The auditorium was closed.

In the midst of a pile of still warm corpses, Lorraine was chatting and laughing with the newly captured Baron Torresias.

Talking and laughing is literal.

Although the captive ones were apprehensive, and the captives were in a dilemma, with the social skills cultivated in the aristocratic tradition, they were still able to maintain decency and subtlety, at least on the surface.

In fact, not so long ago, Lorraine was not as calm as she seems now, for no other reason, and there were so many surprises tonight that people were a little overwhelmed.

First, the difficulty of the main mission has been greatly escalated, and without warning it has gone from simply blasting a militia battalion to locating, controlling and destroying its core munitions depot in a heavily guarded underground fortress.

Immediately afterwards, Blackbeard jumped to the front of the stage, and instead of Lorraine, he attracted the attention of the entire fortress.

And then there's Torlesias......

Encountering Torresias in the bunker was the last and most important accident of the night, and its weight was so heavy that it almost crushed the entire operation.

In the face of such a hot potato, should you kill or stay?

The answer seems to be the only one.

Torrecias was a Spanish nobleman, not descended from a nobleman whose name had a "de" in between, but the head of a family, a baron appointed by the emperor and blessed by a cardinal.

Although the title of baron is low, as long as it is a nobleman, it has an incomparable divine privilege in the conventions of the white world.

Killing him would mean that Lorraine would have to take a huge political risk.

Because there is no impermeable wall in this world.

After the operation is over, the matter of Lorraine and the Drake Chamber of Commerce as mercenaries of the task force will soon be known, and even the information that Lorraine, as a troop scout, infiltrated the fortress first to preside over the sabotage operation is not too hidden from anyone who cares about it.

It was the duty of privateer traders to accept their own military hires and fight bravely, and the attitude of every maritime power was similar.

Drake's involvement in the capture of San Carlos would not have damaged the Chamber's relationship with any Spanish authorities, but if Lorraine had killed Torresias, or had left Torrecia alone in the blast area, the nature of the event would have taken a turn for the worse.

The fact that a noble baron had died in a bunker without dignity alone was enough for justice to turn into personal outrage, and Lorraine and his Drake Chamber of Commerce were directly on the list of despicable throughout the Kingdom of Spain.

Thinking of this, Lorraine was depressed and just wanted to look up to the sky and howl......

He turned his head desperately, and tried hard, hard, to think of a way to get the baron out of the civilian camp alive before the blasting began, but the result was sad, and reason told Lorraine that any seemingly safe method was fundamentally impossible to actually carry out until the thunder exploded.

The militia barracks are Torresias' lair.

Bringing him alive to the ground before the explosion, he only had to shout in the middle of the road, and all Lorraine's efforts for nearly a month had to be wasted.

As for staying in the bunker and waiting for the explosion......

There was no guarantee that the underground ramparts would collapse entirety after a massive explosion, and if they were buried alive by their own plans, Lorraine suspected that even the good-natured Niord would be willing to take in the soul of such a fool.

It's not without the best of both worlds, such as controlling the scale of the explosion and turning the earth-shattering thunder that was enough to overwhelm the entire civilian army camp into a small lightning bolt that only blasts the ordnance into ashes.

Without ordnance, the combat effectiveness of the civilian army would have been sharply reduced, but in this way it was necessary to use means to preserve most of the gunpowder and store artillery shells independently.

Luckily, Henna came up with a new idea.

Instead of basing her on the ability to fight back by destroying or even destroying bunkers, she lowered the bar to "delays" by setting up a second tipping point in the passage relatively far from the arsenal, and using explosives to blow up as much of the only passage in and out of the auditorium as possible.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and because of Henna's proposal, the siege plan was finally back on the right track to be implemented.

Bato, who had been dragging oil bottles all the way, finally began to show his value.

In the demolition section, he studied under Acharin, and was the most familiar with gunpowder among the people brought by Lorraine, and the one who played it best.

He was solely responsible for setting the detonation point and setting up the initiating mechanism, which was expected to take about an hour.

Henna stood guard at the door of the auditorium, just in case, and Lorraine had nothing to do, so she simply chatted with Torresias.

"Your Excellency, I have heard that the Watergate Tower has been attacked." Lorraine casually opened a topic that was not polite, "As the commander of the defense of the San Carlos Fortress, I thought that you would definitely go over and preside over the overall situation in person, who knows, I will actually meet you in the bunker." ”

"I didn't expect to meet an English scout in the gospel fortress." Torresias shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Drake, I am already your prisoner, please tell me the truth, the attack on the two majors really did not come from the British?" ”

"In fact, I saved Major Marat's life."

"Marat......" Torrecia blinked, "he's treasonous?" ”

Lorraine couldn't help but laugh: "No, no, no, to be precise, the Spanish pseudonym I entered into San Carlos to protect him, not the British mercenary Lorraine. Drake. ”

"So you deceived him."

"That's an accurate statement." Lorraine nodded in approval, with a look of remembrance on her face, "I went to Major Marat that day, originally just to take advantage of the political contradictions in San Carlos to lobby the Major to destroy the city defenses or attack the civilian army, and establish an advantage for our next siege battle, but I really didn't expect to encounter an attack." So I don't dare to take credit for protecting him......"

"You ......," Torrecia pondered his words, "it sounds like you've had a head-to-head confrontation with the attackers, do you know who they are?" Have they ever said who is behind them, even if it is a deliberately misleading lie......"

Lorraine raised his hand to interrupt him: "Your Excellency, do you remember your siege of a great pirate on the San Juan River seven months ago?" ”

"The Fly Thomas?"

"That's him. Thomas the Fly, one of the pirate kings of the Caribbean. The attacker this time was another pirate king, Blackbeard, and as far as I know, there seems to be some unknown connection between them. ”

"Implicated?" Torresias' expression was strange, "Master and apprentice? Rival? Or...... Lover? ”

"They seem to be chasing the same thing, you know what it is?"

Torresias shook his head repeatedly: "How can I know what the pirates are looking for. ”

"That's weird. Since you don't know what the pirate kings are pursuing, why would you give up a ship and possessions that are obviously more valuable, instead choosing the personal belongings of the pirate king, which should be worthless to a nobleman? Could it be that a mere curiosity is worth tens of thousands of pounds in your heart? ”

"Marata ......"

"Yes, Major Marat told me a lot because of his dissatisfaction with you. How much do you think he knows, and how much does he say? ”

Torrecia immediately shut his mouth.

After a moment of silence, Lorraine crossed Erlang's legs with a smile: "Antonio. Morality. Mr. Torresias, it is probably the overly relaxed atmosphere that has made you forget something, and I may remind you about it. ”

"You are the garrison commander and civilian officer of the Fortress of San Carlos, and I am a mercenary of the Royal Navy of England who is about to attack San Carlos."

"We are in a hostile relationship, and although it is against the respect of the civilized world for the noble bloodline, it would be a great achievement for me to kill you."

"Life is precious, Your Excellency, Commander."

Lorraine folded her fingers on her knees, a smile on her face like a spring breeze and rain.

"I also have an orthodox aristocratic education, and I am not a kidnapper and extortionist bandit. I'm not going to say anything threatening to cut off your head without telling you the secret, but I do think about your value. ”

"If, for example, your body had been hung from the bell tower of a church in the midst of our siege, would the resistance of the valiant British soldiers be weaker, and would we have paid a little less blood if we wanted to win?"

"It's tempting, really, just as tempting as the idea of cutting off your head without telling the secret, and it will save me a lot of trouble, at least I don't have to worry about how to get you alive out of the heavily guarded militia barracks, you say, right?"

"The Gospel of St. Mary has a secret passage leading to the lakeside, and it is not troublesome to take me out of the barracks alive, and you don't need a headache at all!" Torresias' face was pale, and he spoke quickly, "Also, Thomas the Fly, is looking for the legendary fountain of youth, and it seems that he is very close. His harvest is recorded in secret language in his nautical diary, which is now in my estate on the island of Zapatla, where I have taken notes to decipher the secret language and the information that three generations of our family have collected over the course of fifty years. ”

"God testifies, I am your captive!"

"I demand security and treatment commensurate with my status, while also authorizing you to dispose of all my personal belongings, including those in the fortress of San Carlos and all the possessions on the island of Zapatla."

"You are standing by the pool of the mysterious fountain of youth, honorable Mr. Drake. But if I have three long and two short, you may lose its ......"