Chapter 51: Escape

Mr. Brown rubbed the reins slightly. The sentence just now shouldn't have been spoken, he had sworn never to get involved in this matter, but when he faced it directly, he still couldn't stop his heart, after all, both parties had a lot to do with him, so it was better to leave as soon as possible. Mr. Brown pulled the reins to the left, and the horse turned half a circle to the left.

George certainly wouldn't let Mr. Brown go, he couldn't have shot, and Mr. Brown saw that. But apart from shooting, he had other ways to keep people. George flicked the reins, and the horse trotted a few steps and leaped in front of Mr. Brown. "Vague riddles are the way of ladies*, and I want a clear answer. โ€

Mr. Brown didn't expect George to be such a scoundrel, but he was impressed. He had thought that George was a fool who had been smashed by a pie in the sky once, and that he was good for nothing but to be lucky enough to invest in the development of a smallpox vaccine, but now he didn't seem stupid. "No comment. โ€

George stopped Mr. Brown for the sake of the truth, and secondly, he could see that the people outside didn't want to do anything around Mr. Brown, and they were safer as long as they stayed with Mr. Brown. George brought several servants specially selected by him, loyal and clever, and when George stopped Mr. Brown, he also surrounded Mr. Brown and the others.

George brought a lot of people, and he really couldn't leave when he was surrounded by them. The men on George's side can't shoot, and the men on Mr. Brown's side can't use force to fight their way out. Mr. Brown gestured behind him, and several men turned their horses around and ran backwards at the same time.

We can't let them run away like that!" George immediately took the opportunity to chase after him. It was Mr. Brown who blocked the group of people behind, not the woods, and those people would definitely go into the woods to do something when they saw Mr. Brown and his party leave, and it was better to stick to Mr. Brown's side than to fight with an unknown number of enemies in the woods.

George was right, the pursuers did spread out in all directions of the woods and waited for Mr. Brown to come out, and then they could gather and go into the woods to do something. They never expected George and his party to come out with Mr. Brown.

"What to do?" everyone looked at a man who was missing an arm.

The one-armed man's face was not very good-looking, and the only remaining hand clenched fiercely, and his knuckles made a crisp sound. "Chase. โ€

Someone hesitated to object: "But the Major General is also there, in case of accidental injury"

Of course, the one-armed man knew this, but he also had concerns: "It seems that the three fools are not dead, they have been taken away by the little cubs of the Kentra family." โ€

Someone said indignantly: "I knew that the three of them should not be involved, this was originally the brothers' own business, what is it to let the three robbers interfere." They must have been afraid that we would repay our debts or kill our eloquence so they would act first, and wanted to catch little Kentra as a bargaining chip, but they were caught instead."

The one-armed man interrupted him. "Without their friends, we wouldn't be able to move around so easily. Now the point is that they are all rogue robbers, and in order to survive, they will definitely give our information. Little Kentra must not be allowed to leave alive with them. โ€

Neither Mr. Brown nor George were slow to react, but Mr. Brown had been on the road longer than George, and the horses were already a little tired, and the distance between the two groups was gradually shortening. George's horse is the best, rushing to the front: "How much do you know about my father?"

Mr. Brown turned to look, and sure enough, behind them and George's group, there were some horseback figures in the distance. Nor is it the way to go. Mr. Brown raised his hand and shot it.

George subconsciously clamped the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves were raised high, and the man behind him almost hit his horse. George pulled out his โ–กโ–ก and shouted, "Be careful!"

As he spoke, Mr. Brown "thumped" two more shots.

George aimed his gun at Mr. Brown, although it was still uncertain whether Mr. Brown was behind it, and if the other party wanted to kill him, he would never care about the feelings of his uncle and nephew.

"Master, the man caught in the afternoon died. "That's what I brought with me, too. "I got a shot in the head. โ€

Only then did George understand Mr. Brown's true intentions, and his face turned red with anger. He managed to capture the three men alive and try to find out about the others, but Mr. Brown made him useless with three shots. Sure enough, Mr. Brown was in the same league as the group! Now George couldn't let Mr. Brown go. But Mr. Brown was the best marksman he had ever seen, and George did not dare to take the lead again, and fell side by side with the servant on horseback. Can't you shoot a horse without shooting at a man?" George tried desperately to keep his arm steady on the back of a bumpy horse.

Mr. Brown saw through George's thoughts. "It's been in vain to leave me behind, can you still interrogate me? I've solved three big problems for you. โ€

George gritted his teeth, Mr. Brown was right, even if he inherited the title, he did not have the right to interrogate Mr. Brown, and if Mr. Brown did not take the initiative to speak, he could not do anything. But Mr. Brown had the added benefit of keeping Mr. Brown behind, which was to stop those who were chasing after him. Wait, what about those people? George glanced back, surprised to see that the figures that had been chasing after him had disappeared. Is it a trap or do you really give up the hunt? Whether those people are colluding with Mr. Brown to act, there is always nothing wrong with following Mr. Brown.

Mr. Brown didn't expect George to stop, either. George had given up on his plans to use violent means to keep him, and the pursuers had given up, and the embarrassing stalemate was over today. Mr. Brown stopped shaking the reins, and the horse slowed down.

Mr. Brown was in no hurry to go, and George was not in a hurry to chase, and both teams slowed down and kept a certain distance to hurry.

Mr. Brown and George were in harmony, but the group that had stopped chasing them quarreled.

The decision to stop was made by the one-armed man at the head, but not everyone agreed with the decision.

"Why don't you chase it! We've been discovered from above, and maybe after today, there will be no chance for revenge. โ€

The one-armed man's voice was cold and terrifying. "I don't want revenge, my lord is with them, how can we do it?"

Someone muttered: "It's my nephew in the end"

The one-armed man raised his hand and punched it, almost knocking the man who spoke off his horse. "Ungrateful! You can still stand here alive without your lordship? Except for the last time when we and the three robbers set a trap and were told by our friends, everything else was unknown to the adults, how would they know that we had been discovered?"

The man couldn't hold back his complaint because he was so angry that Mr. Brown was the benefactor of everyone here, and he had absolutely no resentment. After being punched, he calmed down and wiped the corners of his broken and bleeding mouth. "Then we just watch the enemy slip away? I'm not afraid of death, I should have died on the battlefield a few years ago, but I can't help but take revenge!"

The one-armed man felt that there was still a chance for revenge: "My brother wrote two days ago, and according to the current route, it is estimated that the younger sister of Little Kentra will definitely pass through the town of Sanger. William and several of them were from Sanger Town, and several of their relatives were parish police officers, and there were police officers to answer them, and it was easy to tie up a weak noble lady. Little Kentra was willing to risk being killed for his sister, and it was very easy to get revenge as long as he tied her up. All we need now is to know the whereabouts of Kentra Jr. โ€

There really wasn't a better way now, and the rest agreed.

A chilly wind blew in his face, and George's feverish brain gradually calmed down. Mr. Brown didn't make a move when Mr. Kentera Sr. was murdered and he was framed, so how could he expect this uncle, who had long since disowned the family, to tell the truth now? But it was not nothing, at least it was certain that these people had some connection with Mr. Brown, and Emma had said that the identities of these people should not be visible, and that their identities could be found in the police records if there were bodies. But when the people chasing after saw that these three people were dead, their first reaction was not to take revenge but to retreat, maybe these three people and the people behind were not in the same group? Or did the people behind them endure for the time being and had other plans? Or did those three people act with hostages without permission and should be punished according to the rules?

George remembered that he was still taking Miss Emily with him, and Miss Emily hadn't made a sound since just now, so he shouldn't have been stunned. "Are you okay?"

Miss Emily tilted her head and said angrily, "It's okay." โ€

Why is the voice so strange? "You're hurt?"

Miss Emily shook her head: "It's okay, I was startled just now and accidentally hit my nose." In fact, George also pressed her the horse's back when he was lying down just now, and her poor nose was knocked out of the nosebleed at once. However, George had good intentions, so she hid the truth about the injury.

George had no doubts. It's normal for the ladies to panic and avoid accidentally hurting themselves, and in fact Miss Emily has been impressed by the fact that she hasn't fainted after what has just happened. "I'm so sorry to involve you in such a horrible thing. I will definitely keep you safe. โ€

Emily believes that George will do her best to protect her, but it is impossible to say what the outcome will be. When the gunshots rang out just now, Emily only had two thoughts in her mind: one was that she regretted that she shouldn't have been so reckless, and her parents here would have been worried, and the other was that George was a traverser? Emily felt that if she didn't ask at this time, she might not have a chance in the future. "Do you believe that souls can travel through time?"

George raised an eyebrow, this brave looking young lady wouldn't be frightened into insanity, would he?"

Emily could also vaguely sense that George didn't look like a traverser, so maybe the traverser was next to George. "How did you find out that cowpox protects against smallpox?"

George suddenly became vigilant, it turned out that Emily approached him because he was concerned about this problem? too many people had already inquired about him about it, and he was very skilled in memorizing the answers. "I've heard rumors in the countryside that cows' milking girls don't get smallpox, so I invested in a couple of doctors to study it. โ€

This was not the answer Emily wanted. "Did anyone sue you when you went on vacation in the country?" Who was the one who told George that cowpox could prevent smallpox?

The more detailed the lie, the easier it is to be exposed, George said perfunctorily: "I also forget when I heard about it, many people know about this rumor." Later, I was inspired by another thing to remember this sentence. Is your father interested in my investments?"

Father?Emily paused for a moment before she remembered that the ladies weren't supposed to be concerned about that. It seems that George has the standard thinking of a man of this era. "No, I admire you very much, this research result has saved a lot of people. I'm just a little curious. โ€

George didn't quite believe Miss Emily's words, her curiosity was clearly beyond the normal range. However, it would be too ungentlemanly to expose it directly. "I just did what I was supposed to do. After I got out of danger, I would love to tell you the story of how I developed a vaccine. He had a lot to do after the escape, and it was enough for the servants to send Miss Emily to her family.

Miss Emily didn't know that George was delaying the army, and suppressed her curiosity for the time being. "Okay, that must be a great story. โ€

There were no more episodes along the way, and Mr. Brown and George's team arrived in a small town in the morning.

Mr. Brown pulls the horse to a halt. He still has something to do today, otherwise he wouldn't have been in a hurry yesterday at night. Now that George is safe and won't pester him anymore, he can't afford to waste any more time.

George knew that Mr. Brown was leaving, and silently moved out of the way. Although he had no reason to keep Mr. Brown today, if Mr. Brown was really involved in these matters, he would not let go of the titular uncle.

Mr. Brown walked past George's group without squinting, as if he had not felt George's scrutinizing gaze at all. It's better never to see it again, either from the Kentra family or his former men.

Emma and Mr. Darcy arrived at their destination at noon. The town of Drews is the central town of the county, and it is more prosperous than the towns along the road.

Emma saw her own reflection in the window, a boy dressed in a baggy servant's outfit, with his hair as messy as a bird's nest as he rode all the way to the wind. "What's your teacher's personality? I mean, can you accept a lady's dress?"

Mr. Darcy felt that accepting the matter was not a problem for Mr. Thomas. "The teacher has a great sense of humor, and if you take off the wig directly in front of him, he will think it's a very creative joke. Mr. Darcy was more conservative, and he thought that Mr. Thomas might be interested in discussing with Emma how to disguise herself skillfully.

Emma's expression was a little subtle. "I really can't think of it. I thought your teacher would be a strict person. "The original owner had the impression that Mr. Darcy was very kind, and Mr. Darcy's tutor when he was a child was also a humorous person, so why did Mr. Darcy grow up like this?

Mr. Darcy thought Emma was a little nervous, and comforted: "A teacher has all the qualities of a gentleman, except for excessive romanticism. So Emma didn't have to worry about whether she could get help or whether Mr. Thomas would accept her actions.

Emma's attention was on another place. "Romanticism?"

Mr. Darcy explains: "The teacher always wanted to be a knight when he was young, and he used to run away from home and seek justice everywhere until he spent all the money he had. โ€

The experience sounded familiar, and Emma chuckled, "Your teacher shouldn't be Don Quixote Thomas, right?"

Mr. Darcy asked rhetorically, "How do you know?"

Emma's eyes widened in surprise. I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized that I had been deceived. Now I believe your teacher is a man of great humor. โ€

After a sleepless night, Emma and Mr. Darcy had not had time to stop to eat a little, and they both looked a little tired, but after a few words of laughter, they were much better.

The servant of Mr. Thomas's family looked suspiciously at the two very suspicious-looking fellows in front of him. Her hair was disheveled, she was dressed in dusty servants' clothes, and even Emma's clothes looked very ill-fitting.

Mr. Darcy repeats sternly: "I am Fitzwilliam Darcy of Derbyshire, and I have come with my cousin to visit my teacher, Mr. Thomas. โ€

The servant felt a sense of oppression in Mr. Darcy's gaze. "Okay, please wait. โ€

Mr. Thomas, who was reading the newspaper in the drawing-room, heard Mr. Darcy visiting him with his cousin, and was surprised to ask the servants to invite them in.

Mr. Thomas took off his glasses, closed the newspaper, and teased Mr. Darcy as he walked ahead, "Is this a Christmas surprise? Oh, this is your cousin?" Mr. Thomas stood up and held out his hand to Emma. "Hello, Fitzwilliam must have introduced me to you. โ€

Emma reached out and shook Mr. Thomas, but instead of introducing herself, she turned her head to look at Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy was accustomed to Mr. Thomas's teasing, and said with a straight face, "No, I have something I want to ask you for help. He glanced at the servant in the living room.

Mr. Thomas's expression hardened. "We went to the study and it was very clean. "From the first time he met Mr. Darcy to now, this is the first time Mr. Darcy has asked for his help, and it must be a very important thing.

However, after Mr. Darcy briefly recounted the situation to him, Mr. Thomas felt that he was still lacking some imagination. "Are you Miss Kentera?" he did think that the young man was thin and delicate, but he was not a young lady by any means.

Emma takes off her wig and says hello to Mr. Thomas. "It's rude, I didn't introduce myself just now, I'm Emma Kentter. Mr. Darcy has indeed introduced you to me. โ€

Emma, Kentra? By the way, Mr. Thomas's mind flashed an idea, and this is not the name of Mr. Darcy when he confronts a young man he doesn't know in the hotel. He had always wondered what kind of young lady could make Mr. Darcy smitten himself, but he didn't expect such an unusual young lady. Mr. Thomas blurted out, "Long looking." โ€

Emma was a little confused. Long-awaited?

Mr. Thomas, realizing that he had accidentally slipped through the cracks, hastened to remedy: "Although I do not participate in the socialization of you young people, I will occasionally hear some news when I go to London. Rest assured, I'm more than happy to help. My old friend is the parish sheriff, and he is definitely trustworthy. โ€

Emma bowed slightly. "Thank you very much. Without further ado, I changed into women's clothes and went with Mr. Darcy to the sheriff. โ€

Mr. Darcy frowned slightly. Mr. Thomas's servants here are not necessarily reliable, and it is not a glorious thing for a young lady to disguise herself as a man. He thought that Emma was not prepared to come forward when she entered Mr. Thomas's house in such an image.

Emma understood what he meant. "One of the charges of the offender is an attempted attempt to murder the young lady of the Earl's house, and how can the charge of the victim's failure to show up be established? "She had already made up her mind to go to see the officer, and she had just come in with Mr. Darcy purely for security reasons and did not want to be separated from Mr. Darcy.

Emma turned to Mr. Thomas. "I don't know if I can borrow your comb here, my comb is broken. "Mr. Darcy and his men were in locked stables, and she went to lead them secretly, and when she pried open the fence with her comb, she used so much force that the comb broke.

Mr. Thomas agreed without hesitation. "Of course, you may need some clothes and powdered jewelry, my wife is out shopping, you can use what you need, I promise she won't mind, she loves to dress up our three daughters, she had to put this hobby on hold after they got married, but I can tell that she still loves it as always, she likes to see beautiful girls dressed up more beautifully. โ€

Emma's parcel contained clothes and shoes, as well as a lot of jewelry, expensive jewelry to show her identity, and on the other hand, throwing jewelry in dangerous situations might cause a riot and stop the enemy. But the fat powder is used up. The man guarding under Mr. Darcy's window looked sturdy, and Emma's fat powder had been spilled out as a weapon to block his vision, otherwise he would not have been defeated by Emma's servants at once. Emma smiled and thanked Mr. Thomas for his kindness and went to get what she needed.

When Emma left the study, Mr. Thomas glanced at Mr. Darcy with a smile. "She's such a special young lady. โ€