The intensive pre-war preparations began in the afternoon.

After the afternoon tea, Lorraine took Hina, and Leif and Barto, fully armed and bandaged, visited Major Mara’s villa.

Today Henna is wearing another pure white dress.

The style and mechanism of the dress are similar to those of the black one, except that the conspicuous bow decoration in the previous set is removed and replaced with a soft translucent tulle for decoration.

With only this small change, the dress has become a completely different appearance. It is also elegant when worn on Henna, which is in line with the luxurious fashion of noble ladies who never cut similar dresses.

The villa is heavily guarded.

The life and death disaster a few days ago made the sunny and stupid Mara become suspicious. He no longer meets people easily, nor does he accept the villa **** arranged by the civilian army and the non-confidential port authority for him.

There are sailors from the San Carlos above and below the villa, a rough estimate of 80 people. If you count the number of people who died at night in the battle a few days ago, there are probably less than 20 people left on the San Carlos, which can meet the minimum standards for sailing and leaving port.

This is an unexpected change in Lorraine.

Thinking about the response to changes, Lorraine walked into the villa under the guidance of a second lieutenant and saw Major Mara hiding in the dim study.

Mara's gloom can swallow the light.

He sat behind the large desk and looked at Lorraine with his chin on. After watching for a long time, he turned his gaze to scan Henna, Leif, and Barto in turn.

"Your guards are healed?"

"The major was joking. How could a man with bruises and bruises be healed in a few days?" Lorraine pointed to Barto's left arm in a cast and Leif's bandage, "but we have an agreement, isn't it? ? As long as my actions are okay, I have no reason to break the contract."

"This is the only noble remark I've heard these days." Mara looked a little happier at last. "But dear Ruhr, why is your cousin here?"

"I asked her to come." Lorraine was prepared for this question, but still pretended to be careful. "Major, after the night, Baron Torresias will guard against every stranger. It’s natural for people to visit."

"That's why I need Leonor's help. A beautiful woman without the power of a chicken can make our visit more real. Even a scheming baron will definitely not be able to control the visitor with his fiancée and the explosion in the barracks. Linked together."

"You are a **** conspirator!" Mara was overjoyed when she heard it, laughed and opened the desk drawer, took out a lacquered kraft paper bag from it, and delivered it to Lorraine, "I am here. The internal response of a militia captain, the specific identity and connection code are written in the file. All you have to do is to hand in the greeting card and show up on time, and he will take you to complete the next thing."

"You have arranged it?" Lorraine asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, absolutely... foolproof."

Walking out of the villa, Lorraine's mind still reverberated with Marathi's unexplained concluding remark.

Absolutely foolproof...

Is the plan foolproof? The execution is foolproof? Or is it foolproof?

If it happens to be the last one...

Lorraine rubbed his eyebrows depressedly: "How can Spain's aristocratic education produce such people? Not only bad, but also stupid."

Henna leaned her head curiously: "Who are you talking about?"

"Talking about someone who plans to use us as a scapegoat. Henna? Why do you think he reminded me?"

"Didn't you know? Not only bad? It's stupid."

"It's true..." Lorraine laughed helplessly and called Barto and Leif? "The plan has changed, but Batto will help me deliver the invitation to the barracks? Leif goes to the lakeside dock to find Daniel? Cooperate with him after the Thunder. Wait for the opportunity to seize the ship. After you seize the ship, you just drive the ship to the north without waiting for us."

...

After some busy schedule, the hour hand finally pointed to seven o'clock in the evening.

Lorraine opened her eyes in the church bell? Seeing Henna in the shadow of the room? She has changed into her black dress with bows.

This is obviously not because of simple preferences.

Black is the color of night, in the state of night, it can help her hide her breath to the greatest extent. If I met Blackbeard and a group of people again at night, this little advantage is likely to become the key to the final decision of victory or life and death.

Lorraine had the same idea.

The accessory weapon he prepared for himself is the double sword he is most familiar with? Although he can only wear a right-handed knife to match the dress, although the wide-bladed long knife matches the dress is not good? But when I think of the **** black blade in Blackbeard's hand, this All problems? No longer a problem.

There are also hunters...

As the most threatening firepower output of the Blackbeard team to Lorraine and others, in the absence of Pierce? Lorraine still couldn't find a good response.

But Henna made sure that her throwing knife pierced the right shoulder of the hunter.

The right shoulder is the key part to complete the shot against the **** of the gun? It is no less important to the shooter than the arm of a samurai. If the hunting soldiers did not have the resilience of Lorraine and Leif? In just a few days, Lorraine should no longer need to worry about the deadly gunfire from afar tonight.

"It seems that there is nothing left," Lorraine said to himself, then opened the door and strode out.

The militia’s barracks were blazing brightly.

Standing outside the camp gate, Lorraine heard the rumorous noise coming from inside.

The militia seemed to be having a banquet.

From time to time, drunken figures swayed out of the brick and stone bungalows, vomiting loudly while holding on to the corner of the wall. Lorraine even saw a man dressed by an officer with a nakedly dressed woman walking across the street from the big bungalow into the small one. bungalow.

He couldn't help sighing: "The military discipline of the civilian army...seems to be a bit slack."

"When there is no external threat, the baron doesn't care about military discipline. You know, tax collector..."

The person who answered Lorraine’s question was Morey, the captain of the third company of the People’s Army, a forty-year-old bald man with a long hooked nose and sunken eye sockets. His expression was dark, but his voice was bright.

Naturally, he was the answer from Major Mara.

Captain Morey is a man with a broken mouth, with a strong desire to express himself.

According to what he said, it was the three former fleet commanders who arranged him to join the civilian army, the commander of the fortress at the time, whose main purpose was to allow him to supervise the issue of tax deductions by the civilian army.

Who knew that when he had a firm foothold in the civilian army, the original commander lost the position of fortress commander in the assessment. Since then, the fleet has not presided over fortress defense. The captain of the San Carlos is changed every three years. Today is already his fifth year of lurking.

But Mara is still his unquestionably direct superior, because he has an official establishment in the Spanish Mediterranean Fleet, and he is also a captain, a captain of the Royal Navy under the ground service department.

Hearing his answer, Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "Tax collectors have the expertise of tax collectors. Although the sailors in the fleet are well-trained, they may not be suitable for dealing with merchants."

"This is also my biggest feeling in the past few years." Captain Morey sighed. "In my opinion, San Carlos should have a real chief executive who integrates the three military forces, instead of fighting like the current one. Fight separately."

"Don't you support tonight's action?"

"I am a soldier, and obedience is my bounden duty, and my personal wishes are irrelevant." The captain gave Lorraine a dissatisfied look. "Come here. You are my relatives. You should come to my dormitory before visiting the barracks. Go inside."

"You are so thoughtful."

The four of them talked nonchalantly, and soon came to the small bungalow located in the corner of the barracks.

This is the duty dormitory arranged by the militia for the company commander. It has a war room, a meeting room, a living room and a bedroom. There are also adjutant dormitories and a guard barracks enough to accommodate a squad. Although it does not occupy an area comparable to that of a company platoon soldier’s barracks, In actual use, it has enough spaciousness and privacy.

Captain Morey opened the door and welcomed Lorraine and others into the living room.

He went to order the adjutant to make tea, and soon brought back four guards with live ammunition. With an order, the black hole aimed at the three of Lorraine.

"Quiet, sir, quiet. Let your guard not be impulsive, please trust my kindness."

Lorraine sat on his sofa with his eyelids drooping.

"What does the captain want me to believe? The kindness attached to the barrel?"

"In any case, kindness is always kindness. It's better than we order them to kill you now, and then kill your guard with a broken arm and your beautiful unmarried wife."

"But this is not the same as the agreement between the major and me."

"Actually, it's the same." The captain teased, "Blasting is a military profession. As long as you have a little thought, you should understand that the major will not let you preside over the overall situation. Your identity tonight is just a scapegoat. The British or shameless people bought by pirates."

"But I passed the interrogation as your relative today. If I become the culprit, you can't get rid of the relationship."

"That's a problem." Captain Morey laughed. "So the soldiers we checked tonight are also mine, and the registration information you filled in...Sorry, they probably have been burned to ashes by now."

"In terms of formalities, I am not in the barracks right now, am I?"

Lorraine suddenly asked a question that Morey hadn't expected at all.

It was through this question that Morey noticed ~lightnovelpub.net~ For a man who was falling into a trap and being pointed at his head by four spears, Lorraine's performance seemed too calm all the time.

And he was far more peaceful than him. The guard with the broken arm and the Moore girl who "has no power to bind the chicken" in Mara's letter did not see any panic on his face.

Morey had a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you mean by this sentence?"

"Of course it's for Ruel Sebrian." Lorraine laughed. "This time I borrowed his name without permission to act. It's reasonable and I shouldn't let him know nothing. Be charged with treason."

"That visitor record is more important than you think. If you don't burn it, I have to burn it too."

Morey's face changed suddenly: "You are not..."

"I'm not Ruel Sebrian. Congratulations on you guessed it. Unfortunately, there are no prizes."

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