In a small alley near the tavern around the duel site.
Zhao Qian leaned against the wall silently, took the last puff of the strong cigarette, and slowly threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground where he couldn't reach it and extinguished it.
To be honest, he actually doesn't like smoking something that hurts the body.
This modern rough-processed product is made directly from dried tobacco cut into rolled pieces.
The spicy smell inside made him start to cry.
But he really has no cigarettes to smoke.
He had already rejected countless batches of wandering warblers who came to chat with him.
This kind of baiting and hunting was far more laborious than he imagined.
Because the fish didn’t seem to take the bait at all.
"puff" He raised his head and looked at the unknown sky, and spit out the thick phlegm stuck in his throat due to smoking.
Zhao Qian walked out of this dark alley.
This was the last tavern, and it looked like it was a failure.
Not far away, Galileo, who was already sleepy, took another sip of brandy to cheer him up, and then began to try to pretend to be a prostitute, asking for prices among the prostitutes who were gradually becoming rarer, or simply sitting in a shop with floor-to-ceiling windows that had not yet closed. in the cafe.
All in vain.
Zhao Qian took two steps forward and suddenly such a word flashed through his mind.
In fact, his mind was still very clear.
Because the physical quality is at least twice that of ordinary people.
It's time to have a good sleep.
He raised his head and glanced at the gradually brightening sky again.
Shops were starting to open one after another on the street.
The cold air in the morning made many trousers shiver after playing in the pub all night.
He walked a few steps forward and almost reached the entrance of the alley.
A gust of wind swept in, and Zhao Qian took another step forward, with no intention of stopping and waiting.
Although he was only wearing a thin coat, he was not cold yet.
"sand."
The footsteps stopped, and the small step he took stepped on the gravel where the street and the alley met.
These inconspicuous little things seemed to have been brought by people through boots and the like.
He heard footsteps behind him. and prying eyes on him, but without any hostility.
"gentlemen."
A young male voice sounded from behind, and Zhao Qian turned his head.
"Click."
The long-haired man pulled out something from his waist, a matchlock.
It was the waiter at the first pub last night.
I remember it very clearly, because when he was about to leave the tavern, the guy glanced at him from behind more than once.
"What" Zhao Qian pretended to be calm and looked directly at the waiter with dark circles, but he kept glancing at the alley secretly from the corner of his eye.
It was no different from other places.
The ground was covered with tightly-structured stones, surrounded by houses made of slates.
Not far behind the guy with the gun, he saw a closed door.
Next to it are stone steps with traces of human activity.
A smelly wind blew by, carrying the smell of decay and excrement from certain organisms.
The man opened his mouth.
Will the son of the widow "istherenoheforthe" not get help?
The waiter, who was holding a flintlock gun tightly in his hand, asked every word.
He stared at the mixed-race nobleman warily.
As if to worry that Zhao Qian wouldn't understand, he didn't even use continuous reading to make his pronunciation as clear as possible.
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"Theasterasondegree" Mason disagrees.
Tentatively, he replied.
The gun in the opponent's hand dropped after the noble said the last letter. own people.
This is a code word known to some people who are interested in this aspect in the real world.
It can be said that this organization has affected the operation of the world from the past to the present and even in the future.
Freemasonry.
An organization that is not a religion but is more than a religion.
If you don't feel how powerful it is, there are some things that can tell you directly.
From the perspective of its organizational members, its members have changed the development of the times.
Edison who invented the electric light, Washington, the father of the United States, musicians Beethoven and Mozart, novelists Mark Twain, Arthur Conan Doyle, etc.
Many great people who often appear in history textbooks may also be members of this organization.
He threw the coin in his pocket that was still held by Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian looked at the man.
I caught it subconsciously.
At this moment, he could actually rush over and miss the matchlock gun in this guy's hand.
But Zhao Qian did not do this.
He resisted this unnecessary impulse.
After the waiter in the tavern confirmed the authenticity of the thing in his hand, his expression obviously softened from the tense situation just now.
Put away your guns.
Throw a cigarette over.
The man struck a match for himself.
"What's wrong with White Lotus?"
He blew out a smoke ring and asked.
Zhao Qian used the brighter morning light to see clearly the dirt between his yellow teeth that had not been cleaned for a long time.
This is an era of ignorance.
"have."
He shook off the cigarette in his hand, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he lit it for himself, he said.
"We're going to kill the next enemy of our church."
"who" "The highest officer of the Royal City Guards, Liszt."
He said expressionlessly, a beam of morning light shining through the building on his back.
The face became increasingly unclear under the interplay of light and shadow
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