"Miss Helena."

Chechen\'s thoughts floated back to the banquet more than a month ago. At that time, Miss Helena was radiant, wearing a Silver Satin Dress embroidered with glittering roses. The large skirt shows the slender waist of the owner of the dress.

On Helena\'s body, bracelets, earrings, brooches, rings and priceless jewelry were eclipsed by her beauty. It seems that the light emitted by these treasures is only to support the beauty of the noble lady.

Even Chechen was intoxicated with it. But just like all songs have vertices. The party seemed to be the culmination of Miss Helena\'s life. After that, Chechen also heard about it. Miss Helena\'s life fell to the bottom overnight.

As soon as he thought of this, Cherchen couldn\'t help feeling sympathy again.

"How\'s Miss Helena?" Chechen asked.

Listen to Chechen ask about his own young lady, the middle-aged woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her cuffs.

"No," said the middle-aged woman sadly, "since Catherine was locked up in the dungeon, the lady has washed her face with tears every day."

Che Chen was silent. After Catherine was locked up in the dungeon, she went to see him with her colleagues in the mercenary regiment. The promising young Scotsman was locked up on the lower floor of the dungeon, where it was dark and humid all year round and there was not even a window. In such cold weather, Katherine\'s quilt is full of rags and straw makes the bed. Seeing such a situation, those colleagues who were friends with Catherine on weekdays were filled with indignation. Despite the obstruction of the dungeon guards, they sent soft quilts and cushions to Catherine. But the only thing we can do is to detain Catherine. It is the order of the mayor of fiordo, and no one can obey it.

"What can I do for you?" Chechen saw the middle-aged woman crying so sad for her master, and couldn\'t help but move her heart. But as soon as the words were out, Cherchen regretted. Helena sent someone to find herself in such a cold day. It must be a big thing. It may also have something to do with Catherine.

The middle-aged woman was sent by Helena to ask Cherchen for help. She didn\'t know how to mention it. Che Chen\'s initiative to mention "help" is in harmony with her mind.

She immediately said, "Miss, I have a little thing to ask you."

"What small matter?" Chechen asked carefully. She didn\'t dare to accept it. Some small things that seem to these big people may be big things in front of themselves.

"Miss, I hope you will let a man out of town," said the middle-aged woman.

"Put who?" Chechen had a faint hunch in his heart that the person miss Helena wanted him to put was Catherine. But even he couldn\'t believe it. Catherine was locked in a dungeon. How could Catherine save him without the order of Lord fiordo? Lord fiordo hated Catherine. If Helena\'s plea was useful and Catherine had been released, how could she wait until today. Ten thousand steps back, Miss Helena really tried to save Catherine, but can she let her go? Dry? Miss Helena did this. Maybe the city Lord would spare her for caring for her father and daughter, but she had no good fruit to eat.

Fortunately, Chechen finally didn\'t hear the name that frightened him.

"A Jewish businessman wanted to go out of the city to buy some food. The merchant\'s daughter and miss were friends, so he asked to go to miss," said the middle-aged woman.

Now, Chechen was relieved. This kind of thing hasn\'t happened for some time. Although the road was closed by heavy wind and snow outside, and the nearby towns were occupied by the invaders, they died when they went out. But there was a shortage of food in the city, and the price rose three times a day. Some greedy businessmen started this kind of life for money business. They usually went out in several sledges, which were filled with gold and silver articles purchased at a low price in the city, and then pulled them to the towns occupied by czar Russia to exchange food and wine with the Quartermaster there. They dare not go to the Cossacks. The Cossacks will take everything from the sledge and insert the Jews into the snow as road signs.

"When is the businessman going out?"

"Tomorrow night. He also prepared fifty Taylor as your reward."

Che Chen was silent. He didn\'t think that 50 Taylor had less money, but instinctively felt that things were not so simple. Did miss Helena really find herself because she helped her friend\'s father?

Seeing Chechen hesitant, the middle-aged woman was also a little anxious. She appealed: "Mr. aleval, miss, I really can\'t help looking for you. Miss, although she has only seen you once, she knows you are a good man. Miss, in fact, can\'t help it. Mr. Catherine is locked in the dungeon, where the conditions are so poor, and there is only a bowl of cold pea soup every day. Although Miss begged the guard to take care of Catherine as much as possible, she also asked for money. For this reason, The young lady pawned all her jewelry. This time she helped the merchant because the merchant entrusted his daughter with a gift. Just help our young lady. "

With that, the middle-aged woman began to wipe her tears again.

The middle-aged woman\'s words were reasonable, and he couldn\'t help believing them. He was also very clear about the faces of those prison guards: people nodded and bowed in front of them, and they didn\'t want to do anything as long as they didn\'t give money.

"Well, I promise you," said Chechen.

"God bless you," said the middle-aged woman gratefully. Obviously, the Tatar has converted to Christianity after so many years in Smolensk.

"May God bless Miss Helena too," said Cherchen, taking Taylor from the middle-aged woman, thinking about it, and returning twenty of Taylor to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman fell down and left with gratitude.

"Chechen, why did you go so long?"

When Chechen returned to the wooden shed, Pedro asked strangely.

"Nothing, uncle Pedro. He is a servant of a Jewish merchant family." for some reason, Chechen didn\'t want his uncle to know that Miss Helena was involved.

"Do you want to steal out of the city and resell goods?" it was a merchant, and Peter Rome thought of it. In fact, this kind of thing happens almost every day, and the guards of the city gate are not surprised.

"Well, yes," Chechen replied.

"How much did he offer?" asked Pedro.

"Well, it\'s all here." Chechen touched out the thirty Taylor.

"That\'s all? This damn is bullying you." when he saw that there was only this money, Pedro raised his eyebrows. He has also done several orders for such things, all of which are more than 50 or 60 Taylor.

As soon as the people nearby saw the money, they also clamored up one after another. Everyone means that Chechen receives less.

"How much should I charge?" Chechen asked blankly.

"At least fifty."

"Seventy is not too much."

Everyone is full of gossip.

Chechen knew that the 50 Taylor given by the middle-aged woman was the market price.

"Forget it, I\'ll pay the tuition this time," said Pedro, but then he immediately changed his words: "when he comes back, I\'ll collect another sum."