At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining.

The wind cheered in the golden sunlight, bringing with it the salty smell of the distant sea level, and if it weren't for the occasional garbage on the ground, the street trees with their heads mostly drooping, the storm of last night was like a dream, as if it had never been there, this is the city of Reims by the sea, in an oceanic climate.

Most importantly, this is the south, and the sun is relatively abundant.

It was different if it was on the Noria Peninsula in the north of the Empire, which was separated from the British Empire by a narrow strait, and although it was not possible to see each other on a clear day, a knight with sufficient strength could still swim through the strait if he jumped into the sea.

The weather there is also similar to that of the British island, damp and sunny.

Watson Strong lived for a time in the coastal city of Atdam on the Norya Peninsula, where he spent his childhood, his mother was an Atdammer, not a commoner, his grandfather was a small country nobleman, and his father served in the army before inheriting the status of nobleman, a member of the Orleans Regiment in the north, a small second lieutenant.

Twenty years ago, there was a conflict between the French Empire and the Northern Confederation, it was a skirmish, but the front-line corps commanders of the two sides clashed because of a miscalculation, the battle lasted only two days, and it was stopped by their respective defense chiefs, after all, although the French Empire and the Northern Confederation were not allies, they were not enemies.

Fran has no ambitions for the northern ice field, although those countries of the Northern Federation have ambitions for the territory of the French Empire, their own strength is not enough, and the countries where the Federation is located have their own contradictions, and it can only be nonsense to unite and go south.

However, Watson Strong's maternal grandfather was unlucky and died in that battle, leaving behind an orphan and widow, and Watson's mother, who was still a young girl, lived with his grandfather and grew up under the strict discipline of the stubborn old man, who demanded that she follow the rules and become a true lady with a husband and children.

In order for his title to pass on, the old man was ready to let a knight marry Watson's mother.

It was a middle-aged knight in his forties, he lost his left eye because of the battle, and there were so many scars on his face, in short, it was an ugly-looking middle-aged man, and Watson's mother, at that time, was only eighteen years old, and she was a beautiful aristocratic lady, and she naturally did not want to.

In fact, Watson's mother is a very bold girl who was trained like a boy by her father since she was a child, good at fencing, and even cultivated the seed of fighting qi in the dantian qihai, but because her father died in battle and lived in her grandfather's house, she was forced to put away her child-like personality and disguise herself as a lady.

It's just that she has a bottom line.

Marrying an ugly middle-aged man who is about the same age as her own father is beyond her bottom line.

So, she ran away from marriage.

All the way south, women disguised themselves as men, and came to Bahrain, the capital of the French Empire.

Later, she goes through a lot of things, as described in The Knight, falling in love with a man who is married and has children with the surname Strong.

The story is very vulgar, that is, the description of the Ninth Rank Knight.

In short, while Watson was still an infant, his mother took him back to the seaside village town on the Norya Peninsula in the north, by which time his maternal grandfather was dying.

In fact, Watson Strong had another name before he was accepted by the Strong family.

His original name was Watson Snett, a name that stayed with him for more than a decade until he was officially added to the family tree by the Strong family, and then changed to Strong.

In fact, if it weren't for that incident, because of that woman, he could have lived a good life.

He had inherited the title from his grandfather, so he was Baron Snet, and in the future, if he got married and had children, one of the boys would inherit the name of Snett's family, and he could inherit the manor in the country, and hundreds of acres of land, and most of the real estate in that township.

After all, a hundred years ago, all the inhabitants of that town were the lords of the Snett family, and he could even control their life and death, deciding everything for them.

It's just that the woman made him disgusted with everything.

Now, he has chosen self-exile.

Yes, he himself knows in his heart that his so-called ambition, his so-called dreams are extremely slim, even if he has the head of a scholar, even if he has read a lot of books and knows a lot of knowledge, however, for the occult, logical knowledge is not important, what matters is that little spirituality.

Therefore, what he did, all the research was in vain.

It's like under the paws of an elephant, a cockroach struggles in vain.

If the elephant does not remove the paws of its feet, no matter how much the cockroach struggles, there is no way to break free.

Immersing oneself in these doomed futile studies is not so much a struggle as a scrappy effort, but in fact, it is nothing more than an anesthetic, a kind of self-exile, a struggle to not get caught up in the memories of the past......

Of course, Watson Strong himself would not admit it.

At this time, the sun was shining on his face, and he was sitting on the sofa chair on the balcony on the third floor, and on the small coffee table in front of him, a coffee cup was steaming.

This is his home, a small three-story building, the first floor is the façade of the clinic, the third floor is where he lives, the second floor has several empty rooms, is the utility room, and now the two Duran siblings live there, in addition to this, the small building has a large basement, where his laboratory is located, where all his occult research is located.

In the first place, it was because of this huge basement that he bought this small building.

The neighborhood where Xiaolou is located is extremely unsafe, and it is only a street away from Redbeard's stronghold, so it is conceivable that the influence of the gangs here far exceeds that of the government.

Watson is a doctor and runs a clinic, because he is a military doctor, and the treatment of bruises and knife wounds is very accurate and fast, so he is also at home in this neighborhood, although most of the patients in his clinic are injured gangsters and street girls like Natalie, and ordinary patients come to see very few patients, even so, even for these patients, the income of the clinic is more than enough to support him and the Duran siblings.

Of course, this money is not enough to invest in the study of the occult.

That's a bottomless pit!

A black hole that can't see the bottom!

For this reason, Watson Strong's savings have been depleted, in fact, in fact, his research has been bogged down in the past few months, and the experiments he has done are just repeating the past, and he has no way to find the right path in the labyrinth.

Perhaps, there is no right path.

It's a labyrinth with no way out, a labyrinth that keeps him trapped here forever.

However, after a tiring night last night, he found a path in the labyrinth, where this road leads, whether it is the right way out, he is actually confused in his heart, however, after all, there is a direction.

As long as he goes down this road, there is hope, which is better than staying where he is now, and of course, to embark on this road, he still needs certain conditions.

In the sunlight, Ryan's figure came into view.

He was dressed in a black gentleman's suit, with a top hat, a cane, and gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look much more mature, and he did not look like a childish boy of sixteen or seventeen.

Watson's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ryan Charr, the boy who brought the Duran siblings, the gifted man who made a mutual aid agreement with him, was the beginning of all changes, and he was the man.

At this time, three or four teenagers in jackets with oil and oil staggered out of the boxes across the street.

Watson Strong frowned.

He got up from his couch and walked briskly downstairs.

The security in this neighborhood is very bad, when Redbeard is there, there are certain rules, everyone must abide by the rules under Redbeard, although this rule is also very bad, but after all, it is better than no rules now.

Watson had been in this neighborhood for a while, and he knew what was going on here, and if he was dressed like Ryan Charles and entered this neighborhood without any guards, it was like a sheep entering a pack of wolves, and it was as if honey had been placed in front of a black bear, like the boys who came out of the alley could not refuse such a temptation.

So, Watson immediately went downstairs.

It's not that he's worried that Ryan will be hurt, a gifted person, no matter how wasteful, is not something that the boys below can bully, unless those guys take it by surprise from behind.

What he is worried about is Ryan's counterattack, in his opinion, Ryan Charles can only use extraordinary means to get rid of the entanglement of these guys, but if he does that, things will also get bigger, and some bad legends will spread, unless Ryan kills these guys, but it is not good to kill them in broad daylight.

Watson knew one of these boys, who had treated a knife wound with him, but the guy had no money, no medical fees, not even medicine, and said that he owed him a favor.

Or, he stepped forward and was able to stop the other party.

Just as Watson went downstairs, the boys who turned to the street had already seen Ryan, and the boys looked at each other, did not speak, and there was a consensus.

Fat sheep!

Yes, Ryan Charles is a fat sheep in their eyes!

It should be a lost fat sheep, maybe a young man who is ignorant of the world, otherwise, how could he break into here? This is the forbidden area of those rich young masters.

Of course, Ryan also saw these guys who came with bad intentions on his own.

A little farther away, two guys broke away from the crowd and walked towards the opposite street, their steps slightly quickened, the intention was very obvious, they wanted to turn behind Ryan, so that Ryan had nowhere to escape.

Of course, they did it very secretively, and they didn't even look at Ryan anymore, just because they were afraid that Ryan would find out and run away.

Ay......

Ryan sighed.