girl walked over, twisted her waist and swung her hips, stroked her long hair, and said coquettishly: "Honey, why don't you go to my place tonight?"

"I have something to do today, I'll go later. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and squeezed her tight buttocks comfortably.

She blinked her seductive eyes and licked her tender lips and said, "I'll wait for you, Hans." ”

Hans.

The warden returns to the prison, and Frank is furious, slapping the guards and soldiers one by one.

"What happened?" wondered the warden.

"I've lost my ring, which symbolizes the honor of the royal knight!" Derak was furious.

"Could it be that some greedy prisoner picked it up? Mr. Frank, I think you have to give the soldiers enough trust. ”

"I lost it after the prisoner returned to prison!" Derak roared, slapping the soldier in front of him again.

The warden looked at it from the side, touched his forehead and said, "I will always find it, tell you good news, I got you a whole hundred boxes of cannonballs." ”

The angry Derak raised his eyebrows, followed the guidance, was stunned for a moment, and said, "You are quite capable." ”

"Of course. The warden smiled, took something out of his arms, and secretly stuffed it into him.

He glanced at it, and after seeing that it was a piece of jade of good color, he hurriedly put it away, and his previous anger was relieved a lot, and he patted the warden's shoulder with a smile, and let the soldiers disperse.

This qiē was all seen by Zheng Fei through the small window.

Zheng Fei watched the soldiers unload the boxes on the carriage and move them to the warehouse, and he couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

Jims was also leaning on the window and laughed, "Dude, you did such a beautiful job today!"

"The prettier ones are yet to come. He seemed to say to himself.

Late at night.

In the warehouse, there was a rat-like sound.

A man, standing up from the box, took a few breaths.

", that's all I can do. He grumbled under his breath.

In the silence, he lit a candle that illuminated the warehouse, and his face.

Western European Ranger, Grant.

He crept out of the warehouse, stooped into the kitchen, smeared a bottle of potion on the ingredients, and then quietly returned to the warehouse, burrowed into the box and closed the lid.

"Captain, Captain, you must thank me. He muttered, closing his eyes.

The next morning, almost all the officers and soldiers were fighting for one place - the toilet.

Grant's potion made them have diarrhea for half an hour, as the saying goes, people have three urgencies, and in a sense, the impact of this kind of thing on people may be more painful than a broken arm.

The prisoners collectively lay down at the window to watch the show, and under Zheng Fei's advice, they did not eat the evil dark breakfast.

Zheng Fei drank the brandy sent by the old man, and said to the old man: "Hurry up and find an excuse to leave the prison, the operation is about to begin." ”

"Good luck!" said the old man sincerely, and through Guò's contact these days, he was sure that the yellow-skinned man in front of him was a rare good person.

At this time, Derak suddenly appeared in the corridor, his face turned the color of pig liver, and yelled at the old man, "Get out!"

The old man shuddered and walked timidly.

Breakfast was made by him.

Zheng Fei could not allow people who were kind to him to be in danger.