"Are you sure...we just go in?"

Charles looked up at the signboard of the "St. George" hotel with red crosses, and his heart began to stir up.

An hour ago, he pretended to faint suddenly and successfully transferred the doctor and the pastor away from the mountain, then put on the stolen nun's robe with William, hurriedly bypassing the lieutenant's supervision before running here.

"Of course. Time is tight, hurry up." William ignored his squeamish companion and walked towards the door first. When he entered the door, he even showed a charming smile to the beggar begging beggar by the door. "May God bless you."

Seeing the beggar's stunned look, Charles guessed that the expression on his face was exactly the same as that on his.

This is the first time he has gone so deep into the streets and alleys. The crowds, chaos, heat waves, noisy and noisy crowds, cats, dogs and mice running around the dining table, and the muddy cups and plates all over his eyes, presented them to him without reservation.

There were drunk sailors teasing them on both sides of the aisle, and one of them reached out to take their skirts. Charles was in a hurry, but fortunately there was a very experienced William leading the way in front of him.

They walked straight to the innermost long table, and William stopped and looked around. A man was drinking so hard that he held him down at the table and vomited. Charles was about to make somersaults. He covered his nose tightly and planned to walk away quickly. Then he was surprised to find that the servant behind the man was secretly touching his purse with the help of the customer.

"Marina Theis?"

William stepped forward and stopped the waitress who was ready to leave.

The waitress immediately became alert and quickly put her purse into her bra.

"Hmm?" She immediately noticed something was wrong with the two people in front of her, "Two people-?"

William coughed awkwardly. He whispered: "Old Joe asked us to come to you. He hoped-"

"Oh, come on. That killer." Marina Thes rolled her eyes and turned sideways to bypass William. "I wish him to be hung quickly! Also, let him stop letting people from the Admiralty annoy me!"

"Where is Robin Short?" William refused to let go. "Whose money did you collect?"

"Shut up." Marina Theis put her hips on her hips and turned back to the long table and threatened fiercely, "Where do you think you are? Why should I answer your question? If it hinders my business, I will immediately let the bartender throw you out."

She didn't bluff. Not far away, a few strong men with a tiger back and waist were busy with their work, looking at this side vigilantly, as if they were guarding against some movements they made.

Charles had never seen such a situation before, and could not help but be anxious and afraid. He grabbed William's arm and whispered, "Why don't we go?"

William was unmoved. He broke away from Charles's hand and took another step forward to force Marina Theis in front of him.

"How much does it cost to buy you an hour?"

The woman giggled. "What, nun's mother? Are you going to ask me to help put the devil in your body into hell?"

Charles blushed and wanted to get out of here in a hurry. Unexpectedly, William grabbed him, turned his head and lowered his voice, "Give it money!"

"ah?"

"I have no money. Give me some, hurry!"

At the urging of his friend, Charles hurriedly reached into his inner pocket to pay for money. Due to panic, he could not find his wallet for a long time and was so embarrassed that he almost turned over the skirt he was wearing.

Seeing the funny look in front of him, Marina Theis smiled even more happily.

"I can give you a discount," she looked at William with a smile, and then saw Charles behind him, and found that Charles was staring at her in panic. "——It's not possible to be together."

Charles wished he could drill into the ground.

Since he met William, he seemed to have done all the ridiculous things in his life. In the past, he would never dare to imagine that he would sit in a nun's robe on the second floor of a hotel where people came and went to help people keep the door, and be looked back and forth by passers-by with strange eyes. If they saw their father and brother now, they would probably want to send themselves to meet their ancestors and ancestors as soon as possible.

Half a minute passed, and William finally came out of the room. His gloomy face was silent, and he seemed very different from usual.

"What did she say?" Charles followed eagerly.

William did not answer, but walked in front and walked downstairs quickly, stepping on the sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdong".

It was not until he left the hotel and turned into an unmanned alley that William stopped and spoke angrily: "We have been plotted."

"What--"

"Someone knew we would come to find Marina Theis, and had warned her in advance. In other words, we, like Old Joe, have been under his surveillance!" William punched the wall with resentment, "It's so damn, why didn't I expect it?"

Charles was surprised: "She dared to tell you this? How did you ask?"

"Of course - using some charming negotiation skills." William changed into that deceptive smile again. Thanks to his natural good skin, he has been good at this since he was a child. "She went around in circles with me, but at least she was saying some truth."

"Will she testify?"

"I'm very moved to say that, but this is really overestimating my charm." William shook his head, "There's no chance."

"That Robin Short?"

"She only said he was a shoemaker, and was a regular visitor at the Bull Tavern and St. George's Hotel. He was also an avid gambler, sometimes mingled with people who were terrible, and seemed to have lost a lot of money recently."

Charles spread his hands helplessly: "Then he would either run away to hide from debts, or he had been put into sacks and thrown into the river by the creditor."

"Marina Theis suggested we try our luck at the Shoemakers' Guild. He has a lot of creditors there."

"Let's go."

"No, we won't go to the Shoemakers' Guild." William called Charles, "It's very likely that the person asked her to say this information. If you follow this clue, you will always be in the palm of someone else's hand... We may have to do something out of the box."

"It's not very special now?" Charles raised the nun's skirt with a frown and fiddled with it.

William shrugged.

"Why are you working so hard for Lao Qiao?"

"It's not for Lao Joe. It's for myself." William bit his lip, "I'm going to find my uncle. This person who is fighting against the East India Company is likely to be related to him."

"This man is a murderer!" Charles was very anxious. He didn't know how to persuade his stubborn friend in front of him. He suddenly woke up: "You are going to find someone from the East India Company - you are crazy!?"

"Their important role is dead, and it is impossible not to investigate this."

"I think they may be furious now." Charles sighed, "Do you have to trek into this muddy water?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to go." William patted his shoulder comfortably and continued, "You go back to the church. Find the doctor and the lieutenant, and tell them that someone took us away."

"They just think I'm possessed."

"They will believe you. When the church bell rings, take them to the little forest outside the city. You will find Robin Short."

Charles was shocked, "How do you know he will be there?"

"Because that's what the puzzle poem says." William's expression was very serious. "'dear' moved his ears and became 'eard', but he had less 'h' to express the meaning of 'listening' - it was just the first letter of the word that followed by one of the fifteen 'this' mentioned in the previous line.

"Based on the first letters of the remaining fourteen words, the keywords interpreted are 'heard the bell ringing', 'forest' and 'gambling nest'." Lao Qiao's inadvertent sentence in the morning inspired him, and combined with the information revealed by the hotel maid just now, the invisible clues seemed to be unraveled at once. "He has been guiding us to that place."

"His puzzle poem not left to you by Arthur?"

"The poem was indeed written by Arthur, but the puzzle is not!" William said, "He used the same trick as us. The time difference - Arthur did not mark the puzzle after he finished writing it, so he said in his letter to me that he could not prepare a birthday gift and he did not lie to me. The person who made the puzzle got the book after Arthur disappeared, and then blacked two lines along the content of the poem to make a scrabble game. This is the safest, because I would not notice that the handwriting was wrong." He recalled carefully, "It has been more than half a year since Arthur disappeared, but when I went to find the book, there was only a thin layer of dust on it. Someone touched it, and it was not long before I arrived at the military harbor. People who knew in advance that I would go to the Royal Naval School-"

Charles was awakened, he gasped and his eyes widened.

"We are all familiar with his voice. You have seen him a long time ago."

Charles nodded desperately. "One day I saw someone coming out of Arthur's room and thought he was doing a routine inventory of relics-"

"Not only has the authority to understand various information within the Royal Navy, he will also negotiate with the East India Company as a representative of the Admiralty-"

They lowered their voices tacitly: "Brother General Edison!"
Chapter completed!