On the fifth night after the bloody mercenary regiment incident, Gregory came out of the castle.


    Although it is spring, there is still a chill in the night wind.


    Gregory tightened his collar and looked at the second floor of the castle. The light was still on in the third room on the left of the second floor. That''s the office of Bix, the new deputy to general Yakov cherkaski.


    "What a lucky guy." Gregory had an impulse to laugh at the thought of how the little Smolensk noble named Bix got the position of hot adjutant.


    In the horse race four days ago, due to the accidental disruption of two fugitives, little anzumov and Puqi, two big favorites who had won the championship, were accidentally robbed of the horse race. The other contestants went to chase the horse because of the accident. Only the noble named Bix drove the horse to finish the race regardless. There is no doubt that he became the champion of the day. Although more than one person raised objections, and little anzumov even asked for a new game, his owner Yakov cherkaski still gave him his life.


    Since then, Bix has become the general''s adjutant like himself. Of course, the rank must be under Gregory.


    With the help of his henchmen, Gregory gave him all his work except the entertainment of an aristocrat. Gregory himself became the most relaxed person.


    "In this way, the luckiest person should be himself."


    With this in mind, Gregory couldn''t help thinking about it.


    He exchanged passwords with the guards of the castle and went out of the gate of the castle. Outside the door, a gorgeous carriage was waiting for him. It was a gift from the old count anzumov. There were many of the same gifts in his house, most of which were handed over to general Yakov cherkaski by these aristocrats, togrigoli, but Gregory owned them for himself.


    "Where are you going tonight, master?" asked the coachman respectfully before Gregory entered the carriage.


    "Go home," said Gregory.


    The coachman showed an expression of amazement.


    On weekdays, he went back to brothels or pubs to have fun, but today Gregory went straight home.


    But as a servant, he had no right to ask Gregory. When Gregory settled down in the carriage, the coachman waved his whip and drove the carriage away from the castle.


    Gregory, who was anxious to get into the carriage, did not see the coachman''s amazement. Even if he saw him, he would not explain anything to a small coachman.


    But he did it for a reason. Because just this morning, the military judge sent a document about issuing a document to hunt down deserters. Gregory didn''t care. Basically, several copies of such documents will be sent every week. There are always some "gray animals" in the army who don''t want to serve the great czar and want to escape military service all day.


    But a name in this document recalled Gregory''s bad memories. The name is fedot.


    Gregory immediately called the military judge into the office and asked in detail about the guy named fedot.


    Fortunately, the military judge was a conscientious soldier. He knew all the deserters clearly before writing the document. He described the basic situation of the deserter named fedot to Gregory in every detail.


    The more you listen to Gregory, the more you panic. Because this guy named fedot and the fedot who almost killed himself are one person.


    Moreover, when the military judge said that the man had beaten himself in the correctional camp, Gregory wine confirmed that his enemy was definitely not a deserter, but to kill himself.


    After all these years, they still met.


    Gregory is well aware of fedot''s hatred for himself and that he is a sharpshooter. After fleeing from the correctional camp for so many days, fedot must have found out his law of action every night. Maybe he will wait for himself in the pub he often goes to tonight.


    At this time, the best way is to hide in the castle, because it is heavily guarded. But Gregory dared not make such a request like general Yakov cherkaski. Because he knew that Yakov despised cowards most. He offered to escape in the castle. The general might consider the old love and allow it, but his career would be over. Between life and official career, Gregory''s balance is still biased towards official career.


    To this end, Gregory bribed an officer in the army and borrowed 20 soldiers from him to guard his house. Gregory was confident that he would be completely as long as he came home.


    The bells on the carriage jingled, indicating that the carriage had been driving. Gregory sat in the carriage, raising the curtains and looking out from time to time.


    Because it was night, there were few pedestrians on both sides of the road. Only a few rooms were still lit. The tall buildings and low houses on the street alternate, irregular and irregular.


    Gregory is most afraid of such an environment, because the street is the most favorable ambush place. Fedot is likely to hide in a house and stare at himself.


    Gregory panicked more and more. He put down the curtains and blew out the candles in the carriage. In this way, people outside can''t aim at themselves with the figure illuminated by the candle. But he was still worried, and he kept changing his seat.


    Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. The carriage drove smoothly into Gregory''s house.


    The coachman rang the bell in the connecting carriage to remind Gregory that he had arrived home.


    Gregory got out of the carriage, and when he got home safely, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.


    At the gate of the house, two Musketeers were standing with guns. There are nine such soldiers inside and outside the house. They guard their own safety, either openly or secretly.


    Gregory entered the door, and the coachman drove his carriage in the direction of the stable. No one noticed the eyes under the carriage.


    The coachman drove the carriage into the stable and was ready to go back to his room to rest.


    If there were no accidents, my work today would be over. The next morning, he got up early to feed the horse and wash the carriage.


    The coachman took out half a bottle of vodka in his pocket, which he had bought on his way to the castle.


    After a sip, the coachman hummed a tune and left. His voice was so loud that he could still be heard from the stables.


    "Finally gone."


    When the noise finally disappeared, Fatima climbed out from under the carriage.


    She followed Gregory for four days. Every night she would try to get under the carriage and follow Gregory. But those days, this guy either went to the pub or the brothel. Different from ordinary people''s imagination, these lively places are the least suitable for Fatima. Because there is a lot of noise in those places, they have an oriental face, which is very eye-catching. Without concealment, it''s not easy for killers to start.


    Fatima walked out of the stable against the wooden wall. She was wearing soft soled shoes, so she didn''t make a sound when walking on the ground.


    At the stable gate, Fatima stopped. Although it was quiet outside, Fatima''s intuition told herself that there was more than one person hiding in the grass at the door.


    Fatima looked at the roof of the stable. She jumped up, hooked her hands on a beam, and sat down.


    Fatima sat like this, as if she were integrated with the beam of the house.


    About half an hour later, a commotion occurred in the grass where Fatima suspected someone. Then the two figures got up from the grass, with a long axe in their hands. Obviously, if Fatima went out at that time, it would inevitably lead to two long axes.


    The two men patted the dust on their bodies. After another five minutes or so, the person who handed them over finally came. This time, two Musketeers.


    These two Musketeers also have no brains. After handing over their work with their companions, they ambushed into the grass with fireguns and didn''t even put out the fire rope. So two little sparks twinkled in the grass.


    In the stable, Fatima opened her eyes. She vomited on the beam more than 1800 times. According to the time, it should be about 30 minutes. Obviously, the guards change posts every half an hour.


    After finding out the rules of changing guards, Fatima gently pulled out the thatched roof of the stable.


    It was dark overhead, and the moon was shrouded in dark clouds. This also helps Fatima hide.


    Sure enough, the two "fools" hiding in the grass didn''t notice the abnormality above.


    The stable is next to Gregory''s house. Fatima took a rope from her waist and hooked it on the window edge of the aisle on the second floor. She climbed carefully and slowly until she found that the window was locked from the inside.


    Fortunately, Fatima was an expert. She felt a blade as thin as a cicada''s wing from her soft soled shoes, inserted it into the gap of the window and pulled the latch of the window open.


    Fatima jumped in. Although the light was on in the corridor, there was no one. On the left side of the corridor is a three fork. Fatima moved close to the wall to the fork of the road and looked around quickly. There is a room on the right. At the door are two guards with axes.


    This should be Gregory''s bedroom.


    Fatima took out two throwing knives from behind and clamped them in her hands. Her figure jumped out like a ghost and threw a throwing knife at the two guards.


    The Throwing Knife went like lightning and hit all the guards in the throat.


    The two guards didn''t even have a chance to hum, so they fell to the ground.


    One move to defeat the enemy eliminated the two guards, but Fatima was still careless. She took down the simple shield behind her back and took it in her hand. With a short knife in her other hand, she carefully touched the door.