The distance from Swancherin Castle to Reims City is fifty kilometers in a straight line.

You can take a boat ride along the Reims River or take a horse-drawn carriage and gallop along the official road.

It is faster to go by carriage, but although the official road is smooth, the shock absorption function of the four-wheeled carriage is also good, and it is still a little uncomfortable to sit in the carriage, after all, no matter how good the shock absorption is, it is not as good as the car on the water blue star, however, even if the car is driving on such an official road, it is still very bumpy. As for the boat, people are more comfortable, as long as you don't get seasick, but it will be delayed for a lot of time, even if it is from the upstream down, the speed of the boat is relatively slow after all.

Of course, this is the choice of ordinary people.

Ron Leslie is no ordinary person, he has other options.

He led Sean out of the balcony, and instead of going down the stairs, he walked up, and after a while, after climbing a few flights of stairs, he and Sean came to the top of Swan Castle, which was a circular platform.

The mountain wind blew quickly, blowing the sound of hunting in clothes.

Sean Randolph took a whistle out of his coat pocket, he took it in his mouth, and soon, the sharp whistle floated in the wind, hovering in the sky overhead, extremely ethereal.

After a while, a dark shadow appeared in the sky.

The black shadow swirled and descended, from small to large, and finally, a black swan fluttered its wings and landed in front of the two of them.

It was a very large black swan, like a goose and a chick compared to an ordinary swan, and Ron Leslie and Sean Randolph were both relatively thin and small, standing in front of the black swan, not as tall as its shoulders.

Take the whistle, Sean has words in his mouth.

Very strange language, similar to a variant of the divine script, in the air, there are energy fluctuations.

Hearing this voice, the black swan seemed to understand what Sean meant, and soon, it crouched down and lay on the ground, at this time, its back was exposed, and between the wings, two seats were tied, just like the seat compartment on the air force fighter plane of the water blue star.

Ron Leslie got on the back of the Black Swan and sat down in the seat in the back, and Sean Randolph followed closely and sat in the front, which was closer to the neck of the Black Swan, where was the rider's position.

After the two sat down, Sean once again uttered an unknown language.

The black swan stood up, spread its wings, took two steps forward, and its huge body rose from the ground, kicking up some dust, and in an instant, it flew towards the sky, and soon, it became a small black dot.

In a room on the mountainside, Leo Leslie stood on the balcony, watching the black swan fly in the direction of Reims City, his face sinking like water.

There's still time!

He firmly believes that he still has time!

Leo Leslie has a face exactly the same as Ron Leslie, the only difference between the two is that he has thick and dark hair, unlike Ron's gray hair that has become gray and thin, in addition, his facial features, height, and even his expression are the same, of course, his eyes are a little more abrupt than Ron's, which is a reflection of his long-term military life.

When the black swan disappeared from sight, Leo turned around and walked back indoors.

The room was dressed up in a very ordinary way, just an ordinary reception room, with a set of sofas, and now, next to the sofas, there were two people, who were not seated, but stood on one side of the sofa, respectfully.

Among them, there is Viscount Rozier.

He put his hands on the outside of his thighs, bent over, and lowered his head, just like Sean standing next to Ron, everything about him was because the person in front of him, Leo, could deprive him of everything, fame, status and wealth with a word, so he was so respectful.

The same is true for the other person.

Lebon Randolph, Sean Randolph's brother, at the beginning, both of them were playmates of the two Ron brothers, but the elder brother Sean waited for Ron, and Lebon was waiting for Leo.

Sean is a year older than Lebang, also because of his age, Sean became the chief steward of Swan Castle, but Lebang was exiled and could only serve as the business director of the Leslie family, responsible for the affairs of the merchant house in the north, in fact, it was equivalent to being banished from the circle of power, and his experience was no different from Leo, so the two were closely united.

A common misfortune made them allies.

Of course, this alliance is dominated by Leo Leslie, and Lebang is just his subordinate, doing things for him, searching for information for him, similar to a character like Rozier, except that Leo trusts him more.

Walking over to the couch, Leo Leslie sat down.

After that, he raises his hand and then puts it down again.

"Sit down......"

At this time, the two people standing next to the sofa sat down, and the order of sitting was also divided into front and back, and after Dele Bang sat down, Viscount Rozier put his butt on the sofa, and the back was behind him, but Rozier did not dare to lean back, but sat straight, just like in the original Southern Army, and Leo was still his original boss.

"My brother and your brother rode this black swan to Reims ......"

Leo looked at Lebang and said with a smile.

"It seems that my poor nephew is about to be taken by God, otherwise, my old brother will definitely not leave his side, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not give up!"

With that, he wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!"

When he did so, the expressions on Rozier's and Lebon's faces stiffened, and they could only smile silently, which was rather awkward.

"It seems that your news is not wrong and deserves to be rewarded!"

Leo Leslie nodded at Lebang.

Lebon Randolph bared his teeth, and this time, he smiled a little wider.

"As for you......"

Leo Leslie turns to Rozier.

"Are you arranged?"

Viscount Rozier pursed his somewhat dry lips and nodded nervously.

"All by accident?"

Leo squinted.

"It's all an accident that can't be traced, there is no transcendent aura, even if the royal case-solving expert makes a move, he won't find any traces?"

Rozier nodded vigorously, too hard, as if he was going to shake off his head, and at this moment, sweat slipped from his forehead, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

"I'm thinking about you, don't miss anything......"

Leo Leslie laughed.

"My old brother is getting a little older, and he is not a tiger without minions! If you make any mistake and are caught by him, you had better report to God first, so as not to suffer more, and at that time, I will not be able to do anything!"

Rozier wiped his sweat and nodded.

"Sir, I understand, I know what to do......"