After breakfast, Mavi looked at the time and opened the church door on time.

The street outside the door was bustling and the weather was just right.

"Communication, almost." "Go according to the plan and send Mr. Jacob and them out of town," Marvey said. ”

"Okay."

The source nodded, put on his top hat, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in an instant.

Today is the wedding day of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, and the famous nobles of the entire Wexford County have come, and the police are all dispatched to maintain law and order cautiously, for fear that something will happen.

This is also an excellent time for Ma Wei and others to do it.

He was going to send Jacob Valentine, Raymond Wood, and others out of the hectic city and into other cities to live incognito.

Day of action, today!

"Here we go..."

Exchanging glances with the orange figure on the opposite roof, Ma Wei nodded slightly, and the orange figure turned his head away, behind him...

A group of cats swarmed by.

..................................

On the main road out of the city, several police officers set up a cordonade, and for this special day, they received orders from their superiors to strictly check the passing carriages and pedestrians to guard against some ill-intentioned petty people.

After all, dozens of nobles gathered in the church on Ross Avenue, which included more than half of the wealthy in Wexfordshire, should a problem arise...

The consequences are unimaginable.

Similar incidents have not happened before, such as the Great Famine nine years ago, when two thieves killed a baron using a bomb bought on the black market.

From then on, the nobles began to guard against strangers who suddenly approached their carriages for fear of reprisals.

Merely...

Among the police officers who were in charge of checking passing carriages and pedestrians today, there were several 'uninvited guests'.

Although they are also wearing police uniforms, they have a big gap with ordinary police officers in terms of temperament and conversation, and their eyes are also very sharp.

A wagon laden with goods approached slowly, leaving a long rut in the canopy, and the canopy was full of boxes, and the coachman held the reins in one hand and the silver flask in the other, and drank and hummed melodious country tunes.

"Stop!"

Such a suspicious carriage must not have escaped the eyes of the police, who immediately stopped the carriage and said that they would inspect the goods on it.

A police officer glanced at the driver with a deep brim and asked in a cold voice, "What's on the car?" ”

"Porcelain."

The coachman replied with a smile: "It has just been unloaded from the docks, and it is going to be shipped to Watford!" ”

"Porcelain?"

The officers looked at each other and were vigilant: "Why don't you use rail transportation for such a valuable cargo?" ”

"I didn't catch the first train, and the customer was in a hurry, anyway, New Ross City is not too far from Watford, it will be there in two or three hours, there is no need to wait for the next train, isn't it!"

"Unpack and check!"

"Good, good..."

The coachman jumped out of the car, took a few police officers to the back of the carriage, skillfully opened the baffle, first opened a wooden box, two porcelain vases with bright glaze, printed with cyan cranes were placed in the thick hay, the police turned over the hay, and found no suspicious items, and the carriage full of boxes, not even a small child could be accommodated, how could it be hidden?

There were neither dangerous goods nor people, and the officer nodded and asked, "Whose cargo is this?" ”

"Our boss's name is Sean Rickman."

"Oh, it's Rickman's cargo." The police officers looked stunned, apparently having heard of Sean Rickman's name, "Okay, let's go." ”

The coachman hurriedly got into the car, just raised the reins, and was about to cross the blockade ...

A hand, suddenly, pressed his shoulder.

The coachman turned his head to look, and saw a thin old man who had come to him at some point, with rough skin, a thin face like a skeleton, and a pair of eyes under his pale forehead.

A sneering smile rose at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he said softly, "Don't worry, let's check it again..."

Father Satuk!

Seeing him, the coachman frowned without a trace, his eyes flashed slightly under the brim of his hat, and he immediately smiled: "You are also a policeman?" ”

"I'm not a police officer, but we have a search warrant from the city lord." Father Satuk took out a roll of parchment from his bosom and spread it out to show him, the signature on it was indeed the hand of the fourth prince, Arthur.

I couldn't help but say, the old man asked the police to stop the carriage to prevent the coachman from escaping, and he came to the rear, opened the box, picked up a porcelain bottle, and looked at it carefully...

Running his fingers over the smooth bottle, he said, "This bottle... It's a bit heavy..."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and let the bottle fall in the driver's suddenly shrunken hole.

Smack!

The bottle split and shattered, revealing the box attached to the bottle.

Fr. Satuk frowned, picked up the box and looked at it, revealing that it contained fine diamond jewelry.

According to the "Maritime Trade Tax Act" promulgated by the Kingdom of Windsor, anyone who smuggles more than 100 pounds will be sentenced, but...

"The Sword Comes"

He is a priest, can he control the smuggling of others?

It's not the same thing as what he's looking for...

"You dare to smash my goods!"

The coachman rushed up, ignoring the policeman's obstruction, grabbed Father Satuk by the collar, opened his mouth and cursed, and the strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

His men pulled the coachman away, and Father Satuk stared at the box for a long time, and was about to speak, when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an intercity public carriage approaching from a distance.

This large intercity public carriage, which serves ordinary people who don't have much money to take the train, is crowded and mixed, often with more than two dozen people crammed into a cramped space, bumped and bumped, running between cities and charging cheap fares.

Twenty kilometres from New Ross to the village of Wellington Bridge, you can pay only 3p and are a popular means of transport.

What really caught Father Satuk's attention was the suitcase stacked high on top of the carriage.

Under normal circumstances, passengers are not allowed to carry large suitcases on short bus journeys, unless they pay for it.

Nowadays, there are seven or eight large suitcases on top of the carriage, which is very rare and can only be seen when moving.

Throwing the box into the haystack, Father Satuk clapped his hands, ignoring the angry coachman, "You go." ”

"Lose money!" The coachman grabbed his priest's robe, and shouted by the neck: "You smashed a vase at me!" ”

Bite.

A gold coin bearing the portrait of King Rhodes IV fell to the ground, and Father Satuk led a group of police officers towards the public carriage.

Bending down to pick up the gold coin, the coachman took a bite, and after finding the real thing, his eyes lit up, peeked around, quickly put the gold coin into his arms, picked up the fallen hat, quickly got into the car, and shook the reins.

"Drive!"

Seeing this scene...

Father Satuk finally withdrew his gaze and was completely disillusioned.

...........................

The carriage loaded with goods went out of the city, drove on the road for a long time, and suddenly turned into the side road and stopped, and the coachman jumped out of the car, raised his hand and pressed the wooden box containing the porcelain bottle, and the golden light flashed in his eyes.

The wooden crates began to wriggle, turning from lifeless dead objects to living people.

Jacob Valentine, who had returned to normal, picked up Pipsqueak and took Sissi's small hand, looking at the communication in disbelief like Ronan Wood and the others.

Only Raymond, who had seen extraordinary power, was very determined, and he snorted twice, not surprised at all.

"Let's go."

The old clothes of the coachman were replaced by the old clothes of the coachman, and the old clothes of the coachman were replaced by the classical withered silver cane, the top hat, and the tuxedo became tall and magnificent, and the communication pressed the brim of the hat, and said to Jacob Valentine and the others: "The goods in the car can be exchanged for about 500 pounds, which is the settling-in fee for you, and you will go to each city according to the priest's plan." ”

"What about you, Brother Come?"

"I..."

The source smiled slightly: "I have to go back and put on the next good show." ”