Turtledove didn't know how this old Xiucai named Zhang Mourning Wu came here.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and people are like fluttering in the wind;

The life is ups and downs, and his life is like duckweed raining.

The turtledove plucked the remnants of the knots from his head and put them in his pocket.

But that's all there is to it.

Although the heartache is like a knife, what can be done?

It's just that there are traces buried in his heart after all, and he hasn't noticed it at this time, and it wasn't until many years later that he remembered that it was today's scene that had a huge impact on him.

……

Turtledove came to the counter.

Armand hid the gun in his hand in a drawer and looked at the turtledove through the counter.

Silva under the counter stopped crying, although his face was still stained with tears, but he also stubbornly took care of the bow tie around his neck, and with a smile on his face, he asked, "Guest, would you like a glass of rum?"

The giant stiff brought a high stool and placed it next to the turtledove, and the turtledove sat on it.

At this time, in the tavern, the smell of tobacco and gunsmoke had not yet dissipated. The troublesome drunkards smashed the tables and benches of the tavern, leaving not only blood all over the ground, but also a few hard corpses.

The light from the windows illuminated the tavern in a hazy light, and the air was filled with a hazy sense of tranquility.

Turtledove pulled out a gold coin and placed it securely on the counter.

Then, a buckshot was placed on the other side.

"I've heard that your tavern is as old as Fort Laramie?" The turtledove opened his mouth and exchanged pleasantries.

Armand behind the counter nodded.

"Why?" Turtledove's tone suddenly became scathing.

Fort Laramie is definitely not a good place with good security, and the streets are neat and clean when you just get off the bus. However, if you take a closer look at your feet, you can see the blood that has just been rinsed.

If you're willing to look down, it's easy to spot a finger or hair in a crack in the rock.

Armand behind the counter swallowed and replied cautiously, "It's all up to the guests here!"

"Guest's care?" Turtledove turned his head and pointed to the smashed-up tavern.

Once a month, a "caretaker" like this comes and the tavern is closed.

But looking at this situation, I am afraid that this kind of "care" will come once a week.

"Well," replied Armand, smiling hard, "though the guests are often messing around, they are very generous!"

"Where did you get that old Indian?" Turtledove asked.

"Bought at the slave market."

"How much?"

"It's an additive, given when I bought a horse." Armand added: "Because no one understands what he is saying. I just thought, my customers always like weird things, maybe they'll like the Indians singing? So I brought him back."

"Understood." The turtledove nodded.

He fell silent, and Armand didn't ask anything.

I don't know how long it took for the turtledove to wake up from the silence, as if remembering something.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself, your name is Armand, right?"

"Yes, Armand Duvall!"

The turtledove nodded, looking sideways at the crescent moon.

Crescent tapped her fingers on the countertop, drawing Armand's gaze to it.

"Armand Duval, male, 65 years old!"

"Born in the French department of Orléans, in 1802 he joined the French Raphaelite Artillery Regiment, a descendant of Napoleon Bonaparte. Accompanied by an army to Haiti in 1803, and with the French army withdrawn from Haiti in 1804, Monsieur Armand stayed behind and went north to Mexico, where he briefly served as an artillery captain in the El Paso Regiment."

"In 1810, when Lyon founded the city at Fort Laramie, Monsieur Armand came here and opened a tavern, which is now the "House of the Sailors."

"The business of the sailor's house has always been miserable, especially in Fort Laramie, where every inch of land is at a premium, and it is not cheap to maintain such a large business! Fortunately, there is also a band of horse thieves in the Great Plains under the control of Monsieur Armand, and they have brought him a lot of money."

"In 1821 Monsieur Armand married a wife named Tiffany, and your wife bore you a child, and then they left here, supposedly to Paris."

"In 1830, when there was a fire between the House of Leon and the House of Brown at Fort Laramie, Monsieur Armand stood by in the midst of this fire, so after the fire ended, Monsieur Armand was jointly suppressed by the two families, and in 1835, Monsieur Armand's horse thieves were ambushed on the Great Plains and their whole army was destroyed!"

"In 1835, Monsieur Armand was 57 years old, but in the year Monsieur Armand went to Mexico to talk to Crockett the Elder. Then he went on a trip to the Thorn Plains Farm in Mississippi. It should be noted that the owner of Thornfield Farm is named Jefferson Hamilton Davis!"

"In 1838, five years earlier, a guy named Peter Davis came to Fort Laramie with a letter of introduction from Andrew Jackson Jr., and because of this guy's arrival, the power structure of Fort Laramie was divided into three parts at once. The military, police, and taxes were in the hands of the Leon family, lawyers, courts, and business were in the hands of the Brown family, and culture and education were in the hands of the Davis family. Monsieur Armand briefly closed the tavern and worked as a butler for two months."

"I'm done!"

The crescent moon said in one breath with an expressionless face and stepped back.

……

Silent.

Armand felt that he must have been standing for too long, and his legs began to tremble.

But he had to hold on to the edge of the counter so that the tremor did not pass on to his hands, or at least not for the young man opposite.

He swore he wasn't scared, he just couldn't control himself.

"Take it easy, old Armand! I have no ill will." He heard the young man across from him say to him. The voice was so soft that it trembled a little.

Armand smiled hard again.

He heard the young man across him say to him again:

"Today, the power of Fort Laramie is divided into three parts - Monsieur Armand, I just wonder what 'culture' and 'education' are?"

"I, a foreigner, really can't understand how fat 'culture' and 'education' have to be for the Davis family to take a fancy to these two things?"

"Or is that Congressman Peter Davis with the golden spoon in his mouth really a piece of pure waste, who can only get these two pieces of food from the hands of the Leon family and the Brown family?"

……

Armand smiled hard.

Although the young Indian chief on the other side had already finished introducing himself, he did not know the other party's name.

"Silva!" He called.

The bartender behind him replied, "Yes!

"Serve a glass of rum to the guests!" Armand struggled to reach out and take the gold coin from the counter.

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