Chapter 39: incredible

　　 At the same time, His Excellency Bolton, the original owner of the Bastille, just got the news that he had been stolen. It was not someone else who sent him the message, but it was Clayton, the scavenger who fled from the Bastille overnight.
Sean and McGee made a serious mistake in their judgment of Clayton the Scavenger. They only considered Clayton the Scavenger’s past behavior, but they neglected one thing-their judgment on Clayton the Scavenger. The threat posed.
　　 Whether it was Sean's overhead or the outstanding performance of the Youth Army, Clayton the Scavenger felt a strong threat.
　　 They also overlooked a key factor. The Bastille has contributed to Clayton's success.
Clayton’s feelings for this city are far more complicated than those of ordinary Andes mountain people. As a person whose conscience has not been completely lost, he hates what is there, but as an extremely selfish person, he does not want it. The city disappeared, thereby damaging its vested interests.
　　 He responded to Sean’s invitation based on such complicated feelings. He thought this time it was Sean’s childish and idealistic sniping.
In fact, before the Bastille fell, it was not only Clayton the Scavenger, but McGee the Skullcrusher, who had such an idea before the Bastille fell. As long as it could cause a certain amount of damage to the troops brought by Old Bolton, The other party feels distressed. It is a brilliant victory. How dare you to imagine that the Bastille will be uprooted? This is a meteor that rose like a meteor ten years ago and fell like a meteor, sitting on tens of thousands of troops, and has the reputation of being the king of Andes. What Derrick didn't do.
　　 When the Bastille was taken down overnight, Skullcrusher McGee, who wanted to uproot the Bastille, was naturally ecstatic.
And Clayton, the scavenger, is really dumbfounded, completely messed up, and even fainted. First, he sent someone to provoke and kill the red-eyed mountain slaves, and then he felt unsafe and hurried. With his own people escaped from the Bastille overnight.
　　 After entering the mountain and being blown by the mountain breeze, Clayton woke up from the horrible shock. What followed was another period of confusion, not knowing what he should do, back to Eagle Mountain’s nest? If Old Bolton can severely inflict Shaun and Skullcracker McGee, if the latter wins, it will undoubtedly be self-defeating. Their names will be in the mountains, and it will be a word to destroy themselves. If it were three days ago, Clayton had absolute confidence in the old Bolton, but now, no matter how you look at it, the coalition of Sean and McGee has the upper hand.
　　 But the syndicate is the syndicate. Clayton gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and appeared here. Whoever made it difficult for him would make him die.
"Your Excellency Clayton, this kind of joke is not funny." Old Bolton looked very normal except for his gloomy eyes. "If you dare to spread this kind of disturbing military spirit, don't blame me for ignoring our friendship for so many years. "
As an old fox who has been in a high position for many years and has dealt with those intriguing nobles all the time, Old Bolton didn’t even believe him, how could he easily believe the words of outsiders, especially the scavengers on the fence. Such a ridiculous remark.
"Your Excellency, do you think I'm joking?" Clayton, the scavenger, was also very aggrieved. For the first time in his life, he put his heart in his heart, and was even suspected of being unpredictable by others. "The two of us do not deal twice a year Years, my Lord City Lord should know that if it were not for an emergency, would I do this kind of personal risk?"
Old Bolton's eyes flickered. Although he didn't talk to each other, he was already muttering in his heart. Clayton the Scavenger was notoriously pitying his life. Although the two secretly had various dirty transactions, most of them were through both sides. Spokesperson, the number of times the two have seen each other can be counted with one slap. If something really happens, push out your spokesperson and get everything clean.
　　 This is only one aspect. On the other hand, they did lose contact with the Bastille. The liaison officers who had had a wave of liaison officers in the morning and evening had not arrived on time for two days. The five waves of outposts they sent out were all lost to the sea.
All signs indicate that something happened to his old nest Bastille, but when it comes to the fall, Old Bolton did not believe him. Although he brought out most of the Bastille this time, he still left it for Bastille. There were more than 1,500 elites, and nearly 3,000 slave soldiers assisted in the defense. Kleister the sly fox was resourceful and had sufficient ordnance food. Even if he was besieged by tens of thousands of troops, he would not dare to say that he defeated him, but Sticking to it for a month or two can always do it, but they can't go out of the city for five days, and travel only three hundred miles. If there is such a large army movement, they can't be unconscious.
The Bull Eriksson muffled and said, "I don’t understand. I would like to ask Your Excellency Clayton to explain. The Bastille and Eagle Mountain are four hundred miles away. In terms of location, we are closer. How did you learn the news that the Bastille was captured? And, at the risk of my own safety, came to pass the letter? The friendship between us is not deep enough, right?"
　　 "This..." Clayton, the scavenger, looked extremely embarrassed. He also knew that if he didn't get some real evidence, it would be difficult to win the other party. After hesitating for a long time, he drew a long scroll from his arms.
　　 General Eriksson pressed his saber and stood up, with only one stride, he was blocked between Old Bolton and Clayton.
　　 "Calm down, the general is calm." Clayton the Scavenger hurriedly raised his hands and said, "The general is misunderstood, I just want to show you something to your lord."
"Erickson, don't be so impulsive. I have no deep hatred with Your Excellency Clayton, and it is not worth his own life to assassinate me." Old Bolton was very calm from beginning to end, he was not old enough to have a chicken. The degree of force.
"Obviously." Old Fluctuation can be so calm. Bull Eriksson can't. This is his duty. Even if he hears Old Fluctuation's order, he just retreats behind him, staring coldly at the food. Clayton the Corrupt, as long as he shows any unruly intentions, his saber will pierce his throat first.
　　 Clayton the Scavenger can only do his actions more carefully, to prevent accidentally triggering the other's sensitive nerves, and to give himself such a sword, that would be very wrong.
"Portrait of the Countess of Winterhalke!?" Old Bolton jumped up, and rushed to the front of Clayton the Scavenger with a vigorous stride. At this moment, his steady hands shook into a sieve, shaking from his opponent's hands. He took the picture halfway through.
Yes, it is indeed the portrait of the Countess of Winterhalke, and it is still authentic. He is very familiar with every line on it, because every day before going to bed in the Bastille Castle, he will take time to admire his collection, this painting It is his favorite among these collections. This is something that shouldn't be here. It should be hung in Bastille's own study.
　　 Old Bolton’s eyes were about to burst into flames, and he no longer had his previous calmness, and his tone was raised by more than one scale: "How can it be in your hands."
Clayton the Scavenger felt bitter in his mouth and cursed secretly in his heart. What the is this? Since accepting Sean’s invitation, he has been in bad luck. He knew such a mess. , I shouldn’t have accepted Sean’s invitation at the beginning, but if I think about it, it doesn’t seem right. If I don’t accept Sean’s invitation, I’m afraid I’m still in the middle of the valley. When I realize it, I’m afraid that the situation in the Andes Mountains is already Earth-shaking changes have taken place, and by then I will be more passive.
　　 Clayton felt that he was stuck in a quagmire now, the more he struggled, the deeper he fell. If he didn't struggle, he would also wait for death. It was just a matter of time.
　　 Clayton is here to blame himself. Old Bolton's look is getting more and more ugly. If his eyes could kill people, he would have killed Clayton a thousand times.
"I was there when the Bastille was captured. This painting was taken from a study in Neibourg. I think this is enough to prove that what I said earlier is true. If you don’t believe me, I still have it there. Others." Before Old Bolton broke out, Clayton finally spoke again, but when he said it, not only the Bull Eriksson almost drew his sword, but even Old Bolton wanted to draw his sword.
　　 "Huhu! Huhu! Huhu!" Old Bolton squatted back, panting strangely, his face as white as snow in winter.
"Drink saliva, drink saliva, take a deep breath, take a deep breath." Bull Eriksson ignored Clayton the Scavenger, hurriedly took out the water bag, filled old Bolton several times, and then faced his chest. Three heavy hammers ~EbookFREE.me~ Every time I am full of strength, Clayton hurts to hear it.
I don’t know if this weird treatment has taken effect, or whether old Bolton slowly relieved himself, his breathing has returned to stability, and he stared at the Scavenger Clayton and said: "Bastille really Was it breached? Are you also one of the culprits?"
"I was calculated by others too." Clayton hurriedly described himself from receiving the invitation of Sean to his escape overnight. In this process, Spring and Autumn's brushwork was naturally indispensable, describing himself as After being deceived by Sean’s past kindness, the poor worm who was calculated by others was completely emptied and could only drift with the flow. It was not until the Bastille fell, the situation was chaotic, and there were loopholes in the opponent’s dominance, that he regained his own people. Escaped overnight. As for the antiques such as the scrolls, they were just tokens brought out for the convenience of obtaining the trust of Old Bolton.
　　 As for the old Bolton and Bull Erickson, believe it or not, Clayton doesn’t know, he believes it himself anyway.
　　 Old Bolton and the Bull Eriksson looked at each other, even if they couldn't believe it, but in the face of iron-like evidence, they had to believe that their old nest Bastille had been captured.
And it was neither an army of tens of thousands of people, nor his old opponent, McGee the Skullcrusher, who captured the Bastille, but a young man who had not yet held a ceremony of coming of age, leading a mob of only two thousand people. Conquered the Bastille they were so proud of.
What makes them most unbelievable is that the whole thing was not planned in advance, but a huge trap constructed temporarily by a humble coincidence. If the Bastille did not fall, they would have no way to sit here peacefully. Speaking-it is very likely that the blood of being killed flows into a river.
　　 The whole thing, no matter how you look at it, it smells like a fantasy.