"Bart, is what you're saying reliable?"

The person who spoke was the same Jeth that Wilson had talked to Barthes about last time. Jess was a young man, who had already had a full head of gray hair at the age of sixteen, and was always called a little old man, but he was not impressed, but proud, and often told those who laughed at him that the princes had silver hair. As a result, Jace kept his hair long from the neck down, and always liked to run his hair from his forehead to the back of his head with his hands.

"If you lie to us, we'll make you walk around without food!"

Jace's nemesis, Ansellu, is a short, sturdy teenager who has always had short hair and looks very violent.

Bart smiled and said, "Don't worry, there will definitely be indulgences in Room 38 of the Holy Mountain. If all of you burn a fire, those disciples will never dare to let your father buy indulgences again for a year, and you will all be able to eat rice again. ”

"Then why don't you come with us?" said Jace, touching his long white hair, looking at Bart hesitantly.

"My dad had already bought indulgences this year, and I didn't need to go. I just don't want to see the Christians being so rampant that I want you to burn indulgences and extinguish their prestige!" replied Barthes.

"Well, we believe it. We're going to burn the Holy Mountain tonight, and you'll have to get a good look at this majestic sight at the bottom of the mountain!" Ansaylu looked strangely indifferent, as if he had accumulated a strong anger.

Bart gave them a few applause, "First applaud your courage, then cheer for your success." ”

Jace sneered, "I'll cheer you when you're bold." With that, he walked forward and passed Bart, "Go, Ansaylu, take our brother with you." ”

Seven sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys faded away under Barth's watch.

"What a group of young and frivolous teenagers, I was like them the other day, and now, now, it's much worse. Bart smiled inwardly, "I can't stay any longer, and I'm going to inform Wilson soon." ”

Bart ran toward the beach next to Wilson's house.

It was early afternoon, and Wilson lay beside the great ancient rock, his arms resting on his head, his knees folded together, like a leisurely old beggar.

He immediately stood up after hearing the sound of Bart running on the beach, and looked at Bart with a smile, "I knew you would make it." When are they going?"

"They said to go tonight. It seems that they are still very confident. Bart snickered.

Wilson quickly shook his head and said, "No, no." They are a group of courageous men. He turned his face to the sea, looking at the place where the sea and the sky meet, "We should try to get them to join our organization." In fact, since two years ago, I felt that it was a group of people who were righteous and courageous, and now through this incident, I can make more affirmation of my judgment. However, they also need to be wise, and my plan this time is to make them suffer a little. ”

"Frett and the rest of them, you've arranged them all?"

"There's certainly no problem with them, we have to believe in the kids. Sometimes children are more flexible than adults when it comes to doing things. Isn't that the same true for the so-called childish words?" Wilson suddenly laughed.

"Aren't we children too?"

Wilson sighed, "I've not been a kid since I had this meticulous plan. Since you agreed to join our organization, you are not a child anymore. It is impossible for a child to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. ”

Bart nodded, "We do have a lot of things that adults can't shoulder, but sooner or later someone will have to shoulder those heavy responsibilities. Since we have become these people who have shouldered these heavy responsibilities, we must not regret that the Mediterranean Sea will surely become a glorious ocean. ”

Wilson didn't speak, paused for a moment, and asked Bart, "As far as you know, what kind of people on our Loxisba Peninsula would be equipped with shotguns?"

"What does a shotgun look like?, why would you suddenly ask such a question?" Bart, visibly at a loss.

"I don't know what it is. On the edge of Tarta was a man named Jack, no different from an orphan, who lived by fighting and grabbing guns, and he had a dozen brothers under his command, and most importantly, shotguns. They went to the orphanage to bully Fret and the others, and Morey told me that Jack was holding a shotgun, and I wondered, the average person has a musket at best, but how can a sixteen or seventeen-year-old have a shotgun?" Wilson frowned.

"How do you know that Morey is right, what if it's not a shotgun?"

Wilson shook his head, his eyes revealing a little sadness, "You probably don't know about him yet, he had a father before he became an orphan, and his father was a fisherman. Once, his father took him to a small island to catch a rare fish, and when he encountered pirates, his father was hit by three bullets, but he gritted his teeth and rowed a small boat and sent him back to the Losisba Peninsula. You know what? The thing that shot his dad three times was a shotgun!"

Bart was silent for a moment, "Do you suspect that Jack has a connection to pirates?"

"Just guessing, at least I can't find anyone who is also qualified to use a shotgun. Shotguns are not allowed in the army, and there is absolutely no way for ordinary people to obtain them. It would be reasonable to say that Jack picked up the shotgun, but Morey also said that Jack was full of muscles and very strong. Think about it, now that the people on our island can fill their stomachs, everything is fine, how can they still eat muscles?, and that man is like an orphan and homeless, how is he rich in nutrition?" Wilson threw all his questions to Bart, and although he knew that he would not be answered, he himself knew that he was more aware of his thoughts after saying it.

"I'll go back and investigate this person, my uncle is a company commander in the navy, and he should know all the pirates around him. You put this matter aside for a while, it's not easy to deal with with a gun. ”

Wilson shook his head again, "No, no, I'm not saying it's hard to deal with him, even if each of them has a shotgun, I still have a way to deal with them." It's just that I think there must be something wrong with him, and it's a big problem, and it's related to the survival of our Lossisba Peninsula. ”

Bart was surprised and asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

"It's not really, it's just a feeling. ”

"It feels like something can go wrong. You're not a woman, where do you get your sixth sense?"

"The sixth sense is also possible for men to feel. Wilson loosened his brow and smiled.

"Okay, it's useless not to talk to you about this. Bart stretched, "I've been busy all night without rest, let's go back and sleep first, and we'll plan tomorrow." ”

Wilson waved his hand at him, "We'll have to come out tomorrow morning, and it'll be all over when it's late." ”

Bart had already taken a big step and stepped back, "If you're okay at night, you can go to the Holy Mountain and watch the fireworks." ”

Wilson clearly felt that two men had imprisoned his body in the most subtle and direct way. And Wilson couldn't get full freedom without harming their two children. For a moment, the three of them were deadlocked.

"Guess who I am?" said the two men who were pressing on Wilson.

"You're Frete and Duka. ”

"No! I'll let you guess who I am!" two immature voices came from above.

Wilson had a headache and said impatiently, "It's not fun, can you make it a little more difficult?"

"Then guess who covered your eyes. One child said hesitantly.

"And who are you holding my left arm?" Wilson asked them a rhetorical question.

Frett and Duka's bodies were entangled, and it was natural that they couldn't tell whose part was pressing on which part of Wilson.

"It's Duka!"

"It's not me, it's Fret!"

The two children let go of Wilson's hand to prove who was right.

As soon as Wilson relaxed, he straightened his waist and turned over sharply, throwing the two children aside.

"Haha! You two still want to calculate me, but I am calculating!" Wilson began to laugh at the two men lying on the ground in a mess.

At this time, Bill Kleist, who had just wanted to trip Wilson with a rope, and Morey Kelly, who wanted to attack Wilson with sand, came to the side of Frett and Duka.

"Brother Wilson, why do you always get out of our well-designed trap?" asked Duka, puzzled.

"You can only be regarded as a small trap, and when you encounter a big trap, you will know how to deal with small traps. Wilson explained to them vaguely.

"We've done everything you asked us to do, come and see in our room!" Frett led Wilson to the inside of the church.

As the curtains opened, the sunlight poured in, and the orphans' three-meter-wide bed was filled with wooden swords, all of which were extremely sharp and exquisite.

"You're really good, these forty swords seem to give people the power to slash!" Wilson touched them one by one.

"Of course, of course, the strength of our brothers is well-known, and it is worthy of the name!" Kai said proudly with a thumb rubbing his nose.

"How did you get out there?" Wilson asked the question deliberately.

"This ...... This...... There's a lot of rumors, how can I remember it!" Kelly stroked his shiny hair and grinned.

Wilson put his hand on the top of Kelly's head, "You kid knows it's stinky! The kids outside say you're the king of stinky beauty!"

"Who said that, I'll go for him!" Kelly turned to walk out.

Frett dragged him back and said, "Follow in the footsteps of the team, who allowed you to act on your own?"

Kelly heard their boss teach him a lesson, bowed his head and turned back.

"I'm not here today just to test the fruits of your labor!"

"What else?" said the six children in unison.

"I'm here to tell you that the plan I told you last time has already been implemented. ”

"When?"

"I'll let you know when it happens. Your task now is to prepare, but don't mess up. ”

"You're not at ease with us?" Kelly patted his chest.

"We've had a lot of things with you, haven't we, when have you ever been disappointed?" said Bill, who was a little upset when he heard this.

Fret hurriedly said: "Don't interject, Brother Wilson is also to emphasize the importance of the matter, don't misunderstand him, now we will listen to Brother Wilson's words." ”

Wilson smiled and raised his eyebrows, "It's just a small beginning, and it won't be long before we really start that grand plan!" ”

Duka said, "We've been looking forward to that day for a long time, why didn't you start this project sooner?"

Wilson smiled, "The right time and place are indispensable, I've been waiting for the right time, and now it's finally coming." ”

"When?" Duka asked, puzzled.

"It's complicated, and you'll slowly understand that starting sooner or later will not be a smooth implementation of our plan. Wilson looked at the six of them still looking at him suspiciously, and then changed the subject, "Have Yas and Uncle Galen been back to the city these days?"

"They haven't been back since they went to Naraki New Town!" replied Frett.

This Losispa Peninsula was originally a place on the edge of the Apennine Peninsula, facing the sea on three sides, and it cannot be regarded as a peninsula in professional geography, but some people who love their hometown call it a peninsula in order to improve the status of the Losispa people.

The peninsula is not small in size, but it is also small in size, consisting of four small towns and small villages around them, with a total population of about 100,000. These four towns are Tartas City, Naraki New Town, Naraki Ancient City (the new city and the ancient city are far apart, not renovated, but the two towns have the same name, some people call them Naraki City and Naraci Town), the last town is the largest, and close to the interior, called Barkley City, prosperous business, developed economy, many rich people have gone to that place.

The village near the city of Tarta where Wilson and his family were located was the closest to the heart of the Mediterranean, so it had always been a battleground for soldiers.

"When Yas returns, our plans will go further. Wilson nodded.

"Brother Wilson, yesterday a group of thugs broke into our church and told us to get out of here, because if Duka hadn't managed to trick them out, we would have been punched by them. Morey pouted.

Fret glared at him, "Can I kill you!" A bunch of thugs scared you like this, and told you not to tell Brother Wilson yesterday, why did you say it again today!

Morey was so frightened that he almost cried.

"Don't scare him, just tell me anything, don't put up with it. Frett, how did you manage them, and you almost made them bullied, why didn't you let me tell me?" Wilson asked Frett after a few taps on Morey's shoulder.

"I know you're busy, so we won't bother you with what we can do on our own. Plus it's not an honorable thing to be bullied, how can we be embarrassed to say it. Fret quickly explained.

"What kind of people are they?" Wilson asked with a straight face.

"There were more than a dozen of them, all fifteen or sixteen years old, and the one in the lead was called Jack, and they all called him the Boss, and he had a shotgun in his hand, and he was covered with muscles, and he looked very powerful. Morey sniffled twice, trying to remember yesterday's group.

"How can they still have shotguns?" Wilson muttered to himself, then asked, "where do they live?"

Bill patted his chest and said proudly, "Fortunately, I was brave, I secretly followed them after they left yesterday, and it turned out that they lived in a broken factory in the city of Tarta." An old man told me that the factory was about to be contracted by a rich man, so they had come to occupy our place. ”

Wilson said appreciatively, "Yes, courageous." ”

"I should be the one who has the guts, if I hadn't been clever enough to lie to him that the backyard dogs weren't in cages, how could you have stalked them. Duka gave Bill a disdainful look.

"If I hadn't learned how many dog barks, I wouldn't have said more. Kelly shook his hand at Duka.

"Stop, stop! Now is not the time for you to argue, hear what Brother Wilson has in charge. Seeing that they were going to continue arguing, Frete hurriedly stopped them.

Wilson thought for a moment and said, "We don't have time to deal with them yet, and they have guns, so I don't know if anyone will get hurt, so I want to wait a few days before we can solve this problem." Depending on the situation, they will definitely not come again in the next two days, so don't think about it yet, and prepare our plan well. ”

"How do you know they won't be coming back?" Morey asked in a whisper, visibly frightened.

"If you bully them, can they sit idly by? They will definitely find good helpers, set up a net, and wait for you to take the bait! It's the same as when you design a mechanism today and wait for me to suffer a loss. Wilson explained earnestly to Morey, a timid child.

"Brother Wilson is so smart!"

"It's just bold imagination and reasonable speculation. Go ahead and prepare your plans for the future