"Your Highness! Thank God you are safe! ”

Mirkovsky ran empty-handed, and not far away, Captain Larshev and several Praetorian Guards were waiting.

"Misha is badly injured and must be bandaged"

Peter pressed the wound on the big black bear eagerly, the cloth made of the fabric he had torn off had penetrated the dark red.

"Your Highness, we must get out of here quickly! There are still a lot of gangsters searching around..."

"No! Misha was so badly injured because she saved me! I can't leave it alone! ”

"But... But Your Highness, you must know that the situation waits for no one! If you don't get out of the forest by dark, that's the worst case scenario! ”

Mirkovsky anxiously urged.

"Oh, what about Catherine?"

"Everything is fine with the crown princess, it's not far from there, we are looking for the sound to find you"

"That's... What about the man in red just now? There's a guy pretending to be a janissary who wants to kill me! I've got to settle accounts with him! ”

"The Man in Red?"

"It's the guy you shot and killed, right? I said I didn't know anyone like that."

Captain Larshev also came.

"What? You killed? You idiot hasn't done anything that satisfies me! Waste! ”

"Huh? But Your Highness..."

Mirkovsky looked at Larshev with an innocent expression.

"But what is it! That guy is the only one who knows what's behind this time! You killed you! Idiot! ”

"Uh, this... Your Highness, how is this—how is this possible? ”

"Where is his body? I'm going to be searched! ”

“... In, over there"

"Take me there!"

“... Yes, Your Highness."

When the group came to the corpse of the pretended red-clothed guard, Peter poked the knife in his hand at the neck and other places, and only stopped after making sure that he was completely dead.

"Did he take this outfit from another Praetorian guard or did he prepare it in advance?"

He looked up at Larshev.

"I'll check"

The captain of the Praetorian Guard crouched down and turned over the coat and cuffs of the man in red.

"Your Highness, this person's outfit is self-bringed, I'm afraid he has been prepared"

"Why are you sure you brought your own?"

"That's the case, Your Highness, because the guards have special requirements for their attire, in order to facilitate identification and prevent anyone from entering the palace, they will add identification objects in some inconspicuous places, and the clothes on this person's body have no such things at all, so it can be seen that they are only fake"

"Well, being smart is being mistaken by being smart! If he had stolen one directly, it probably wouldn't have been such a big flaw."

While laughing, Peter also leaned over and groped around the man in red, completely ignoring that it was a dead man.

"Your Highness must not..."

As soon as Mirkovsky spoke, he was interrupted by a wave from Peter.

"Sure enough, there was nothing..."

Peter didn't even cut through the lining of the dead man's clothes, but he didn't find anything like a secret letter.

"Rip this man off his clothes"

"Your Highness, time is pressing, so don't delay here, right?"

Mirkovsky said with a look from side to side.

"Hurry, less nonsense! Besides, it's not because of you! If this man doesn't die, he may know everything after a good torture! Otherwise, how could it be so troublesome! ”

“... Well, you two, come and help."

The man in red was quickly stripped naked.

"Turn it over and see if you have a tattoo on your body"

Peter commanded from the side.

"This person has a mark on his buttocks, as if he has been burned with a soldering iron"

One of the guards said.

"Is this a prisoner's mark?"

"It's hard to say, but this mark doesn't look like it was made from a prison, it's probably somewhere else, and I don't have time to tell now."

Seeing that Peter was looking at himself, Captain Larshev hastened to answer.

"Then cut off this mark and take it back to check it again"

"Your Highness..."

Mirkovsky felt his head getting bigger.

"I'll cut it"

Captain Larshev put away his saber, then pulled the dagger out of his boot.

"By the way, cut off this guy's head and bring it back for the spies to identify."

"Ahem..."

"Understood, Your Highness"