It has been three days since the last unpleasant conversation, and John has been preparing for the upcoming city fair every day, without causing trouble or making trouble,

After the relationship between the two spread for a period of time, the silence of the parties slowly faded, after all, now that the tension is at a moment, there is a war going on in the Foggy Mountains, and this gossip is not worth mentioning at all in the face of war. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On October 15, 1852, the first battle between humans and Fenrir wolves ended in the defeat of the Mississippi Combined.

The monsters hidden in the foggy mountains poured out their nests and slaughtered the garrison army from the side, leaving more than 4,000 corpses behind after wreaking havoc.

Hearing this, John was silent for a long time, and as a human being, no matter how indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a chill at this time.

If the Coalition really fails, I can't imagine what a bad impact it will be, and what will happen to the world.

Since the news spread, Memphis newspapers have not reported any negative news related to Smoriyama, and only some bad remarks have been circulated through various small channels.

It seems that the government has begun to consciously control public opinion.

This does not bode well.

Early in the morning of the 18th, John sat under the window, holding in his hand a letter that had just been sent from home, and the Combine garrison had reached the northern outskirts of the plantation, and was still moving south.

The situation in the manor is very bad, there have been incidents of families fleeing to the southeast, and Hank and Debbie and other managers of the manor hope that John can return to take charge of the situation as soon as possible.

The warm coffee was bubbling with a faint aroma, and John leaned back in his chair with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Condon Plantation was more than forty miles in a straight line from the Misty Mountains, and the Combine was stationed on the periphery of the plantation, which meant that they had retreated a full forty miles back.

This is no longer a failure, it is simply a rout.

John stood up and paced around irritably.

If the Combine failed again, he couldn't imagine what would become of the plantation.

It's hard to become a bare-bones commander again.

John's expression was solemn, his fingers tapping on the table.

Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a knock at the door,

Henry pushed the door and said in a low voice, "Young Master, someone is looking for you." ”

"Who?"

"Yes......" Henry was just about to speak, when a cold word sounded outside the door.

"It's me!"

Gretela, who was in a hurry, opened Henry's door and walked in,

"Your eldest young master is really leisurely, your home is almost gone, and you still have the heart to drink coffee here."

As the witch entered the house, a faint smell of blood spread through the air, and John's nose moved, looking her up and down, his pale face, his sleeves torn by sharp weapons, his blood-stained hair, and the murderous intent in his eyes.

Obviously, the woman in front of her had just experienced a fierce battle, and she was physically and mentally exhausted.

John instructed Henry to prepare two breakfasts, poured a cup of tea and placed it beside the witch, and said with a smile,

"Why, what bloody storm blew the Francis family's bodyguards over today."

"I'm looking for you." Gretel went straight to the point and explained her intentions directly, "Help me find someone." ”

"You want me to find someone!" John had a strange look on his face, "Are you sure you're not kidding!" ”

For this city, he is just a strange outsider, and he is not even familiar with the most basic road conditions until now, so let him go to find someone, how is it possible!

"I'm not kidding, we need help, and you're the only one in Memphis who can help."

Gretel took the bread and meat from Henry, and gulped down the vegetable soup.

John's eyes narrowed slightly, the woman in front of him was not the kind of person who casually bowed her head to people, since she said such things to her face, the situation might be more troublesome than she thought.

"Who are you looking for?"

John asked in a deep voice, waving his hand at the freckled boy next to him to let him out.

"Grace Louis!"

"What?"

John's expression changed, "She's not ......" stopped as soon as he said three words, Yingting's brows furrowed deeply, and he said in a low voice,

"She's gone."

"Yes."

"Captured."

"Yes."

"Last night?"

"Yes."

After three questions and three answers, John fell silent abruptly, his expression cloudy, and asked the last question,

"Where were you taken?"

"Home," after a pause, Gretel added, "the mayor's residence." ”

Hiss! A cool breath came out of his heart, John's pupils contracted, and his eyes showed surprise, those people were simply crazy, they actually dared to go to the mayor's house to rob people, and they succeeded.

"Has the word spread?"

"No, Mr. Logan ordered the news to be blocked, and he didn't call the police, so it can be said that you are the first outsider to know about it except for that group of miscellaneous people."

Gretel drank the vegetable soup in one go, slapped the table, got up and said,

"That's all that needs to be said, time waits for no one, and we must get Miss Grace back before word spreads."

"Wait!" John shook his head, "Just you, don't include me. ”

Gretel's expression changed, and she said coldly, "What do you mean, I want to regret it." ”

John smiled and said, "You don't make sense when I promised to help you find her." ”

"You ......"

The witch witch's eyes widened, and she was really angry in her heart, if you didn't agree, you would have said it earlier, why did you only say it after you knew the news, you bastard.

John picked up the coffee next to him, took a sip, and said,

"I'm curious, if you want to find clues, Memphis has a good detective, no matter how you choose, it's not my turn!"

"Those people are okay with humans, but against dark creatures, they can't,

I can only look for you. ”

John put down his coffee and said, "Then I want to ask, how can you be sure that I can find clues?" ”

Gretel looked up and looked into John's left eye.

"Because of this eye!"

"Yes." The witch nodded and said in a deep voice,

"The day after our competition, I was not convinced, so I went to the plantation shooting range to check the target you left behind in the practice shooting! The results were very poor, so many shots were fired and none of them hit the ten rings,

At that time, I didn't understand, I couldn't figure out how a person with such poor marksmanship could hit a wooden stake dozens of meters away with six shots in a row,

Later, when I saw the blue light in your eyes, I had a guess in my heart that that kind of light should allow you to gain magical vision, which should be the reason why your marksmanship is good and bad. ”

Hearing this, John's face showed admiration, he was worthy of being a witcher who hunted dark creatures for a living, and his speculative ability was indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

Moreover, I was really careless, and I didn't know if I was touched.

John smiled and said,

"Alright! You've guessed right, I can indeed help you find clues with the power of this eye.

Before I do that, though, there are a few things I need to know. ”

"First, why did you leave the witcher and run away to be a bodyguard, or protect the mayor's niece,

As I recall, the tradition of witchers doesn't seem to be hired as bodyguards. ”