Doug opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at the wall clock, there was no light in the dark room, but he could still see the blurry hour hand.

"Very punctual!"

Waking up at 4 a.m. has become a habit for him, as has it for him to use a clock to check the time.

Doug forced himself out of the warm bed and quickly put on thick clothes, the fireplace in the house was not allowed to be used for some reason, and it was not pleasant to stay in such a cold room in winter.

Doug rubbed his hands vigorously, rubbed his face with his hot palms, took out a piece of frozen white bread from the kitchen cabinet, fumbled for a bowl of warm water, broke it and soaked it in, and walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Fire is not allowed in the house at night, but fortunately there is still a little conscience above, and he has a hot water kettle produced by the royal alchemy workshop, and the two gold louis things are easy to use, and the hot water is filled in the evening, and it is warm all night, barely able to maintain the basic needs of life.

The desk was next to the window, outside of which was 17 Rue de Lutesia, with a small slit in the curtains, and a monocular stood on the desk, facing the main building of the Marquis de Lorraine opposite.

This was Doug's task, and every day from half past four in the morning, he sat here to observe the movements in the villa area opposite, and it was not until half past seven in the evening that his companions in other positions would replace him.

While eating bread and looking out with his eyes against the telescope, Doug has been so skilled that he can keep his mouth without spilling a little soup, and his eyes will not shake a little.

"Well, Aunt Lugley, who is shopping for groceries, is ready to go out, who is with her today?"

"Well? It's Hippok? Is this chubby maid really that attractive?

Alone at home all day, despite the rules that prohibit talking, Doug still has a problem with talking to himself, otherwise he will go crazy.

The servants of the Marquis of Lorraine used to get up at five o'clock, but since ten days ago, they suddenly got up at six o'clock, only the first-class maid who bought vegetables, Lu Geli, would get up at half past three and go out at four o'clock, this change made Doug very depressed, if Lu Geli also got up at six o'clock, how good it would be, he could secretly sleep until half past five.

After snoring and eating a bowl of hot water-soaked bread, Doug's stomach became hot, and he took out a notebook from the drawer of his desk, and began his daily record by the dim light of the street lamp outside the window.

The ink pen slid across the paper and made a rustling sound, which was very clear in the quiet room, but Doug suddenly felt that something was wrong with the sound today, as if a shutter of sound had mixed in.

Doug's professionalism was so high that he quickly reached for a rope near the windowsill and turned his head alertly to look into the room.

There was nothing in the room except for a large shadow patch, and Doug, who was familiar with everything in the room, did not notice anything unusual.

"Living here alone all day, I have auditory hallucinations, and when this cycle is over, Lao Tzu must leave this ghost place......"

Doug bowed his head again and wrote on the paper, but the curtain in front of him moved slightly, which once again caused him to feel uneasy, because he had never opened the window, and the wind could not blow in at night.

Doug reached for the rope, but an eerie shadow suddenly slipped over him, blocking his movements.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Someone punched him in the cheek, and the back of the head was then filled with a guy.

"I'm extraordinary....... Doug fainted as soon as his eyes darkened.

.........

.........

A scoop of cold water splashed on his face, and Doug woke up with a spirit.

Being splashed with cold water in the winter, even a good-tempered gentleman can't stand it, let alone a ninth-rank "knight"?

"Bastard, whoever you are, you're going to pay for today's events, the price of blood......."

After Doug finished saying a cruel word, he suddenly felt that his speech was a little out of voice, and only then did he realize that he had lost a few teeth.

"Bastard ......"

"Boom!"

The crisp sound of the blade rubbing against the sword box sounded, and Doug immediately shut up, he still knows the truth of "a good man does not suffer immediate losses", and pretending to be stupid is the most appropriate coping strategy at present.

Doug looked up, he had to carefully remember the appearance of the hateful guy in front of him, he had a special ability to remember, and he could draw a portrait of eight or nine points in the future.

But Doug was destined to be disappointed, the murderer in front of him was masked, his wide cloak covered his body, and the long sword in his hand was still waving around in front of him, making it difficult for Doug to concentrate.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

The two said the same sentence in unison, but one was calm and the other was fierce.

"Smack!"

The blade of the longsword slapped flattening, knocking out one of Doug's teeth.

“.......”

Charles withdrew his sword and said lightly: "I ask you to answer, if you say one more word, you will knock out a tooth, and you should be able to understand the consequences of losing your teeth!"

After coming to this world, Charles found that although there was the germ of capitalist industry here, the medical level was still very backward, people's teeth were generally not very good, most of the 'toothmakers' would extract teeth and not fill teeth, and the life expectancy of people with bad teeth was generally not very high, so the consequences of losing teeth were very serious.

Doug kept his mouth shut, although he was an extraordinary person with a self-healing ability that was several times stronger than that of ordinary people, but if the tooth was knocked out, it would not grow back, unless he encountered a 'miracle' that could not be found.

And how the other party's sword was swung over, he didn't even see it clearly, it was obviously a powerful guy.

"Who are you?"

"Doug Bilal. ”

"Tell me who you are and who you play for!"

"I'm a family, I'm just playing for myself. Doug Bilal's answer was smooth and true.

"What publisher do you work for?"

“.......”

"No publisher has been willing to publish ....... for me yet," Doug Bilal told the truth.

"You amateur street fighter, you dare to fool me here, do you really think I can't see what you are?"

"Smack!"

Doug's cheeks were swollen and a tooth was falling out.

"Will the family have such a delicate telescope? Will the family get up at four o'clock in the morning every day and smear the creations in the house? Will the family record these things on paper?"

Charles threw the telescope and notebook in front of Doug Bilal and asked coldly again, "I ask you one last time, what is your identity and who do you play for?"

Doug Bilal's face changed, his face was grim, his eyes were resolute, and he no longer looked like a timid and cowardly ordinary person.

"Before I answer you, you identify yourself, and I must remind you that if anything happens to me, no matter who you are, you will not escape......"

Charles smiled and said lightly: "Our people from the Military Intelligence Agency will not be afraid of any threat, don't challenge my patience again......"

Doug Bilal opened his mouth wide, his eyes bewildered, then stunned, and finally his eyes burned with anger.

"You despicable fellow, you dare to pretend to be the MIA, you are dead......"

Charles squinted his eyes and asked with a smirk, "How do you know I'm not from the MIA?"

"Because we're the MIA's!" Doug Bilal let out a suppressed roar.

"Huh!"

Charles didn't expect to verify a guess in his heart so quickly, people in this world generally have super high force values, but their brain circuits are generally straight.

"I didn't say I was from the Flensian Military Intelligence Agency, go back and tell your director, we have eaten the fat meat of the Chevalier family, let him stop beating their ideas......"

Doug Bilal's face became solemn, and he said very seriously: "Prussian people, we have always been non-aggressive, but you are too much, I don't need to tell our director, I can tell you on behalf of the Flensians, you don't think!"

"Humph!"

Charles snorted coldly, knocking Doug Bilal unconscious with a single punch.

"MIA, Prussians, that's really interesting......"

Charles took off his masked face scarf, revealing the face of a handsome middle-aged man.