That night, Lorraine and Katerina walked into the cold cellar of Kent Manor one after another.

The smell here is very bad. The musty smell, the smell of fresh blood, and the smell of organic matter are mixed together to form a kind of precipitation that cannot be described in words. It gives weight to the air here and fills the chest cavity, which cannot be eliminated.

But no one had expected to find any element of the sun in a place born for lynching and imprisonment, so the two didn't say much, but followed the guiding servants all the way deep and went straight to the penultimate cell.

Bach was in the cell. He was sitting cross-legged on a pile of thatch. He was pulling a bowl of moldy wheat and rice with the bleak candlelight, which looked extraordinarily sweet.

Lorraine screamed at the servant. The servant understood, took out the key and removed the iron chain to open the prison door for Lorraine.

Even so, Bach still did not stop grilling rice, insisting on saying that there was a difference, it seemed that he ate faster.

Considering that it is impolite to interrupt people to eat, Lorraine waited quietly for him to finish eating, and stopped Catalina, who was about to call, to prevent her from making any noise.

In the silence, Bach ate faster and faster, and soon he was choked to death as expected.

He raised his eyes, his complexion was purple, and he reached out to grab the water glass in front of him. Lorraine gently lifted his foot and kicked the water glass far away, splashing clear water on the ground.

dying……

This sudden movement made Bach froze in place, quickly pinched his throat, and began to beat his chest desperately.

Lorraine leaned over and gently squeezed his two arms, slowly but firmly lifted up until he was forced to stretch his chest, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not spit out the grains of rice in his throat.

His face was getting purple and his breathing heavier, but he still didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to raise his head, he just kicked helplessly, the slower he kicked, and the softer he kicked.

The moment he stopped kicking, Lorraine suddenly released his hands and kicked his feet heavily on his belly.

Bach flew out and hit the wall with a bang. Blood, stomach acid, dryness and softened rice spurted out of his throat at the same time.

He coughed desperately on the ground, crawling over while coughing, lying at the feet of Lorraine, trying to kiss the toe of his shoe.

Lorraine coughed disgustedly: "Mr. Bach, is the wheat and rice delicious?"

"Sir... Your lord... I have already told you what I know. There is no need to use torture... I really don't need to use torture... I am very knowledgeable about current affairs."

"I know you know current affairs, but this is what I hate about you. Take it away."

A group of people in the old tavern were quickly taken out of the cellar by the guarded servants, including Bach's wife and daughter, stuffed into a large carriage, and slowly drove out of the Kent Manor.

In the carriage, Bach held his wife in his arms and glanced at Lorraine, who was smoked out of the carriage by them, and married with the groom.

"Redhead, that scary gentleman is your new employer?"

"In order to redeem you, the captain paid 300 pounds to the earl." Catalina took an eighty or nine-year-old girl into her arms with pity, and said softly, "If it weren't for the fact that my goddaughter had been sent away, too. Entering Kent Manor, I will not beg the captain to save you."

"Kate is my angel, I always knew..."

"You don't know." Katerina glanced at Bach. "Your mouth was too quick to drag the captain into the water."

"I...this is to protect myself."

"Telling Count Galvez that the person who rescued him was a group of pirates does not detract from your crime. To be precise, it is detrimental to others. If the captain is not clean, the entire New World will not find a wanted warrant for him. Now he has been hanged on the sandy island of the delta. It is impossible for me and the new companions on the boat to be spared. Old friend, you did something stupid."

Bach's face flushed red: "You were the one who stole my information first. Your captain used my information to do a good job in front of the Frenchman. I didn't expect you to come to save me."

"But here we are."

"You are here... what do you want?"

"I just don't want the kind little Kate to ruin her life because of her stupid father. As for my captain, he is now the earl's guard."

"You want to use me to snoop out information that is not good for the French?"

"Yes."

"But I was taken away by the Frenchman, and then released unscathed. In this matter, no one will continue to trust me."

"I know you are not the only one in this city who runs a life-saving business, but you are the best. There is always a way to collect information from other places. The captain said that money is not a problem."

...

money is not a problem.

Having established a stable channel with professional intelligence dealers, Lorraine quickly felt the difference.

News from the entire New Orleans and even the Northern Suburbs battlefield was continuously transmitted to the Jackdaw, and Lorraine grasped most of the key hot-searched information on "Galves" without leaving home.

Bach conducts the first refinement, and Carmen and Noah are responsible for the second refinement. The intelligence sent to Lorraine is highly targeted, and one by one is closely related to the earl's life.

Lorraine’s self-directed and self-performed assassination really messed up the stagnant pool of New Orleans’ defense of New Orleans.

Everyone thought that a certain nobleman in France had murderous intentions on the earl, and the demons were all excited, and the whole New Orleans Hyakkiye walked.

The fastest of these is the British.

Through their Indian allies, they offered high rewards in an indigenous tavern. Although the people who released the reward tried to disguise themselves as the pro-French Chitimaca tribe, they didn’t care about it and were easily caught by the intelligence traffickers. Having pulled out his identity, he is a pro-British black-footed tribe.

They offered a reward of 100 leather shotguns, 30 of which were used as deposits, which have been divided equally by the two small tribes.

Lorraine immediately passed the news to Karen and Acharin in Kent Manor, asking them to strengthen their guard. On the other side, the Jackdaw went upstream, down the wide Mississippi River, into Lake Pontchartrain in northern New Orleans.

According to the news, the Indians placed the attack site on the only way for the earl to travel between the battlefield and the barracks, preparing to attack from both sides of the Great Lake and the lakeside forest. In order to ensure the success rate, the British even provided them with a few light cannons, which are likely to be placed on canoes.

The appearance of the artillery made Lorraine's prudent **** plan lose most of its value. Once they were allowed to easily launch an attack on the Earl's motorcade, even with a four-pound Army light gun and shotguns, the Earl could easily be crushed to pieces.

The top priority, Lorraine must find those cannons in advance to eliminate the threat.

With this mission, the Jackdaw began to cruise the lake.

Lake Pontchartrain is a large lake with a span of nearly 40 kilometers from north to south and longer from east to west. There are no islands on the whole lake, and the waves are calm and calm.

But Lorraine searched for a day and did not find a docked or sailing Indian canoe on the lake.

Has the attack not started yet? Or missed it accidentally?

While thinking about it, the Jackdaw deflected slightly to give way to an oncoming Slup fishing boat.

Seeing Fan Ying on the fishing boat drifting away, Lorraine suddenly had another thought.

What if... What if the canoe carrying the artillery is not a conspicuous canoe at all?

Lake Pontchartrain is rich in fish resources. There are dotted sails on the lake, and fishing boats are like shuttles. Most of them are owned by fishermen in nearby cities, and no signs are hung on the boats.

A modified ship with temporary guns hidden in the middle will not feel inconsistent at all.

However, as we all know, Indian sailors are a rare species. Compared to floating on the water, they prefer a down-to-earth hunting life. Even if it is fishing, they also like their own canoes.

The possibility of a sailboat controlled by Indians alone is too low, so Lorraine didn't think about it before, but what if the British had ended up personally?

Is it possible?

Lorraine quickly ruled out this possibility.

Assassinating the commander of an enemy country in a war is a despicable act that the nobles cannot tolerate. This can easily lead to an escalation of the means of warfare and put all senior officers on both sides at risk.

Therefore, it is impossible for the British to put their soldiers into this kind of incident~lightnovelpub.net~ Their maximum operation is to hire pirates or privateers to act, and they have to hide themselves in the process of hiring. Just like the assassination that Lorraine is facing, the Indians of the Blackfoot tribe acted as the Chitimacha tribe.

If it hadn't been for Lorraine to surrender Bach in advance, no one would waste manpower to investigate the details of a reward publisher.

A specious assassination plan gradually took shape in Lorraine's mind.

Indians who are good at ambushing in the jungle set up ambushes on land and pinned the Earl’s convoy by the lake. Professional sailors drove their camouflaged ships and suddenly revealed their minions, bombarding the land, harvesting lives...

After the earl's life and death, all this will be blamed on the imaginary French aristocrats, without any embarrassment.

"Perhaps this is the real plan of the British..."

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