Maybe it's raining these days, and the town's roads are a little muddy. From time to time, you can see animal pens of domestic animals on both sides of the dirt road, and the smell is very strong. Qin Lun lowered the small felt hat he had snatched from the traveler, slightly covering his face, and bent down to carry a small bag and walked towards the town.

Montt Town, like all immigrant towns on the North American continent of the era, was in its infancy, and its urban planning was neat and simple. For the time being, it was still an agricultural town dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry, and most of the white townspeople owned their own land and livestock, except for the black slaves on the plantations.

The town is vast and sparsely populated, and in addition to the main building where people live, most of the households have hay warehouses, livestock pens and tool houses. The forage warehouse, in particular, is almost more important than the granary. Without a granary, people don't necessarily starve to death, and without your own forage storehouse, others won't use forage to help you raise livestock.

Qin Lun kept an eye on it as he walked. He found that the town had only one big road, and at the end of the dirt road was a church and a small square.

Compared to other buildings, this church is considered the grandest, with a three-storey Gothic structure and a bell tower on top. There are several wells around the small square, and a group of village girls with big shoulders and round waists gather in small circles around the wells, chattering lively.

Qin Lun walked here and had already discovered his goal. He paused and turned into a tavern on the left side of the dirt road with a sign carved into oak barrels.

Probably because it was still early in the morning, there weren't many people in the tavern, and the bartender behind the bar was wiping down the purple-brown walnut bar with a dirty rag.

"Duh!" Qin Lun leaned on the bar and knocked on the table to remind the bartender of his arrival.

"What do you want?" The bartender was a young man in his twenties, he didn't stop what he was doing, just glanced up at Qin Lun and asked casually.

Qin Lun glanced at the young man, who was wearing a linen undershirt that was covered with stains that could not be washed thoroughly. The rolled up cuffs on the forearms showed several threads, the tiger's mouth holding the rag was calloused, and the skin on the back of the hand was rough and molting.

He doesn't look like a tavern owner in terms of age or clothing, otherwise he would get himself a decent outfit even if he doesn't do it well. It's not unusual for the tavern owner to be absent from the shop, it's not peak yet, and the owner may be catching up on sleep and preparing for the evening opening.

"Give me a beer!" Qin Lun took out a 10 shilling silver coin and put it on the bar, pressed it with his finger and pushed it in front of the bartender, "In addition to the wine, answer me a few more questions, it will be yours." ”

The young man looked at the silver coin's throat and moved, with a flattering look on his face, and said in a low voice: "You can ask whatever you want, but the news I heard here is all rumors, and there is no guarantee that it is true!" ”

This world is the image world of the Earth, which is the same in many ways. In England's ratio, one pound sterling was equal to 20 shillings, and 10 shillings were about half a pound sterling.

Don't think that money is small, during the first industrial revolution, a woman textile worker was paid almost a pound a week, in other words, she was only a little more than £4 a month.

At that time, the weaver was also considered a skilled trade, and although it was a female worker, she was paid more than a waiter in a colonial bar. Excluding that beer, Qin Lun's 10 shillings of silver coin is also the bartender's income for four or five days.

Take the modern 3,000 monthly salary as an example, that is hundreds of oceans. The price was only to answer the news circulating in a few taverns, and the young bartender was of course secretly delighted.

"Hehe, my question is not difficult! Tell me who is the richest in this town and who has been a veteran of military service before...... Cavalry, sailors or officers? Qin Lun's eyes flickered and asked.

Although Dinah, the black girl rescued by Qin Lun, found Carmen's body, she had not seen the murderer, so Qin Lun did not know that the murderer who killed Carmen was a humanoid creature dressed as a gentleman, and he could only use the clues at hand to reason.

Carmen's fatal injuries were in two places, one was a large hole dug in the chest, and the other was a cut in the neck that had been cut flat and decapitated. Judging from the decapitation injuries alone, the murderer is obviously a person who is good at using sharp blades and has some knowledge of human body structure.

There are many such professions, and less conspicuous ones are cooks, butchers, doctors, and soldiers, to name a few. If this person is in Monte Town, then he is most likely a veteran who has fought and killed people, and several other professions are much less likely.

Monttown is a New World town developed by British colonists, and the immigrants here are basically bankrupt farmers, small craftsmen, proletarians, and so on, except for the manor owners and black slaves who came to start their own businesses.

Britain had already defeated many competitors on the seas in this era, and had the prototype of an empire on which the sun never set. The country is strong, there is no war in the country, cooks, butchers, and doctors all have a skill, and few of them will immigrate to the New World to make a living.

Moreover, although cooks, butchers, and doctors can use knives, kitchen knives, boning knives, and scalpels cannot decapitate people cleanly. The knives used for decapitation are generally long knives, and although short knives can also decapitate people, they require great strength and extremely skilled killing skills.

Therefore, the murderers were most likely veterans of war, and cavalrymen, sailors, and officers who wore cavalry knives or scimitars. Ordinary soldiers of this era used fire ~ guns and guns ~ stabs, and spears with long daggers ~ stabs were inconvenient to use to cut people.

"Oh, it must be Lord Wilson, who is not only the richest and most powerful man here, but I have heard that he has fought with the French and Austrians before." Without hesitation, the young man blurted out, feeling that the question was surprisingly simple.

Only with money can the ceremony venue be arranged, and only with murder skills can the sacrifice be prepared, the Lord Wilson in the young man's mouth is completely in line with Qin Lun's profile of the murderer.

"Lord Wilson? Lord, or Sir ? Qin Lun's eyes flashed and he asked cautiously.

The British aristocracy in this era is different from a few centuries later, and the title is still more valuable, unlike any cat or dog who can get a title from the British royal family in the future.

However, there is a difference between Lord and Sir in that the former is an honorary title that has made significant contributions to the country and is granted by the royal family and cannot be hereditary, while the latter is a hereditary title. As for the high nobles above the knight level, it was obviously impossible for them to come to the New World to be a farmer in person.

"This ...... It seems to be jazz! The young man was a little unsure, he hadn't usually paid attention to what kind of formal name people used to greet the big man. Even if I heard it, I wasn't impressed.

Qin Lun nodded, and Sir was right. Although the knighthood was hereditary, this lowest-ranking aristocracy often fell into the middle of the family before it was possible to come to the New World to start a new business. Lords, although not hereditary, are generally fame and fortune by virtue of their significant contributions to the country in contemporary times.

The property of such a big man in the New World may be just an investment, and I will not stay for a long time. Moreover, his every move is so noticeable that it is hard to imagine that he will personally perform some kind of cult blood sacrifice ritual.

"One last question...... Where does that big guy live? Qin Lun let go of his finger from the silver coin and revealed an elegant smile.

More than an hour later, Qin Lun saw a country manor.

Wilson Manor, located five miles outside of Montttown, is a small complex of four-story Gothic main buildings and a cluster of bungalows. Behind it is a small hill, and on the left is a sugar mill and a small racetrack. To the right and in front of you are lush sugar cane fields.

There was a mud road in front of the manor that led to Monte Town, and Qin Lun came by this road. Along the dirt road, he could see dark-skinned slaves toiling in the fields.

The Gothic manor was presumably where the master's family lived, and the rough bungalows were supposed to have been lived by slaves. Judging from the size of this sugar cane plantation, I am afraid that it will take at least 100 slaves to take care of it.

Qin Lun looked at Wilson's Manor from a distance and did not continue to get closer. The clothes on his body came from a traveler, and the rough workmanship and texture suggest that the dress was not so decent.

Dressed in this outfit, he was sure that the steward of the manor would not introduce him to his master.

Sir Wilson, whose full name is Thomas Wilson, is nearly 40 years old and in the prime of life. As Qin Lun speculated, the Wilson family had fallen into the middle of the family more than 20 years ago.

Thomas Wilson chose to join the army when he was young in order to rebuild his family business. However, because there is no money to pay up and down, even if he has a hereditary title, he can only start as a low-level officer.

After seven or eight years in the army, and also participated in the brutal Seven Years' War, he still couldn't climb to a high position, and chose to retire in frustration.

It's just that he didn't expect that after he retired, he came back from time to time, and after disappearing in the eyes of acquaintances for several years, he had married the only daughter of a big businessman, and had a son and a daughter, and inherited a huge sugar cane plantation in South Carolina.

"Can such a person really become a psychopathic killer? What kind of mysterious power exists in him? While being interested, Qin Lun couldn't help but wonder if he had found the wrong person.

"How do you approach this big man?" Qin Lun glanced at the inconspicuous outfit on his body and couldn't help pouting. Because of the time constraints, it was clear that he could no longer prepare properly, and he had to take direct action.

"Such a simple dress, but a white man. You can't be a guest or a slave...... Qin Lun's eyes rolled around, "It's not okay to pretend to be a doctor or a civil servant before, Monttown is too small, and Wilson must know all the people in the town, so I can only choose a character who is not obtrusive, but will definitely be able to enter the manor." ”

Qin Lun glanced around aimlessly, and finally stopped his gaze on the stable on the left side of the manor.