Perhaps it was the hypnotic effect of the little half bottle of whiskey, and soon after John returned to the inn, he fell asleep on the goose down duvet, while Ducky took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers, and counted all the people who had upset him today, and untied his clothes and fell into a groggy sleep.

The noisy crowd woke up the room in the early morning, and John reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw Ducky sitting in the corner of the bed with a dagger in the scabbard, so he smiled at him and asked him if it was morning, Ducky tilted his head and looked a little unsightly.

"Do you need me to wake you up?"

John felt that Ducky was starting to be yin and yang again, so he quickly dressed and went downstairs, and found that the scheduled carriage had already parked at the door, and he realized that he had missed the time.

The carriage drove from the Chrysler Hotel in Lyon onto Maimaha Street, then turned and bumped up the Billing Avenue for a few minutes before turning into an unnamed alley where the coachman insisted on stopping in front of a hay yard.

Ducky took the small pieces of paper given by Swift and carefully pointed them at the house numbers, and then he noticed that the numbers on the plates were increasing, and the number 163 in his hand was supposed to be at the end of the narrow alley, so he walked towards the end of the street.

No. 163 is a humble tailor's shop, with a wooden sign hanging on the door and a group of children playing in front of the window.

"This is the informant that the fat man said?" Fantesi looked at the children with disdain on his face.

John was also deeply skeptical, but questioned the wild children with a little expectation.

A boy who looked like a child king stood up and replied generously, "Give us five dollars each and I'll lead the way." ”

"Just you? What more money do you need for a bunch of little kids? Fantesi's thumb was stuck in the cake-shaped belt buckle, and a contemptuous smile crossed his face.

Ducky nodded and motioned for Vantessi to come up with a sufficient amount of money, and in the face of the latter's questioning look, Ducky explained that Mayor Lemieux had a habit of recruiting children as spies, which was a characteristic of St. Denis, and the children's credibility was quite high.

The wild cubs took the money and ran away with joy, and at first John thought they were just nimble liars, and the older boy ran up a trailer before stopping, and waved at Dutch and them.

"Come this way, gentlemen!"

John: They followed the beating life through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a row of iron fences.

"Sir! Your destination has arrived. ”

It is a courtyard, decorated in the style of a church garden, giving it a quiet and laid-back feel, not at all like the private residence of some sinister moonshiner.

The guards at the gate took the dagger from Dutch's waist and promised to keep it, and the others surrendered their weapons. Unarmed, the men continued to search for Manstar, and at a nursery near a nursery, John saw a gorgeously dressed lady and a strong deputy having an intimate conversation, and he thought it might be Strichie's lover and her bodyguard, so he went up and asked.

"Ma'am, do you know where Mr. Manstar is?"

The woman smiled with her little hands and said nothing.

Seeing that the woman did not answer, John asked the man the same question, only to see the man point to the woman next to him.

John was a little confused: "Sorry, ma'am, but ......"

"Aren't you looking for Stretch Manstar? I am. The woman said.

The voice came from the mouth of the good-looking lady, a very sharp voice between a male and a female voice, and John searched in his mind, he was very sure that Striedge Manstar was a man's name, but it was a woman who appeared in front of him, and he knew that there was something else to it, but at least the visual and auditory misalignment was enough to make him dizzy for a while.

"Hey...... You say, why does everyone react like this when they see me for the first time? Mansda sighed.

"Sir, we understand your surprise, my friend lost some of his limbs in an accident when he was a child, he chose to go in another direction, although his parents acquiesced to his decision, not everyone can understand him like that, we have wanted to be respected by everyone all these years, and in terms of his character and career, the name Striech Manstar can never be ridiculed." The man said.

"Then you are ......"

The man gently picked up Mansda's right hand, and then kissed it with great affection: "Bryant Jay - a star who will always protect his sweetheart." ”

Ducky came over with the rest of the men and asked John why he had been dealing with two unrelated men for so long, John introduced Strich, and he noticed that the same consternation flashed across Ducky's face, but Ducky quickly calmed down.

"Lady Manstar...... I guess that's what I should call you. Ducky bowed, "If you have made such a big achievement in the sake industry, you don't have to care about other people's opinions." ”

"I believe and have always lived by this faith, and I can only stay away from the eyes of everyone if I go further on the road I am good at." Streich said with a slight nod.

"Yes, we're all trying to be like that, but times are getting too fast, and it's hard to do things that we think we'll come naturally." Ducky said with a smile.

"Oh, really?"

I could see that Streich was interested.

Ducky looked at John: "Well, this year is really a happy year for a good corn harvest, Mr. de Price wants to skip the middleman relationship and collect rent directly from the supplier, he thinks that this trade should be simpler and purer, and should not let an additional third party intervene in it to divide the oil and water, but he did not make a sale, but reserved a part of the middleman to provide the opportunity to cooperate, and as the production of distilled spirits is about to usher in the peak season, he is also eager to find qualified partners, which is why we found you." ”

"De Price I know is not a man who changes the rules easily." Mansda cupped her chin and thought for a moment.

"In addition to pursuing higher profits, Mr. Price actually found some evidence of collusion between restless middlemen and the police, and if he still wants to sit in the governor's position, he has to act, so he sent me here."

"It's important, I have to get in touch with him personally to prove your identity." Stretch smiled, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"No need." Ducky said as he pulled out a moonshine order and handed it to Streich.

John felt that in the cognition of the group of people who secretly brewed moonshine represented by Strichie, the bootlegging order was their wake-up call, constantly reminding them that they had to bribe officials to make their running water legal, so a liquor dealer should be nervous and anxious when he saw the bootlegging order, but he didn't expect Manstar's face to be shocked, she said calmly.

"Gentlemen, please come with me."

Ducky and his party followed Stretch to a council chamber with a large round table made of quartz in the middle, and half of the wooden globe in the center of the round table was exposed, and the whole scene was arranged as if they had come to the sacred era of Carmellot, sitting next to King Arthur.

"I can understand that Old Price has his own difficulties and ideas, but if something big happens, he prefers to visit in person." Streich sat down on a stone chair at the edge of the table, patting the dust and wrinkles from the hem of his skirt.

"As you can see, the moonshine order is in the old gentleman's own handwriting, and the date of payment is not long ago, you can check these at will, but what we want to do is to let you cooperate with us without any worries, Mr. Price has not made us come all the way to make his sincerity useless." Ducky recited the prepared lines with emotion, and if John hadn't known the ins and outs of the story, he might have believed it.

"Well, sir, you've earned my trust for the time being, but Monsieur de Price should know that I'm the middleman who gets the most dividends, but he may still be able to afford my sales channels to the extent that he can find me to work with."

"In short, with your ability to rule over Saint-Denis, your intelligence is unsurpassed, and I think you know who has benefited the most in this matter? Mr. Price just wants to maximize the profits for both of us, and it shouldn't be difficult for you to realize that. Ducky said.

Stridge slowly stood up, pulled out a wooden box from under the drawer of the round table, and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I can still tell the difference between praise and flattery."

"But it's really good for you, you can get your share of the money without much effort, and if your former competitors lose out in Mr. Price's selection, they will give you the money, Mr. Price......"

Stretch raised his hand to stop Ducky, who wanted to continue to refute: "If you still want to make this happen, go collect the debt before I change my mind, the taverns in the city are all set up with coins waiting for you to go at this time." ”