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Volume 4 The League of Gentlemen Chapter 27 Sir Wilson

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    Maybe it had rained in the past few days and the roads in the town were a little muddy.  From time to time, livestock pens can be seen on both sides of the dirt road, and the smell is very strong.  Qin Lun lowered the small felt hat he snatched from the traveler, slightly covering his face, and bent down and walked towards the town carrying a small bag.  Like all immigrant towns on the North American continent in this era, Monte Town's construction has just begun, and its urban planning appears neat and concise.  For the time being, this is still an agricultural town focusing on agriculture and animal husbandry. Except for the black slaves on the plantation, most of the other white townspeople own their own land and livestock.  The town is vast and sparsely populated. In addition to the main building where people live, most of the houses also have fodder warehouses, livestock pens and tool houses.  Especially the fodder warehouse is almost more important than the granary.  Without a granary, people may not necessarily starve to death; without their own fodder warehouse, others will not use fodder to help you raise livestock.  Qin Lun watched carefully as he walked.  He found that there was only one main road in the town. At the end of the dirt road was a church and a small square.  Compared with other buildings, this church is the most magnificent, with a three-story Gothic structure and a bell tower on top.  There are several wells around the small square, and a group of village girls gathered in small circles beside the wells, chattering lively.  When Qin Lun got here, he had already discovered his goal.  He paused and turned into a tavern on the left side of the dirt road with an oak barrel carved on its sign.  Probably because it is still early, there are not many people in the pub. The bartender behind the bar is holding a dirty rag and wiping the purple-brown walnut bar.  ¡°Duh duh!¡± Qin Lun leaned against the bar and knocked on the table to remind the bartender of his arrival.  "What do you want to order?" The bartender was a young man in his twenties. He didn't stop what he was doing. He just looked up at Qin Lun and asked casually.  Qin Lun glanced at the young man. He was wearing a linen undershirt, which was full of stains that could not be completely washed away.  Several threads were exposed from the rolled up cuffs on the forearms, the mouth where the rag was held was calloused, and the skin on the back of the hands was rough and peeling.  No matter in terms of age or dress, he doesn¡¯t look like a tavern owner. Otherwise, even if the business is not going well, he will get himself decent clothes.  It's not unusual for the tavern owner to be away from the store. It's not yet the peak business period, so the owner may be catching up on sleep and preparing for the evening business.  "Give me a beer!" Qin Lun took out a 10-shilling silver coin and put it on the bar. He held it with his fingers and pushed it in front of the bartender. "Besides the wine, answer a few questions and it will be yours."  " The young man's throat twitched when he saw the silver coin, with a flattering look on his face, and he whispered: "You can ask whatever you want, but the news I heard here are rumors, and there is no guarantee that they are true!  The world is an image world of Earth and is identical to it in many ways.  In English terms, one pound was equal to 20 shillings, and a 10 shilling silver coin was almost half a pound.  Don¡¯t think that money is small. During the first industrial revolution, a female textile worker¡¯s weekly salary was almost one pound. In other words, they only had a little more than four pounds per month.  At that time, textile workers were also considered skilled workers. Although they were female workers, their pay was more than that of a waiter in a colonial bar.  Excluding the glass of beer, Qin Lun's 10 shilling silver coin was the bartender's income for four or five days.  Taking a modern monthly salary of RMB 3,000 as an example, that is several hundred oceans.  The price was just to answer the news circulated in several taverns. Of course, the young bartender was secretly happy.  "Haha, my question is not difficult! Tell me, who is the richest in this town, and who is a veteran who has served beforecavalry, sailor or officer?" Qin Lun asked with twinkling eyes.  Although the black girl Dana saved by Qin Lun found Carmen's body, she had not seen the murderer, so Qin Lun did not know that the murderer of Carmen was a humanoid creature dressed as a gentleman. He could only use the clues at hand  Make inferences.  There were two fatal injuries to Carmen. One was a large hole dug out of her chest, and the other was a flat incision on her neck where she had been decapitated.  Judging from the decapitation injuries alone, the murderer was obviously a person who was good at using sharp blades and had a certain understanding of the structure of the human body.  There are many such professions, the less eye-catching ones include chefs, butchers, doctors, soldiers, etc.  If this person is in Monte Town, then he is most likely to be a veteran who has fought and killed people. The likelihood of other professions is much lower.  Monte Town is a New World town developed by British colonists. In addition to manor owners and black slaves who came to start businesses, the immigrants here are basically bankrupt farmers, small craftsmen, proletarians, etc.  In this era, Britain has defeated many competitors on the sea and has the prototype of an empire on which the sun will never set in the future.  The country is strong, there is no war in the country, and people like chefs, butchers, and doctors are??There is a certain skill, and those with excellent skills rarely immigrate to the New World to make a living.  What¡¯s more, although chefs, butchers, and doctors can all use knives, kitchen knives, boning knives, and scalpels cannot decapitate people cleanly.  The knives used for beheading are generally long knives. Although short knives can also behead people, it requires strong strength and extremely skilled killing skills.  Therefore, the murderer is most likely a veteran who has fought in the war, and is a cavalryman, sailor or officer wearing a cavalry sword or scimitar.  Ordinary soldiers in this era used guns and spears. Long daggers and spears were not convenient for killing people.  "Oh, then there must be only Lord Wilson. Not only is he the richest and most important person here, but I heard that he also fought with the French and Austrians before." The young man blurted out without hesitation, he felt  This question is surprisingly simple.  Only those with money can arrange the ceremony venue, and those with killing skills can prepare sacrifices. The young man's Lord Wilson completely fits Qin Lun's profile of the murderer.  "Sir Wilson? Lord, or knight?" Qin Lun's eyes flashed and he asked cautiously.  British aristocrats in this era are different from those in a few centuries later. Titles are still relatively valuable. Unlike in the future, every cat and dog can get a title from the British royal family.  However, there are differences between Lord and Jazz. The former is an honorary title that has made significant contributions to the country, is chartered by the royal family and cannot be hereditary, while the latter is a hereditary title.  As for high-ranking nobles above the rank of knight, it is obviously impossible for them to come to the New World to become farmers in person.  "This seems to be Jazz!" The young man was a little unsure. He usually didn't pay attention to what kind of formal title others used to greet the big shot.  Even if I heard it, I was not impressed.  Qin Lun nodded, Sir, that's right.  Although knighthood is a hereditary title, the lowest-ranking nobles often come to the New World to start a new business when their family fortunes fall.  Although Lords are not hereditary, they are generally big shots who have achieved both fame and fortune by virtue of their contemporary significant contributions to the country.  The property of such a big man in the New World may be just an investment, and I will not stay there for a long time.  Moreover, every move he makes attracts attention. It is hard to imagine that he would personally perform some kind of blood sacrifice ritual of some kind of cult.  "Last questionwhere does that big shot live?" Qin Lun released his fingers from the silver coins and showed an elegant smile.  More than an hour later, Qin Lun saw a country manor.  Wilson Manor is located five miles outside Monte Town. It is a small complex composed of a four-story Gothic main building and a bungalow.  There is a hillside behind it, and on the left is a sugar pressing workshop and a small racecourse.  To the right and in front are lush sugar cane fields.  There is a paved dirt road in front of the manor leading to Monte Town, and Qin Lun took this road to come.  Along the dirt road, he could always see some dark-skinned slaves working hard in the fields.  The Gothic manor was probably where the owner lived, and the rough bungalows were probably where the slaves lived.  Judging from the size of this sugar cane plantation, it would probably require at least a hundred slaves to take care of it.  Qin Lun stared at Wilson Manor from a distance and did not get closer.  The clothes he wore came from a traveler, and the rough workmanship and texture showed that this outfit was not that decent.  Wearing this outfit, he could be sure that the manor¡¯s butler would not introduce his master to him.  Sir Wilson¡¯s full name is Thomas Wilson. He is nearly 40 years old and in the prime of life.  As Qin Lun speculated, the Wilson family fell into decline more than 20 years ago.  In order to rebuild his family business, Thomas Wilson chose to join the army when he was young.  However, because he did not have the money to manage his affairs, even if he had a hereditary title, he could only start as a low-level officer.  ¡°After seven or eight years of hard work in the army, and even participating in the brutal Seven Years¡¯ War, I still couldn¡¯t climb to a high position, so I chose to retire out of frustration.  I just didn't expect that after he retired, he would have a good time. After disappearing from the eyes of acquaintances for several years, when he reappeared, he had married the only daughter of a big businessman, and had a son and a daughter. He inherited a family in South Carolina.  Huge sugar cane plantation.  "Can such a person really become a perverted killer? What kind of mysterious power does he have?" While being very interested, Qin Lun couldn't help but wonder if he had found the wrong person.  "How should I approach this big shot?" Qin Lun glanced at his inconspicuous outfit and curled his lips.  Due to time constraints, he obviously could no longer prepare properly and had to take more direct action.  "Such a simple dress, but he is also a white man. He cannot be a guest, nor can he be a slave" Qin Lun's eyes rolled, "Pretending to be a doctor or a civil servant was not possible before. Monte Town is too small, and Wilson must know all the people with status in the town, so I can only choose a character that is not eye-catching, but will definitely be able to enter the manor.  " Qin Lun glanced around aimlessly, and finally stopped at the stable on the left side of the manor.
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