Chapter 93 (1/2)

In the afternoon, under the scorching sun, the iron gray bramble flowers surrounding the train station are more and more brilliant.

On platform one, the whistles of the gendarmeries came and went, waving their red flags. Six hundred navy soldiers rushed to the platform and formed three neat rows of reading lines with the fastest speed in the harsh shouts of officers.

A military band of 50 people carrying various musical instruments ”jingling” for a moment, then formed a small square array in the north of the reading line.

A quarter of an hour later, accompanied by the high sounding whistle, a train came from the north, spewing steam and smoke. It began to slow down a few miles away, and slowly drove into the station and stopped on platform 2 opposite the railway.

The flag of the Imperial Navy was hoisted on every carriage of the train. With the rapid and powerful command, the door of the carriage opened, and a group of sailors, wearing a pair of streamer soft leather round caps, sea soul shirts, shorts and soft leather boots, stepped out of the carriage and formed a neat small square array on the platform.

The sharp whistle sounded, the front of the train began to spit white gas, and the train slowly drove south into the auxiliary road.

The train was loaded with two regiments of sailors. They quickly crossed the railway through the overpasses on platforms 1 and 2, and came to the rear of platform 1.

Compared with the small, sun tanned sailors in port Tulun, these sailors are tall and bulky, with height of more than six feet and one inch. Moreover, their skin has the special marks of wind and waves, but their skin is particularly white.

Then, in the distance was a long train of soldiers.

Nearly two regiments of sailors came out of the train and arranged on platform 2.

He almost followed the young man in the big dress and wore a big Cape. His dark gray eyes were deep and cold under his military cap. His eyes were like a knife, and they swept over a group of silent naval officers like papacy.

”Fancy, pompous, that's what you learned in port Toulon?” The young man stood in front of papacy. Standing over six feet and eight inches tall, he looked down at papacy. In a blink of an eye, papacy's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs began to shake violently.

”Frederick Your highness... ” Papacy forced a dry smile.

”How is it going?” Frederick's voice was low and hoarse. It was not as vigorous and sunny as a young man in his twenties. Instead, he was full of deep fatigue and suffocating pressure.

”Very bad, your highness.” Papacy lowered her voice: ”miss hyneville didn't get the information, but she fell into the hands of the Duke of Garcia; miss heneway insisted on her own way...”

Frederick interrupted papacy. ”How about henevy, again?”

Papacy's waist suddenly bent, and he said in a quick voice: ”Miss Heinrich tried to take the opportunity to attack the Rittal family and carry out the plan of” poison occupying the magpie's nest ”. However, because of the treachery and cunning of the witus, the plan failed. Now miss Heinrich and Mr. Hanks have been Illegal detention. ”

Frederick nodded slowly. ”Where are our friends?”

Papacy straightened up and his voice became extremely heavy: ”the wells, Turing, Doren, Cecil, haydons, cabans, and dozens of families who followed them were arrested. Their assets have been seized. Some of their subordinates, who were caught with solid evidence of crime, were directly shot and killed in the process of arrest. ”

Frederick's dark gray eyes suddenly lit up, accompanied by a slight ”click” sound, a terrible cold air emanated from his body, and the granite floor under his feet was quickly covered with a thin layer of gray ice.

”Your Highness!” Papacy let out a low breath.

The cold light in Frederick's eyes converged, and said slowly, ”where is henevy, go to her first.”

Port Tulun police underground prison.

The sixth floor underground.

The wettest, darkest, deepest cell.

The air here is full of suffocating viscous strength. It seems that there are countless ghosts panting in the air. There are seven or eight whale oil lamps hanging in front of the cell door. The fist sized fire doesn't make this place more bright, but it makes people feel more stuffy and hot.

The heavy iron door, which was covered with rust and other dirt, was opened, and the rusty shaft made a loud noise like a monster roaring.

A pungent musty smell rushed out. Several guards of the Rittal family, carrying kerosene lanterns, rushed into the cell, and then Heinrich's hysterical curse came from the cell.