Colonel Koluth Haken, the boss of the old beggar?

This world is so small, Ed can't help but feel this way.

The old man walked forward with his arms wide open, smiling:

"Thirty-three years, thirty-three years! My old guy - you don't look like you change at all."

"Same is you, sir." Rowan's mouth also smiled. This was the first time Ed saw him smiling.

The two old men hugged each other like brothers with sincere feelings. They were not flesh and blood, but better than flesh and blood - at least Dylan would definitely not hug Eton like this.

"I really didn't expect to see how we were getting old, Luo Wen. I thought I would sooner or later run into a shell, then wrap my body in my arms and return to my hometown, but who would have thought I was already sixty-five years old?"

"You look strong, and as long as you keep exercising and eat more fruits and vegetables, you may be able to live for a hundred years."

"Ha, I can't count on a hundred years old anymore. I just want to take advantage of my legs and feet to move around the world and see my old friends."

"Are the others doing well?" A slight glowed in Luo Wen's eyes.

"Not very good. Our 'glorious' country abandons those loyal people, just like abandoning a dog. Many of them are out of clothing and food. I have been thinking about ways to help them do something."

Colonel Haken shook his head, as if he had complained about it. He turned to look at the two people beside Rowan, pointed at Ed and asked:

"Is this your child, or your grandson? Are you so old?"

"Oh, no, his name is Edgar Wycollow, and he works in the police station. I'm not married yet," Rowan said awkwardly.

"Oh... Hello, kid. Sorry for a misunderstanding."

Colonel Haken stretched out his hand to show goodwill to Ed, and Ed responded politely to greet him:

"Hello, Colonel."

His palms were covered with rough patterns like bark, as hard as steel, and indestructible.

"Why don't you get married? Luo Wen. With your handsome appearance when you were young, there will definitely be many girls who are crazy about you."

"I dare not fall asleep when there are people around me..."

The smile on Rowan's face gradually faded:

"Whenever the night is late, the red valley will linger in front of me. Those blurry faces... I must kill them one by one again before I can wake up and see the morning sunshine."

"I feel like I'm... cursed. Do you feel that way, Colonel?

"No, that's not a curse, Rowan, it's your mind that tortures itself."

Haken commented. Unlike Rowan, his old, lion-like face is completely shameless:

"...I don't feel guilty. The order I received was to guard the mountain pass and not let any enemy go. If I did it again, I would still proudly kill all the pointed ears."

"I don't care about their life or death, because I know what I should care about. Why do you want to sympathize with your enemies? Think of those brothers who are still alive, those who you really should care about-"

"They dedicated their lives for the entire country, climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, but they were going to grow old in hopeless days. No one expressed their gratitude for their efforts, nor were they responsible for the rest of their lives."

"We did something terrible..." Rowan said.

"It's not us- it's Leriya and the 'Black Heart King' who did it all!"

The colonel interrupted Rowan, and he spoke faster and faster, his expression like a roaring lion:

"These soldiers are still as sharp as bayonets, but they can only beg and wander in the streets. People call Richard II the father of the country, but which father would do such a thing to his children?!"

The Blackheart King...that was a despicable title to His Majesty Richard II.

Ed's face changed slightly and he looked around. Fortunately, there were no other outsiders in the church. The old nun who cleaned the floor buried his head deeper and pretended that nothing happened.

The sudden silence also awakened Colus Haken. He sighed, took out his handkerchief and wiped his cheek:

"Sorry... you heard the crazy words of an old man. As compensation, please allow me to serve as an owner and take you to the restaurant for a sumptuous lunch."

Ed waved his hand in a hurry: "Don't worry, I just had lunch, and I happened to have something to talk to Father Dylan."

"I won't bother you to reminisce about the past." Dylan said tactfully.

"So that's the case, Rowan... let's find a warm place, eat some burnt, plump and juicy barbecue, and have a glass of brandy?"

Seeing Rowan nodding in agreement, Haken outlined a wrinkled smile, patted his shoulder, held up an umbrella and turned his head to the two of them:

"Then let's say goodbye first."

"Bon Voyage."

Seeing the two of them walking out, Ed turned his face and pulled out the envelope from the lining of the jacket and handed it to Dylan:

"This is the medical expenses for Quinn and Mr. Kuntu, and Mr. Bernard Eaton asks me to hand them over to you. I wish you... 'A happy life'."

As he said the last sentence, Ed raised his eyebrows jokingly.

...

"I'm back. I've handed over the money to Dylan--"

Putting off the umbrella under the eaves, Ed was about to push open the green door of the detective center, but found that the door was locked.

What's going on? Everyone has gone out?

He took out the key and opened the door, and there was no one inside. Only a handwritten note and map were left on the table.

The West Coast Company's transport airship crashed in the suburbs and arrived quickly after receiving it.

A circle drawn with pencils is drawn on the map next to it, which is obviously the specific location of the incident.

Well, there is work to do again.

Ed wrapped himself in the gun bag and tied the white crow's cane to his belt. He stretched his muscles and bones slightly, and the feeling of soreness remained in his muscles.

Generally speaking, he rarely brings a white crow cane when he brings an umbrella on rainy days. After all, he looks like a gentleman with one stick, and he looks like a disabled person with two sticks.

But the White Crow cane is a key weapon, so it must be tied to the belt to serve as a sword. He also put the hollow white crystal pendant given by his grandmother in his pocket, which can be used as a casting material for the "Secret Bandage Blade" at critical moments.

I rushed to the scene, and there was only a simmering ruin left in the airship. The heat slowly evaporated, and there were still spots of fire on the steel skeleton. The rain had stopped, but when I walked forward, I could still feel a wave of heat coming.

The airship crashed in a forest suburb. Fortunately, due to the rain, the soil and trees were moist enough, and the fire did not spread further. The surrounding land was still burned to pieces, giving off a rare and strange smell like a flame burning raindrops.

Since the accident happened outside the city, in addition to the people from the East District team, members of the Shenshui Bureau from other regions were on-site inspections.

"Am I late?" Ed's face was filled with guilt.

"It's okay. Let Quinn tell you about the situation."

Mr. Eaton was talking to another masked investigator. He stopped the conversation and signaled Ed to find Quinn first to find the situation.

"OK."

Quinn leaned under the tree beside her, like a bored child beside her while the adults were talking. Seeing Ed coming, she finally put away the butterfly winged knife in her hand, opened her eyes and waited for him to speak.

"Have you figured out the reason?"

"Probably, I heard that the person who saved it said that it seemed to be caused by rain or something."

"A part failure caused by rainy days caused the airship rotor to crash?"

"Yes, it's what you said. No word is bad." She rolled her eyes and agreed with Ed's statement.

“Are there many victims?”

"No one, they abandoned the container they carried at the first time of the incident, and then floated away on the escape hot air balloon."

"Huh..." Ed breathed a sigh of relief. This is a relatively standard self-rescue process. Strictly abide by rules and regulations can improve the survival rate of the air crash.

"It doesn't sound like a serious accident. Since that's the case, why are there so many people coming to the Shentuo Bureau?"

He glanced secretly around. There were at least a dozen people wearing bird-mouth masks, which was definitely a luxurious lineup.

"The problem is here," Quinn pointed to the direction along the way. "The container contains a large amount of active equipment, enough to arm a battalion of soldiers."

A battalion soldiers?
Chapter completed!