On the street outside the Paris dueling arena, Zhao Qian put his hands in his trouser pockets expressionlessly.

He changed his clothes, and the clothes he was wearing now had been sent from his home in the suburbs in the afternoon. The clothes in the morning were actually dirty a long time ago, and the reason why they didn't change out was because there was even a store selling real ready-to-wear on the street in this era. If you want to buy clothes, you have to be in good shape, and you have to customize them yourself.

Looking at the place where the corpse had been on the ground, he found nothing but a faint stain of blood.

He still overestimated himself and the means by which the police of this era could protect the scene.

Even the corpse that had committed suicide had already been disposed of by the royal city guards and sent to the gallows where the unclaimed body was hanged.

To be honest, he suddenly missed the very common camera equipment in reality.

However, it is important to know that the first camera in history did not appear until 1826 in France.

Now, the only clue he knows is religious revenge.

Shaking his head, this year, it is still a little too backward.

Not long after the East India Company was founded, the fleet of the Spanish Empire had been destroyed for decades. It was the British who were the protagonists of the sea who officially entered the stage of history.

If he hadn't known that this was just a world where the trajectory of history was somewhat like the real world, Zhao Qian probably thought that he would be able to change history.

"Let's go, Fussosi, and go drinking."

Of course, Zhao Qian was not the only one who was in a bad mood, Sheriff Galileo pulled his old friend who was still in a daze on the side.

To be honest, he more or less resigned himself to his fate.

At least in his senses, the police station is about to fall. I haven't gotten up much though.

Dragging a thoughtless Zhao in front of him, Galileo now only wants to get drunk to deal with the mountain of papers tomorrow.

But Zhao Qian didn't move.

It was getting dark, but by the faint sunset, the nobleman, who seemed to outsiders to be of mixed race, still caught a glimpse of the glint in the corner of his eye.

Carefully squat down and pick it up.

It is a coin that looks too ordinary to be ordinary. Look at the style should be the currency of the new world circulation.

"You're holding this eight-riyals......"

Galileo also leaned over and said indifferently.

Because the upward side of this coin gives the illusion of nature.

Without speaking, Zhao Qian calmly turned over the things in his hand. Mr. Sheriff, who was about to talk nonsense at length, immediately stopped his voice, like a chicken whose neck was only lifted.

A blooming lotus flower glows silvery white in the setting sun.

Zhao Qian's eyes lit up slightly, and the touch of his middle finger just now was really right.

"What is this?"

"Good stuff."

He said, his expression like that of a fox that had only smelled its prey. The clothes on his body, which were a little too white, also became very good-looking.

It's getting darker.

Zhao Qian swept around, his face was a lot more relaxed, what he was most afraid of was something that he couldn't do.

If you can't find anything here, you'll be busy tonight.

Judging from the current situation, the royal city guards will never let these "laymen" meddle in this big case.

Because the deceased Duke of Chels was not just a grand prestige, he was also the chief of the naval staff of the empire, which was less than 60 years old. That is, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the French Navy.

The sun is completely out of sight.

Galileo led Zhao Qian into a tavern near the dueling arena. And no one recognized them. According to the official, who had no presence in the city, he was not even an enemy to some people. He's just an empty shelf that no one notices.

"A glass of wine."

Ordering a glass of wine at random, the sheriff signaled Zhao Qian to order casually, and he had a treat.

"Rum, the kind of 40 centimes."

"Well done!"

"Push hard!"

There was a loud cheer from the dimly lit tavern all around, and the voices of Franc and Raw could be heard from time to time.

By the light of the candle flame, I watched the two strong men in the tavern wrestling their wrists on the wine table in the center of the tavern. The two of them had bruised arms and muscles, and they each tried their best.

Occasionally, there was a faint sound of cards flicking from the candle flame in the corner.

The smell of sweat and stinky feet is also everywhere in this kind of place.

But Zhao Qian didn't mind so much, he actually had some eyebrows in his heart.

If he guessed correctly.

In fact, judging by what happened to him in the last first world. In the past, in places like Europe, taverns seemed to have always had something to do with the underworld.

The first is because of the alcohol, and the second is that it is one of the best places for men to have fun. From time to time, there are Chinese tobacco, girls from the Far East, drinks from other countries, and gambling that accelerates adrenaline production.

This is tantamount to becoming the easiest place for darkness to grow.

Money and sin are inseparable twin brothers.

Zhao Qianyou took a sip of rum, and he just looked at it coldly.

He believed that this Galileo at the table he was not aware of such a place, but he did not dare to care.

Because in these taverns on the street, except for some high-end aristocratic tavern clubs, most of them are mixed with the shares of the royal city guards, and there are even many that are directly the property of the lord.

And that shareholder theoretically doesn't have to pay money.

This is the natural law of rights, and no one can change it. As long as classes exist.

After a few more sips of wine, Galileo opposite Zhao Qian frowned, as if he had also thought of this matter, and his originally good mood became unhappy again.

Checkout.

"Waiter."

Zhao Qian pressed Galileo's hand to take out the money, and took out the small amount of money that the station had given him from his pocket.

"Hello sir, a total of 75 shengding."

As if by mistake, a coin with a lotus flower on it landed on the table, emitting a silvery white light from the candle flame burning on the table.

It was put away.

The eyes of the person receiving the money glanced carefully at the coins on the table, and then quickly met the eyes of the paying customer.

To outsiders, this is more like a hasty sweep.

The two did not speak.

Zhao Qian glanced at Galileo, who had already woken up more than half of the wine on the other side.

With his hands in his pockets, he bumped into a stumbling drinker and walked out.