That night, Lorraine and Caterina walked into the gloomy cellar of Kent Manor.

The smell here was bad, musty, fresh blood, and the smell of rotting organic matter mixed together to form a precipitate that could not be described in words, giving weight to the air and filling the ribcage with no way to get rid of it.

But no one expected to find any element of sunshine in a place made for lynching and captivity, so the two of them didn't say much, but followed the leading servant all the way all the way to the penultimate cell.

In his cell, Bach sat cross-legged on a pile of thatch, and was pulling a bowl of moldy wheat rice by the dim candlelight, which looked particularly sweet.

Lorraine snorted at the servant, who understood, took out the key, removed the chain, and opened the cell door for Lorraine.

Even so, Bach still didn't stop grilling the rice, insisting that there was any difference, and it seemed to eat faster.

Considering that it was rude to interrupt someone to eat, Lorraine simply waited quietly for him to finish eating, and stopped Caterina who was about to summon people, so that she would not make a sound.

In silence, Bach ate faster and faster, and soon lived up to expectations and was half choked to death.

He bulged his eyes, his face was purple, and he reached out to grab the water cup in front of him, Lorraine gently raised his foot, kicked the water glass far away, and splashed the water on the ground.

I'm going to die......

The sudden movement froze Bach in place, and soon grabbed his throat and began pounding his chest desperately.

Lorraine leaned over and gently squeezed his arms, slowly but surely, until he was forced to stretch his chest, unable to spit out the grain of rice in his throat no matter how much he struggled.

His face became purpleer and his breathing became heavier and heavier, but he still didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to raise his head, he just kicked his legs helplessly, the slower he pedaled, the softer he pedaled.

The moment he stopped kicking, Lorraine suddenly let go of his hands and lifted his foot to kick him hard in the lower abdomen.

Bach flew upside down and slammed into the wall, blood, stomach acid, dry knots, and soaked grains of rice spurting out of his throat at the same time.

He lay on the ground and coughed desperately, coughing as hard as he could, crawling over and lying at Lorraine's feet, trying to kiss the tip of his shoe.

Lorraine coughed in disgust: "Mr. Bach, is the wheat rice delicious?" ”

"Sir...... My lord...... I've told you everything I know. There is no need to use torture...... There really is no need to torture...... I know the times. ”

"I know you know what matters, but that's what I hate about you. Take. ”

The men of the old tavern were quickly taken out of the cellar by the servants who guarded them, including Bach's wife and daughter, and slowly drove out of Kent Manor.

In the carriage, Bach hugged his wife and looked at Lorraine, who had been smoked out of the carriage by them and made alongside the groom.

"Redhead, that horrible gentleman is your new employer?"

"To redeem you, the captain paid the earl three hundred pounds." Caterina took a little girl of eight or nine years old into her arms with pity, and whispered, "If it weren't for the knowledge that my goddaughter was also sent to Kent Manor, I would not have begged the captain to save you." ”

"Kate is my angel and I always knew ......"

"You don't know." Caterina glanced at Bach, "Your mouth is too fast to drag the captain into the water." ”

"I ...... This is for self-preservation. ”

"Telling Count Galvez that the people who saved him were a bunch of pirates does not clear you of your crimes, to be precise, it is to be said to harm others and not to yourself. If it weren't for the captain's clean net worth, the whole New World would not have been able to find a single wanted warrant for him, and now that he has been hanged on the sand islands of the Delta, I and my new companions on board would not have been spared. Old friend, you did something stupid. ”

Bach's face flushed: "You stole my information first." Your captain used my intelligence to make a difference in front of the French, and I didn't expect you to come to my rescue. ”

"But here we are."

"You're here...... What do you want? ”

"I just don't want kind-hearted little Kate to have her life ruined because of her stupid father. As for my captain, he is now the Count's bodyguard. ”

"You want to use me to find out what is bad for the French?"

"Yes."

"But I was captured by the French and released unscathed, and no one will continue to trust me in this matter."

"I know you're not alone in this city, but you're the best, and there's always a way to gather information from somewhere else. The captain said that money is not an issue. ”

……

Money is not an issue.

Having established a steady channel with professional intelligence traffickers, Lorraine quickly felt the difference.

News from the entire New Orleans, and even the northern suburbs, continued to flow to the Jackdaw, and Lorraine had most of the information on the key hot search of "Galvis" without leaving home.

Bach carried out the first refinement, Carmen and Noah were responsible for the second refinement, and the information sent to Lorraine was extremely targeted, and each item was closely related to the Count's life.

The assassination that Lorraine directed and staged literally muddied the backwaters of the Battle of New Orleans.

Everyone thought that some nobleman in France had murderous intentions towards the earl, and the ghosts were excited, and the whole of New Orleans was nocturnal.

The fastest of these were the British.

Through their Indian allies, they placed a hefty bounty in an Aboriginal tavern, and the person who posted the bounty tried to disguise himself as a pro-French Chitimacha tribe, but this disguise was done carelessly, and the intelligence traffickers easily revealed themselves to be the pro-British Blackfoot tribe.

They offered a bounty of 100 leather shotguns, 30 of which were used as deposits, which had been divided equally between the two small tribes.

Lorraine immediately sent the news to Karen and Acharin of Kent Manor, asking them to step up their guard. On the other side, the Jackdaw sailed upstream, down the wide Mississippi River, into Lake Pontcharten, north of New Orleans.

According to the source, the Indians had placed the Earl's route to and from the battlefield and the barracks, and were preparing to attack from both sides of the Great Lake and the lakeside forest. To guarantee the success rate, the British even provided them with several light guns, most likely placed on canoes.

The advent of the cannon deprived Lorraine's cautious escort scheme of much of its value. Once they were allowed to launch an attack on the Earl's convoy with ease, even with only four-pounder army light guns and scattered bullets, they could easily crush the Earl.

It was imperative that Lorraine find those cannons in advance and eliminate the threat.

With this mission in mind, the Jackdaw began cruising the lake.

Lake Pontchartrain is a large lake, spanning nearly 40 kilometers from north to south and longer from east to west.

But Lorraine searched for a day, and found no Indian canoes docked or sailing on the lake.

Is it because the attack hasn't started yet? Or did you accidentally miss it?

In thought, the Jackdaw veered slightly, letting go of an oncoming Slupp.

Looking at the sail shadow of the fishing boat drifting away, Lorraine suddenly had a hint of other thoughts.

If...... What if it wasn't a conspicuous canoe that carried the artillery at all?

Lake Pontchartrain is rich in fish, with sails and boats, most of which are owned by fishermen from nearby cities, and there are no markings on the boats.

A modified ship with temporary artillery is hidden in the middle, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

However, it is well known that Indian sailors are a rare species, and they prefer a down-to-earth hunting life to a down-to-earth hunting life, even if it is fishing, and they also prefer their own canoes.

The possibility of a sailing ship with purely Indian control is too low, so Lorraine didn't think about it before, but what if the British themselves died?

Is it possible?

Lorraine quickly ruled out the possibility.

The assassination of enemy commanders in the course of war was a despicable act that the aristocracy could not tolerate, and it could easily lead to an escalation of the means of war, putting everyone on both sides at risk.

Therefore, the British could never have thrown their own soldiers into such an incident.

The maximum they do is to hire pirates or privateer merchants, and to hide themselves in the process of hiring, as in the assassination that Lorraine is facing, and the Indians of the Blackfoot tribe act as the Chitimacha tribe.

If Lorraine hadn't submitted Bach ahead of schedule, no one would have wasted manpower trying to find out the details of a bounty publisher.

A plausible assassination plan took shape in Lorraine's mind.

The Indians, who were adept at jungle ambushes, set up ambushes on land, pinned down the Earl's convoy on the shore of the lake, and professional sailors drove camouflaged ships to suddenly show their claws, bombard the land, and harvest lives......

After the death of the count, he will blame all this on the heads of the French nobles, and he will not be stained with the slightest shame.

"Maybe that's what the British really planned......"