Carlos's freedom was restricted from the Confinement Room of the Overseer Airship to his back garden.

can only be bored in the back garden, living the rotten otaku life of the aristocracy.

The only show is to watch Grant repeatedly scrub the three solid-colored horses in the stable in the corner of the garden.

It's obviously the industrial age, why is it that as a nobleman, his own mount is still so primitive.

This made Carlos very unhappy.

Especially after experiencing yesterday's ride on the Augusta's steam-flying two-wheeler.

It's similar to a motorcycle with a rotor on it, and the feeling of gliding down from a height of hundreds of meters is extremely exciting.

Grant couldn't help but be shocked by the idea that the young master wanted to go to Augusta's steam valve house to steal the flying two-wheeler.

The carriage driver, who usually doesn't talk much, is afraid that he will be laid off from now on, so he is busy bluffing and persuading.

"Little master, don't you dare to let you go out, there are many bounty hunters outside, that is the poor guy who catches children and sells them for money!"

"What, little master, it's true that the black hat hunts down the bad guys, but this is the border, and in Cyprus City, they are good at catching thieves, and it won't work when they get here!"

Carlos excitedly, "Then if I steal the Koman's two-wheeler, the black hat won't catch me, is that what you mean?"

Uncle Grant was stunned when he heard this, as if it was such a reason, but it didn't seem to be, he nodded and then shook his head, "Little master, it's like this, but if Augusta finds out, he will take you to tie you up and use it as fuel for the steam engine!"

Carlos' eyes widened, "He dares, my dad is the mayor of the town." ”

Grant smiled wryly, "Here, the Steam Guardians only listen to the Overseer's orders. ”

"The Overseer seems to be hanging. ”

"Well, no one will give face to Augusta's donkey trough. ”

"Uncle, donkey trough, who taught you this? Carlos asked with a dark face.

"Little master, guarding the door of the alchemy hut, the two dogs of the Du Buyi family who always bark at you are called like this. ”

...

Deflated, Carlos slumped into the furry sofa chair, picked up the homemade juice on the small glass table and took a sip.

In fact, Maury didn't have much use for Carlos's confinement order, as long as he was willing, no one dared to go up and stop the servants and night watchmen in the house.

The reason why Carlos didn't dare to go out was simply because of the chaos in the town of Salt Well right now.

Bounty hunters and black hats may be everywhere outside the mansion right now.

Armed to the teeth, each with a bad purpose, looking for scattered 'mud legs' from the cracks in the ground, as if the ones who came out of the cracks in the surface were not hideous and terrifying demons that would kill them, but full grains of wheat, waiting for them to harvest.

These guys who live with their heads pinned to their belts, if they take risks, the identity of the noble young master may be a big lump of gold in front of them.

However, Carlos is really not afraid of them if he doesn't go out, after all, this is a small place on the border of Cyprus, Yanjing Town, but if you want to tell the local residents that this is the mayor of the Stevenson family, it is estimated that no one will raise any objections.

Another reason why he didn't dare to go out was his brother...

His older half-brother - De Ligt Stevenson.

In Carlos's opinion, he is a poor fellow, because he has no Winter Moon blood in his body, he was raised in the wilderness by his father since he was a child, and he has returned home today.

In Carlos' memory, this is a man who does not want to die.

When he was very young, he foraged in the wilderness, and the last time he returned home, he was wounded by more than a dozen stab wounds, and there was even a large gap in his abdomen, which turned out to be a masterpiece of shotguns at close range.

That year, De Ligt, propping up his seriously injured body, rode a variegated jujube red horse, and fled back to Yanjing Town for a day and a night, but he was stunned and did not die.

Not only did he not die, but he was ambushed by traps along the way, dragging a team of horse thieves who were chasing him alive.

Such an excellent man.

The eldest young master of the Stevenson family.

Uncle Grant only praised De Ligt behind his back, "A good swordsman, a good jockey." ”

As for whether it was behind the scenes, the two of them never spoke.

De Ligt was taller, blonde and blue-eyed, with fluffy hair curled beautifully, and looked at people with a pair of bright, slightly suspicious and cold eyes.

"Carlos, you're getting taller again. ”

"Big brother, he's much more handsome again. ”

The opening greetings between the two made Grant, who wanted to pretend to brush the horse again, hurriedly dropped the horse brush and went out for a walk on his own.

The stinky fart conversation made the brothers who hadn't seen each other for a long time look at each other and smile.

De Ligt said with some reserve, "The Mud-Legged Legion has burned the city of Fine Woods, and a heavy reward has been laid on it, and the wilderness is now full of fishy hunters and black hats, and my father thinks it is time for me to return." ”

"Brother, then you..."

De Ligt's rough palm rested on Carlos's shoulder and smiled affectionately, "That's what I mean, I want to come back too." ”

Carlos tried to guess what his father Maury meant, and warmly greeted his brother, whom he rarely saw but was unusually close to.

There were things he could have said to Uncle Grant, but he couldn't say to De Ligt's brother.

For example, he wanted to ride Augusta's two-wheeler.

Because if he says that, then De Ligt will do it.

Even if he knew that he was caught by Augusta, he would unceremoniously beat him, the unpopular son of the Stevenson family.

He will also be obligated to do so.

Just like the last time he saw De Ligt go out of the house, the young Carlos sighed in front of him, and wanted to have a drink of 'ice and joy'.

He didn't even know what this 'Ice Cooler' was, so a week before his departure, despite the wild beasts in the wilderness, he personally rode his horse back and forth for dozens of miles, and walked around the fine forest city to inquire about the traces of the 'Ice Cooler'.

Finally, in the summer season, I brought back a wooden barrel wrapped in several layers of cotton cloth.

Carlos's impressed swordsman hunter held a bucket of hard lumps and stuffed them into Carlos's arms, and said apologetically: "That's all the ice cubes, Kole... Still looking. ”

...

Carlos didn't know what kind of willpower De Ligt had done for him, or if he was born with a doting on his younger brother.

I only know that living in such a narrow circle of people, he has never left Salt Well Town, and so far in this world, De Ligt's brother is definitely the most impressive one, and this sense of protection is better than what he got from his father Mori.

Therefore, he didn't dare to leave Stevenson Manor, at least, before the eighteen or nineteen-year-old sunny boy in front of him could heal his wounds.

"How's your injury?"

"A small injury is nothing, and it will be fine when you get home. ”

Having said that, Carlos looked at the brother in front of him, who was a head taller than himself, and his arm was hanging out of thin air like a broken lotus root, and he was only tied by a few steel wires like blood vessels, and he didn't think it was a small injury.

It is said that the mechanical arm in his right hand was made by the old alchemist in the west corner of the town, and every time De Ligt came home, he always had to go to the old alchemy house to repair his arm!

Carlos sat in the sofa chair, holding his chin in his hands and glancing at the arm depressedly, reaching out as if he was studying something, and De Ligt just laughed and fiddled with him.

"Brother, you say, how did the old pervert cast this arm, with this level of smoothness and fineness, I feel that no machine tool can cast it. ”

De Ligt was stunned, frowned and thought for a while before slowly saying, "This thing is not cast, but alchemy." ”

Carlos' curiosity grew, "What is alchemy?" ”

Every time he went to the old man's alchemy house alone, he always ate behind closed doors, so he only heard the name of the legendary alchemy, but did not see its method.

De Ligt was a fierce wolf in the wilderness, but when he arrived at home, he was as gentle as a lion without fangs when he faced his brother, but when he noticed that Carlos seemed to have no interest in alchemy, he shut up in amusement.

If only his father Murray knew that De Ligt would dare to fool his younger brother at home and learn what kind of alchemy, instead of honestly inheriting his own family's bloodline puppeteer.

The consequences are not as simple as being abandoned in the wilderness and facing an armed horse thief alone.

"Carlos, alchemy is actually a trick to blind the eyes, compared to our Stevenson's family, the real summoning puppet technique with bloodline inheritance, it is a small thing!"

De Ligt slowed his tone and took the lead in his tracks.