Rand still has a spy on Bran's side, about which Rand has discussed with Payne countless times, and he is very impressed by the theft of drawings, and Rand never gives up the search for the hidden mastermind behind the scenes, and just when he finds a clue, a member of the guard arouses his suspicions.

Kosol's hometown was not the Empty Domain, he had been sent to Rand from the Imperial City by the Duke of Winton, and had been a guard for Bran for a few days, but that alone did not make Rand sure that the spy was him.

What aroused Rand's suspicions was Kosol's unusual behavior.

Guarding the walls during this season is hard work, not to mention being sent to the workshop to help after the changing of the guard, and this kind of drudgery has always been rotated between several squads, but Kosol is often very proactive in asking to go to the workshop.

Rand thought that Kosol wanted to learn more about the new machinery so that he could find himself an easy job, but after a long time, Rand realized that this was not the case.

When Kosol was in the workshop, he did not pay much attention to the work, but paid great attention to the manufacturing process and materials of machinery and new weapons, and repeatedly asked the craftsmen about the steps of making the rifling of the barrel, according to the soldiers of the same team as Kosol, after the first successful test firing of the flintlock pistol, Kosol secretly picked up the bullets of the flintlock pistol and hid them, and often burned some letters in the middle of the night.

If that's not enough to make Rand sure it's him, how can we explain the fact that Kosol stole *?

......

Kosol fastened his leather armor and cocked his collar to cover half of his face, and walked out of the smelting plant, all the way in the direction of the storeroom.

Although he hated the demon corrupted by the demon in his heart, Kosol had to admit that the granular * power was indeed amazing, and the huge impetus it generated overshadowed all long-range weapons, and it seemed that while being corrupted, Rand also received the wisdom given by the devil.

But the fruits of that wisdom will soon change hands.

If it weren't for the fear of his own life, Kosol would really want to stay in the empty collar for a few days to see what strange things Rand could make under the guidance of the devil.

The squad of soldiers on duty who came to meet him, stepped on messy footprints in the snow, and saw Kosol still greeting him: "It's going to be a change of guard so soon?"

"Hmm. Kosol didn't continue to talk to him, he looked at the leader of the squad and calculated how long it would be before it was his team's turn to change the guard in order to finish his job in that time.

Lord Bran will send someone to meet him at the post station between the air ferry and Lindong City, and the appointed date is today.

It's time to speed things up.

As he got closer to the storeroom, Kosol could barely make out the cyan stubble on the guard at the gate.

"I was ordered by my lord to extract ten packets of materials. Kosol pulled out a warrant from his bosom with Rand's personal seal.

The guard took the warrant and looked at it carefully, but Kosol did not panic at all, because although this warrant was forged by him, the seal on it was indeed genuine.

"You can go in. The guard nodded, motioning for his companion to open the door.

Kosol felt a wave of ecstasy in his heart, and he was only one step away from success.

The next moment, he froze.

The cold blade pressed against his throat, and he looked at the figure that came out of the door, and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave......

......

Completely different from the winter of the air ferry collar, the winter in the Imperial City is extraordinarily warm, in addition to a delicious breakfast and soft duck down blanket, you can also go to a dance party with beautiful girls in the evening.

On the wall of the room hung a wild oil painting, the work of a master two centuries ago, although I couldn't understand what the painting was trying to express, but as long as my master liked it, he had to pinch his nose and accept it.

Master Bran doesn't like people questioning his tastes, although his tastes do get a little weird.

The room is filled with the smell of amber, sweet and intoxicating, and you can't help but feel lazy, this spice from the deep sea is extremely valuable, the shelves are full of books on music and literature, and even the floor is paved with precious mahogany, the room is bright and elegant, and obviously expensive.

A residence of this caliber was a bit extravagant in this era, but as the young son of the Duke, Bran enjoyed it as a matter of course.

Compared to his two older brothers, Bran was even more beautiful, sitting under a blooming blue cherry tree, his hair shining faintly, and the skin on his neck as fine as porcelain.

The blue and deep eyes, like a bay of ocean, seem to teach people to involuntarily fall into it, and the high bridge of the nose is freckled on both sides of the very faint freckles, which not only do not destroy the overall beauty, but add a bit of mystery to him.

"Noble temperament is innate. Yarrow sat on the sidelines and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Bran is the kind of temperament that can easily make people feel good at first glance, and his outstanding appearance has also won him a considerable advantage.

There are many big nobles who like Bran's character, and the discussion of art and music may have something to do with Bran's surname, in short, over the years, Bran has made many nobles with heavy armies.

"This may be a big boost in the power struggle in the future. Yarrow believed that Bran thought the same way, no one would be uninterested in the duke's position, otherwise why would Lord Bran go to the trouble of approaching the archduke of other families?

"Naron's Rhapsody, written by the eleventh-century master of the Kingdom of Peru, Winland, I like his style very much, wild and uninhibited, unconstrained by the world, but too few people understand and appreciate it," Bran threw the score in his hand on the table, "the real masters are lonely and incomprehensible. ”

Although Yarrow did not agree with Bran's taste, he did agree with his words, because in his memory, the final fate of this master named Wenlan was because he had no financial resources and was starved to death......

"My lord, the eyeliner of Lindong City has sent back the news. Yarrow waited for Bran to calm down and then said, "Your two elder brothers are plundering the property of the nobles in the realm, and several barons have died as a result. ”

"Ron's style is still as domineering as ever, but Rand ......," Bran laughed, "he's given me a lot of surprises lately, word from the Airferry Collar that he's struggling to fend off the beast tide, and I've heard he's working on some sort of power-up and weapon. ”