This is a somewhat broken old carriage, but there are family heraldic emblems with special marks hanging on the carriage.

A discerning person can see at a glance that the owner of the carriage is undoubtedly a down-and-out nobleman.

In Winlington, it is not uncommon for such down-and-out nobles.

Many of them are eager to revive the glory of their ancestors through some opportunities and opportunities.

There are also some people who have failed to work hard and eventually let the entire family disappear into the long river of history.

After entering Winlington, the carriage walked west along the avenue, and after passing through the bustling commercial area, he came to a small hotel.

A man walked out of the carriage. He was less than forty years old and was wearing a black dress that was slightly washed with white hair. Although he was simple, his behavior was quite graceful. He got out of the car first, then put his right arm into the carriage. He first extended one arm and put it on the man's arm, and then walked out of the carriage a lady with a skirt.

Judging from the clothes, the lady's clothes are simple, but they are decorated to the extreme style and taste. They should be the man's wife, but a beautiful lady with a very charming charm.

When the man led his wife out of the carriage, he was about to reach into the carriage again, a young girl had already jumped out of it: "Oh, dad, I don't need you to help me, I can get down by myself."

This made the man a little unhappy: "Julia, pay attention to your etiquette and don't lose the rules. Girls should not jump out of the carriage like this. This is too indecent."

"Rules, etiquette, etiquette, these things are all about every day. Father, I hate etiquette, very annoying." The girl pouted unhappily.

This annoyed the man, but there was no way to do with his daughter.

Another teenager came down from the carriage: "Julia, you shouldn't make your father angry."

"You'd better shut up, Tammy, there's no point in talking here, I'm my sister!"

The boy curled his lips: "But why do people always say that you look like my sister and your mother is like my sister."

"Oh, that's because they have no eyes!" the girl shouted.

"Do you want to say that your mother looks very old?" The young man's teeth were sharp.

"No, I didn't mean that!" The girl was a little angry.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble for the children." The lady who got out of the car had gone up and grabbed the hands of her two children: "You two don't want to get off the car and fight. I really don't understand what the siblings have to make trouble for."

"Maybe it's because my sister is jealous of you. Until now, your mother still has more suitors than your sister." The boy answered humorously.

Julia looked at her brother angrily.

Even the man who got off the bus first had no choice.

No matter what, my son is telling the truth.

Although her daughter inherited the beauty of her mother, in terms of behavior and demeanor, the wife of a mother of two older children still has excellent capital to attract countless adult men.

Fortunately, his wife is very good at resisting temptation and never feels sorry for him, but for this, he always feels a little guilty towards his wife.

"Stop talking about this." said the man.

They entered the hotel.

The small hotel is very broken, and the wooden floor makes a giggle when you step on it, making people worry that you can break a big hole with just one foot.

The man came to the hotel reception and showed his identity: "William Harden, two rooms."

"William Harden?" Hearing this name, the hotel waiter looked up at the other party, and asked, "From the Southwell group of the Nords group?"

"Yes."

"Please wait a moment." The waiter quickly took out the passenger registration list and compared it, and then said, "Someone has booked a room for you in advance."

"Yes I know."

"Then please sign it." The waiter pushed the passenger registration list to Baron Harden.

Baron Harden wrote his name on it casually.

"Did you come to Winlington for a trip? If so, we can introduce you to the best local tour guide." The waiter asked. This is a way for them to do business.

"No, a friend has sought a public office for me here, and I won't live here for a long time." Baron Harden replied politely.

"It must be a very good public office." The waiter said casually, a little disappointed.

"It's just a teacher job, just following a marquis," the Baron replied.

"Being able to stay by the side of a big man is much better than an ordinary public office. You must have put in a lot of effort for this."

“The opposite is true, I did not make any effort to do it.”

"This is impossible!" the waiter shouted.

"Someone took the initiative to help me... I didn't expect this to be the case. Maybe it's because good people will be rewarded, maybe it's because the God of Luck favored the Harden family, maybe it's because the century-long cultivation of the Harden family played a role." Harden joked at the waiter without losing his demeanor.

The man and woman behind him looked at each other for a moment, and sighed helplessly.

Along the way, Baron Harden almost told everyone that he was going to Winlington, and someone took the initiative to find him... No wonder, this was indeed a good opportunity for Baron Harden.

"Sometimes I'm really surprised that no one has any ability like my father, so how can I have continuous good luck?" The young man sighed with an old-fashioned sigh: "First I married a good woman like my mother and had good children like us, and now I can still get a fat man."

The beautiful lady pointed at her son with her finger and chuckled, "Don't say that to her father, although he... is indeed incompetent."

The Baron finally finished all the procedures and came back.

"Okay, I've been traveling all day today, and everyone is tired, so let's have a good rest first. We're going to visit Mr. Rasher tomorrow. No matter what, I really have to thank him this time."

On Baron Harden's list of gratitude, the gentleman who brought him the gospel was named Jason Laschel.

"I don't understand why you asked the Hardens and his wife to come." Chaklay asked Rasher in confusion in the office of the Legal Affairs Office.

Long before the Dardanelles family came to Winlington, Raschel returned to Winlington first. In addition to reporting his work to the Director General, it was mainly because Xiuyi claimed that he would come to Winlington, which really made many people nervous.

After returning to Winlington, although the arrest of Shuyi was still in charge, Rasher's authority had been greatly reduced and he was no longer the supreme commander. For Rasher, this was not a bad thing, but in fact he felt a sense of ease to unload the burden.

In Rasher's view, cats that catch mice should be very close to mice to some extent. The mice are quiet and silent when hiding. Before catching them, the cat also acts quietly and does not make any noise in advance.

At first, the Empire did not have this awareness. Their movement was too great, which led to a large number of people discovering every move of Rasher and eventually leaking whereabouts. Even Rasher himself did not realize this problem.

However, as his understanding of Shuyi gradually deepened, he finally realized this.

It’s like hanging a bell around the neck of a cat and then putting it out to catch a mouse. The difficulty is imaginable.

Therefore, Xiu Yi easily learned about the intelligence information of the people who arrested him and responded quickly.

Now, Rasher, who gave up everything, felt invisible in the darkness, which finally made his long-prepared plan come to the surface.

"If you want to catch a mouse, you have to put the bait first." Raschel shrugged and said, "Shuyglare had been a servant at Baron Harden's house for three years. During this period, the Barons treated him very well and even taught him to read and read. It can be said that without the Barons' care and education of him, Shiyglare would not have been so prosperous on Purgatory Island. To some extent, Baron Harden was his savior. Then, if Baron Harden's family suddenly encountered an accident for some reason and was thrown into prison, would you say... Will Shiyglare find a way to save them?"

Chaklay's face changed slightly: "This idea is very poisonous. Raschel, you have to be careful of the consequences when slandering and framing a baron."

"As long as Shuiglair can be captured, the empire can bear all losses." Raschel replied indifferently.

"Then I don't know if Shueiglare would be so stupid, jump into the trap you prepared for him." Chaklay looked dissatisfied: "I hope you can succeed."

"I will succeed, Chaklay." Raschel replied meaningfully.

After chatting for a while, Chaklay left on the pretext.

The old hound looked at Chaklay's back with a complex look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!