"Oh! No! He shouldn't have come here! Mill said, standing in the middle of the crowd.

Chris sat in the carriage and touched his delicate red curls with some confusion, he didn't know what Mill had jumped out of the carriage to do.

Before Mir got out of the car, Chris vaguely noticed that Mir's expression revealed a look of horror, and he thought that Mir must have seen something that he shouldn't have seen, otherwise he would never have even said hello.

With a skeptical attitude, Chris stepped forward and sat down in Mir's original position, he tried Mir's state and posture after speaking, and subconsciously glanced out the window.

"Damn! How could he be here? Chris stared at the sight of disbelief and amazement.

He couldn't imagine what would happen next, why Ian's soul would appear in the port of New Orleans, whether Ian had sent Alina or came to find him, Chris couldn't make a judgment, he had to get out of the car and go to Mir.

As Ian disappeared from the window in an instant, Chris rushed out of the carriage as fast as he saw the huge crowd around the carriage blocking the wide road.

Chris's ears were immersed in the cacophony of human voices, which was noisier than the chirping of migratory birds on the Mississippi River, and he couldn't see Mill in the jammed crowd, nor the police officers who followed him, even Alina's mother and daughter, as if the crowd had dispersed them.

Chris had to choose to stand on the foot of the carriage, and he looked into the distance, but he still couldn't see them.

Chris looked at the French who were about to withdraw one after another, this place was already under the jurisdiction of the Confederation, and it would not be long before he would follow suit.

"A lot of people will be in the same boat tonight, well, I don't know if I can fit them." Chris sighed under his breath.

Chris didn't know when Mir appeared beside him, and he shouted, "Mir, did you find them?" ”

"No, I didn't find them, I think they might have boarded first." Mill looked at the annoying crowd and shouted, "Chris, it's so noisy here, do you know where these guys are from?" Where are they going now? ”

"Since France sold Louisiana to the Confederation, all the French nobles in Louisiana have received orders from the emperor to rush back to France."

Chris did not hear Mir's reply, and continued: "Only the nobles and officials have received orders, and most of the French people can continue to live here, or they can choose to leave. ”

When Chris notices that Mir is not listening, he asks Mir, "Are you looking for Alina and them?" ”

"No, I'm looking for Ian, and I see Ian's soul, right in that window." Mill pointed to Chris.

After Mir jumped out of the carriage, Chris told Mir what he saw: "I seemed to see him before he disappeared, but I don't know what he came for." ”

"I don't know, to find Alina first, first to ensure their safety."

Chris nodded and said; "That's right, I hope Ian's soul has no ill will towards them."

"I hope so." Mill said.

Mir and Chris weaved through the crowd, Chris had been following closely behind Mir, and if he didn't bother to follow Mir, then he would have to stay somewhere and wait for dawn if he wanted to find Mir.

They made their way through the crowd, completely unable to determine the direction of the harbor, but as they reached the very end of the crowd, Mir saw a dilapidated carriage in the distance, and he was extremely impressed by it.

Not only had Mir ridden it, but he had also been whipped by strange winds in the carriage, especially the two windows with huge holes, and the soldier who didn't understand how to adapt.

"Chris, look! The carriage! Mir yelled, pointing to the carriage ahead.

"Yes, I saw it too, but I didn't see Alina and them." Chris replied.

"They're probably on board, at least I saw Cole Miller." Mir urged, "Be quick, Chris!" ”

"I'm already on the go."

Chris knew who Cole Miller really was, and he reminded Mir, "Mil, there's one thing I have to tell you, the next time you greet Cole, be as respectful as possible. ”

"Why?"

"He's André Massena's godson, I don't care what your relationship with Alina is, if you don't want Cole to use some dastardly tricks between the two of you, I advise you to be smart." Chris said in an extremely serious tone.

"No problem."

"Oh! No! Mir exclaimed, "Ian's soul is really in that boat!" ”

To Mir's surprise, Ian had been following Alina, he didn't know what Ian Ian wanted to do, and Mir ran desperately towards the ship.

"What?"

When Chris saw Mill running fast, he was shocked and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Hasn't God taken His soul away? ”

Mir rubs shoulders with Cole, and he feels that Alina will be in danger, so he doesn't bother to greet Cole at all, and immediately jumps onto the boat to stop Alina and Ian from embracing.

Unexpectedly, Ian's soul dissipated on the spot, causing Mir to pounce on him, and at the same time, Chris also hurried over, and he immediately supported Alina, who was about to fall, and said, "Mir, go and look for Lady Rosalie in the cabin, I am afraid that she is also very dangerous." ”

Chr's words were heard by Cole, who told Mir and Chris to stay here, so Cole removed the small-caliber flintlock pistol from his waist and cautiously carried the gun into the cabin.

Mir saw Cole enter the cabin, he stood at the sail of the ship, kept looking into the distance, Mir did see Ian in the window of the carriage, he thought Ian's soul was real, but let the observant Mir see a flaw.

The face on the glass, Ian's nose has slight freckles on both sides, although his skin is pale, but up close, you can still see it.

However, the most important thing is that Ian has a mole at the junction of his upper eyelid and eyebrows, and he can't be sure if the freckles on Ian's face were present when Mil saved Ian, because Ian's skin color makes it impossible for Mir to identify what it is.

The mole alone exposed it showed that Ian's soul was fake.

Chris couldn't wake up the sleeping Alina at the moment, and he was puzzled by Ian's approach and asked, "Mir, why did Ian do this?" ”

"He's not Ian."

After Mir had answered Chris's question, he was about to climb a section when he saw a naked woman, standing upright at the back of the huge crowd, her long golden curls hanging down her waist, her back slender and straight, smooth, fair, her legs, and most abruptly her firm ass, like a boulder in the mountains.

"What? If it's not Ian, then who is he? ”

Mill didn't answer Chris's words, he pointed directly into the distance and said, "Chris, the real ghost!" There she is! Go grab it! ”