The scenery of the lake and the mountains, the purgatory of the world.

Walking out of the sewer, Lorraine and the other four came to a deserted lakeside on the edge of the fortress.

Lorraine had never paid attention to the small San Carlos before, and there was such a place similar to a private pier. It had no width or depth. It was cut out just by the irregular walls of the commander's residence, which was completely separated from the daily prosperous lakeside pier.

There are several small fishing boats with single sails on the pier, which are only five meters long, probably for the escaping tools for nobles who can use secret passages.

At this moment, the whole city of San Carlos was panicked, and the smoke pillars at the head of the militia and the head of the Shuimen Tower were shining with each other. Outside the city, there was no sound drum beat of the British army's march, and Torrescias was still lobbying Lorraine tirelessly.

"Mr. Drake, don't you know that you are satisfied with my sincerity?"

"Your openness makes me feel heartbroken, Mr. Baron." Lorraine sincerely owed Torresias.

In any case, he provided Lorraine with the most perfect passage to leave the bunker, without any effort or encountering an enemy. All the credits of Lorraine must be remembered by him alone.

He accepted Lorraine's thank-you gift with his chest straightened up, and then said arrogantly: "Then the proposal I give you in the sewer..."

“I’ve been thinking about your actions all the way.”

Lorraine stood up, listening to the confused chaos and shouting in the city, and looking at the lake and the fishing boats floating quietly on the water without any focus.

"If you had known that Great Britain was plotting against San Carlos, this would undoubtedly be a high opinion of you and a disrespect for myself."

"Our actions are very secretive. The large army was quietly hiding in the rainforest. I sneaked into the fortress without seeking any assistance. In this case, even if you are in San Carlos, there is no source of information to support you in advance to learn about my purpose."

"Same, I guess you don't know that Mala has entrusted me to blow up the civilian arsenal."

"This matter is shameless, and Mara won't let too many people know about it, and even I've hidden his real plan."

"Do you remember the company commander of the civilian army under your command? He is actually the spy buried beside you by the fleet leader. According to Mara's plan, today's action should be carried out. It will probably only create a small, controllable explosion. The purpose of course is to make you dirty, and my body will appear at the explosion site and be the pitiful scapegoat."

Lorraine waved her hand disdainfully: "Back to the point, you probably have no idea that I will appear in the bunker, nor will you wait for me there. The biggest possibility is that you entered the bunker because of Blackbeard's attack on the Watergate Tower, and unexpectedly became my captive."

Torrescias listened quietly to Lorraine's analysis, and at the moment he heard the conclusion, he nodded indifferently: "Your analysis is reasonable and the conclusion is completely correct."

Lorraine begins his second phase of analysis.

"Your first idea was to be captured accidentally, of course, is to protect yourself."

"I am a vicious bandit. I have a great goal to enter the bunker. Normally, the possibility of you living is extremely small. You have to show your own value to save your life, including driving away the guards to create a good environment, time and space for me to arrange the organs, and betray this secret passage so that I can bring you who are alive without risk."

"Take you out and I will benefit you. For me, I naturally don't have to bear the reputation of slaughtering a nobleman, and it will not affect the trade between the Chamber of Commerce and Spain. For you, you will safely leave the explosion range, and after all, it is still a survival."

"It is not until you walk out of the secret passage and enter the sewer, and all the factors that threaten your life are eliminated, you have the energy to start taking stock of the resources in your hands and trying to seek something more advanced than living, such as freedom, or even merit."

"Someone is creating horror in San Carlos. I tell you that the man is the pirate Blackbeard, and you might wish it was British."

"The British rage in the fortress. They attacked Mara, who panicked and abandoned their duties. They attacked Watergate, and Ovier died on the spot."

"Only you, the terrorist attacks also found you. The rock-solid barrier to the gospel of Santa Maria was invaded, and the arms and supplies that the civilian army relied on for war were destroyed, but you went deep into the enemy's cave to negotiate, and with the powerful deterrence of Grenada, you successfully drove away the enemy."

"You will become the hero of Spain, the savior of San Carlos. The damage of a few thousand guns and the fortress bunkers is not worth mentioning before these achievements. Look, is my analysis right?"

Torresias laughed happily: "Excellent analysis, Mr. Drake, you guessed almost all my plans."

"But you seem to have overlooked something, Mr. Baron." Lorraine spread her hands to express her gratitude, and reminded softly, "I am just a mercenary. If my contract only lasts until the fall of San Carlos, how can your plan guarantee my interests?"

"This is the part you haven't guessed." Torrescias was confident. "Even if I am free, I still plan to hand over the research materials of the Spring of Youth. Perhaps there are hundreds of octagonal gold coins to help you reward the hard work and efforts of the warriors under your command these days."

Lorraine unexpectedly raised her eyebrows: "Even if I let you go, do you still plan to give me the information about the fountain of youth?"

"Just a copy, but you have to preach that you took everything."

Lorraine suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are planning to let me attract Blackbeard's attention."

"That's the spring of youth! Of course, you need to take some small risks for this extraordinary thing."

After saying this, Torresias tidied up his clothes, just like a general who was preparing to surrender. He wanted the oil painter to record his most heroic appearance when he took over his opponent's command sword.

He looked at Lorraine, and he looked up, but his eyes could not hide his condescending arrogance.

"Everything is ready, Mr. Drake. You already know everything, and I see your intelligence."

"This intelligence will become the cornerstone of our cooperation. You should know that the British occupation of San Carlos was a futile act, and you cannot stop Grenada's powerful counterattack. If that's the case, why not let peace preside over justice for us?"

Lorraine nodded in agreement.

"You are right, Mr. Baron. Peace is the key to our stabilization of San Carlos. If the army of Grenada appears on the lake, we can only give up this fortress. So...Batow, knock him out."

"Well?"

Torresias still looked at Lorraine like that, and the declaration of the winner in his eyes never dissipated because he did not understand Lorraine at all.

But Barto understood.

The strong sailor walked to Torresias with a grin, pointing his only intact hand into a knife, and swaying to find the best position to start.

Torresias understood this action as the final blackmail.

"Mr. Drake, rational. I will not give more. We are all civilized people. You should know that I don't need to give more."

"Of course I know this." Lorraine smiled, "It's just that our thinking of pursuing peace is a little different. The way you see is that Britain retreats, but I see something else."

"The two noble men of Grenada came for the change of leadership, only separated by the small Lake Nicaragua. They will definitely not lead the army. As long as we catch them, although we still cannot conquer Grenada, the leaderless Grenada will no longer send troops to counterattack the lost ground. At least before the new governor takes office, San Carlos does not need to face the Spaniards' artillery fire."

“This is also peace.”

Torresias widened his eyes in disbelief: "You don't have a ship! With those little charge boats, it is impossible to capture our governor on the lake, you don't..."

Bang!

Barto finally found the right position and hit Torrescias' side neck with a knife.

Torresias fell softly into Bato's arms, and Bato hugged him and asked Lorraine curiously: "Captain, what are we doing next?"

"There are two fifth-class ships in Grenada, and the Governor and the Admiral should come in one of them. It is not safe to take this ship only the San Carlos." Lorraine touched her chin and returned to the small fishing boat parked by the lake. "Torresias is the next high-quality prop for combat. For safety reasons, we need more things like this."
Chapter completed!