Blackstone Code

"People's attention is now focused on the Pengeo native war. This is the best time for us to leave!"

In the cloakroom, the Minister of War put on those slightly sour clothes with the help of a servant. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his own image.

No one, including himself, can connect him now with the inherent impression of the Minister of War.

The butler was on hand to help him handle some details. At this time, the Minister of War was acting as the gardener in his own manor.

Looks like he's doing a pretty good job of disguising himself!

"After I leave, things here will be more troublesome for you to keep an eye on. I will contact you immediately when I get there..."

The Minister of War shifted his gaze from himself in the mirror to the butler.

"Until then, you can leave."

The butler bowed slightly, "I know how to do it, sir."

Butlers, especially those in large aristocratic families, actually have family blood.

For example, the chief steward of the royal family is the brother of the former emperor.

The butler in the Minister of War's family is one of his cousins.

Nearly ten years older than him, he was the housekeeper chosen by his father.

Because the housekeeper will be responsible for many private matters of the family, no one can trust it completely if it is left to an outsider who is not related by blood.

In most cultures around the world, recognition and loyalty to bloodline are considered a mainstream view.

In this way, the housekeeper has a lot of power, but will not do anything that harms the family.

The Minister of War was still a little relaxed at this time, "Have you been contacted?"

The butler nodded in agreement, "We will leave by boat at eleven o'clock tonight."

"Nothing unexpected, right?", he asked again.

In fact, I have repeatedly confirmed several times in the past few days that the servant who left before has left safely.

But he still wanted to confirm again and again. He didn't seem worried at all, but in fact he was still a little scared inside.

After all, as long as he leaves the island, he cannot be sure of his safety.

He has to take responsibility for himself.

The steward answered in the affirmative again, which made the Minister of War breathe a heavy sigh of relief, "Then let's arrange it according to the plan!"

In the evening, at dinner, the eldest son of the War Secretary was slightly concerned that the War Secretary had not returned.

After the Queen fled the island, the situation on the island deteriorated instantly.

To use a more popular saying now, the Queen is no longer controlled by these traitors, and they no longer need to be careful.

Moreover, the Secretary of War also talked about leaving, but his absence today will inevitably make people feel a little surprised.

"Where did he go?"

After eating, the eldest son couldn't help but ask, "Didn't we originally plan to leave together tonight?"

The butler, who was standing against the wall of the restaurant, bowed slightly and said, "You leave tonight. The master will not leave until you are safe."

The children actually didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, but their parents understood it.

The eldest son's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his fists subconsciously, "Did something happen?"

The housekeeper shook his head slightly and said, "Nothing happened, please don't worry."

The eldest son wanted to call the Minister of War, but was stopped by the housekeeper. He hesitated and gave up the idea.

In the evening, the family was packing their belongings.

The Secretary of State for War has previously advised that the simpler, the better.

At around nine o'clock, an argument broke out in the room in the west corridor on the second floor.

The door was not closed, and the sound of quarrels spread. It probably meant that the wife of the eldest son of the Minister of War wanted to take all her jewelry with her.

Some of those things were purchased by her husband, and some were brought over from her own family, which are of great value.

And many of them are custom-made or antique-grade jewelry. Once lost, there is no chance to get it back.

Towards ten o'clock the eldest son, his wife, and their children appeared before the Minister of War.

The eldest son's wife's face was a little red and swollen, and her eyes were also a little red and swollen. She had obviously been slapped and her eyes were red from crying.

She used a lot of makeup, but she still couldn't cover it up well. The Minister of War just glanced at it and looked away.

His current identity is a gardener, and servants should not look directly at the female scroll for a long time.

The family in front of them did not notice that the Minister of War was standing next to them in his capacity as a gardener.

There are too many servants in the manor. They don't care about a servant's name or what he looks like. That's not what they need to do.

The family and some servants arrived at the beach in two cars.

The person who contacted me had arrived a long time ago, and he was a little dissatisfied with the group of people walking around. But after the butler promised, "That car is for you," his dissatisfied face suddenly turned into a full smile!

"These are the people, right?" The smuggler held a gas lantern and held it up next to everyone's face.

He carefully observed everyone here, trying to find something.

The woman was very beautiful, but she was slapped, but even so she was still very beautiful, but because of the slap, she looked a little... He couldn't describe the feeling, and he felt itchy in his heart.

The second man looked a little unconvinced. He was in his thirties and was not the person he was looking for.

The third child, this is not the person he is looking for.

Then came the servants.

Before getting close, you can smell the slightly sour smell on their bodies. The weather is getting hotter and the climate in Gefra is very humid.

If you don't change your clothes frequently, there will be a sour smell.

He observed everyone, including the Minister of War, and he had to say that the appearance of the Minister of War was very deceiving.

The snakehead took a few steps back with regret, "Take out all the things you carry with you, I want to check them."

He looked at the butler, "If you have weapons on you, it will be dangerous for me."

The butler nodded. Last time he also checked what those people were carrying.

The woman was a little unhappy, but she still took out the box and opened it.

There weren't many jewels inside, but every piece was of fine quality, which made the snakehead swallow twice in a row.

His greedy eyes lingered on the jeweler for a moment, and then he moved away.

The smuggler was very satisfied. There were no weapons, not even knives, which meant there was no danger. He put the people on the boat.

A very ordinary fishing boat, but it has been modified.

On the surface, it looks like a fishing boat and fish cabin, but in fact, there is a separate space in the fish cabin.

"Put the luggage over here, people can go in."

The smuggler pointed to the deck where the sailors lived. He did not explain why people and luggage were separated.

After a brief deliberation, everyone still did as he said, and then walked into the cubicle one by one.

The space in the cubicle is not large, and it is not even high enough for people to stand up. There is room for about a dozen people.

This time it was just their group, no one else, and the space was relatively open.

The eldest son of the Minister of War chose to seat his wife and children near the door, considering the foul air in the compartment.

The air is slightly better over there.

Just when they thought the boat was about to set off, the smuggler suddenly came in.

"I promised the gentleman outside to send you away, and I will definitely send you to the location safely."

"I'm not going to cause you any trouble, but I don't want you to cause me any trouble, so I'm going to sit with you."

As he spoke, he sat down closest to the small door. The eldest son of the Minister of War did not want the child to get too close to him, so he could only let the child sit between the couple.

This also made his wife sit with the smuggler.

He originally wanted to sit on the outside, but the space here is very small. After sitting down, it is basically impossible for adults to adjust the seat. At the same time, considering that he is alone and there are all "his own people" here, after doing a "I'm staring at You" expression, acquiescing to this approach.

As the speed of the fishing boat became faster and faster, the small door of the compartment was suddenly closed, presumably to avoid encountering patrols.

The Pengeo people knew that many people were doing smuggling business. They did catch the smuggling situation at first, but after losing the local war, they began to seek benefits.

If they can catch a smuggling ship, they can either extort a sum of money or swallow the contents of the ship themselves. This is the purpose of their patrol.

In order to avoid being discovered by these people, this small door to Tibetans needs to be closed.

When it's closed, you can't even notice there's a small door here.

The small space was pitch dark, with only the starlight from some gaps in the wood and the lights from the ship shining through.

The flickering gas lamp caused the light to sway continuously in this small space.

The dirty air, the unpleasant smell, the fishy stench in the fish cabin, the oppressive calm!

The snake head smelled the faint fragrance around him, and he reached out to touch it.

The woman hid as if frightened and made some noises.

"What's wrong?"

"I...no, it's nothing."

The journey was not long. After about two hours, the boat stopped.

The snakehead opened the small door with satisfaction and walked out, and then everyone got out of the small compartment.

What was in front of them was a bigger ship, a warship!

The Minister of War's eyes narrowed slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

His eldest son glanced at his wife who was sorting her clothes, but quickly turned his attention away from her as they needed to board the ship.

The hanging rope ladder is not that easy to climb. Fortunately, the rope ladder is only about six or seven meters high, and then there is the gangway.

After everyone worked hard to climb onto the warship, the small fishing boat disappeared into the night.

Entering the relatively comfortable room, the eldest son of the Minister of War looked at his wife and frowned slightly, "You have a strange fishy smell, haven't you noticed?"

The woman's attention was not at all at this moment. She opened her suitcase and screamed!

All her jewelry is gone!