In a small alley near the tavern around the dueling arena.

Zhao Qian silently leaned against the wall, took the last puff of the cigarette full of flavor, and slowly threw a section of his hand that could not be smoked to the ground and extinguished it.

To be honest, he doesn't really like to smoke this kind of thing that hurts his body.

This modern rough-processed product is directly cut and rolled with sun-dried tobacco. The spicy smell inside made him burst into tears at first.

But he really didn't smoke anymore.

I don't know how many batches of wandering warblers who have refused to come to talk, and this kind of bait hunting is far more laborious than he imagined. Because, it seems that the fish does not take the bait at all.

"Poof!"

He looked up at the sky at an unknown number of points, and spat out the thick phlegm stuck in his throat because of the cigarette smoking.

Zhao Qian walked out of this somewhat dark alley.

It was the last tavern and, apparently, failed.

Not far away, Galileo, already sleepy, took another sip of brandy to refresh himself, and then began to try to pretend to be a prostitute, asking for prices among the dwindling prostitutes, or simply sitting in a café with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Beat the air.

Zhao Xiang took two steps forward, and such a word suddenly flashed in his mind, in fact, his mind was still very clear.

Because at least twice the physical fitness of ordinary people is placed there.

It's time to get a good night's sleep.

When I looked up at the gradually brightening sky, there were already shops opening on the street.

The cold air in the morning made many of the pants-legged men who had been playing all night in the tavern shiver.

I walked a few more steps forward and came out of the alley.

A gust of wind swept in, and Zhao Qian took another step forward, without stopping and waiting. Although he was wearing only a thin coat, it was not cold.

"Sand."

The footsteps stopped, and the small step of the step stepped on the gravel where the street met the alley. These inconspicuous little things, it seems, should have been brought by people through boots or something.

He heard footsteps behind him. and snooping on him, but without hostility.

"Sir."

A young male voice sounded behind him, and Zhao Qian turned his head.

"Click."

The long-haired man pulled out something from his waist, an arquebus.

Was the waiter at the first tavern last night.

I remember it very well, because the guy looked at himself from behind when he was about to leave the tavern door.

"What?"

Zhao Qian pretended to be calm, his eyes stared squarely at the waiter with dark circles under his eyes, but he kept scanning the alley secretly.

It was no different from the usual places, the floor was a tightly structured stone block, surrounded by a house made of stone slabs, and the guy with the gun saw a closed door not far behind him.

On the side are stone slabs with traces of human activity.

A foul-smelling wind blew through it, carrying the smell of decay and excrement of certain organisms.

The man's mouth opened.

“IsThereNoHelpForTheWidow＇sSon?” (Won't the widow's son be helped?) ）

The waiter with the flintlock pistol in his hand asked word by word, staring warily at the half-blood nobleman on the other side. As if he was worried that Zhao Qian wouldn't understand, he didn't even use continuous reading to make his words as clear as possible.

“TheMasterMasondegree！” (Mason Mason disagrees.) ）

Tentatively, he replied.

The gun in the other's hand drooped after the nobleman said the last letter.

Own.

This is a code word known to those who are interested in this aspect in the real world, and it can be said that this organization has influenced the functioning of the world from the past to the present.

Freemasonry.

An organization that is not a religion but is better than religion.

If you don't feel how powerful it is, there are things that can tell you very directly.

From the perspective of its organizational members, its members changed the development of the times. Edison, the inventor of the electric light, Washington, the father of the United States, Beethoven and Mozart musicians, and novelists Mark Twain and Arthur Conan Doyle. There are many great people who appear in history textbooks and may also be members of this organization.

threw the coin in his pocket that was still pinched by Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian looked at the man.

Subconsciously caught it. At this moment, he could actually rush over and deflect the arquebus in this guy's hand with his hand.

But Zhao Qian didn't do this, he resisted this unnecessary impulse.

After the waiter in the tavern confirmed the authenticity of what he was holding, his expression visibly softened from the tension just now.

Put away the gun.

Threw a cigarette over.

The man struck a match for himself.

"What's the matter with the White Lotus?"

Asking with a puff of smoke rings, Zhao Qian could see clearly the dirt between his yellow teeth that had not been cleaned for a long time through the brighter morning light. This is a time of ignorance.

"Yes."

He shook off the cigarette in his hand, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he lit it for himself, he said.

"We're going to kill the next enemy of our church."

"Who?"

"The supreme commander of the Royal City Guard, Liszt."

He said with a blank face, a beam of morning light shining through the building behind him.

The face became more and more unclear under the interplay of light and shadow.