In the middle of the night, crackling flames burned in the depths of the harbor, and the enslaved men finished their work and returned to their camp under the watchful eye of the sentries.

The filthy air was filled with whispers and chatter, all directed at the young nun.

I saw that the guy took the food out of his untraced stretching backpack and distributed it to the homeless people one by one, and gradually she became acquainted with the homeless people, and they let down their guard, surrounded her, and looked at her with the same eyes as Jesus, full of reverence.

Because of her extremely strong faith, Hoffa had no way to convince her not to do such a thing, and could only stay in her position without leaving her, not letting her out of his sight.

But her actions undoubtedly annoyed the local thugs.

After Frank's death, the mob remained nominally subservient to the widow Mary, but in reality this surrender was completely superficial. Their actual leader was a baboon man named Matthew.

And the measure he took was to arrange for a dozen of his subordinates to keep an eye on the watchtower in the distance, watching Hoffa and Chloe in shifts.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Chloe returned, sat down by the campfire, took off her nun hat, and rubbed her hair tiredly. After rubbing her hair, she straightened her arms and moved her muscles in a way that Jesus crucified herself. She then crouched down by the campfire and sprinkled the spare marching rations that Hoffa had brought with her in a small tin pot and boiled them.

The food in the tin pot boiled, and the nun tasted it with a spoon and asked, "Have you eaten it?"

"Nope. ”

"Your slave-owning friend didn't entertain you?"

She asked as she served the porridge.

"He's dead, don't tell me you haven't heard. ”

"What?" Chloe paused with a spoon, stunned: "I don't know, how did he die?"

"Chopped in half by a muscular idiot. Hoffa said calmly.

"Whew......," the nun sighed, put down the spoon that stirred the food, and placed a trinity on her body with her fingers, muttering an inaudible prayer.

After praying, she said to Hoffa quite sincerely, "I'm sorry. ”

Hoffa's face was expressionless: "I'm not sad, what do you apologize for?"

"Oh my God..."

The nun groaned, "Well, you're cold-blooded. ”

She served Hofa a piece of porridge and asked, "By the way, how are you going to get a boat to take me to England?" ”

"Didn't think about it. He stared into the darkness, his palms unconsciously flickering with flames.

To be honest, he didn't know the widow named Mary in the first place, and after Chloe's trouble, he felt that his hope of borrowing a ship was very slim.

"By the way, when I was taking care of the homeless people, they told me bad news. ”

"What?"

"There's only one boat here, the one we saw at the dock during the day. ”

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Impossible, Frank has at least twenty ships under his command." ”

"Yes, but there was a big bombing here a few days ago, and most of the ships were destroyed in that bombardment, and there was only one left here. ”

The only boat.....

He thought to himself that if there were twenty boats here, it would be easy to borrow one himself. But if there is only one boat, then borrowing it is not so simple, and everyone understands the truth that scarcity is expensive.

As he spoke, a figure walked in the distance. It was the young widow I met during the day, Mary.

I saw her wearing the black dress of the day, wearing a retro black headdress with flowers, slowly walking to the campfire, rubbing the hem of her skirt a little cramped, and waving her hand to say hello to the two people sitting on the ground.

Chloe stood up, and so did Hoffa.

"You're tonight... Sleeping in the open?"

The widow was very polite.

The two nodded.

Mary: "Uh...... You can not live here, I have a lot of places to sleep in my house, if you want. ”

"I don't care. He nunu mouthed and lightly kicked the ball to Chloe.

"Don't go. ”

Chloe said decisively.

She had a stinky face, and she looked very unhappy when she looked at each other.

The widow laughed awkwardly, but did not leave.

Hoffa: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's so late, what is the matter with you coming to us?"

The young widow rubbed her hands a little uneasily: "I have something I want to trouble you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"There will be a funeral tomorrow, and the funeral needs a priest. But now there are no priests in the area, so ......," the woman's gaze turned to Chloe, "and I would like to ask my nun, Your Excellency, to help us officiate at the funeral." ”

Hoffa was stunned, he didn't understand European funeral customs, so he turned his head to look at Chloe, only to find that Chloe's face was unusually ugly, and she decisively refused:

"That is the duty of a priest, and I as a nun must not touch it. ”

"No..... No, don't bother. Mary hurriedly waved her hand: "As long as you can go up and read it......"

"No kidding, okay?"

Chloe interrupted Mary: "The Mass and the burial rites are sacred, the gate to heaven for the deceased, and the basis for helping God to judge souls.

When Chloe had finished speaking, Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, and the widow Mary was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Chloe said with a cold face: "If you just want someone to deal with, you don't have to have someone from the church to preside, ordinary male friends can also preside." ”

"But....... Frank didn't have many friends during his lifetime. ”

"Who says no friends, it's not ready-made friends?"

Chloe pointed at Hoffa, and after saying that, she crouched down and took care of the porridge.

The widow turned to look at him again, and her pretty face like a porcelain doll was full of unease and helplessness.

The ball was kicked back into Hoffa's hands, and he thought that if he agreed to officiate the funeral, it would be an opportunity to ease relations. The other party only has one ship left, Frank has died again, and if you want to borrow a boat, you must pay some price.

So he smiled sincerely: "That's how it should be, Frank was also my friend when he was alive, what should I do?"

......

......

The next morning, the sky was gloomy like a thick ink splashing on the horizon, without a trace of white, as if it was about to fall, so depressed that the whole world was quiet.

Early in the morning of the day after Hofa arrived in Normandy, Frank's coffin began to be buried, and European funerals were not as complicated as those in Asia. Only Frank's wife, Mary, and several of his men were present at the ceremony.

Standing in front of the freshly dug hole, Hoffa clutched a piece of paper and coughed a few times. Dryly reading Chloe's professional eulogy for him.

"The way to God is unsearchable, and in his proverbs and his mysteries are full of his mercy, and in spite of the revelation he has given us, we still need to weigh carefully, and when we open our arms, the earth not only takes away our ethereal shells, but also takes our souls of supreme glory......."

Reading and reading, Hoffa began to wander.

(Frank is a violent and hot-tempered wizard.) Because of his smuggling activities, he offended many people who were slaughtered. Even when he and Noble are dealing with him, they can not meet without meeting. This kind of person can really go to heaven and have ghosts. ）

“....... Everything that passes quietly, there is no end to this world. Rest in peace, my friend, and your soul will endure. Your birth and your existence are only a poem of hope, and forever, I walk through that gloomy lawn... I will not be afraid, for your soul is with me......"

Finally, after he read the entire eulogy without emotion, there was sparse applause from below, the coffin was buried in the earth, and the funeral was over.

After the funeral, Hoffa walked up to Mary, who was dressed in black, and whispered, "Can you take a step to speak, ma'am?"

After a day of delay, and a final message to Frank, it's time to say what you mean.

Mary nodded.

The two walked to the tree in the far side of the tomb, but before they could speak.

A hand was inserted between the two.

It was the overseer named Matthew, who looked at Mary, "Madame, we are ready, please when will you come aboard." ”

Mary hurriedly said: "You wait a moment, I will talk to Mr. Bach about something, and I will go over immediately." ”

Matthew: "Okay, hurry up, we'll wait for you." ”

After saying that, he stared at Hoffa with an unkind face, and turned to leave.

Embarkation ......

Hoffa sensed something was wrong, "Where are you going?"

"Oh. Mary laughed, "Matthew is going to take me to Switzerland, where there is no war, he says it's safe." ”

Hoffa chuckled inwardly.

Finished.

There is only one boat, and there is still one way to Switzerland.

No wonder when I first arrived, I saw the armed thugs driving the homeless people to refuel the boats. In that case, the boat will certainly not be lent to me.

Before he knew it, the situation took a turn for the worse, and he encountered a silent crisis, everything before came to naught, how could he borrow a boat?

"What's wrong?"

Mary asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Bach coming here?"

Huo Fa's mind was moving quickly, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face:

"Madame, it is so, Noble and I owe Frank five hundred francs worth of raw materials during our lifetime. ”

He snapped his fingers rather dashingly, and a roll of banknotes bound with rubber bands flew out of the air at great speed, landing precisely in Hoffa's hand.

Mary looked at his operation, and her eyes suddenly became a little more fearful and respectful.

Catching the banknote, he untied the rubber band and said casually, "Although Frank is gone, I think the debt that should be paid is still to be paid." ”

"Uh..... Oh, that's why you made a special trip. ”

Mary did not doubt him, and bent down with her skirt on her face.

"Still,"

Hoffa paused his hand and said slowly: "Frank also promised us that there will be a batch of metal raw materials to be delivered to me and Noble, do you know about this, madam?"

"Ah......h

Mary looked away from the roll of money: "This.... I've never heard of that. ”

"I haven't heard of it, it's nerve-wracking. ”

He pretended to frown and thought for a moment, then handed over the banknote in his hand.

"Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know, after all, Frank has passed away, I'll go find another supplier. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bach. The woman respectfully accepted the money and looked relieved: "Then, I'll go first." Mr. Bach. ”

"Hmm. He nodded, a very casual expression.

The little widow put the money in her pocket and turned around contentedly.

"Wait a minute. Hoffa stopped her.

"Any other orders? Mr. Bach. The widow looked at him curiously.

"You know wizards, right. ”

Mary was startled, he glanced around and lowered her voice: "I know. ”

Hoffa's expression was a little more serious: "Okay, then I'll be blunt, I've come from Paris and heard some rumors." ”

Seeing the other party's serious look, the widow was a little curious and nervous: "What rumors." ”

"There are a large number of German wizards who are now wanted by Frank for arms smuggling, and I have a few informants in the military, so I know about this, and as a friend of Frank, I would like to remind you to be careful of German wizards on the road. ”

"What! German wizards are looking for us......"

The widow exclaimed, and as soon as she had finished, she covered her mouth as if she had been poked into a balloon, and she was so frightened that she grabbed Hoffa's arm at once, and her back straightened.

"Really...?"

"I have to lie to you?"

After staring at each other for a moment, she stammered and asked, "Hold... Sorry, I ..... What should I do, Mr. Bach. ”

"I don't know. ”

He shrugged, "My friend and I will be leaving here this afternoon, take care of yourself." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation.

He had barely walked a few steps when an anxious shout came from behind him: "Wait a minute, Mr. Bach." ”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on the corner of his mouth was fleeting, and then he turned around slowly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"That's... I... I want to ask, where are you going?"

"Sorry, it's none of your business. Hoffa said indifferently.

"It's not..... It's not ....."

The woman waved her hand again and again: "I just, just ask, if I am offended, just as if I didn't say anything." ”

Hoffa looked Mary up and down for a moment, only to see fine beads of sweat on the tip of her anxious nose, and snickering inwardly. Good guy, fortunately, this woman doesn't have any brains, and what others say is what she is. Otherwise, his plan to borrow a boat to go to England would have been in vain.

"I want to help my friend find a safe place, and as you know, France has been in some danger lately. ”

"Where exactly?"

“.......”

He used an unfathomable gesture to be silent.

The widow rolled her eyes, "Uh...... Belch...... That's right, Frank...... Frank: He has a couple of warehouses in Switzerland, and I think all the materials you need are probably in the warehouse. If you don't mind, yes, come with us. ”

With that, the widow rubbed her hands together and looked at him expectantly.

Hoffa pinched his chin and pretended to think for a moment, then finally nodded reluctantly.

"Alright, it's okay anyway, I'll go with your boat once. ”

"Ah, that's great......"

The restless widow breathed a sigh of relief.