Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 112 Counterfeiting

Uncle Pegg stood at the door of his stone house in an old sheepskin coat, watching a man in the distance approaching the pier from the sand beach by the lake with a burning fire rod.

“Claude, is that you?” Uncle Pegg shouted.

The shadows climbed the stack bridge at the pier a little hard: “It's me, Uncle Pegg. ”

“Didn't find Ike's boat? What's the matter with you?” Uncle Pegg asked.

Claude walked a little stunned: "Forget it, I hadn't found Ike and Vero all around, and I didn't know where they were taking the boat. When I came back, I was unlucky, and I fell..."

“Are you all right?” Uncle Pegg saw clay on Claude through the fire of the stick, and this wrestling seemed sturdy enough.

“I'm fine, Uncle Pegg.” Claude walked over to the carriage at the pier, unloaded his backpack next to it, and climbed onto the carriage and sat in the driver's seat, rushing to the door of the pier with Jamie the Black.

“Uncle Pegg, thank you for waiting so long. Too bad I didn't find Ike and Vero. Tomorrow's Sunday, they'll probably be back in the afternoon, so just tell them I was here. Now I'll go back and take a hot bath. It's all dirty. In two days I'll catch a rabbit in the woods and give it to you.” Claude was very polite.

“Nothing, I'll tell Ike and Vero. Be careful on your way back. Don't rush the wagon too fast.” Uncle Pegg opened the door to the pier.

After saying goodbye to Uncle Pegg, Claude drove the carriage back to the woods, which was a smooth journey. Back in the woods, he unloaded the carriage, drove Jamie Black back to the stables, and added horse and water to his sink. Then he said hello to Theori, who came out of the shed and heard movement in the wooded chicken farm on the hill next night. By the way, he asked if anything had happened to the chicken farm next night before walking with his backpack to the cabin where he lived.

When he returned to the cabin, Claude lit the oil lamp and pulled out all the magic material in his backpack and put it away. Then hang the bearded man ambushing his hunting crossbow on the wall and find the wound where the bottle was applied. After all this, Claude took the same dark robe from the closet and put it on, hung the captured sword on his waist, and pulled an arrow on the magic crossbow and tied it to his right arm.

Finally, Claude picked up two bottles of Gandhi, which he bought for experimental use in the drug lab for distilled alcohol. A total of 12 bottles were bought and seven bottles have been used. Put the two bottles of Gandhi in an empty backpack and put them on your back, blow out the oil light, quietly open the door and flash out of the cabin. With the shadow of the house and the trees, Claude again quietly left the woods and walked down the hill.

There are still a lot of things to do tonight, I have to hurry myself, and I have to be busy... watching the silver moon in the sky that was cloud-covered for half my body, Claude sighed and continued his silent rush.

It only takes forty minutes to drive the carriage from the woodland to the private pier of the Ericsson family. But it takes more than two hours to get there with your feet. But it's almost midnight and there's no one on the street. Claude doesn't have to worry about meeting someone who knows him. He can travel fast along the road, just be careful and avoid the night patrol.

It was about 1: 00 in the middle of the night when Claude arrived at the Erickson family's private pier, and instead of meaning to go in, he took a turn, coming from the alley next to the pier to the shore of the lake, down to the gravel beach by the lake and back down the old road along the lake embankment.

After more than a decade, Claude again came to the woods where he was ambushed by that bearded man. Claude picked up the magic crossbow, cautiously approaching the woods, and raised his ears to listen to the movement around him.

Half a mile later, make sure there's nothing unusual around, Claude, and this relaxes. Through the woods, he came to this side of the lake embankment, measured the next perimeter again, and Claude slowly climbed down the lake embankment after finding no movement.

The body of the bearded man was hidden beneath this lake embankment, covered with the bloody robe Claude took off. Pick up and fold your robe and put it aside first. Claude immediately applied a feather technique to the body of the bearded man, then grabbed the clothes on the body. The body was lifted like a feather, and Claude walked fast in the shadow beneath the lake...

There is no way, the body of this bearded man can never be found on the shores of the lake, or in the woods. Claude's biggest concern was that when the body was discovered, the patrol began to look for clues, and then their own search for Ike and Vero fishing boats along the lake's shore this evening would go to their ears. Though it is possible that the Patrol Unit will not consider itself a suspect because of his father's relationship, this is a suspicion after all, and Claude does not want to look at himself with any suspicion.

The body must be disposed of.

While Claude could have called the police and said that someone had stopped the robbery and was being killed in self-defence, he had to explain why he had come to the woods at night. And when the news comes out, Julian will know who he is, and that's what Claude's most taboo is. Who knows if this mumblehead highway robbery ambushed himself by Julian the fat old man implicitly, if not, but the fat old man's big mouth is very likely to reveal his identity, and then he will never have a day.

For Claude, he didn't have the strength to destroy the remains, but he could do it by blaming people. Claude was prepared to let one of the many people in the slums and in the communal docks who could do so without a word disappeared to help him dispose of the body. Claude doesn't care if they don't like it.

The Mermaid's Tavern in the Pier District is a three-storey stone building in L-shape, the long one is a hotel room, the short one is a tavern on one or two floors and the third floor is the residence of the owner's family.

Though Claude had never been to the Mermaid's Tavern, he had also heard in Eriksson's mouth that the owner of the tavern, Erikssym, was also a powerful member of an underground gangster in White Deer Town. He was said to have been a captain of a pelagic whaling boat when he was young and had also been a pirate at sea, and later returned with a broken leg to open a Mermaid's Tavern.

The Mermaid Winery Master's building, which serves as a hotel, is situated on a rocky embankment by the lake, and Claude can walk down the lake embankment to the bottom of that building. It is difficult to detect movement because it is walking on the gravel beneath the lake. On the contrary, if anyone passes on the lake embankment, Claude can immediately hear the sound of walking and hide in the shadows without being noticed.

It only took more than twenty minutes to get to the Mermaid's Tavern, especially since Claude was carrying the body of a one-meter, eight-body man. The other feather technique, though useful, makes the corpse as light as a feather, and maintains the spell effect for too short a period of only two minutes.

Claude has performed seven feathers, almost emptying his own magic. In the end, it was impossible to carry the body behind your back until you arrived at the stone embankment below the Mermaid's Tavern.

The long hotel building at the Mermaid Tavern has only two paths, one inside the tavern, for example, where new arrivals can register at the tavern's counter and pay a deposit for their stay, and when they get the room keys, go directly to the building next to the entrance inside the tavern. There is also a corridor on the other side of the building, but there is a doorman guarded there, who is on duty 24 hours a day.

Claude walked two laps around the Mermaid's Tavern, carefully gauging the terrain and access to the building. It's about 2: 00 or 3: 00 in the middle of the night, and the drinkers in the tavern have all dispersed, although two drunks are still sleeping on one table. There was another dude at the tavern counter, who was supposed to be on duty and ignoring those two drunkards who slept on the table, doing his own thing by burying his head in the counter.

Claude didn't want to go through the tavern, although it would be small, but the tavern was fairly bright, with four big oil lamps lit in the lobby, in which case it would be easy to see who he looked like.

Around the entrance behind the building, the doorman lit an oil lamp, but the entrance was dark, and it might be easy for people dressed as drunk to get mixed up. Claude thought about it, went back to the body, took off the muffled man's robe, pants and shoes, checked them, grabbed the lake mud on the floor and smeared it on that bloody dark robe.

Until all the blood on the robe and pants was smeared by the lake mud and no more bloody smell, Claude put the muffled man's robe and pants outside his clothes, then took two bottles of Gandhi out of his backpack, opened a bottle and poured it directly on himself, and sprinkled half a bottle on the outer robe.

Claude pulled a black charcoal pen out of his backpack and smeared it on his face like a beard on the face of a bearded man. Claude didn't expect to dress up as a bearded man, he just wanted someone who looked like a bearded man.

Finally, Claude opened the remaining bottle of Gandhi, first poured half a bottle on the ground, then climbed onto the stone embankment, saw that no one was unusual around, then began to act as a drunk drunk, grabbed the Gandhi, mumbled in his mouth another bottle, toast or something, walked skewed to the entrance behind the building.

At the entrance, an iron door had been closed, and Claude slapped twice against the iron door, blurring, "Open the door! ”

"Who are you, who are you? ”

Claude picked up the bottle and blocked it in front of him, pretending to drink, vaguely saying: "Oh, oh, you need the key to open the door...”

Pass the copper key with the 219 engraved on it from your pocket. "Here, give me the key. Open the door. ”

The big man looked at the number on the key and laughed: “It turns out it was Mr. Edmigg. How did you get back here and drink like this? Wait, I'll open the door for you. You have the keys to the door, not the iron door. ”

Claude pretended to be choked by wine and coughed with a dumb head down, covering his face with his hands. There is a hood over the robe, as long as the front face is not seen by the big man, he will not find himself fake.

Big Han pulled open the iron gate and saw Claude coughing down his head and asked with concern, "Mr. Edmigg, do you need a lift upstairs? ”

Claude lowered his head and replied with a hiss: "Me, I'm not drunk. Another bottle. You, too...”

The bottle in his hand was stuffed to the big man, and the big man looked down, and half a bottle of Gandhi, and had a good time: “Then go up yourself, Mr. Edmigg. ”

Now he's too lazy to send someone upstairs to save this Mr. Edmigg from waking up and getting his drink back. When he saw Claude walking toward the stairs, he closed the iron door and went back to the door. There was half a bottle of Gandhi, and the night shift was much better.

Claude collided intentionally on the second floor, and there were no more idle people shaking in the long lane. Instead, several rooms on both sides of the hallway are also filled with male and female slurps and female murmurs. Sound insulation in this room seems to be a bit poor...

Found the door marked 219, Claude pulled out the key and opened it, turned around and looked at the two ways, and no one, Claude flashed into the room.