"What do I think, it seems to have nothing to do with the eldest young master,

And I didn't know Andrew was a werewolf when I befriended him, and I didn't know about his relationship with Mrs. Condon,

The eldest young master wants to threaten me to let go of that slut, but he takes it for granted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Scott sneered, that actually dared to drug his own tea, how could he let her go."

"Really?"

The corners of John's mouth curled slightly, clapped his hands, and the young man who had been waiting outside hurriedly pushed the door in,

"Tell the sheriff what you heard in the chimney."

"Yes, young master."

Henry bowed slightly, remembered for a moment, and repeated word by word the conversation between Scott and Mrs. Ann Lila Condon that night,

Hoarse voices continued to ring in the dining room, and Henry spoke carefully, even adding body language to some of the dialogues, as if performing a play.

But the more realistic he acted, and the more carefully he spoke, the more ugly Sheriff Scott's expression became, and anger came from his heart, slapping the table and yelling,

"Enough!"

Interrupting Henry's words with an angry rebuke, John raised his eyebrows and said coldly,

"Why, I don't want to hear it."

"Took Andrew's money, partnered against me, and even put me in the police station on trumped-up charges,

Well, very well,

Your Excellency Sheriff, do you really think that $300 is so easy to get? ”

"You ......"

Scott's expression changed drastically, and he was about to speak, when his eyes inadvertently swept to the chimney on the side, he was shocked, and suddenly understood that this little bastard still wanted to do this.

Thinking of this, his face gradually calmed down, and he said,

"If there is no real evidence, the eldest young master should say less, otherwise it will be too embarrassing to be arrested by the police and put in prison for spreading rumors." After saying that, he put on his hat and collar, and said,

"If nothing else, I'll leave first, the police department is busy, and I still have a bunch of official business to deal with."

"Let's go! Are you gone? ”

John sneered, took out a bill from the box on the side and threw it on the table, "If I were you, I would definitely finish reading the contents and leave, so as not to regret it in prison for the rest of my life." ”

"John Condon, don't go too far."

"No, what I'm doing now is not too much compared to Your Excellency, or believe it or not, after reading it, you will understand."

John pointed to the document and made an inviting gesture.

Scott looked at John coldly, hesitated for a moment, walked to the table, opened the bill, and when he saw the contents of the homepage, his expression instantly froze, and there was even a huge horror in his eyes, as if he had seen something incomparably terrible.

John got up and walked over to the sheriff, patted the trembling shoulder gently, and whispered,

"December 7, 1842, $101 for Scott, Nikita Woolley;

April 5, 1844, $94 for Scott, Nikita Woolley;

September 12, 1845, $186 by Scott, Gavin Baldwin;

……

……”

John smiled slightly, took a sip of the coffee next to him, and said,

"Mr. Sheriff, do you need me to explain where this bill came from and what's behind it?

No, I don't think so, you, as a client, must know better than me. ”

After saying these words, John leaned back on the table to the side and drank his tea one by one.

Time passed slowly in a strange atmosphere, I don't know how long it took, cold beads of sweat seeped out of his pale forehead, the old sergeant who was over sixty years old and about to retire resisted the urge to destroy these documents, and slowly put them on the table,

He looked up, his wrinkled face with submission and deep exhaustion, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Young Master, let's talk about it, what can be done to destroy these documents."

"It's very simple, just burn it."

John picked up the paper, placed it on a candle beside him under the shocked and even puzzled gaze of the old sheriff, and burned the paper, and in a few moments the paper recording the true face of a good policeman was reduced to a puddle of ashes.

John poured a cup of tea and put it in Scott's hand, smiling,

"These are the things Andrew left behind, I don't need them, I'm looking for you today mainly to talk about cooperation."

Scott took the cup of tea tremblingly, and took a sip on his lips, his mind was very confused now, and he was blinded by John's behavior of taking the first step forward and saluting, and he couldn't figure out what John wanted to do, and he couldn't guess if there were other backups of this document,

The only slightly better thing is that he doesn't seem to have the idea of killing himself,

"I don't know what the eldest young master wants to cooperate with me?" Scott calmed for a moment and whispered,

"Cooperation! To make money, of course. ”

John shrugged, took out two oil paintings and two drafted contracts from his pocket, put them on the table, and said,

"Help me find these two plants, and I'll buy them for 50 cents a pound each, up to 1,000 pounds each, how about it, how about this business?"

The cap of 1,000 pounds each, 50 cents per pound, adds up to $1,000, and such a sum of money makes Scott's breathing a lot heavier.

However, for the sake of caution, he still picked up the oil painting and carefully identified that the plants painted on it were not forbidden plants such as poppies and mandalas before he spoke,

"I don't know what the eldest young master is going to do with these two things?"

"That's my business, all you have to do is find these two plants with your knowledge of the various plantations in Mississippi, put them away, dry them, and sell them to me,

Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, it's as simple as that, and it's not illegal at all. ”

"That's... All right! ”

Scott hesitated for a moment, but still signed the contract, he didn't know what John wanted these plants to do, but as John said just now, these two plants are not prohibited products, and if they are not prohibited, they are not illegal, in this case, as a law enforcer, he has nothing to worry about.

"Young Master, are you sure it's 50 cents per pound?" Before signing, Scott was still a little unsure, and asked one last time,

"Of course! It's already written in the contract, I need to lie to you! ”

John asked with a smile, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed him one,

"Come, for our first cooperation!"

While!

The sound of wine glasses clashing echoed through the empty dining room.

Scott left, two paintings in his arms, and strode away from Condon Manor.

And with him was Henry, a young man who had taken the task John had given him and his longing for his lover to the south of Delaishire.

……

As the morning sun rises, the red light gradually turns into a blazing white light.

John practiced the method of forging his body twice against the sun, and then went headlong into the warehouse of the plantation.

Saws, hammers, wrenches, screws, stakes, gears......

He went into the manor's debris, found all the tools at his disposal, and began to build the most basic part of the cigarette machine, the roller.

The sound of banging and banging was non-stop, and gradually attracted a lot of curious eyes.

I don't know what the eldest young master is doing, from morning to afternoon, it's been almost a day, and he hasn't even shown his face, and he doesn't let outsiders in, as if there is some treasure hidden inside.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Henry returned, returning to the manor with a black girl with bruises on her face and a cart of mechanical tools.

He pushed open the door of the warehouse and whispered,

"Big young master!"

"Hmm!"

John replied casually, smeared the iron pillar that had been turned out of the corner with black oil, and inserted it into the middle of the wheel.

Then he shook the wooden handle on the side, and with a creaking sound, the simple roller, which had taken nearly ten hours to complete, finally turned.

The first step was a success.

John let out a sigh of relief, and it was only then that he realized that building a cigarette machine was far from as simple as he thought in this age of scarce industrial machinery.