The manhunt began, portraits were handed down, and groups of clergy, nobles, and city guards flowed like water in the streets and alleys. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

All the forces in the city, both nobles and commoners, white and black, were mobilized to search for the "assassins".

Viscount Isaac also took the portrait and led a team of his men to search in the city of Luntu.

He was full of rage, and the portrait in his hand was tightly grasped in his hand, and he looked at it over and over again, and the alien man painted on it, the assassin, the heinous sinner, had been deeply imprinted in his mind.

He knocked on the doors one by one, blocked the hotels by him, and interrogated the faces by him.

As time passed, good and bad news came to him from all directions.

"Pastor Mark found a knocked unconscious merchant in the west of the city......"

"It has been confirmed that the Assassin stole his ceremonial cart and infiltrated the church......"

"A group of suspicious people were found in the south of the city......"

"The other party refused to identify themselves, and they did ......"

"Baron Matthew has rushed over to help......"

"It was identified that the group that was killed was a small pirate in the neighborhood who had robbed the merchant ships of our city......"

"The heretics who believe in the truth won't let us in and search ......"

"Deacon Puran has already gone over to negotiate......"

"The owner of the Bloodsickle Hotel has a message......

"It's a river thief, and he has been shot dead by Deacon Montgomery......"

"The search of the Golden Bull Hotel has been completed, and no suspicious persons have been found......"

......

Gradually, it got dark, and it was almost dark.

Countless torches were lit, and one by one, the teams turned into fire dragons shuttling through the streets and alleys.

Braziers were also lit on the city wall, reflecting the entire city wall as if it were daytime, and teams of city defenders were sent to the city wall, constantly patrolling back and forth.

The church prepared countless steamed buns, bread and soup, and delivered them to the team members who were constantly searching.

The torches were extinguished and lit, and every area was swept over and over again, questioned, searched, and eliminated.

Another whole night passed.

Again for nothing.

Viscount Isaac's eyes were bloodshot, and he sat on the curb in a daze, looking around blankly, and in a voice that was already hoarse, he kept shouting something, as if he had lost his soul.

In one night, he felt as if he was ten years older.

In one night, he went from an angry mad cow to an old dog overboard.

Viscount Isaac was never a stupid man, and he knew very well that it was not easy to search for a person in such a huge city.

But when the power of the whole city is used, everyone is united, driven by hatred and anger, everyone exerts great power.

No one is lazy, no one is slacking off, everyone is focused and serious, and even the slightest suspicious place is searched again and again.

He was full of hope, confidence, and motivation.

But apart from a few bandits, criminals, pirates, petty thieves, they found nothing.

Obviously such an obvious person, obvious yellow skin, obvious black hair, obviously small man, but it is so difficult to find.

It was as if the assassin had never existed.

The search continued, but the movement of the ranks was not as swift as it had been.

Everyone began to get lazy, and everyone knew that the more time passed, the less hope of catching the Assassin would be.

In the cathedral, the tall and thin Deacon Puran and the middle-aged Deacon Montgomery also returned.

Although they didn't use much force, the two still looked very tired.

The three deacons and elders gathered together, all grim faces.

The first to speak was the elderly deacon: "In this way, it seems that this matter is not up to us, so let's write to Paris." ”

"Will this matter affect the plan of the Lord, I think, it is better to ask for help directly from the Holy City, and this kind of thing is better left to the Inquisition. "Tall and thin deacon suggests.

The middle-aged deacon slammed down the table and said angrily, "This damn assassin!" Forget it, I'm going to deliver the letter to the Holy City myself!"

"Okay, then just write to Paris and tell me what happened. All other details will be sent directly to the Holy City and handed over to the Inquisition, which will take care of it. "The old deacon's coffin is conclusive.

"You say, could this assassin have something to do with the musketeer who came the other day?" said the tall and thin deacon, expressing his doubts, "He seems to have returned just in time for Christmas." ”

"Haven't we investigated, he's here to chase Sophie from Marceau's family, and he doesn't have a mission on his side, and we don't need musketeers in this small place. There should be no relationship between this, you don't think about it. The old deacon said.

"Is the city still blocked?" asked the middle-aged deacon.

"Keep sealing, how long can you keep it closed, my intuition tells me that the assassin is probably still in the city!" said the tall and thin deacon decisively.

"Then we can't keep it sealed, so our church will be under a lot of pressure, those nobles, alas, ......," the old deacon sighed.

"Then seal it for another three days, and after three days, you are allowed to enter and not leave, and you will wait for someone from the holy city to come. The tall and thin deacon compromised.

"Montgomery, you go to the Holy City today, go directly to the various churches to change horses, non-stop, we will hold on here first. The old deacon said.

"Good!" the middle-aged deacon agreed.

When the city gate is opened, the whole dock is afflicted.

Large quantities of goods are piled up on the docks, filling the entire docks.

Fish that were not shipped out were constantly dying, stinking, and dumped into the sea, and the air was filled with a strong fishy stench.

A large group of porters, sailors, and merchants were stranded on the docks, and one by one they were so angry that they turned the "assassin" over and over and scolded them over and over again.

When Zhang Ang came to the pier, he saw such a scene.

As for why I came to the pier and didn't continue to practice on the beach, of course, it was because it was late and I was hungry.

At first, he only cared about how to complete the assassination, how to evade pursuit, and how to clear the suspicion, but he didn't think about what to do if he was locked outside the city gates.

He had neither food nor money with him.

If it comes, it will be safe, and this gate does not know when it will be opened.

So, I had to go to the dock, see if there were any people I knew, get something to eat, and solve the problem of food and clothing.

When he came to the dock, it was already evening, everyone was preparing to eat, and if there was a way to find a pot, he would cook a seafood soup, and if there was no way, he would take a branch and grill fish to eat.

Zhang Ang couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he saw those primitive and rough cooking techniques.

"You guys are doing this, it's just a tyrannical thing! Don't move, let me come!" Zhang Ang shouted.

He immediately showed his identity, stepped forward, and just tried his skills, and immediately caused a sensation in the entire dock.

A stream of delicacies appeared in front of everyone's eyes, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Without asking for help from acquaintances or relying on his aristocratic status, Zhang Ang used his outstanding cooking skills in exchange for a comfortable bedroom, plenty of food, and even a merchant sent servants to serve.

Zhang Ang couldn't help but think of a sentence that his teacher used to say: An excellent chef has food to eat wherever he goes.

Even if it's to the other world.