Jörgen Alfonso hurried through the alley.

The alleys are flanked by brick walls, which are not too high, so the heavy rain falls almost uncoveredly.

He held a large black umbrella, the big umbrella blocked the rain, and the black high-top boots under his feet were made of cowhide from small cattle grazing on the Albert Snow Mountain, made by the master shoemaker of the Roman Peninsula himself, worth a gold louis, and the waterproof function was very good, even if he stepped on a puddle, there would be no water penetrating into it.

So, instead of dodging the puddles on the ground, Jörgen went straight ahead.

He frowned.

The hem of the black pants made for him by a famous tailor on the British Isle was inevitably splashed with sewage, and the reason why he frowned was that he was so dirty that he could wear it even if he washed it, and he didn't want to continue wearing it.

The frown was not because he was distressed, even if the price of the pants was not much worse than the boots under his feet, he frowned that the master tailor was far away in England, and there were many people who wanted him to make clothes, and if he wanted to invite him to come to Reims City to make clothes for himself, he had to wait in line, and he had not many clothes made by the master himself.

Thinking of this, it is inevitable that I am a little distressed.

"Hello ...... Lord Jörgen"

A dark figure flashed out of the corner and nodded to him.

"Hello Kurtsov......"

Undenied by the sudden appearance of the dark shadow, Jorgen raised his black umbrella upwards to reveal his face, and then, nodding at the other man, he replied nonchalantly.

Then he turned the corner, where the alley was more wide, and a black carriage without any signs was parked, pulled by two black horses, all with black hair and no variegation.

The small building at the other end of the alley has firelight, gunshots, shouts and screams......

In the light of the fire, the two black horses stood silently like ghosts, unbothered by the rain overhead or the distant sounds.

Kurtsov was not tall, but he was extremely stocky, and he looked like a cube, and his width and height seemed to be the same.

He was dressed like the coachman who could be found everywhere on the street, with a white shirt, a yellow waistcoat, and a fedora hat with a wide brim, the brim pressed a little low, covering his broad forehead.

He has a very thick chin, which is the only thing about him that impresses the others.

Don't look at his ordinary appearance, he also specially pulls a car for Jorgen Alfonsol, in fact, he is a second-order knight, and his cultivation realm is the same as that of David Silva, and he has recovered from the army.

In the Southern Corps, he served as the commander of a special operations battalion.

This special operations battalion is composed entirely of knights, and is the main force of the 2nd Southern Army, which has been in the limelight in the recently concluded Iberian campaign, and the reason why it is now pulling the cart for Jörgen is only because he was originally a member of the Alfonso family.

And, he was the master of Jorgen Alfonso.

Don't look at Jorgen Alfonso's strange temperament, he likes to play some perverted games, often leads the children of other families to have fun, and likes to play some role-playing games at Redbeard's base, it seems that it is similar to the occasional waste of those big families, in fact, he is only so indulgent here at Redbeard, as long as he is out of this alley, he seems to be a different person.

Of course, indulgence and perversion are not the masks he wears on purpose.

Actually, it was another him.

As a descendant of the Alfonso family and the third in line to inherit his father's estate, Jörgen actually has a lot of pressure on him, especially under the influence of that person.

"Where's Stefano?"

Kurtsov asked softly as he pulled the door open for Jörgen, and after dropping him in.

"He's in the back. ”

Jörgen said briefly.

"Not waiting?"

"Don't wait!"

Leaning back against the floppy backrest, Jorgen let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

The door closed, and the magic stone lamp hanging on the side of the car lit up, and the warm light sprinkled on the side face of Jörgen, who had a tall nose and a sculptural side face, very handsome.

When he opened his eyes, his blue eyes rolled slightly, and finally, he settled in a place in the carriage.

The carriage shook slightly, without any sound, and the carriage began to move slowly forward.

This time, Jorgen came to Redbeard, playing a perverted game is just a disguise, it is a casual thing, he actually received a family mission, a shady mission, once exposed, the family will never admit to the task.

As the third in line to the throne, Jorgen, who has the title of Playboy, actually controls part of the family's underground forces and is one of the executors of the Shadows.

As mentioned earlier, the Alfonso family has a feud in the north, which is also the reason why the Alfonso family, even if they are blue-blooded nobles, even if they have royal blood, in Reims City, in the south of the empire, and in the French Empire, their names are always under the Leslie family, because most of their strength is placed in the open and secret struggle with that family, and with that family, the Alfonso family can only be swept up in Reims City, and has no influence on the north of Reims City.

That family was the Philippe family, the Duke of Orleans, whose fief was in Orleans in the north.

The cause of the hatred is a little bit old, anyway, when the Alfonso family was at its worst, the whole family was almost destroyed, and if it hadn't begged the Leslie family to completely take refuge in Swan Castle, the Alfonso family would not exist now.

This operation is about that family.

This is because the new mayor of Reims is called Van Gaal Philippe.

Yes, it's that Philip.

In places like Reims, where mayors are generally appointed by the central court, while organizations like Parliament are predominantly locals, there is a balance of power, compromises, and fights between the two.

This was the political model of the French Empire.

Members of the Philippe family served as mayor of Reims, although they were appointed by the central court, however, for the Alfonso family, it was a humiliation and a slap in the face.

It is impossible to endure it like this, without the slightest counterattack.

Otherwise, the Alfonso family will become a joke in the salon of the imperial aristocracy, and if a wealthy family becomes a clown, it will definitely be rejected by the upper class, which is unimaginable.

That's why Jörgen's trip came about.

The plan went well, at least, the first half went well.

However, just as the plan was about to be successfully completed, an unexpected happened.

The opponent's counterattack came so quickly!

Can an outsider have such accurate information?

Jörgen fell into deep thought.

His actions this time were deep and precise, fast, ruthless, and accurate......

Determining the whereabouts of the target person is very fast, after all, as a land snake, there are a lot of resources to use, although the target is protected by a transcendent, but the actual combat ability of this transcendent seems to be worrying, and it is easily mobilized by a small trick, and in the very short time that the bodyguard left the target person, Jörgen also launched an operation.

The action went smoothly, and the target was stunned before he had time to react.

Then, a series of operations were sent to Redbeard's base at night.

The other party's follow-up reaction, Jorgen also sent someone to keep an eye on it, and after the person who protected it disappeared, the transcendent person did not make a noise, but quickly returned to the mayor's mansion.

Van Gaal Philippe must have been surrounded by transcendent people who were good at divination.

It's just that Jorgen is also guarding against this hand.

Unless the soothsayer around Van Gaal is a mid-level powerhouse, otherwise, there is no way to track it at all, as a powerful land snake, the Alfonso family also has many means of isolating the divination of the transcendent, so even if the soothsayer around Van Gaal is a mid-level, it will take a lot of time to capture the specific location of the target person.

And Jörgen only needs one night, and after this night, even if the other party can't track him down, he will send someone to lure Van Gaal here, otherwise, there will be no good show to watch.

As for Redbeard, he is nothing more than a pawn that can be discarded.

As a wild transcendent, Redbeard has a lot of problems of his own, and the transcendent of the family has indeed helped him and made him have expectations for the future, however, the transcendent of the family has also arranged a back door at Redbeard, a deadly back door, which only needs a primer, and when it is gently activated, it is like pressing a button, and Redbeard will explode.

He will be the scapegoat for this incident.

This guy didn't actually know the seriousness of the matter, he only knew that Jörgen had captured an important person, and he was going to have a good time today, but he didn't know how important this important person was.

It's a pity!

I didn't expect Van Gaal's reaction speed to be so fast, and he came to the door so quickly.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall!

Therefore, Jorgen Alfonso chose to leave as soon as possible.

He believed that Stefano would be able to help him solve his troubles, which was the consciousness of a dead man, and as for Redbeard, he would die before Stefano and was the main one in this incident.

After all, that guy often does something similar.

It is not that there are no noble ladies who have been taken captive by him, and now, there are also corpses buried in the mud in the backyard of the small building.

The carriage stopped, and outside, the shrill sound of sirens echoed one after another.

"Police raid, get out of the car!"

Outside the car window, someone was shouting.

Jorgen didn't move, his hands still folded in front of his chest, as if he were sleeping.

Kurtsov sat in the driver's seat of the carriage and did not get out of the carriage, he stared indifferently at the two policemen blocking the road, and then, looking around, a group of policemen in raincoats were walking towards the small building of Redbeard amid the shrill whistle.

He pulled out a document from his arms and handed it to the policeman who was staring angrily at him and wanted to get angry.

The policeman took the document, looked at it, shook his body, as if holding a coal, and almost threw it out, and then, holding it in both hands, he very respectfully returned it to Kurtsov.

"My lord, excuse me!"

The police sincerely apologized.