The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 Catherine was put in the old man’s cloak. He found that although the old man had white hair and beard, his strength was unexpectedly great. The weight of an adult is on his body, but the old man walks smoothly without any obstacles.

　　 When passing the outer door, Catherine lowered her head as much as possible and hid her face in the cloak. And the guard didn't pay attention to himself specially, just talking to Nahan. After Nahan handed out a few Taylors, he let him go.

　　 Behind, Catherine followed Nahan out of the castle. Catherine followed Nahan for a few irregular laps around the block, and Nahan finally stopped in front of a carriage.

　　 "Mr. Catherine, you can come out now," Nahan said.

　　 Catherine came out of the cloak that the old man opened. After more than a month of prison, he finally smelled the air of freedom.

　　 The cold air irritated the nostrils due to the big mouthful breathing, but Catherine felt that it was sweeter than any flowers.

　　Na is rarely no one around, using her knuckles to regularly tap the carriage's wooden board three times. Immediately, a fox-like voice came: "Nahan, is that you?"

　　 "It's me, Sebastian."

　　 Then, an old man wearing a felt hat rushed out of the darkness.

　　 Compared with the old man who rescued Catherine, the old man looked very short. He was hunched over his waist, like a hunched back.

　　 "Mr. Catherine, we can go now." Seeing the little old man come out, the last stone in Nahan's heart finally fell to the ground. She happily said to Catherine again: "Mr. Catherine, we can go now."

　　Nahan said "we" instead of "you".

　　 "Nahan, do you want to leave too?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Catherine. The lady has granted me freedom, and she promised that I can leave here after I rescue you. I want to go back to Crimea, which is my hometown. I haven't been back for thirty years."

　　 Nahan is so enthusiastic to help her young lady, not out of sympathy, nor out of master-servant friendship, just because Miss Helena has allowed her freedom. As a Tatar slave girl, if there is no special chance, she can only work till death at the lord's house; she can't escape, because the slave voucher and the brand are there, and if she is found, she will be taken back.

　　 "Two, feel like getting in the car. We have to hurry up." The little old man urged.

　　 Nahan climbed into the car, she opened a box and got in. The little old man took a quilt and just went up and spread some lint and other sundries on it.

　　 "Mr. Catherine, you come up soon, too." The little old man urged Catherine again.

　　 Catherine nodded. He turned around and saluted the old man who had rescued him.

　　 "Please thank your master for me." Catherine said.

　　 The old man stood just like that, the cold wind blew the corners of his clothes, but he still maintained the posture of a soldier. The old man did not express any gratitude to Catherine.

　　 Catherine didn't care, he strode up the carriage and lay down in the box arranged for him.

After 　　 lay in the box, Catherine realized that this box was also specially modified. Several vents are left on the sides of the box to facilitate the breathing of people inside the box.

Snapped! A horse whip sounded. The carriage first backed up a step, and then began to drive forward.

　　 Under the city gate cave of the north gate, the mercenary Lance is teaching Cheerchen the "business experience".

"When the Jew comes, don’t believe him a word. What the Jew says is not credible. If he says that there is nothing valuable in the car, there must be something valuable in the car. You have to put it. Drive some, don't be shy, be more courageous, if he doesn't give you, he will climb into the car to make a checkup. Generally, at this time, the Jewish guy will pay the money obediently."

　　 The saliva that Lance said was flying, but Cheerchen could only listen helplessly.

　　 Although Cheerchen understood that Lance was doing him well, he also knew that if he did this, he would surely be able to swindle more money from the Jewish merchant. But from the bottom of his heart, Cheerchen didn't want to do this. Although Cheerchen became a mercenary, after all, he had received the education of a noble knight since he was a child, and the knight's creed is not allowed for this kind of eating and taking cards. Don't say that this is Miss Helena's request, even if it is not, since I agreed to it, I will definitely not go to the sidelines. It was the thirty Taylors, Cheerchen was also given to Uncle Pidro and the mercenaries of the same team.

"If you think about it this way, going out is a business trip, and coming back is also a business trip. This morning you received the money he went out of the city, now you are collecting the money he checked, and what you come back is the money entering the city. We all follow the rules. It's an errand."

　　 Lance is still teaching Cheerchen, but Cheerchen's mind is long gone. He kept looking in the direction of the city—the time he had agreed with the middle-aged Tatar woman in the morning was almost up.

　　DaDa,DaDa, a string of horseshoes came. Lance's ideas were also attracted, and he stopped talking.

　　 The sound of horse hooves approached, and soon the carriage drove to the bonfire in front of the city gate and stopped.

　　 "Who is it?" Lance shouted.

　　 "It's me, noble lord. Your loyal servant Sebastian." The little old man jumped out of the carriage and greeted Cheerchen and Lance.

　　 "What are you doing here?" Lance asked knowingly. At such a late hour, and still driving in a carriage, the fool knew that it was the Jewish businessman he was talking about during the day.

　　 "Who is Master Cheorchen," Sebastian asked.

　　 "I am. You just say that, that..." Cheer Chen wanted to mention the name of the middle-aged Tatar woman, but when he remembered, he didn't even know her name.

　　 "Lady Nahan. I am the friend of Lady Nahan, Sebastian the businessman." Sebastian was obviously very good at observing words, and immediately took the stubborn words. He did not mention Miss Helena, only Nahan, the maid of Miss Helena.

　　 "Yes, yes." Cheerchen was very fortunate for Sebastian's understanding, so that he did not make a fool of himself in front of Lance.

　　 "Master, can I leave the city?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

　　 "Dang, of course," Cheorchen was about to say yes, but saw Lance winking at him constantly.

　　 "Of course not," Tetsuchen said. He didn't want to embarrass Sebastian, he just didn't want Lance to feel that he was taking his words to the ears.

　　 "Listen to your instructions, sir." Sebastian still said in the most polite voice.

　　 "I want to check."

"sure."

　　 Sebastian's expression remained unchanged, and Cheerchen was led to the carriage. He took the initiative to open one box after another.

　　 Tetsuchen stood on tiptoe and took a look. There were rags and other debris inside.

　　 "It's all worthless things. Lord noble." Sebastian said more respectfully.

　　 Unexpectedly, Cheor Chen's expression changed when he saw these things.

　　 The things on Sebastian’s carriage are so abnormal. Although Cheerchen had come into contact with such a businessman for the first time, he could hear and see too much.

These merchants were engaged in a two-way business. They collected valuables from the city at low prices and transported them out of the city to exchange food with the quartermasters of Tsarist Russia, and then sold them to the people in the city at high prices. Going short, this is almost a fixed pattern. And what the Jewish businessman named Sebastian shipped out of the city this time turned out to be some worthless rags.

　　 Tetsuchen pressed the shaft of the carriage with one hand and climbed onto the carriage.

　　 Lance, who stood by, smiled with relief, like a teacher seeing his students get good grades. —This kid finally got on the road.

　　 "Noble Lord, what are you?" Even if Sebastian hides it well, there is a vibrato in this meeting's voice.

　　 Tetsuchen ignored Sebastian, he put a hand into the box, the box was real, there was nothing hidden. Cheerchen put his hand in another box again. This time, he obviously felt his hand touched a soft and hard object.

　　 "That should be an individual." Cheorchen thought. As for who this person is, the answer is naturally obvious.

　　 Miss Helena still lied to herself. As soon as he thought of this, Chechen felt bitter in his heart. Although he knew very well that if he were replaced by himself, saving Catherine would never tell a person who had only one side.

　　 Now, Tetsuchen has two choices. One is to expose Catherine. In this way, I obviously made a great contribution. Whether it is the Lord Feodor or the Anzumov family, they will reward themselves, but Helena and Catherine will suffer, and Catherine will be executed as a fugitive. Second, when nothing happened, he pulled out his hand and put the carriage out of the city.

　　 When Nahan came to find him, Cheer Chen had thought of this question, and the answer he thought of at the time was rejection. But now, the problem was also placed in front of him, but he found that he couldn't be cruel.

what do I do? Cheerchen asked himself. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Catherine is wrong? No. He would love Miss Lenna Shanghai, but who wouldn't? Miss Helena is so beautiful and charming.

　　 Is Miss Helena wrong? She just responded to the feelings of a person who loved her and tried to pursue her love. She is not wrong either.

　　Since Helena and Catherine are not wrong, only Helena's father is wrong, and he wants to let go of the two people who love each other. And do you want to help the abuser!

　　 As soon as he thought of this, Cheorchen slowly pulled out his hand. He lay down, as close as possible to the box.

　　 "Catherine, have a good journey." He said in a voice that only he could hear.

　　 After finishing talking, Tetsuchen jumped out of the car abruptly.

　　 "Hey, old man. You are not bad for you!" Cheer Chen said loudly on purpose.

　　 "Yes, yes." Sebastian nodded and bowed again and again, but a cold sweat was dripping from his forehead. He didn't know what Cheerchen was playing.

　　 "Twenty Taylors, I will release you out of the city." Cheerchen said pretendingly.

　　 "Okay, okay." Sebastian hurriedly took out another twenty Taylors and gave Chechen.

　　Lance saw all these. Seeing Cheerchen put away the coins, he hurriedly opened the gate of the city.

　　 Immediately a cold wind poured in.

　　 "Come on, Jew," Lance urged.

　　 The little old man Sebastian jumped into the carriage and drove the carriage out of the city gate quickly.

　　 Waiting for the carriage to disappear into the darkness, Cheerchen took out the twenty Taylors and threw them to Lance.

　　 "Give it to me? How embarrassed is this?" Lance shuddered with joy when he saw Cheerchen give him all the money, but he still declined.

　　 "I gave it to you. This money was originally for you."

　　 Lance was so dumb to hear these words, but Cheer Chen didn't want to explain anymore.