MTL - Death Notice-v12 Chapter 27 Sir Wilson
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Perhaps it has been raining in the past few days, and the road in the town is muddy. From time to time, the beasts of livestock can be seen on both sides of the mud road, and the taste is very heavy. Qin Lun pulled down the small felt hat that was snatched from the traveller, slightly obscuring the face, bending over and holding a small bag and heading towards the town.
Like all the immigrant towns in the North American continent in this era, the construction of the town is just beginning, and the city planning seems neat and concise. For the time being, it is still an agricultural town dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry. Except for the black slaves in the plantation, most other white townspeople have their own land and livestock.
The town is sparsely populated, and every household has a haystack, a barn and a tool house in addition to the main building. In particular, the forage warehouse is almost more important than the granary. Without a granary, people don't necessarily starve to death. They don't have their own forage warehouse. Others will not use grass to help you raise large animals.
Qin Lun walked while watching for observation. He found that there is only one big road in the town, and at the end of the dirt road is 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. A group of large villagers with large waists gather in the small wells and gather in several small circles.
Qin Lun has come here and has found his own goal. He stepped forward and turned into a tavern with oak barrels carved on the left side of the dirt road.
Probably because the time is still early, there are not many in the pub? People, the bartender behind the bar is holding a dirty rag and wiping the purple-brown walnut bar.
“Hey!” Qin Lun leaned on the bar and knocked on the table to remind the bartender of his arrival.
"What is the point?" The bartender is a young man in his twenties. He didn't stop his work, just looked up and looked at Qin Lun and asked casually.
Qin Lun glanced at the young man, wearing a linen sweatshirt with a stain that could not be completely washed. The cuffs rolled up on the arm reveal a number of thread ends, and the tiger's mouth with the rag is long and has a rough skin.
He is not like a tavern owner, either in his age or in his clothes, or he will give himself a face-to-face dress even if he is not good at business. It is not uncommon for the pub owner to be in the store. It is not the peak period of business. The boss may be tempted to prepare for business in the evening.
"Give me a beer!" Qin Lun took a 10 shilling silver coin and put it on the bar. He pressed it with his fingers and pushed it to the bartender. "In addition to the wine, answer me a few questions. It is yours." ""
The young man looked at the silver coin and had a pleading look on his face. He whispered, "You can do whatever you want, but the news I hear here is rumored, and it is not guaranteed to be true!"
This world is the image world of the Earth, and many aspects are the same. In terms of the ratio of England, one pound is equal to 20 shillings, and 10 shillings are almost half a pound.
Don't think that there is less money. During the first industrial revolution, the weekly salary of a textile female worker was almost one pound. In other words, they only had a little more than four pounds a month.
The textile workers at that time were also technical workers. Although they were female workers, they paid more than the waiters in a colonial bar. In addition to the beer, Qin Lun’s 10 shilling silver coin is also the income of the bartender for four or five days.
Take the modern 3000 monthly salary as an example, that is hundreds of oceans. The price is just to answer the news circulating in several pubs, and the young bartenders are certainly happy.
"Oh, my problem is not difficult! Tell me, who is the richest in this town, who used to be a veteran of the service... Cavalry, sailor or officer?" Qin Lun blinked and asked.
Although Dina, a black girl rescued by Qin Lun, discovered the body of Carmen, she did not see the murderer, so Qin Lun did not know that the murderer who killed Carmen was a humanoid creature dressed as a gentleman. He could only use the clues at hand. Make reasoning.
Carmen had two fatal injuries, one with a large hole dug out of the chest and the other with a flat cut and a beheaded neck. From the point of view of the injury of the dagger, the murderer is obviously a person who is good at using the sharp edge and has a certain understanding of the human body structure.
There are many such occupations, and there are chefs, butchers, doctors and soldiers who are not very noticeable. If this person is in the town of Montenegro, then he is most likely a veteran who has fought and killed people, and the possibilities of several other occupations are much lower.
Montenegro is a New World town developed by British colonists. The immigrants here are basically bankrupt farmers, small handicraftsmen, proletarians, etc., in addition to entrepreneurial owners and slaves.
In this era, the United Kingdom has already defeated many competitors in the ocean, and has the rudiment of the future without falling into the empire. The national strength is strong, there is no war in the country, and chefs, butchers, doctors and all of them have a skill, and those with excellent skills rarely immigrate to the New World to discuss life.
Moreover, chefs, butchers, and doctors all use knives, but kitchen knives, boning knives, and scalpels have no way to clean people. The knives used for daggers are generally long knives. Although short knives can also be used to decapitate people, they require a lot of strength and skill to kill them.
Therefore, the murderer may be the most veteran of the war, and the cavalry, sailors and officers wearing cavalry knives or scimitars. The ordinary soldiers of this era used fires, guns, and guns, and the guns of the long daggers were not convenient for hacking.
"Oh, that must be only Sir Wilson, who is not only the richest and most famous person here, but also heard that he had fought with the French and the Austrians before." The young man blurted out without hesitation, he felt This problem is surprisingly simple.
If you have money, you can arrange a ceremony venue and have murder skills to prepare the sacrifices. The young man in the mouth of the young Sir Wilson fits perfectly with Qin Lun’s profile of the murderer.
"Wilson Sir Alex? Lord, or Jazz?" Qin Lun blinked and asked cautiously.
The British aristocrats of this era are different from the centuries later. The title is still worth more. Unlike the future, all the cats and dogs can get a title from the British royal family.
However, the Lord and the Jazz are different. The former is a honourable title that has made a major contribution to the country, licensed by the royal family and not hereditary. The latter is a hereditary title. As for the higher aristocrats above the jazz, it is obviously impossible to come to the New World as a farmer.
"This... seems to be a jazz!" The young man is a little uncertain. He usually didn't pay attention to what kind of official name someone else used to greet the big man. Even if I heard it, I was not impressed.
Qin Lun nodded and the jazz was right. Although the Jazz is a hereditary title, this lowest-order aristocrat is often in the middle of the family, and it is possible to re-enter the New World. Although the Lord is not hereditary, he can rely on contemporary contributions to the country. They are generally big names who are both fame and fortune.
This big man’s industry in the New World may be just an investment, and I will not stay for a long time. Moreover, his every move has been noticed, and it is hard to imagine going to personally do a blood sacrifice ceremony for a certain cult.
"The last question... Where is the big man living?" Qin Lun released his fingers from the silver coins, revealing an elegant smile.
After more than an hour, Qin Lun saw a country manor.
Located on the outskirts of Monterey, Wilson Manor is a small complex of four-story Gothic main building and a bungalow. There is a hillside behind it, and on the left is a sugar-making workshop and a small racecourse. The right side and the front are the lush sugar cane fields.
In front of the manor there is a muddy road leading to Montenegro, and Qin Lun is taking this road. Along the dirt road, he can always see some dark-skinned slaves working hard in the ground.
The Gothic manor is estimated to be the place where the owner lives, and the rough houses should be slaves. According to the area of this sugar cane garden, I am afraid that at least 100 slaves will be taken care of.
Qin Lun looked far away at Wilson Manor and did not continue to approach. The clothes on him came from a traveler, and the rough workmanship and texture showed that the dress was not so decent.
Wearing this body, he can be sure that the butler of the manor will not introduce him to the owner.
Sir Wilson's full name, Thomas Wilson, is nearly 40 years old and is a good old man. As Qin Lun speculated, the Wilson family had already fallen in the family more than 20 years ago.
In order to reorganize his family business, Thomas Wilson chose to join the army when he was young. However, because there is no money to go up and down, even if he has a hereditary title, he can only start from the bottom officer.
In the army for seven or eight years, and also participated in the cruel seven-year war ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ still can not climb to the high position, chose to retire under the disappointment.
I just didn't expect him to be transported after he retired. After disappearing in the eyes of acquaintances for a few years, when he appeared again, he had married a single businessman's only daughter, and he had a son and a daughter. He inherited a South Carolina. A large sugar cane garden.
"Do such a person really become a perverted killer? What kind of mysterious power exists in him?" At the same time of great interest, Qin Lun could not help but wonder if he had found the wrong person.
"Which way should I approach this big man?" Qin Lun glanced at his unremarkable dress and couldn't help but grin. Because of the time relationship, he obviously can no longer be properly prepared, and must take a direct action.
"This kind of plain clothes is a white man. It can't be a guest, and it can't be a slave..." Qin Lun's eyes slid straight and turned. "It wouldn't work like a doctor or a civil servant. Monte is too small. Wilson must know all the people in the town, so I can only choose one that is unobtrusive, but will definitely enter the manor."
Qin Lun blindly scanned the circle without a goal, and finally stopped watching on the stable on the left side of the manor.
