Be careful?

Chur. Wharton was stunned.

But then this young nobleman, who was not an idiot, reacted, he nodded gratefully at Qin Ran, and then pushed the car door open.

Outside the carriage, Bol was surrounded by soldiers.

"I really don't have any ill will."

"It's not going to make trouble."

"I'm just a legitimate businessman."

Pol smiled wryly at Kuhl. Wharton explained.

And the soldiers around him also looked at Kuhl. Wharton, waiting for orders.

Kuhl, who was on full alert, but didn't show any expression on his face. Wharton, waving his hand.

"Well, he'......"

Bang!

Before the young nobleman could finish his words, a soldier suddenly pulled the trigger.

At the muzzle of the arquebus, the flames erupted, and the projectiles shot straight at the young nobleman.

And Kuhl. Wharton, as if he was an unpredictable prophet, turned to one side at the moment when the soldier pulled the trigger, and took out a short hammer and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang!

It is obviously not an ordinary short gun, and the speed at which the projectile is fired is far beyond the ordinary phenomenon.

Almost as soon as the shots rang out, the soldier who had fired the shot fell to the ground.

Blood spilled from the other's chest.

However, the other party did not die.

After falling to the ground, the opponent rolled and rushed towards the convoy.

The other party wants to create chaos and then run away.

Kekur. Wharton is faster.

Bang!

There was no need to reload, and the young nobleman pulled the trigger again.

The muzzle of the gun was not aimed directly at the opponent, but moved slightly forward, but when the projectile flew out, it hit the opponent right away.

Obviously, in addition to the speed of the projectile, this short gun also has the function of continuous firing.

The other party fell to the ground again and did not get up again.

Chur. Wharton waved his hand.

The soldiers around him, who were still in shock, immediately came back to his senses and turned to the fallen soldier...... No, it was the Assassins who surrounded him.

People who are not too stupid have already guessed the reason for the matter at this time.

Kate. Hal wasn't really the target.

Chur. Wharton is.

However, this Excellency was prepared to let the other party's calculations fail.

The soldiers couldn't help but look at Kuhl. There was admiration in Wharton's eyes.

Pol was also surprised.

He looked at Kuhl in amazement. Wharton, but immediately, Pol's eyes looked at the carriage, and he thought it should be related to Qin Ran.

And by this time, the fallen assassin had been tied up.

"Is that him?"

Chur. Wharton asks Pol.

"It's not."

"He's thinner, his cheeks are a little longer, and his eyes are different."

Pol replied in the affirmative.

Although the distance was a bit far, Pol thought he would never be mistaken.

"Is that so?"

"The division of labor is very clear."

With a slightly playful remark, Kuhl. With a wave of his hand, Wharton slammed the hilt of his gun into the assassin's cheek, and in an instant, the opponent was knocked to the ground, and all the teeth in his mouth were spat out.

"Check him again to see if there's any poison."

"Then, find a doctor to treat him."

"I hope he won't have any surprises."

Chur. Wharton said to the uniformed interrogators who had come running because of another accident.

"Yes, Lord Wharton."

The leading of the interrogators assured.

Then, a syringe appeared in the opponent's hand and pierced the assassin's neck.

Suddenly, a struggling assassin was motionless, almost as if he were dead, except for the breath.

The Assassin was then carried away by his interrogators.

The soldiers also departed.

They are also interrogated by interrogators.

After all, the interrogators had already examined that the assassin had no makeup and had not changed his appearance, and his face at the moment was the other party's face.

To put it simply, this is a shadow that lurks among soldiers.

Naturally, then, you need to ask the soldiers of the opposing team to see if there are any clues.

Chur. Wharton knew there was little hope.

But even so, he didn't mind.

Not only because it's a necessary process, but also because everyone has a fluke mentality in their hearts.

However, he was very glad that in the face of real danger, he did not have such a fluke mentality, otherwise, at this time, he would have been carried away.

Turning around, Kuhl. Wharton walked to the carriage again.

This time, the young nobleman was even more polite than before.

Because, he knows very well how bad the situation would be without the other party.

He knocked on the car door.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

Qin Ran's voice sounded again.

Chur. After Wharton walked into the carriage, he directly bent down and saluted.

Although it was awkward to do so in the carriage, the young nobleman still insisted on finishing it, and thanked him.

"Thank you."

"I know that such words do not express my gratitude."

"So, if you have any trouble in Etaninburgh in the next time, and it is inconvenient to deal with it, you can come to the Marquis of Wharton's mansion to find me."

"I'm here to help."

The young aristocrat gave a promise that was almost uncapped.

Qin Ran looked at the other party and shook his head.

"No."

"You've already thanked you."

"They taste good."

Qin Ran pointed to the candy from the 'Snow Owl Candy House' on the table, at this time, the package had been opened, revealing the red, green, blue and yellow four-color candy inside.

Each candy is a round jelly bean, crystal clear, reflecting a different kind of brilliance in the sun.

Qin Ran picked up a red jelly bean and put it in his mouth again.

A faint watermelon flavor.

The sweetness is strong, but it is not rushing.

Obviously, the boutique of the 'Snow Owl Candy House' is not perfunctory.

Looking at Qin Ran's appearance, the young nobleman was stunned.

Then, as if thinking of a class, the young nobleman shook his head a little helplessly.

"It's all about your will."

"But my promise is still valid."

The other party said.

Then, again, he saluted to signify his retirement.

Qin Ran didn't stop him and watched the other party leave.

There was no sound left for the other party's thoughts.

As for the promise of the other party?

Maybe there is nothing wrong with ordinary things, but if it is really the kind of problem that is beyond the imagination of the other party, it will definitely be useless, so Qin Ran will not be tempted by the promise that seems to have no upper limit at all.

People don't just have to be cautious.

It has to be self-aware.

Both are necessary.

Pol returned to the carriage and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the candy on the table.

Everything was as he expected, Kuhl. Wharton got Qin Ran's guidance.

"Good luck guy!"

"I'm a little envious!"

Pol said.

However, as he spoke, Pol followed Qin Ran's example and leaned against the soft cushions.

As for more?

For example, through Kuhl. Wharton's relationship to solve the problem at hand?

Pol didn't think about it.

Because, he knows that Kuhl. What is Wharton's attitude towards a businessman.

Perhaps, he will be treated preferentially because he and Qin Ran are walking together, but there will definitely be a limit.

Unless......

He was able to pull Qin Ran into the other party's camp.

But, is this possible?

Pol didn't want to destroy the good relationship with Qin Ran.

Once it is destroyed, it will not be able to be remedied by Kimpton.

And Kimpton?

He'll figure it out.

After all, Etaninburgh is so big, there are always some nasty corners, isn't it?

Bol, who had made up his mind, completely let go of the apprehension in his heart, and he sat the teapot on the clay stove again.

While waiting for the water to boil, the relaxed Pol chatted casually.

"Etaninburgh is more dangerous than I thought."

"It's not just those two."

"In private, there is also an undercurrent."

"An heir to a marquis was almost killed in front of me, but fortunately he did not die, otherwise our journey to Etaninburg would have ended before it began."

"Colin, who do you say wants that young nobleman's life?"

"Will it be Marquis Wharton's enemy?"

"Still those ......"

"Guy who opposes the Decree of the Sixth?"

As he spoke, Pol sat up straight.

Naturally, the 'new decree' issued by Etandine VI could not have been without opponents.

However, it was not a good idea for these opponents to directly defy Etandine VI.

However, it is inevitable to do it in private.

Among them, as a diehard loyalist of the Sixth, the Marquis of Wharton is a good target.

Not only because the other party was a diehard loyalist of the Sixth, but also because the other party was the financial lieutenant of Etaninburg, and there were even many rumors that the other party was the proposer of the 'new decree'.

Under such a premise, the situation of this Marquis of Wharton can be imagined.

"It's all possible."

"But it's unlikely."

"It's too conspicuous to do this, although the deterrent effect is there, but it will only make things bigger, I don't think those old aristocrats are willing to do this, they are more seeking benefits."

"But ......"

"There's one who is willing to do it."

Qin Ran expressed his opinion.

Regarding the situation in Etaninburg, Bol said more than once during the casual conversation, and if you contact the information collected in ordinary times, the scene that has just happened is not difficult to explain.

Pol reacted immediately.

"You mean, Six?"

Pol lowered his voice.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran bowed slightly.

Only the sixth, the promulgator of the 'new decree', would have hoped that the matter would have made a big deal at this time, and only when the trouble was too big could His Majesty the King have a proper reason to intervene and deal with a group of people who had disobeyed him.

"That's not right!"

"The Marquis of Wharton is his own."

"Even if it's a bitter meat plan, isn't the cost too much?"

Pol frowned.

"Since we are going to stage a bitter meat trick, then, the greater the pay, the more real it will be."

Qin Ran said lightly.

He was in the carriage just now, and he could clearly feel the killing intent outside, that feeling of nothingness, telling Qin Ran that it was not aimed at him.

So, without his reminder, the Assassin disguised as a soldier would have a good chance of seriously injuring Kull. Walton.

As for killing?

It's impossible.

Judging by perception, Qin Ran was sure that there were at least three magic props on the body of that old nobleman, and one of them must be used to save his life.

Pol didn't have Qin Ran's powerful perception, but he had deduced something similar.

"Kuhl. Will Wharton die? ”

"No, it's not."

"As the other party who is the successor of the marquis, there must be one or two life-saving things on him!"

"So the end result must be Kuhl. Wharton was seriously injured. ”

"Old Wharton went to the Sixth to cry."

Then the Sixth was furious and began to investigate what had happened.

"Wait!"

"Now that we've disrupted that Sixth's plans, will he trouble us?"

As he spoke, Pol looked at Qin Ran, with a very worried expression on his face.

Bol, who was well acquainted with the rumors of Etandine VI, did not want to be his enemy.

In a way, offending Etandine VI is more terrifying than offending the Temple of War and the Lady of Calamity.

Because, nominally, the entire kingdom of Etandin belongs to the other party.

All the people need to be loyal to their king.

And some of these people are believers.

To put it simply, Etandin VI had many people.

The strong may not be as numerous as the two gods, but the other party is definitely capable of making it difficult for their enemies to move an inch in Etantoino.

Bol didn't want to face such an outcome.

"No, it won't."

"The result that the other party needs is that this thing happens."

"And not Kuhl. Wharton was killed or seriously injured. ”

"What's more, someone has already died."

Qin Ran shook his head.

"You mean Kate. Hal? ”

"Hmm."

"Kate. The man standing behind Hal must have been the old Marquis of Wharton. ”

"That's it, Kuhl. Wharton will appear as soon as the other party is assassinated. ”

"Otherwise, with the identity of the other party, unless it is a nobleman or something who is assassinated, he will not show up at all."

Qin Ran said slowly.

After hearing Qin Ran's explanation, Pol breathed a sigh of relief.

For Qin Ran's acumen, Pol was not surprised.

Even, in some ways, Pol believes that this is the real 'demon of fire'.

Among the lone wanderers, the guy who only relies on brute force and has no brains, even if he is lucky enough to survive the rookie game, it is difficult to continue.

Brains and strength are indispensable!

As for why the 'Demon of Fire' has always liked to use his power to solve problems?

Naturally, those things are solved with strength, which is simpler than brains!

With a guess in his heart, Pol picked up the teapot and began to pour tea for Qin Ran.

And at this time, the carriage started again.

The evacuation of all the interrogators allowed the gates of Etantoinople to return to normal.

At a normal pace, the pace of progress is very fast.

About half an hour later, the carriage belonging to Pol was released.

The soldiers are not fools.

The previous scene was enough to tell them that the people who were doing it were not something they could embarrass about.

The thickness of the 'city gate' is half a meter.

The thickness of the city wall reached 40 meters.

The carriage drove into it as if it had entered a tunnel.

On the walls on both sides, every five meters, there are torches inserted in each of them.

The firelight flickered.

Shadows twist.

A figure hid in the shadows, and he stared at the carriage tightly, muttering unconsciously —

"Snake pie? Snake pie? ”

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