Schultz's embarrassed expression was on his face, and he hurriedly put away his sword, but the more panicked he was, the more likely things were to go wrong, and he failed to hold the sword and caused it to fall to the grass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He tried to pick up the sword again, but Elias stopped him: "Enough, Frederick. ”

His words always worked, and Schultz lowered his head and squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "Sorry, Mr. Elias." ”

Elias finally took his own step, he walked over to the sword and picked it up from the ground. He didn't look at the sword too much, but walked up to Schultz and gently retracted the sword into the scabbard behind Schultz. "Let's go back quickly. ”

"Yes, sir. Schultz nodded.

Elias smiled and rubbed Schultz's head with his hand, which made his black hair even more disheveled. "If I have time, I'll accompany you to practice swordsmanship, I've been a little busy lately, so I hope you can restrain yourself and don't cause any trouble, okay?"

"I will, sir. ”

"Okay, now, let's go back. Elias helped Schultz turn around and gave him a gentle push on the shoulder. So Schultz walked forward, in the direction of his nest. He looked up and smiled.

The lumberyard was bustling early on, and although there were troubles, it was not something that the workers needed to worry about, they just had to do their job. Maffeo arrived early the next morning, because he wanted to avoid the guards patrolling the streets, especially Ram. If he ran into him again, he didn't dare to guarantee that the other party wouldn't make trouble for him.

Maffeo walked into the lumberyard, the wooden house that stood in the corner of the lumberyard was easily recognizable as the house of the lumberyard owner, and he walked briskly over it. Just a few steps away from the house, he could already hear the sound of conversation coming from inside the house. Maffeo maintained the respect he should have as an outsider, and he stood outside the door, waiting for the moment when the conversation in the room would die down.

But things are often unexpected, and Maffeo doesn't know if it's because his footsteps are too loud, but the guys in the house seem to know that someone is here. So before Maffeo had stopped for ten seconds, the sound of himself coming in came from inside the house. Although he had doubts in his heart, Maffeo pushed the door straight and walked in, and it was always a good thing that he didn't have to wait.

"Welcome. The bearded guy sitting with his back to the door turned around and took off his top hat to greet Maffeo, who sat across from him was a hook-nosed fellow who was looking at Maffeo with those eyes that made Maffeo feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Hello. Maffeo replied.

"I think you're the one who just wants to help us, and it looks like that guy from Fergt didn't lie to us. The mustache smiled with a smile.

"Yes. Maffeo found a bench and sat down in the direction the mustache was pointing. "So, how do you call you?"

"Tim Hartman. The mustache put the top hat back on his head.

The hook-nosed guy finally spoke, "Colin Rose." "His red hair made him look weird.

"So, what's the trouble with you, Maffeo Fry?" Maffeo wasn't going to waste time, so he cut straight to the point.

Hartman pulled out a drawer from the cabinet next to him, took out a letter from it, and handed it to Maffeo. "Take a look. ”

Maffeo opened the envelope in confusion, and the handwriting on the parchment was strange. But it's not so much strange as the guy who wrote the letter is so bad that Maffeo has to admit that he can't even write such damn handwriting. He quickly scanned the contents of the letter, no doubt it came from the thieves' guild that had been circulating in the city. They wanted wood here, but it didn't look like Hartmann wanted to give them wood.

"The Thieves' Guild?" asked Maffeo tentatively.

"They're doing some conspiracy, but I don't care what they want to do. What I do know is that they don't want to get a single log from me. Hartman's tone was unmistakable.

"They're crazy people, and I think we'd better be cautious. Rose reminded.

"You don't need to be reminded of this, Colin, the gentleman in front of us can help us. Hartman raised his hand and pointed at Maffeo.

Maffeo felt he needed to know better, "It's a threat, and I think it's easy to find the guards in the city to solve this matter." ”

This time Rose spoke up in front of Hartman, his tone displeased, "No, no, no, we need the help of those guys who don't eat military salaries." We need to settle this matter privately, and my dear lumberyard owner, Tim, doesn't want to give the good quality timber to the Imperial Army. He looked at Hartman, who nodded to Maffeo, indicating that he agreed with Rose.

This made Maffeo even more wondering, what is the purpose of this lumber yard? He asked, "Then why are you opening a lumber yard here?"

"It's a peaceful town, but we don't want to give a single piece of wood to the guys who want to have a dispute. Whether it's a thief's guild attempting to rebel, or an army serving as a fig leaf for local lords. We provide it to all the merchants who need our timber, but not locally, so we have a couple of specialized ships that allow us to deliver the timber to various places. You see, Mr. Fry?" Hartman said of his purpose, and as silly as it sounded, Maffeo respected everyone's choice.

"In other words, it's just our production site. It's a nice place to stay away from the war. But lately the Thieves' Guild guys have tried to rebel, and that will bring the flames of war to this peaceful place. Now that we're threatened by them again, I think you can see why we need help. Ross added.

Maffeo nodded, although the situation here was complicated, but through the information that Elias had told him before and the addition of these two strange guys now, he could understand what might happen here. But what made him strange was that it seemed that the revolutionary army never appeared from beginning to end. But he decided not to think about it, and what the revolutionary army wanted to do had nothing to do with him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Things have to be solved one by one, and when you've solved all the things, you'll be able to complete your mandate. Hartmann pinched his beard and said word for word to Maffeo.

"What do you mean?"

"After helping us solve the problem, we will provide you with enough wood to repair the Black Shark for free, and this is your reward for helping us. Ross said meaningfully.

"Looks like you know Fergt and Fischer. ”

"That's not important, now, let's get started. Hartman pulled out a piece of parchment from under the table, which recorded his current plans. "First of all, to test your abilities, I need you to help us rescue a guy. He's our best guy here, and we need him to find out what's going on with the Thieves' Guild. He was arrested by the guards for drinking and brawling in the streets the other day and is now in the prison next to the barracks. We need you to get him out, and remember not to alarm any of the guards. The first thing he needed to do was to surprise him.

"Wait, this doesn't look like something a lumberyard owner should want to do. Maffeo expressed his doubts.

"You just have to do what we need you to do, and then you can get the wood that Fergt needs, it's that simple. Hartman dodged Maffeo's question.

"He was just caught by the guards for drinking and fighting, right?" Maffeo confirmed, not wanting to save a guy who had committed some serious crime.

"He was reckless, but he was a drunkard. But his ability to find out is what we need, and he's been working under me for many years, and I know him as a person. Hartman seemed to be comforting Maffeo.

"Well, this will be the first prison I've infiltrated. Maffeo stood up and prepared to leave.

"Remember, don't alarm any of the guards. Take care of that thing behind your back, don't kill, we don't want to see bloodshed. Rose's cold voice sounded just as Maffeo was about to leave the door, and Maffeo half-turned his head and nodded slightly.

It was impossible to infiltrate the prison during the day, so Maffeo had to figure out the patrol routes of the outer guards and their shift schedules, which would allow him to come up with a plan. In addition to that, he needed to observe the terrain around him, and maybe there was something he could take advantage of. Marcos had done this many times, but Maffeo didn't know how he was supposed to do it. After noon, he left the hotel and walked in the direction of the military camp in the inner city.

There are two towers around the prison, and the guards on them have excellent views, which is also the place where Maffeo needs to be vigilant. Maffeo did not choose to observe from the rooftops around the prison, because that would only be the best target for archers in the tower, who were not blind and could not fail to see a living man crouching on the roof. Maffeo chose to blend in with the crowd of people walking back and forth around the barracks, and then leaned on the cover of the crowd and gradually approached the prison. Considering that Greatsword could not bring him any help during the infiltration process, he simply put it back in his hotel.

When moving to the vicinity of the prison, it means that the number of people who can be used to provide cover will gradually decrease until there is no more. People don't choose to come to this hellish place because there is a good chance that they will be warned by the guards. So Maffeo deftly broke away from the crowd and entered the stable between the prison and the barracks, where there were no people feeding the horses, and he was not found.

He cut a gap in the weeds and used it to observe the situation on the other side of the prison. All he needed to do at this point was to write down as much as possible the patrol routes of the guards and the time of their shifts. He was mad and missed the arrival of the night, and that was the best time for him to act.