Catherine was put in the old man''s cloak. He found that although the old man had white hair and beard, his strength was surprisingly great. The weight of an adult is on him, but the old man walks smoothly without any hindrance.

    As she passed the outer door, Catherine tried to lower her head and hide her face in her cloak. And the guard didn''t pay special attention to himself, just talking to nahan. After nahan handed out some Taylor, he let it go.

    Later, Catherine followed nahan out of the castle. Katherine followed nahan around the block irregularly, and nahan finally stopped in front of a carriage.

    "Mr. Catherine, you can come out," said nahan.

    Catherine came out of the old man''s cloak. After more than a month in prison, he finally smelled the air of freedom.

    Because of her big breath, the cold air stimulated her nostrils, but Catherine felt sweeter than any flower.

    Seeing no one around, nahan knocked the board of the carriage three times regularly with her knuckles. Immediately, a fox like voice came: "nahan, is that you?"

    "It''s me, Sebastian."

    Then an old man in a small felt hat came out of the darkness.

    Compared with the old man who rescued Catherine, the old man looked very short. He bent down like a hunchback.

    "Mr. Catherine, we can go now." when she saw the little old man coming out, the last stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. She said happily to Catherine, "Mr. Catherine, we can go."

    Nahan said "we" not "you".

    "Nahan, are you leaving, too?"

    "Yes, Mr. Catherine. Miss has set me free. She promised that I could leave here after I rescued you. I''m going back to Crimea, which is my hometown. I haven''t gone back for thirty years."

    Nahan was so eager to help his young lady, not out of compassion, nor out of the friendship of master and servant, but because miss Helena allowed her freedom. As a female Tatar slave, if there was no special chance, she could only work in the city master''s house until she died; She couldn''t escape either, because the slave coupons and stamps were on the, and if they were found, they would be pulled back.

    "You two, let''s get on the bus. We should hurry up." the little old man urged.

    Nahan climbed into the car. She opened a box and went in. The little old man took a quilt and just went up, spread some cotton wadding and other sundries on it.

    "Mr. Catherine, come up quickly," the little old man urged Catherine again.

    Catherine nodded. He turned and saluted the old man who saved him.

    "Please give my thanks to your master," said Catherine.

    The old man stood like this. The cold wind blew up his clothes, but he still maintained the soldier''s standing posture. The old man didn''t express any thanks to Catherine.

    Catherine didn''t think so. He stepped into the carriage and lay in the box arranged for him.

    After lying in the box, Catherine found that the box had been specially modified. Several vents are left on the side of the box to facilitate the breathing of the people in the box.

    Pop! A whiplash sounded. The carriage first took a step backwards and then began to move forward.

    Under the gate hole of the north gate, lance, a mercenary, is imparting "business classics" to Chechen.

    "Don''t believe a word of the Jew when he comes. The Jew''s words are not believable. If he says there is nothing valuable in the car, there must be something valuable in the car. You should drive more freely, don''t be shy and be more brave. If he doesn''t give it to you, he will climb in the car and make a gesture to check it. Generally, at this time, the Jew will hand it in obediently The money is gone. "

    Lance said spittle flying, but Chechen could only listen helplessly.

    Although Cherchen knew that lance was for his good, he also knew that if he did, he would certainly be able to cheat more money from Jewish businessmen. But from the heart, Chechen doesn''t want to do this. Although Cherchen became a mercenary, he was educated by noble knights since childhood. For this kind of eating and taking cards, the creed of knights is not allowed. Don''t say it''s what Miss Helena asked. Even if it''s not, since she promised, she won''t make trouble. Even the thirty Taylor, Chechen also gave it to Uncle Pedro and the mercenaries in the team.

    "If you think so, going out is a business trip, and coming back is also a business trip. You received his money out of the city this morning, now you receive his inspection money, and back you receive the money into the city. We all follow the rules."

    Lance is still gushing to teach Cherchen, but Cherchen''s mind is long gone. He kept looking towards the city - the time agreed with the middle-aged Tatar woman in the morning was almost up.

    Dada, dada, a string of horseshoes. Lance''s idea was also attracted and stopped talking.

    The sound of horses'' hoofs came closer and closer, and soon the carriage drove to the campfire in front of the city gate and stopped.

    "Who is it?" lance shouted.

    "It''s me, noble Lord. Your loyal servant Sebastian." the little old man jumped out of the carriage and said hello to Chechen and Lance.

    "What are you doing here?" lance asked knowingly. At such a late hour, and still driving a carriage, the fool knows that it is the Jewish businessman mentioned during the day.

    "Who is Lord Chechen?" asked Sebastian.

    "I am. Just say that, that..." Chechen wanted to mention the name of the middle-aged Tatar woman, but he remembered that he didn''t even know her name.

    "Nahan woman. I am the friend of nahan woman, the merchant Sebastian." Sebastian was obviously good at observing words and expressions, and immediately took up the conversation. He didn''t mention Miss Helena, just miss nahan''s maid.

    "Yes, yes." Chechen was very glad for Sebastian''s understanding, so that he didn''t make a fool of himself in front of Lance.

    "Sir, can I go out of town?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

    "When, of course," Chechen was about to say yes, but lance kept winking at him.

    "Of course not," said Chechen. He didn''t want to embarrass Sebastian, but didn''t want lance to feel that he had ignored his words.

    "At your command, sir," said Sebastian in his most polite voice.

    "I want to check."

    "Of course."

    Sebastian looked unchanged and led Cherchen to the carriage. He took the initiative to open one box after another.

    Che Chen stood on tiptoe and looked. There were some rags and other sundries in it.

    "These are worthless things. Noble Lord." Sebastian said more humbly.

    Unexpectedly, Che Chen''s face changed when he saw these things.

    What''s on Sebastian''s carriage? It''s abnormal. Although Chechen is the first time to contact such a businessman, he can hear and see too much.

    These businessmen do a two-way business. They collect the valuables in the city at a low price and transport them out of the city to exchange food with the Quartermaster of Czar Russia, and then sell them to the people in the city at a high price. Each trip is not empty, which is almost a fixed model. What the Jewish businessman named Sebastian transported out of the city this time turned out to be worthless rags and rags.

    Che Chen pressed the shaft with one hand and climbed onto the carriage.

    Standing aside, Lance smiled happily, just like a teacher seeing his students get good grades in the exam—— The boy is finally on the road.

    "Noble Lord, are you?" even if Sebastian disguised it better, there was a tremor in his voice.

    Chechen ignored Sebastian. He put one hand into the box. The box was real and didn''t hide anything. Chechen put his hand into another box again. This time, he obviously felt that his hand touched a soft and hard object.

    "That should be a person," Chechen thought. As for who this person is, the answer is naturally obvious.

    Miss Helena still lied to herself. As soon as he thought of this, Che Chen felt bitter in his heart. Although he knew very well that if he had saved Catherine, he would never tell a person who had only one face.

    Now, Cherchen has two choices. One is to expose Catherine. In this way, it is obvious that he has made great achievements. Both the mayor of Fyodor and the anzumov family will reward himself, but Helena and Catherine will suffer, and Catherine will be executed as a fugitive. Second, as if nothing had happened, he took out his hand and let the carriage out of town.

    When nahan came to find himself, Chechen once thought of this question. At that time, the answer he thought of was No. But now, the problem is also in front of him, but he finds that he can''t be cruel.

    What should I do? Chechen asked himself. Is Catherine wrong? No, He will fall in love with Miss Helena, but who won''t? Miss Helena is so beautiful and charming.

    Is Miss Helena wrong? She just responded to the feelings of a person who loved her and tried to pursue her love. She''s not wrong.

    Since neither Helena nor Catherine is wrong, it is only Helena''s father who wants to let go of the two people in love. And do you want to help tyranny!

    With this in mind, Che Chen slowly took out his hand. He leaned down and tried to get close to the box.

    "Safe journey, Catherine," he said in a voice that only he could hear.

    With that, Chechen jumped out of the car.

    "Hey, old man. You goods are not bad!" Chechen deliberately shouted.

    "Yes, yes." Sebastian nodded and bowed again and again, but a cold sweat ran down his forehead. He didn''t know what Chechen''s idea was.

    "Twenty, Taylor, I''ll let you out of town," said Cherchen pretending to be a philistine.

    "OK, OK." Sebastian hurriedly took out another twenty Taylor and stuffed them into Chechen.

    Lance saw all this. He saw Chechen put away the coins and quickly opened the gate.

    Immediately a cold wind poured in.

    "Come on, Jew," lance urged.

    The little old man Sebastian jumped into the carriage and hurried out of the city gate.

    When the carriage disappeared into the darkness, Cherchen took out the twenty Taylor and threw them to Lance.

    "Give it all to me? What''s so funny?" lance trembled with joy when he saw that Chechen had given himself all the money, but he still refused.

    "Here you are. This money is for you."

    Lance didn''t know what to say, but Cherchen didn''t want to explain any more.