"Mr. Urban, I would like to speak with you alone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Zheng Fei glanced at Bella, who was full of charm, and then looked at Urban, put down the wine glass that had been held in his hand for a long time, and his attitude was sincere.

Urban frowned slightly, and looked around, but there was no one else around except the maid.

"Aren't we talking alone now?" he wondered.

"I mean, find a quiet place where no one is around. Zheng Fei took a deep breath and said earnestly.

Urban stared at him, unable to guess his intentions, and after thinking for a while, he decided to refuse for safety's sake, when he saw someone coming.

That's the Duke of Istanbul, the person he hates the most.

In this city, only the Duke occasionally comes to catch up with him, and the Duke hopes to gain his trust and get all his knowledge of artillery, in which case Urban will be of no use and can be completely eliminated.

Urban is not stupid, he hides from the duke if he can, and never talks nonsense if he can't hide.

That's why when he saw the duke coming, he hurriedly agreed to Zheng Fei, and then patted Zheng Fei on the shoulder, and the two quickly went upstairs.

In the hall, standing more than ten meters away, the duke held a delicate crystal goblet, stopped in place, and touched a glass with a passing officer, his eyes stayed on the backs of the two.

"Hmph, Urban. He said coldly, stood for a moment, and then turned back to accept the praise that had been repeated countless times.

Upstairs, a hidden room, with Santiago and Ares guarding the door.

Entering the house and lighting the lights, the first thing Urban did was to open the curtains and open the windows to let in the fresh air.

Due to sitting for a long time and thinking about the design drawings, his heart and lung function is somewhat exhausted, and if he breathes heavily for a long time, he will be very uncomfortable and feel out of breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, he came to the wine cabinet, flipped through a bottle of decades-old treasured wine, and unceremoniously took it out and opened it, wondering what kind of expression the castle owner would have when he saw it, could it be like this?o(≧ mouth≦)o

Urban skillfully unscrewed the cork, shook the bottle to shake the sediment at the bottom, and then picked up two glasses and poured them gentlemanly.

His calm and calm movements, mannerisms and demeanor made Zheng Fei faintly feel that he was not the same as just now.

The faint glow of the oil lamp fell on Urban's pupils, reflecting something beyond the depths.

It's a smile, neither a smile nor a grin, but the kind of smile that only elders can show.

Looking at him intently as he poured the wine, Zheng Fei gradually felt a little respectful in his heart, and wondered about this sudden change.

Urban's wine was poured, and he gestured to him in a friendly manner, smiling unabated.

"Come and try it, it's a fine wine they stole from Sofia, and it tastes delicious, if you don't care about the bloody smell on it. ”

Zheng Fei picked up a cup and did it as usual.

"Bold. Urban praised heartily, then drank it all and wiped his mouth.

Half a minute of silence.

The wind, coming in through the open window, seemed a little cold in the middle of the winter night, but this bit of coolness could not shake the two who had just finished drinking.

The wind, rolling up the papers scattered on the floor, fluttered in the air, some hanging on the chandelier, some scattered on the bed, and some drifted to the window, and before they slipped out, Urban ran over and closed the window.

These drawings were drafts of his artillery, and this hut was one of his many hidden studios, and every time he came to the castle for a banquet, he would quickly leave everyone and come to the hut to meditate on it.

Even if his research is no longer useful, it is his only hobby, and he can't give it up.

For him, it is enough to be immersed in the world of artillery.

He packed up the manuscript paper, stuffed it under the cabinet and hid it, clapped his hands to dust off the dust, and shrugged at Zheng Fei.

"No one has ever come into this room except me. ”

"Then why did you bring me in?" Zheng Fei became more and more puzzled, and began to look at the furnishings in the room curiously.

"Because, you're not like everyone else. Urban smiled slyly, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Zheng Fei smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"This has been said to me tonight, she is the daughter of the Strait Guard. ”

Urban was slightly surprised, but not panicked, and smiled: "I didn't expect you to even hook up with her." ”

Zheng Fei paused for two seconds, and was about to open his mouth to respond, but heard Urban say again.

"Looks like I guessed right. The tone was a little relieved.

"Guess?" Involuntarily, Zheng Fei tightened his brows, pinched the empty wine glass in his hand, and held his breath.

Something, it seems, is going to happen.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the night sky suddenly darkened a lot, except for the Big Dipper, which was still shining tirelessly.

Urban stood a few meters away, his hands silently behind his back, making a gesture of scrutiny, casting a confident gaze at Zheng Fei.

To be honest, being stared at like this, Zheng Fei couldn't help but mutter, and his hand was subconsciously placed on his belt, where there was a dagger.

Holding a weapon was his first reaction to the danger he felt, and it was cultivated by many years of combat career.

"Don't be nervous, I won't threaten you. ”

Urban saw his intentions and waved his hand, the smile on his lips all the time.

Only with rich experience can you have such an indifferent look, which is probably the only gain of Urban in the ten years in Istanbul.

He is not wooden, he has been pretending to ignore it all these years, in fact, he has been brewing a plan, which is to escape Istanbul.

This city, which can be said to have been captured by his own hands, was so oppressive that he almost suffocated, and wherever he went, it was as if he was in a cage.

If he had a choice, he would rather go thousands of miles away, to a peaceful country like France or England, buy a field in the countryside, and live a leisurely life, even if his amazing talent in artillery can no longer be used, it is worth it.

But this small wish is an extravagant hope for him, and the Ottoman Empire will never let him go.

Zheng Fei did not relax his vigilance because of his kindness, resolutely drew his dagger, and asked expressionlessly: "You just said that your guess was really right, what did you guess?"

Unafraid of his dagger, Urban puffed out his chest and smiled confidently.

"You are not a heavy cavalry officer, but a man who has nothing to do with the Ottoman Empire, and you have come to this banquet to get close to the daughter of the strait garrison, so that you can leave Istanbul through the strait with ulterior goods, am I right?"

His reasoning poured into Zheng Fei's ears along with the wind.

After a while, Zheng Fei put down the dagger and laughed.

"You're right, but one thing is wrong, I'm not here to get close to the garrison's daughter, it's you. (To be continued.) )