"Boston, it's confusing..."

The night sky is like washing.

Lorraine leaned against the guard rail at the bow with a wine glass, looking ahead, but there was no focus.

Not far away is the bustling Qianwan port area, where all kinds of hotels, bars, brothels, gambling houses and wholesale exchanges gather. Even if it is dark, there is still a lot of noise and traffic.

The same is true of the wharf beside the bank. The dockers are busy loading and unloading goods. The drunken sailors shake to identify their ships, and the night merchant ships eager to leave the port shout the order to leave the bank. With the help of the pilot, they withdraw from the berth and leave the trestle far away.

There is no restlessness everywhere. Boston presents only calm and prosperity in front of Lorraine.

This is obviously abnormal.

Even if Lorraine's guess of the current situation is wrong and the freedom fighters in the city have no idea, Boston is still the storm center of the whole northern theater.

A city that will fall into war at any time is actually unprepared for war. This drunken dream is not like self-confidence, but more like the ugly state of self paralysis when there is no hope.

Unfortunately, all speculation is speculation. Lorraine can't judge anything for sure.

He did not know Boston, and even if the intelligence in his hand was integrated, it was not enough for him to see through the fog shrouding the city.

"Guns bought at a high price are not used by themselves... And sending another governor as a representative in a state capital will not really be regarded as provocation?"

"In short... It's only two days. One third of the people protect the boat, and I, Haina and Wang take one shift each. There should be no accident."

"But why do you still feel insecure? What did you miss? Or what did you miss?"

"If only there were more information... Annoying mysticism, ha!"

Disgust is disgust. In fact, Lorraine also knows that it is not wrong for Americans to keep secrets from him.

He is only a businessman and a mercenary smuggler. I don't know that Boston's secrecy will not affect his delivery. Anyway, the Americans have attached what they should say to the description.

There was no war in Boston

The route is accessible and not blocked

Britain has not leaked information about attacking Boston in the short term

Meet with relevant personnel of the Continental Army in Qianwan, unload and deliver the goods according to his requirements

The most valuable commodity on the return trip is woven goods, but only the rum brewed by Boston winery can be unimpeded in the defense area of the second formation, because the fleet secretary is the major shareholder there

It must be admitted that the intelligence services provided by Americans are considerate, although there is almost nothing Lorraine wants and doesn't know.

Depressed to dry the wine, Lorraine saw a carriage coming from the port and stopping near the Jackdaw. A strange gentleman got out of the car, politely handed a letter to the star on deck, said a few words, turned and left.

Soon after being on duty, he ran over and handed over the letter to Lorraine.

"Captain, it's Mr. Jefferson's messenger in the morning. He said that the Puritan church will hold a meeting in the old North Church tomorrow morning. Their president hopes to meet you. This is an invitation."

"Chairman? Isn't it the bishop?"

"The messenger really said the chairman."

"Do you mean... I misunderstood?" Lorraine rubbed his chin and lost himself in thought.

……

Lorraine is a pagan, Edward is not.

This camouflage of faith is difficult to understand in this era, so even Haina and Carmen have a lot of complaints about Lorraine's choice, and occasionally call him a "false believer".

False believers of God's faith are extremely serious accusations. Even if the power of the church has been greatly reduced, they will still be rejected and alienated by God's believers.

But Lorraine was a false believer in the belief of his ancestors, and the problem suddenly became subtle.

Is false faith a sin? Or the gospel?

In any case, Edward became a Catholic. Like most speculators, his faith was not pious, but he often said crazy faith.

The next morning, Lorraine had breakfast and morning tea on the ship, and then waited in high spirits until about ten o'clock. Finally, he waited for Jefferson's carriage.

The tall governor smiled and waved to Lorraine in the car. Lorraine took the short stick and top hat from Carmen, took care of it, boarded the car and set off.

The official name of the old North Church is Boston Christian Church, which is located at 193 Salem street in the North District, near Cape mountain among the three mountains in the North District.

Founded in 1723, it is the oldest church in Boston. Its spire is 59 meters high and it is the tallest building in the city.

It was also linked to the war of independence because of a good story, which has been recorded in the title page of American history. People recited that legend and revered the church as the "starting point of the road to freedom in America".

Jefferson told Lorraine all the way.

Like every excellent politician, Jefferson has a good mouth and rich knowledge. He is like a guide on the carriage, blowing away the boredom along the way and making Lorraine very interested.

Just like this time, the topic stopped just right, which easily aroused Lorraine's interest.

Lorraine stroked the Round Ruby at the tip of the short staff and asked with a smile, "since it is called the starting point of the road to freedom, does this church have something to do with an event in the war of independence? Is it the tea pouring event? Or the first shot?"

"It was Lexington's gunshot." Jefferson proudly explained, "the tea pouring event is great, but it was launched at the old South rally, and can only be regarded as an inducement. The battle of Lexington is the real starting point of the war of independence."

Lorraine was all ears.

"April 18, 1975, was a very important day for each of us. The British Army planned to go to Concord to collect our ammunition depot, and that night, our careful and meticulous Mr. Paul Revere was on duty."

"Mr. revere is an excellent officer with a strong sense of responsibility and second to none in execution and decision-making."

"In order to better and faster transmit the military information, he designed an early warning light, that is, use the height of the church spire to inform Charles Town on the other side of the river, and then use the fast horse to inform Lexington and Concord, so that the British have nowhere to hide in Boston."

"One lamp is the army and two lamps are the Navy," Jefferson said in an aria. "It has become the charge of the war of independence, and no one in the United States knows it."

"I've heard this story, Mr. Revere's midnight ride." Lorraine's face also had respect, "That night, he and his cavalry rode hundreds of kilometers on the dark mountain road, ahead of the British, and spread the news all over Boston, even to Lexington and Concord, so you can use the best preparation to win the good start, the battle of Lexington and Concord, the first war of the war of independence, right?"

Jefferson nodded solemnly, "yes, Mr. revere is a hero of America."

"Where did the hero go? I mean, I didn't seem to see his name on any occasion."

"If you want to see him, you will get what you want today."

Jefferson gave a mysterious smile, which made Lorraine look blank.

"Sorry, I don't understand..."

"Mr. revere was an excellent soldier and had no connection with politics. After becoming famous, he joined the Continental Army and became a colonel. As a hero, he continued to lead the Americans against Britain. It was not until the end of the Penobscot expedition two months ago that he took off his military uniform and regained his old career at the invitation of Massachusetts to help the Puritans form a new civil corps as a silversmith."

Lorraine was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "you mean the goods on my ship..."

"It's used to arm his soldiers. There are three regiments, the blink militia."

"Will he come to the old North church meeting today?"

"The full name of this regiment is the northern Boston regiment, named Saint. Of course, her founding mass, Mr. revere, as the army head, will come. Not only will he be present, but also the generals of the sons of freedom of the central Boston regiment, the pioneers of the southern Boston regiment, the Bunker Hill garrison of the Continental Army and the Charles River formation of the Navy will be present. Today is quanbosi A great gathering of the armed forces. "

"I feel... Flattered." Lorraine was a little nervous for a moment.

Compared with being invited to such an important gathering, in fact, he was even more surprised that the people's armed forces in Boston exaggerated to such an extent. Not only were there a large number of people, but also they belonged to different people.

It's strange that this scattered military organization model can be united, even if they are nominally under the leadership of the state capital.

Strong branches and weak roots?

Lorraine frowned: "Mr. governor, let me venture to ask, what is the Puritan church?"

"You want to ask her nature? Is it a legal religious group? Is it related to the state capital?"

"Yes."

"This..." Jefferson considered for a moment. "Although the basic structure of the Puritan church was born out of the Anglican Church of England and the president was also the bishop of the Massachusetts diocese, she was not a religious group, but an ordinary religious group in Boston, an organization of civic moral conventions. She served the citizens and was responsible to the State Council."

"Responsible to the State Council?" Lorraine vaguely felt that he had caught the key. "Then other people's forces..."

Boom!

The sudden gunfire interrupted Lorraine's inspiration, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the chaotic footsteps and people's screams poured in from far to near.

Lorraine saw Jefferson's guards gather, skillfully encircle the spindle and surround the carriage without being disturbed by the flow of people.

He saw the rider flying to the direction of the gunshot, and soon turned back.

"Report!"

Jefferson looked gloomy. "How's it going?"

"Two captains of the saints who will be named today were attacked, one dead and one injured, and all three of the attackers were killed... All black."

"Black..." Jefferson pondered for a moment. "The alert is raised and we continue on our way."

"Yes, sir!"

The carriage restarted, and Lorraine stroked the jewel of the short staff, thoughtful.

"Mr. governor, was there an assassination just now?"

"Yes."

"Is it common?"

"... this time, yes."

"Any clues?"

"Although the source has not been found... Some clues have been identified, such as the worker community in the south district."

"Worker community?"

"In order to make slaves work harder, the capitalists in the Southern District gave them a certain degree of freedom and wealth. The worker community is the colony of free slaves. It was nothing."

"But some time ago, Martinique slaves revolted. After the riot was suppressed, there were many cheap and high-quality slaves in the market. No other place dared to ask for them, except the smart Southern Gentlemen..."

"Then the law and order in Boston became corrupt?" Lorraine asked.

Jefferson sighed and nodded.

"There are gun manufacturing workshops in the Southern District, and these restless slaves have weapons. The Southern District abolished the slave registration, so that these attackers can hide their identity. Freedom of movement makes these dangerous elements unable to be supervised, and their target seems to be all whites, which makes our tracking unable to establish a targeted direction..."

"It's tough," Lorraine sighed.

"Yes... Those short-sighted fools seem to have forgotten Le Francois. If things go on, they will become victims sooner or later. No one can escape..."