Bard jumped out of the wagon in his old leather jacket, and it was already night.

During the day he went to make deliveries with a few hired men, missed the time to pay the money, and did not return to the distillery until then.

One of the head of the distillery gave him his share of the money, briefly explained why it was less than before, and then had the carriage brought in and prepared to close.

Bard wondered why the Nissos family was always going back on their word, but there were few people at the distillery at this time, and he didn't know who to complain to.

"Did you see Gretel?" He asked a hired employee he was familiar with.

"No, it looks like I didn't see it after sending the money in the afternoon." The hired man recalled, said casually, and then shook off the dust from his clothes, and prepared to go back.

Bud asked two more people, and they said they didn't know, because they didn't usually know these people, and Bud had to give up.

He guessed that with Gretel's character, he should be very angry.

Forget it, it's late, let's talk about it tomorrow, with such thoughts, he is going to go back to rest first, after all, after a long day, his body is very tired.

"It's disgusting, I didn't expect those guys to stand with the Nissos family."

The employee had been on a short walk with Bud just now, and while the two were on the way, he began to talk about what had happened today.

Bard also thinks that those people probably took money from the Nissos family, but as long as they are not caught red-handed, what can they do, they don't have to work in the winery to make a living.

With no clue, Bard could only continue to walk down the dimly lit streets, where Hopeland's workshops and warehouses gathered, with no tourists, no lights on the side of the road, and only lively music coming from afar.

For some reason, he walked slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.

I'm a little worried about Gretel, because this friend's personality is like that, he can't tolerate sand, and he is more idealistic.

Let's go check it out, it's not far away anyway.

He turned around and walked towards another intersection.

The deep alley was very dark, and there was a little standing water on the road, but fortunately there was a stone floor on the ground, so that you wouldn't step on it and get all the mud.

These rough slate slabs effectively prevent mud, because the trade guild is still more concerned about the appearance of the city, and does not want to see mud rolling everywhere in the city, which is not only dirty, but also troublesome to clean.

Bud walked quietly in the alley, he knew this part of the road well, but there were no obstacles.

Turn around the alley and you'll find where Glitter lives, not far from the distillery.

There was a dim light coming in from outside the dark alleyway, and there was the sound of a few people talking outside.

"Aren't you digging very much, why are you honest now?"

A familiar and disgusting rough voice reached Bud's ears, followed by a dull thud and a hoarse wail.

He cautiously walked around the corner of the alley and poked his head out of the shadows.

In the dim light, the door of the cottage where Glitter lived was opened, and seven or eight people gathered in the open space outside the door, and there was silence all around.

The middle man was on his knees, his hair pulled up, and his body covered in blood and stains that Bard wouldn't even recognize as Gretel if it weren't for the familiar clothes.

At this time, Gretel no longer saw his former handsome appearance, his face was covered with blood, snot, mud, spit, and his feet were even a little unnaturally twisted, if it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, I'm afraid no one would think he was still alive.

"You were very proud when you asked for money for that ugly monster before, why didn't you think about it, you will have today."

There were a few big men standing, and the leader was Manda, the villain who robbed Bard before.

Some of them had wooden sticks in their hands, others carried cracked wine bottles with blood stains on them.

Bud was about to rush out when one of the middle-aged men spoke.

"If you want me to say, Gretel, you just don't know the severity, just make trouble once, and want to do it a second time."

"Don't look at yourself for a few pounds and taels, now it's okay, Lord Fenton is angry, and you won't use the winery in the future. Didn't you keep saying that the Nissos family was bad, and now it's just what you want. ”

"You ......." Gretel, whose flesh and blood were blurred, wanted to say something, but unfortunately his throat was full of blood and he couldn't speak.

The middle-aged man under the light was one of the leaders of the strike with Gretel before, as were the few next to him.

Seeing this amazing scene, Bard realized that Gretel had been betrayed, and his heart began to sink, wanting to scream or something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Yes, he didn't dare, the people around Gretel betrayed him, how could he beat those strong men alone.

Fear crept through his mind, the scenes of being bullied and beaten in the past came back to his mind, the laughter and ridicule of those memories seemed to ring in his ears again, his legs trembled, and his body slowly slid down against the wall.

What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do! What to do!

He tucked his fingers at the dirt between the stone slabs, his heart full of anxiety and his mind in confusion.

[If one day your heart is too uncomfortable to hold on, you can imagine yourself as an emotionless stone, which will be a little better.] ]

For some reason, this sentence was suddenly recalled by him.

Bard has been looked down upon a lot because of his ugliness, and few people have shown special kindness to him since he was a child.

What impressed him deeply, in addition to Gretel's good friend, was the girl who helped him out of the restaurant at that time.

In fact, he was very grateful for the girl's help, but unfortunately he didn't speak much, as if he had made people angry, leaving only such a sentence.

His lack of knowledge left him with little choice, and he tried to imagine himself as a cold stone, emotionless, fearless, shameless, and fearless.

Slowly, slowly, the brain finally quieted down.

How can you get Gretel out?

Hit, can't beat. Get? It's hard to find in a short period of time, and no one else may dare to come forward.

The thoughts seem to be stuck, no, we have to change directions.

Just separate Gretel from them.

He turned and retreated into the alley, ran away carefully, without making a sound, and after leaving some distance, began to run with all his might.

The wind of the night whistled in his ears, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for breath in the familiar direction.

Turning two streets, he rushed back to the brewery, kicked open the closed door, and the old iron lock cracked, tearing off a small wooden frame.

Regardless of the surprised and speechless hired man, he rushed straight over, picked up the lantern on the table, and rummaged around.

The oil pot in the last corner came into view.

Holding the oil jug in his arms, he prepared to rush into the workshop, where there were many empty barrels and wooden structures.

"What are you going to do Bud!" The hired man on duty tried to stop him.

"Fuck off! Or I'll kill you!" Bard grimaced and roared, startling the hired man.

When he entered, he poured oil on the barrels and sundries, then turned on the lantern and lit it with a candle.

Bang –

The flames began to spread, and he didn't think it was burning quickly, so he grabbed the gauze used to filter it and threw it on, then pulled the fire cloth, spreading the flames quickly throughout the workshop.

The flames were lit up in the dry autumn season, and the fire spread very quickly.

As the scorching heat wave came, the employees on duty did not dare to step forward, but could only shout, alarming the other personnel around.

Bud watched as the flames rose and rose more than a dozen feet high to light up the night sky, before he put down the fire cloth in his hand and turned to run away.

The thick smoke rose with the flames, and the choking smell spread through the air, and the people who were startled by the shouts began to look this way, if the fire really burned, not only the brewery, but also several nearby workshops were estimated to be worse.

Most of this area was the property of the Nissos family, and they immediately sent people to wake up the employees who lived nearby, and a few people rode on horses to report to the master's family for help.

As Bard ran back, several of the people who tortured Gretel also saw the fire, and the sound of firefighting began to be heard not far away, and there was a noise.

Seeing that many figures began to appear in the alley, Manda and the others did not dare to blatantly continue to beat Gretel.

"What to do, boss, it's going to be difficult." One of the younger brothers asked, and there were more and more people around.

"Drag him into the house."