But on the third day after the banquet, fiordo\'s Herald brought Cherchen bad news - he was dismissed from the post of artillery and assigned to be an infantry.

Obviously, someone chewed the root of his tongue in front of fiordo obhovich. No one knows who this man is. Maybe it\'s a noble youth at the party, maybe it\'s a colleague who is jealous of Chechen. In short, there are no fewer such people in any age.

Cherchen himself had no opinion of being an infantry, but Pedro panicked. The veteran Youzi knew very well that his group of people, except Che Chen, were only limited to shooting, and they didn\'t know anything about other calculations. It\'s good that there is no war. It must be exposed in a war.

In this regard, Chechen comforted Pedro and said, "in fact, firing is one thing. Once the over distance attack angle is high, whether you can hit can only rely on luck. Only God can do everything."

Soon after the herald left, Aragon also came. He heard about Cherchen from Franco, so he came here specially.

"If you\'re not an artillery, I\'ve applied to commander Franco for you to come to my company. I\'m full of Spanish soldiers. You won\'t be used to it," Aragon said.

For this, Chechen expressed his thanks.

"Didn\'t Franco say a good word for us?" asked drow. He was still brooding about his nephew\'s transfer.

Unexpectedly, Pedro didn\'t ask, but Aragon poured out a lot of bitter water.

"The regimental commander has made a big deal."

It turned out that after the dance that day, Miss Helena confessed like her father that she was unwilling to marry little anzumov and said that she had a sweetheart. At this time, feodo obhovich was very angry. For the first time in his life, the father beat his daughter hard and asked who the bastard who deceived his daughter\'s feelings was. But no matter how much fiordo pressed, Helena just didn\'t say. No way, fiordo had to lock up his daughter and claim that Helena needed a few days to cultivate herself with a cold.

After that, FIO\'s anger remained. He vowed to find the man and tear him to pieces. And this task was entrusted to his most trusted Colonel Franco.

"This should be the secret of the city master\'s house. Is it appropriate for you to tell us so clearly?" Chechen asked, looking at Aragon uncertainly. In his opinion, Aragon knew the news, perhaps the head of Franco specially told him to find the man, but Aragon said it to everyone in such detail, which was not in line with his "German" character.

"In fact, the whole city already knows this," Aragon said, glancing at Pedro and them.

"How could this happen?" Chechen felt incredible. It\'s only one night!

"There are no secrets between nobles," Aragon said.

"Do you have a clue about finding out the man?" Ruth put in a sly smile. "If not, I have a clue. It\'s the boy in front of you."

This can frighten Chechen. He and Helena are absolutely innocent.

"Lord fiordo had doubts, but Captain Franco has helped Chechen prove his innocence."

"Don\'t worry, even if the city Lord doesn\'t believe it. We have evidence that Chechen has to believe it." Pedro said confidently on his side..

"Uncle Pedro." Chechen quickly interrupted and stopped Pedro\'s words.

"Well, Chechen. I have other things to do. You report to me tomorrow." then Aragon left.

After Aragon left, Pedro, a group of old men, gathered together and began to guess where the man who brought the green hat to little anzumov was sacred. But what Chechen was worried about was Miss Helena\'s situation. He was not interested or in the mood to participate in such boring speculation. So he spoke to Uncle Pedro and went out.

The weather outside was fine in the morning. Although it was cold and windy, the sun rarely appeared. Chechen stepped under the snow and came to the square.

At this time, the square was crowded with a large group of gray and yellow bulls, which were driven by a group of nogai people to sell. Nogai people are said to be a branch of Tatars and descendants of Genghis Khan\'s western expedition. But for hundreds of years, they haven\'t left much Oriental looks on their faces. Compared with Crimean people of the same Tatar descent, this group is much more docile. They live by water and grass and change wherever they go. Once you know something, go to a nearby town and exchange your cattle and sheep.

But even so, these people still maintain the rough and crazy habits of nomads. In this square, once someone likes it, they use a waist knife to slaughter the trapped cattle, take out the useless viscera and intestines, and divide the meat.

As a result, a fishy smell and bloody smell filled the square. Let people cover their noses.

Che Chen covered his nose and was about to leave. He went to the merchant area to have a look. But suddenly I saw a familiar figure in the crowd. Although the man was wearing shepherd\'s clothes, Chechen still felt like a man, his Savior Bao Geng.

So, Chechen pushed away the crowded crowd while running, and wanted to lean over and have a closer look. But the man disappeared into the crowd.

Just when Che Chen was disappointed, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"My child. Allow me to bless you and sing a delicate and beautiful prayer. It will bring you good luck."

Chechen looked back and saw a middle-aged man with brown hair standing in front of him, wearing a priest\'s gray robe, a silver cross around his neck and a long gun on his back.

"Are you a priest?" Chechen asked.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man blushed. He introduced himself: "you can call me father sparso kucktsky. Although I can\'t perform my ministry for the time being."

It seems that the priest is also a man with a story. Che Chen thought. But it happened that he hadn\'t been to church for a long time, and Chechen agreed.

"OK, father. Where shall we sit? Where is the nearest church near here?"

"If we can, how about going to the pub?" father spasokuktsky made an unexpected suggestion.

"Ah?"

"I think a few light beers will be more helpful to my blessing." the priest quickly explained.

At this time, Chechen doubted whether this spasokuktsky was really a cleric.

Perhaps seeing Cherchen\'s doubt, father sparsokucktsky hurried to a disembodied cow and read a prayer, completely ignoring that the nogai were * * * and shamans.

"Our father in heaven, bless you in your holy name. May your kingdom of heaven come to the world, and may your holy wish..."

"OK, OK. Let\'s go to the tavern, father." Chechen quickly stopped.