Chapter 181

The morning sun hung high, the earth warmed up, and the transpiration of dew stained the sparse forest in the outer suburbs of leloran with a morning fog as thin as gauze paper.

This fog is the curtain of the ecological theater.

The nocturnal animals hide back in the cave wrapped in moisture, and the daytime animals taste fresh and begin to survive another day.

Birds should get up earlier. They chirp together in the branches of trees, comb their slightly damp feathers, look forward to flapping their wings and flying high.

This is perhaps the most peaceful time of the day in the sparse forest.

Today, however, the rare peace was broken by the sudden sound of horses' hoofs.

The huge riding team rolled in from the direction of the town. They discharged the loose riding array, jumped out of the ground with strong wind and dust, and ran all the way to Renault manor not far away along the forest path.

The beast is frightened away, and the resting bird is frightened. The desperate bird didn't even care about the way ahead. It burst into the tree crown and fluttered its wings to jump straight into the sky.

There were flying feathers everywhere. Many birds accidentally knocked themselves unconscious and plumped into the soft leaves. Fortunately, the passing beasts paid no attention to the delicious food sent to their mouths. Coyotes and rabbits were next to each other, and foxes and wild boars were crowded together.

They just want to escape!

Escape the knights, escape this disaster.

Lorraine threw her whip and rushed to the arrow position of the riding team. The light Haina was only half behind him, covering her face and pursing her mouth. Only a pair of emerald eyes shone with unspeakable concentration and seriousness.

The riding team passed through two turnouts like a flash of lightning, and the third turnoff could be seen from a distance.

Lorraine turned back and shouted to Haina, "leloran is not big. Acharin can only fight for us for two hours at most. The road forks ahead and act separately. Haina, take ten people around and sneak in from the side. If the negotiation can't work, clean up the top and bottom and replace them!"

"I see! Be careful!" Haina raised her hand without any hesitation and immediately divided half of the group.

The Knights formed two teams according to their groups. The shape was like two distinct shuttle shapes. The more they were separated, the more they scattered, and the farther they went until they reached the fork of the road, and suddenly they were divided into two.

Haina continued to accelerate along the road with the second team, ready to sneak in, or break in, from the wall in the west of the manor.

Lorraine led the first team into the fork road, where is the flat shade leading to Renault manor. At the end of the road is the iron gate painted pure white.

"Mountain... Mountain bandit! Enemy attack!"

A scream broke out in the woods. The green and white guard came out of the woods and ran to the manor. After a few breaths, he was far away from the galloping cavalry.

Lorraine lowered his body and shouted, "don't pay attention to the guards along the road! Our goal is the gate! Attack, frighten, put on the momentum of killing the manor, and get the alliance under the city we need in the shortest time! Assault!"

"Oh!"

In the shouting, the horse speed of the riding team was further improved. These inferior horses rented temporarily and usually only used as inferior horses have played their limit. They are foaming one by one, and a few of their footsteps have signs of staggering.

Their speed is far faster than people, but the overwhelming dust still made the manor respond one step earlier.

The guards of the manor gathered urgently, and the heavy iron door closed slowly with a harsh squeak. Everything happened in front of Lorraine.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters

The bolt slammed to death. Lorraine fiercely pressed the horse's neck and ran up. He squatted on the galloping horse with his feet in a T-shape: "draw the gun! Prepare for war! Don't rein in the horse! Kill!"

He jumped up high, the power of pedaling crushed the galloping horse under his feet, and fell heavily on the hard slate ground with a tragic hiss.

Lorraine flew up, stretched in mid air and rolled straight in the dull eyes of the guards and sailors. His hands clenched the handle of the knife at his waist, took it out with a clang, twisted his waist and split it!

The sharp blade hit the iron frame hard. The unparalleled force was transmitted through the blade, and the shaking leather fixed on the door posts on both sides gave out a distorted wail.

Boom!

A bang! The huge iron gate flew out upside down, the iron pole poked in the bolt hole twisted and plowed the soft land, and the smoke and dust broke out at the gate, obscuring everyone's sight.

In the invisible confusion, the cluttered horseshoes poured into the manor, and became quieter and quieter with the crisp sound of hammer loading.

No more voices and noise.

The leader of the guard held a short gun and stared at the sand and dust filled the gate. Suddenly, he heard a young man's voice whispering in the dust Center: "Na, nyold, can you help clean up the scene?"

The breeze rose without warning and gently brushed through the woods, dispersing the sand and dust, revealing the scene in the middle.

On the ground of the gate, a tall young man was bending his knees and gasping heavily. The inhuman blow seemed to empty his strength, so that he had to lean on the ground with double knives to barely support his body.

His strength obviously exceeded the guard leader's judgment of the strength of the human species.

But no matter how powerful he is, it is difficult for him in this state to pose a threat to the guards gathered nearby.

If... He has only one person.

Lorraine is certainly not alone.

The elite sailors of the first team rode around him, each standing upright on the horse, holding their guns high and firmly aiming at every head visible to the naked eye.

By contrast, the guards reacted much worse.

After all, some colonial farmers who had never seen the world saw this tyrannical impact for the first time, and lost the leader's instructions in their ears. Most of them foolishly surrounded the gate with long guns. Only a few people took aim with guns and threatened the unidentified uninvited guests in front of them with their trembling arms and fingers.

Lorraine took a few deep breaths and finally felt some strength flow back to her body.

He stood up straight, holding a knife flower and putting his two knives back in their scabbard.

"Your personal server!" he said in a high voice with a cold, flat voice. "The personal server of Porto is visiting and is going to stay at Renault manor for a short time. Let your master out. I need to discuss some details with him before you arrive."

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Fleischer Renault, 67, is the owner of leloran Renault estate and the current patriarch of Martinique Renault family.

The scale of Renault manor is not large. The plantation covers an area of 1000 mu, with more than 500 black slaves and more than 50 guards and servants. Martinique, the overseas province of France, which is full of big plantation owners, can only barely join the middle reaches.

His family is not popular, there are no collateral branches, and there are only two daughters under his knee. Three years ago, Xuan's grandson came into the world, barely extending the family to the fourth generation.

But it would be a big mistake to hastily think that Mr. Renault has no identity and respect in Martinique.

Mr. Reynolds had a glorious past.

When he was young, he was an expert in court etiquette in France. He was responsible for the etiquette enlightenment of royal members for many times. The most famous experience was hosting a crash course on bride etiquette for Miss Mary Antoinette, the youngest daughter of emperor Franz I of the Holy Roman Empire.

The lady later became the queen of Louis XVI, the real power in the kingdom of France, and Queen Mary, the leader of Lorraine's smuggling operation in the new world.

In his heyday, Mr. Renault had the opportunity to inherit the noble family title. His morality was good and was widely praised in the French parliament. But it was in this case that he was suddenly involved in a court scandal as the protagonist.

Times have changed, and the scandal itself has become untenable.

Lorraine knew only the final disposal result. He was expelled from the family, exiled to Martinique with his wife, and then established the Renault manor with limited funds. For more than 20 years, he lived such a small and prosperous rural life.

The Intelligence Department of the British colonial government once regarded him as a spy with major suspicion and set up a special intelligence team. The detail of the intelligence ranks first among all intelligence items.

But the results of the investigation proved that he was an ordinary unlucky man. Whether it was the loss of power due to the struggle for inheritance or the loss of fame due to the problem of his lower body, in short, when he was in his prime of life, he was slashed from a high-profile etiquette star to a plantation owner who did not worry about food and clothing.

Acharin chose him because of his experience.

This person has been in contact with a large number of Bourbon teenagers. Even after losing power, he has also guided the etiquette courses of most noble teenagers and girls in Martinique. His contacts and past are extremely consistent with the guide needed by acharin, which can shorten the time for acharin to be recognized by Leland upper class society to the greatest extent.

As for how to ensure his full cooperation

In the study of the manor, Lorraine smiled and snapped her fingers at the vigilant Mr. Renault.

Just listening to as like as two peas, the four sailors with big waist and waist threw four identical plain suitcases on Mr. Renault's desk, and opened the lid for him.

The room is full of golden light!

Mr. Renault had a dull expression on his face: "this... Sir..."

"The young master came to the Caribbean for a visit. His original destination was New France. But when he berthed in Le Francois, the young master overheard an interesting talk... Sir, the merchant ship under your second son-in-law's name was robbed by pirates more than four months ago?"

"This..."

"Compensation for personnel and goods. The young master heard that his chamber of Commerce was in crisis. Although he tried to stick to it, he was not far from bankruptcy."

Lorraine crossed her legs lightly.

"The octagonal gold coins here are worth 4000 gold Louis. They are the accommodation money entrusted by the young master to me. Because it is a temporary change of itinerary, if you only live for a few days, the money will probably be enough."

"You... Your young master..."

"Zig von Aigner is the youngest son of the Marquis of Aigner in Porto. The young master has been taught by you many years ago and always treats you as a mentor. He highly appreciates your knowledge and cultivation."

Mr. Renault opened his mouth blankly: "I'm sorry, you said... Master zigger of the Aigner family?"

"Really don't remember?" lolin smiled. "The young master told me that you were experiencing a life crisis when you guided him. Soon after the course was over, you were exiled to Martinique. I don't think you will remember him as a student. But it doesn't matter. Students' gratitude to teachers is personal feelings, so they don't need equal returns."

"Yes... Is it one of the six children at that time? When I was old, I completely..."

"You don't need to be in debt. It's me. In order to save the time to visit you, I chose the most rude behavior. Please forgive me." then Lorraine stood up and bowed deeply. "The young master is coming soon, sir. Instead of immersing yourself in guilt, you'd better be ready to welcome. In the next few days, I sincerely hope your teachers and disciples... Can get along well."