Schumann strolled on the street. His eyes swept around, never lingering in any place for too long. When he saw beautiful women that made people's eyes light up, he smiled. When he saw poor beggars, he still smiled. The happiest thing in life was to be proud of one's youth. However, the most dangerous thing in life was also to be proud of one's youth. This was because young people had less self-control and were easily complacent. Once they fell, they might not be able to get up again.
Schumann understood that glory and danger coexisted. Therefore, he had to remind himself every day to stay out of the limelight as much as possible. However, most of the time, it was not up to him to make the decision. Han Jin trusted him and liked to call out his name when he was in trouble. Lang Ning admired him and their relationship was getting better and better. As the first young general to follow Han Jin, Lang Ning played the role of a wind vane in the army. The other corps commanders had to show some respect to Lang Ning and naturally treated Schumann as one of their own.
Schumann did not want to advance too quickly. After all, his foundation was not solid. However, he still became the leader of the local nobles and the representative of the rising nobles.
Many people were more excited the higher they climbed, but Schumann was more nervous the higher he climbed. Especially when he knew that Han Jin intended to let him assist Guevara in handling the government affairs, the string in his heart was about to break. It could be said that he was lucky to be promoted by leaps and bounds within a year. However, it was not that he was worried that Han Jin would not trust him, but he was afraid that he would fail to live up to Han Jin's trust.
Therefore, Schumann tried his best to squeeze out some time every day to patrol around like before. This was to remind himself not to forget the hard work he had done in the past.
Almost a dozen attendants followed behind Schumann. Some of them were his former bodyguards, and some were his playmates when he was young. As the saying goes, the boat rises with the tide. He had gained power, and it was not too much to help his friends. Otherwise, it was very likely that he would fall out with his friends, and then his foundation would be even weaker.
When they reached a crossroad, Schumann decided to stop his patrol for the day. He still had to rush back to the City Hall to see if Master Guevara had any instructions for him. A capable assistant was not someone who could easily complete the tasks given by Master Guevara. This was far from enough. Instead, as long as Master Guevara was in trouble, the assistant should immediately appear beside Master Guevara without waiting for his summons.
Just when Schumann was about to turn around, he saw a carriage galloping towards him from the East Street. The speed of the carriage was restricted in the Holy Crown City. Except for a few people, no one was allowed to gallop freely in the city. But that carriage was very fast. The coachman was whipping the horse and shouting loudly to make the pedestrians and vehicles on both sides of the street move aside.
Shu Man narrowed her eyes. Who was so arrogant?!
A moment later, the carriage approached the intersection. Schumann felt that the coachman looked familiar. After pondering for a moment, he immediately reacted. His memory had always been good. If he wasn't wrong, the coachman should have followed Morrisons and Sassoux to Depew City to negotiate with City Lord Malishen. Why was he in such a hurry? Did something happen to Morrisons and Sassoux?
Just then, another carriage pulled by four horses came slowly from the South Street. One carriage was fast, while the other was slow. But they met at the intersection!
There were no traffic lights in the Holy Crown City, and the width of the street was far less than that of the roads in the other world. Although the carriage coming from the South Street was just moving slowly, it was still much faster than the pedestrians walking. When the coachman saw the other carriage rushing towards him, it was already too late to dodge. He could only pull the reins forcefully.
The four horses were pulled upright. The wheels of the carriage rubbed against the ground for more than two meters before they finally stopped. But the coachman of the other carriage obviously didn't know what was going on. He did nothing but watch his own carriage running straight towards the other carriage.
Seeing that the two carriages were about to crash into each other, the experienced coachman jumped down from the frame of the carriage and grabbed the shaft of the carriage with his backhand. With a low shout, he suddenly pulled back, and the carriage miraculously moved back more than three meters, while the four horses in front were pulled over and fell to the ground.
Only then did the dazed coachman react, urging the horse to dodge to the side. However, the speed of the carriage was too fast, and now there was a sharp turn. Amidst the neighing of the horse, the carriage slowly tilted up, and then crashed to the ground with a bang. It rolled more than ten meters away before coming to a stop. However, the quality of the carriage seemed to be very good, and even after such a violent movement, it did not fall apart.
The coachman's head was bleeding. But he was strong enough to stagger up from the ground and scolded the other coachman, "Damn it … Are you blind?!"
"I'm sorry … I'm sorry …" The scolded coachman came over and tried to help the other coachman. He smiled apologetically, "Brother, are you okay?"
"Who's your brother?" The coachman was furious. He didn't care about wiping the blood on his face. He grabbed the other coachman's chest, "Do you know who I am?!"
"I'll pay, I'll pay … I'm really sorry." The coachman could only continue to nod and bow. The smile on his face became more humble as he tried to defuse the other coachman's anger.
"I have an urgent military matter. Can you f * cking pay for the delay?!" The injured coachman didn't buy it. His voice became louder.
Schumann's eyes became as sharp as an eagle's. His gaze fell on the street. The stone slabs that had been exposed to wind, sun, frost, and rain actually had two shocking cracks. Shattered cracks! It had nothing to do with the collision. It was all because of the trampling of the coachman.
With one pull, the carriage and the horses were dragged a few meters away. What kind of strength did it take? Schumann knew that he couldn't do it alone. Although this wasn't surprising and wasn't difficult for many professionals, the problem was that the coachman didn't release his qi. He only relied on his physical strength!
Schumann lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He walked over with a smile and shouted from afar, "What's going on? What's going on? "
The coachman who was shouting turned around and immediately recognized Schumann. His face lit up and he shouted, "Lord Schumann, you have to help me! This guy deliberately blocked my way and startled my horse. Look at this … "As he spoke, he felt a little itchy on his face. He wiped his face and found that his palm was covered with scarlet blood. He immediately became angry and turned around to beat the other party.
Schumann hurriedly reached out and grabbed the coachman's shoulder and walked to the other side. The coachman was stunned for a moment. He didn't struggle and obediently followed Schumann.
"I remember you," Schumann said in a low voice, "Did you follow Morrisons and Sassoux to Depew City?"
"You have a good memory, Lord." The coachman forced a smile.
"Is there an urgent military matter?"
"Yes, Lord. How did you know?" The coachman was surprised.
Idiot! What did I say just now? Schumann was disdainful in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "Lord has been waiting for news from Morrisons and Sassoux. You came back just in time. Don't delay any longer. Go to the City Hall immediately. Lord Guevara is there."
"But …"
"I'll solve the matter here for you. Don't worry, I'll make you satisfied. I'll find you in the evening." Schumann said. No matter what kind of person he was facing, Schumann knew that he should play the role of a tactful person. He shouldn't offend people if he could. Although this guy was just a coachman, what if he had a close relationship with Morrisons and Sassoux during the diplomatic mission? If he offended him, wouldn't he also offend Morrisons and Sassoux?
"Then I'll leave it to you, Lord." The coachman was overjoyed. It was a great thing to have a relationship with Schumann.
"Haha … It's my duty. Don't mention it. Go back quickly." Schumann said with a smile.
"You're lucky today!" The coachman turned around and said fiercely. Then he trotted toward the City Hall.
Schumann's eyes were fixed on the coachman. He looked him up and down and then circled around the coachman. The coachman kept a humble smile on his face.
"Brother, are you from another place? Don't you know the rules of the Holy Crown City? "Schumann said with a smile.
At this moment, Shu Man heard a slight cough coming from the carriage parked by the street. Then, the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted. Shu Man looked sideways and was immediately dumbfounded.
He saw a beautiful face. Although half of her face was covered by a black cloak, it still couldn't hide her soul-stirring beauty. She was even more beautiful than Sunier and Yalina. However, the woman's eyes were extremely cold, as if she was not interested in anything in the world. Then, the woman glanced around the street and put down the curtain. At the moment when the curtain was about to be closed, Schumann clearly saw a strand of silver hair falling down from the woman's forehead.
"Lord, what … what rules?" The coachman said with a smile. After waiting for a while, Schumann didn't answer, so the coachman shouted again, "Lord? Lord! "
Schumann woke up from a dream. He felt that his back was cold, as if it had been wet. The woman's eyes were like icebergs that had been silent for countless years, which made him feel cold to the bone and even made him unable to breathe.
"Lord!" The coachman's eyes were a little uneasy.
"Ah?" Schumann finally sobered up completely. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Then, he smiled and said, "That carriage came from Depew City. You heard it just now. It was an emergency military mission... You injured people, and the horse fell down. As for the carriage... it's ruined. Shouldn't you..."
"Lord, I understand." The coachman smiled and said, "I can compensate you."
"This is not a small amount." Schumann said, "Otherwise, I won't be able to report to my superiors."
The coachman took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Schumann, "Lord, this is all I have. Take a look … Is it enough?"
Schumann took the small cloth bag and felt that it was quite heavy. He gently opened it and found that it was full of gold coins, about twenty of them. His smile became even brighter, "It's enough. There's still some left …"
"I'll treat you to a drink with the rest. You see … It's my fault for being careless today. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
"How embarrassing is that?" Schumann scratched his head.
"It's my duty, it's my duty." The coachman bowed and said, "Lord, can I go now?"
"Don't be in such a hurry." Schumann looked around, "Inside the carriage is …"
"It's our Miss."
"Where did you come from?"
"We came from the Freedom Federation." The coachman sighed, "Lord, the Freedom Federation has just been attacked by the Abyssal Race. I heard that the Holy Crown City is the safest place in this area. Therefore, our Miss decided to hide here for a while."
"A very wise choice." Schumann patted the coachman's shoulder and felt that the coachman's shoulder muscles were extremely strong. Then he smiled and said, "Your Miss is very beautiful … Only the two of you?"
"Yes … Yes." The coachman's expression became somewhat unnatural again.
"Brother, are you willing to do me a favor?" Schumann asked mysteriously.
"Lord, if I can help, I will definitely help."
"Why don't you introduce me to your Miss?" Schumann winked, thinking that he was being witty.
The coachman's facial muscles suddenly became stiff. Blue veins popped out on the back of his hand and forearm, but Schumann couldn't see anything. He just smiled and stared at the coachman's eyes.
"Lord, I'm afraid it's not possible …" The coachman said with difficulty, lowering his head, "Our Miss has a very strange temper. Besides, I'm just a coachman. It's not my turn to do this kind of thing …"
"Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Schumann said unhappily, "Your Miss only brought you to the Holy Crown City, which proves that she still trusts you! Moreover … To be frank, my name is Schumann, and I'm the Chief Magistrate of this city! Do you understand what I mean? "
The coachman's expression kept changing. Schumann had already made his attitude clear. If you are obedient, you will naturally get benefits. If you are disobedient, as the Chief Magistrate, I will make things difficult for you, and you will definitely suffer.
"Since you came from the Freedom Federation, you still don't have a place to live, right?" Schumann said with a smile, "Let's go. Can you go to my house? My house is very spacious. I can arrange for you master and servant to live there …"
"No, no, Lord." The coachman hurriedly waved his hand, "We have friends here."
"So it's like this …" Schumann pondered for a moment, "Then let my people escort you for a while. Before that, I have to talk with your Miss. We have to be polite, don't we?" With that, Schumann walked towards the carriage with a smile.
"Lord!" The coachman hurriedly stopped in front of Schumann. What he wanted to do most was to tear Schumann in half with his hands. Unfortunately, the Holy Crown City was not an ordinary city. If there was any disturbance, the God of War and Han Jin would definitely be alarmed. Therefore, although his chest was about to explode, his tone sounded like he was pleading, "Please don't, Lord. Our Miss has just escaped from the Freedom Federation and is in a very bad mood. If you are so abrupt, she will definitely be angry! Lord, if you really want to get to know our Miss, please give me a few days … I beg you, Lord! "
"What you said is reasonable." Schumann hesitated for a moment, then seriously asked, "How many days?"
"Two days! Just two days! "
"No problem, it's settled." Schumann nodded magnanimously, then turned around and said, "You guys, escort this old man to the place he wants to go."
"Yes, my Lord." The attendants responded and walked towards the carriage.
The coachman wanted to oppose, but he was afraid of angering Schumann. He could only reluctantly follow behind, while secretly praying that the person in the carriage would not lose her temper. Otherwise, everything would be irreparable.
Watching the carriage go away, Schumann turned around and walked towards the City Hall with a smile.
"Schumann, this is not your style." One of the attendants laughed, "What's wrong? Are you tempted? "
"Don't say that, that woman is really too beautiful." The other follower also joined in the commotion. From their tone, one could tell that although they were now Schumann's followers, they must have been friends in the past.
"You know nothing." Schumann sneered, "That woman's origin is not simple!"
"You're right, Lord. That woman's temperament is too arrogant, which can't be cultivated by an ordinary family."
"Arrogant? Oh … that's indifference, indifference that doesn't care about anything. "Schumann shook his head," I'm sure that woman is a very terrible professional! "
"Professional? What do they want to do in the Holy Crown City? Don't tell me they want to challenge Lord Raphael … "One of the attendants laughed.
Schumann's attendants burst into laughter together. Challenge their Lord? That was a very absurd joke.
"What do they want to do … Wait and you'll know." Schumann said slowly, "The coachman asked me to give him two days, which means they can finish what they want to do in two days."
"Lord, should we report to the Lord?" One of the attendants whispered.
"Are you stupid?" Schumann said impatiently, "If you have to report such a small matter to the Lord, then what's the point of keeping you?"
"But … Lord, you said that woman is a very terrible professional, what if she …"
"Yes." Schumann also had a headache. Although his current status was very noble, he did not have many powerful professionals under him. Who could he ask for help … Lang Ning? Lang Ning had reached the point of rigidity in terms of military discipline. It was not easy to mobilize soldiers, and he had to get permission from Han Jin. After thinking about it, Schumann thought of Gibran. The two of them had a good relationship, and if Gibran agreed to help, then Julia would also help. With the help of these two strong professionals, there should not be any problems.
"I won't go to the city hall for now." Schumann stood still, "You guys go there for me. If Mr. Guevara needs anything, inform me immediately."
"Lord, where are you going?" One of the attendants asked.
"I'm going to the God of War to find Gibran," Schumann said, "Oh right, without my orders, do not act on your own, understand? You must not disturb that woman! "
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