Chapter 147

The study is dark.

Although the spring outside the house is bright, the light can not penetrate into the house because of the curtain. The candles on the chandelier are naturally not enough to replace the sky light. What can be done is just to make the house "visible".

Count galvis sat solemnly on the sofa in the middle of the room, his back to Lorraine, and behind him stood the arrow knight with hanging arms and a bloodless face, smiling at Lorraine.

Thanks to Daniel's superb medical skills, two of the six guards injured that day successfully avoided postoperative infection, and ello was one of them.

According to Daniel, his wound recovers quickly and can be removed and fixed in two months at most, leaving no future trouble.

On the other hand, the sailors who were roughly treated by Lorraine also carried them with their lives. Only one person had a slight infection, which made Lorraine feel the miracle of life.

That's a digression.

Daniel's treatment pulled ello out of the gate of hell. The loyal knight felt it in his heart and took Lorraine and his party as friends. In particular, he fell in love with the rigorous Karen, and the friendship progressed rapidly.

When he saw Lorraine coming in, he smiled and hinted with his eyes that Lorraine sat opposite the count.

This gentle attitude further confirmed Lorraine's guess that the count asked him to ask Lorraine for business, not for Katrina's reasons.

Lorraine became more and more calm. He sorted out his dress and bowed in front of the count: "Lord count, I haven't seen you for two days."

"Bethany's tea is delicious. Do you like it?"

Lorraine shook his head reluctantly: "I heard it's the latest Kenya. It's a pity that I can never taste good or bad tea."

"Mr. KENWAY, who can't drink tea..." the count played with the Emerald on his thumb. "You've changed three dresses since you got up in the morning, and last night you refused the maid Bethany arranged for you to sleep. Can I ask, which noble family are you from?"

"People need packaging." Lorraine lost his voice and smiled. He sat on the sofa and hugged Erlang's legs. "Kenyan black tea has bright color and mellow taste. I like to drink it with one spoonful of sugar and two spoonfuls of milk. This will not destroy the aroma of tea itself, but also effectively integrate the astringency of tea."

He spread out his hands and put on a ruffian look: "look, if necessary, I can also understand black tea very well. It's just that tea is in my mouth. Whether I like it or not will not affect my respect for you and your wife. It's unnecessary."

The count must have looked at Lorraine for a long time and suddenly smiled: "you have a point."

"Thank you for your approval."

The count waved his hand: "I heard you have a beautiful first mate named... Donna Linka, Spanish?"

"Yes."

"Why give a woman such an important position?"

"Because she is suitable," Lorraine thought or didn't want to answer. "She has rich sailing experience, is familiar with the situation in the Caribbean, and has a good ship. She is willing to treat me as a captain and keep to herself."

"Behave yourself?" the count was surprised for a moment. "This is the most unique adjective I have ever heard used on pirates."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Lorraine looked calmly into the count's eyes, and the count looked back, silent.

The count took the initiative to break the silence: "why? I can't think of a sophistry for the moment?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to mention it so directly."

"Because I don't like beating around the bush." the count stood up proudly and went to the bar. "What would you like to drink?"

"Whisky on the rocks, thank you."

Behind him came the sound of ice and glass collision. Lorraine sat safely on the sofa. Ero kept winking at him opposite, probably to make him confess.

But Lorraine didn't know what she had to confess.

There are many secrets in his heart. The count who can tell the count should know. Lorraine doesn't intend to tell him what the count doesn't know.

Having nothing to do, he began to guess the reason why the count had arranged the room so dark.

He may not like sunshine.

This guess is unlikely, because humans are born with the attribute of light. Moreover, the window position of the study is excellent, which not only ensures enough light, but also does not have the angle of direct sunlight.

Then he's avoiding something.

Pierce's shot 150 meters away added one or even several hunting soldiers to the assassin gang. The count had captured assassins and the hands of the old tavern, which meant that he should understand now that Pierce's shot was not missed, but intended to startle the horse, which was very strange.

Lorraine didn't know when the concept of sniper began to appear, but at that time, the French and Americans had already raised the threat of hunting soldiers indefinitely.

Americans even have a special Kentucky hunting team. On the battlefield of Saratoga, Timothy Murphy, the ace shooter of this team, shot and killed the British general Simon Fraser 300 meters away, completely laying the foundation for the victory of this key battle.

So most likely, count galvis was afraid of the hunting soldiers who might be hiding in the forest. In order not to let these haunted gods of death catch him, he pulled up the curtain and hid himself in the secret.

Fear was tormenting him.

In this game, he won't last long.

After a while, the count returned to the sofa with two glasses of wine and put one of them in front of Lorraine: "tell me, Mr. kenvey, what made you decide to leave the land and float to the sea?"

"There's no special reason. I just want to eat clean food, buy a house that can shelter from the wind and rain, and live a decent life."

"So you left everything and went to the port of Spain. Fortunately, you got the ship and met a group of brave sailors?"

"The father said, don't call him by his name." Lorraine abruptly led out a Bible, "the father protects my destiny, urgently needs what I want."

"All glory to the Lord?"

"Otherwise, I can't explain my good luck. After all, I haven't been out for a long time." Lorraine spread out his hands. "I firmly believe that I have God's family."

"God's family..." the count held the wine glass and solemnly whispered the word, "maybe the so-called truth is so simple. We have an omnipotent Lord, who is the embodiment of all miracles."

The count's faith is pious. This is the information Lorraine got before.

Now, he makes good use of this. It's easier for crazy believers to communicate with crazy believers. Lorraine's faking words have reference value only in the eyes of crazy believers.

The atmosphere of the talks began to become relaxed and pleasant.

The count relaxed, shook his glass and looked at Lorraine. "What do you think of me, Mr. KENWAY?"

Lorraine considered for a long time and gently spit out two words: "Joan of arc."

"Saint?"

"The saint gave everything to France, but she didn't get the reward. Her experience is very similar to yours. From the moment I received the news, I firmly believe that someone needs to stand up against the Duke of Bedford, rather than allowing such people to send you and France into the abyss of defeat."

"Why didn't you tell me before it happened?"

"I can't see you."

Lorraine took out a small piece of wooden card from his pocket, which was taken out of time during the planning process. It said [281], that is, on the count's appointment schedule, Lorraine had 280 smugglers in front of him.

The count stared at the wooden plate and took a deep breath: "if I hire you and your crew as my escort temporarily, if... What do you want?"

"Charlville rifle." Lorraine cut the nail and cut the railway. "I need a suitable reason to make my people work hard for you."