"My lord, it's all my fault, I'm so tired that you came to save me, if only I wasn't so curious! But how the hell did you know I was in trouble and found me so quickly? ”

Joseph casually covered his bleeding nose with the handkerchief handed by Charles, and talked to Charles as he walked with the soldiers to the tavern.

Charles turned his head and smiled at him playfully, and said narrowly: "You came here to find someone, but you didn't find anyone, but almost lost you, you can really do it!" If it weren't for the cleverness of Canreal, he would have hid and secretly observed you when he saw you in trouble, and ran to the tavern for help after you were dragged into the yard. You're probably going to have to drink a good pot tonight! ”

Joseph suddenly let out an oh of enlightenment, and quickly turned his head and glanced gratefully at the cavalry at the back of the team, Canreer. Kanrell noticed his gaze, scratched his head, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

It wasn't long before the tavern's brightly lit porch appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Joseph quietly tugged at Lachall's sleeve while everyone was paying attention to the gate, and gestured to the sneaky man next to him, motioning for Charles to come with him.

Charles nodded faintly, turned around and ordered everyone to go into the tavern and wait for him, and then led Joseph to the dry well in the backyard of the tavern, and watched him quietly, waiting for him to say what he thought.

"My lord, the Wood family............ It doesn't look like you're going to do something good, aren't you really going to stop it? ”

"What the hell are you trying to say, why can't I understand it? Oh I see, but I want you to know that the Woods want to do their own business, that we have no need or obligation to interfere in their private affairs, and that I have no interest in their private affairs. There's no way I'm going to have any idea about them until I get a definite proof. Maybe you're a little upset about tonight, but I think you know better than I know the power of their people, and it's better to have more friends than one more enemy, right? Charles spoke earnestly to Joseph.

Hearing this, Joseph nodded a little unwillingly, he himself was not a stupid person, otherwise he would not have received the respect of so many people in the team and the blue eyes of Charles. He naturally knew that the Wood family was not really just a simple businessman, and their murderous conversation tonight had already explained another layer of their secret and unacceptable identity - that is, the gangster. It may sound strange, but Joseph was willing to bet every dinar in his wallet that these people were gangsters in the true sense of the word.

In fact, the concept of gangsters has been around for a long time, and these black organizations are scattered all over Calradia, and people even have hundreds of different names for them in different regions. They are not like bandits, bandits, robbers, or pirates who brazenly gather in the mountains and forests, burn and loot, but hide among law-abiding civilians, and show themselves as good citizens on weekdays, and only come out to do things that are not in sight when necessary.

If you've lived in Calradia, you've heard the news of a ruthless landowner whipped a peasant to death for no reason, and then his home was besieged and burned down by a mob that night; A disgraceful nobleman defiled a farmer's daughter and wounded someone, and soon after his child was out hunting, his leg was broken by a group of masked men; A provincial executive was corrupt and disrespectful of people's lives, and it wasn't long before his head was quietly thrown at the door of the city hall. Behind all these terrorist and violent incidents, there is a mysterious figure, that is, gangsters.

Under such terror and violent intervention, of course, those in power are not happy to have such forces that are not under their control, but due to the complexity of the gang's membership and their inextricable connection with various levels of characters, these gangster forces, known as "rats in the night", have always existed in the dark side of every country, like psoriasis, and have never been eliminated.

The members of the gangs are not only one or two people, most of these gangs are violent gangs spontaneously organized by some small peasants and small landlords, and they secretly unite to fight against the oppression and exploitation of the big nobles and big landowners. To the extent they can, they will also provide some kind of assistance to those at the bottom.

In fact, not only in Calradia, but also in the Ryrd Empire on the distant continent of Barion, such gangsters existed, and even Charles himself even cooperated with them to solve a small problem, and finally received a large payment. But that's all in the past, and now he is a knight captain of Count Atlas, the master of Djerkhara in the kingdom of Rhodok, and he has the responsibility and obligation to fight and ban such violent organizations and organize their illegal activities. But at this time, whether out of his own personal feelings or interests, the Charles were not prepared to do anything to stop their impending atrocities.

Joseph also generally understands Charles' thoughts, compared to Charles who was born a high-ranking nobleman, his son of a native commoner can better understand the terrible and powerful gangster forces, so although he is a little dissatisfied, he still agrees with Charles's decision immensely.

Therefore, he soon stopped being indignant, and the soldier, who had been favored by Charles, adjusted his mentality and calmly followed Charles back to the hall.

Charles comforted him a few more words, turned to the soldiers in the hall and explained who the vigil would be, and let the others go back to their rooms. After all, an army is an army, and the rules cannot be left behind. The soldiers who weren't chosen for the vigil grimaced happily at the hapless ones, and a few of the bold ones even sang in front of them with their scantily clad girls in their arms, causing Charles to kick them in the ass and drive them all back to their rooms.

Night had finally arrived, and everything was calm again, except for the occasional whisper between the soldiers on the night watch, which drifted through the air and then was silently blown away by the wind. Everything is so calm, everything is so peaceful.

But in fact, is it really so peaceful tonight?

The answer is no, tonight, it is destined to be a bloody night. Many people will not be able to sleep well tonight, and some will never wake up again.

But none of this had anything to do with Charles, who, after a quiet night's rest, appeared at the tavern refreshed. Although he appeared to have no interest in what the Wood family was going to do, he was actually quite curious about how far the gang would go.

Looking at the militia guards galloping in the distance, Charles unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth.

It seems that there is quite a lot of trouble, this group of rats in the night!