On May 18, 1804, at half past two in the afternoon, Mil Edward woke up from his sleep. He heard a shuddering sound outside the door. It was as terrifying as the knock on the door in his dream, like a furious

The restless bull was banging on the door like crazy.

He felt that the whole house was shaking, like an earthquake. The glass, bed, floor, table, and the plates and wine glasses on the table were almost fighting with each other. Even the dust on the beams was falling like large snowflakes, but

It's black - black is the color he hates most.

Mir jumped out of bed quickly, not having time to put on his shoes, so he ran barefoot downstairs.

He was worried that the house would collapse soon. He was not sure who was knocking on the door on the first floor or whether there was really a cow. He had to step forward to stop it.

He grabbed the old large-caliber flintlock hanging at the door, turned on the safety, and aimed at the dark brown iron door. He was already ready to punch a few holes in the guy outside the door.

He immediately took out his left hand, leaned forward, opened the door bolt, and then opened the door carefully.

When he saw a tall and mighty black man standing at the door, he was suddenly stunned.

Because when the black man repeatedly knocked on the door, his huge fist accidentally touched the barrel of the gun, so that the flintlock gun in Mill's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hey, buddy, I haven't seen you in three years, and you've become braver than before." He laughed and said, "I'm so sorry, I touched your gun."

Mill stared at the black man's boulder-like fist with a pale face and said, "Mr. Stoddard, this is not funny at all."

"If you smash them, I will ask you to give me a palace!" Mir simply adjusted his white half-sleeved shirt, raised his head, and pointed at everything in the room with a thick eyebrow.

Ian Stoddard is like a simple-minded black bear in the wild. He is huge and even half a head taller than Mill's iron gate.

He showed his white teeth and ignored Mir's pretentious gesture. When he was about to say something, Mir, extremely annoyed, motioned for him to wipe the mud off his boots before entering the house.

Mill has a mysophobia, which is closely related to his zodiac sign. He has lived in New Orleans for ten years.

His identity was known only to his girlfriend Alina Massena and his friend Ian Stoddard; he never revealed the slightest bit to anyone in the French Quarter.

For them, Mir is a future person from the Empire on which the sun never sets. They don’t understand what a future person is. They get along extremely harmoniously on weekdays. Occasionally, when Mir talks about something they don’t understand, they will all

He is treated as a mentally ill person.

In order to find the family secret - the curse, Mill signed a contract with the devil in the Cambridge University Library in the Empire where the sun never sets. After the devil sent him to New Orleans, he lived for only one year and found that it was completely in conflict with the time he wanted to go.

, he was certain that he had been tricked by the devil.

During the ten years that Mill spent in New Orleans, he had been looking for traces of the devil, and it seemed to have disappeared.

Mir bent down to pick up the flintlock and put it back where it belonged. He never worried about misfiring because there was no bullet in the gun - he forgot to load it.

Ian walked to the living room, took off his navy blue beaver hat, then took out a thick newspaper from his brown briefcase, put them together on the wooden table and said, "How have you been lately? Man."

Mir returned to the second floor and put on his new custom-made cloth shoes. He heard Ian's loud voice reply: "Very good, I just moved to a new house. How about you?"

"It's not good at all. I hate them, and I hate my father even more. Why should I be a parliamentarian?" Ian said.

"Them?" Mir asked standing in the stairwell.

"Yes, they are the so-called federal politicians."

Mill never cared about the politicians in Ian's mouth. He was concerned about what kind of news Ian would bring him when he came back this time. If he didn't bring any news, he would catch up with his old friends.

When he first came to New Orleans, he hated it very much and was often discriminated against and treated unfairly.

However, during the great fire that broke out in New Orleans in 1794, he saved many people, including Ian and Alina, thus changing Mill's fate and the way most residents of New Orleans viewed him.

From the moment he and Alina fell in love, he preferred to stay here.

"In fact, you have to thank your father. If your father had not become the military governor of Louisiana, you would be working as the cheapest labor force like their gangsters now."

Mill tried his best to enlighten Ian. He hoped that Ian would one day become a member of the federal politicians, so that Ian could bring him more news. On the other hand, from Ian's father, Mill as Ian

Ian is En's only friend, hoping that Mill will help Ian grow up so that his heart will not be harmed in any way - Ian is the child of his father and his mistress, and his father's only male son.

Mir turned to him and asked: "What would you like to drink?"

"Brandy."

Ian moved his hat and spread the thick creased newspaper on the table. While Mir was pouring the wine, he took out a thin newspaper from the pocket inside his suit and opened it quickly.

He placed the newspaper on the bottom layer of the thick newspaper.

At this time, Mir happened to be sitting opposite Ian holding two wine glasses, and handed the other glass to Ian.

Ian took the wine glass with one hand expressionlessly, and immediately pushed the newspaper in front of Mir with the other hand.

"Brother, the newspapers you provide are getting thicker and thicker." Mir said excitedly.

Ian took a sip of brandy and said, "Hurry up and read it. After reading it, you can find time to deal with them. I don't want to be arrested as a spy!"

Mir didn't drink. He began to read the newspapers quickly one after another. He only read the headlines and some major events.

Ian knew what he was looking for in the newspapers. Among them, there were several federal newspapers. He spent a lot of money to buy newspapers from other countries. Those who were engaged in intelligence seemed to regard Ian as a

Some kind of freak.

When Mir was about to flip through the last newspaper, Ian suddenly spoke: "Let's talk about something off-topic. You can keep the last one. It can kill your boring time at night."

"What do you want to ask?" Mir put down the newspapers in his hand, folded them and put them away, and glanced at Ian with doubtful eyes.

Ian drank all the wine in the glass in one breath and said, "Pour me another glass first."

When Ian saw Mir getting up and going to the kitchen to get some wine, he put the last newspaper in place of the first one.

Ian knew very well that the information in that newspaper must not be seen by Mir, at least not today. He was worried that Mir would go crazy after reading it, so he had to try every means to test Mir's attitude.

After Mir filled Ian's wine glass, he returned to his seat.

"Brother, are you healed?" Ian asked with concern.

"After being with Alina, my condition has improved. She is simply my good medicine."

Ian acted very calmly and never let Mir notice any flaws. He then asked: "If, I mean if, she leaves you, what will happen to you?"

What Mir didn't expect was that Ian's topic would jump to Alina, which he couldn't understand.

"I never imagined that I couldn't lose her, that's undeniable."

"Birth, old age, illness and death are the most common things. I need to give you a vaccination now." "In addition, or if she stops loving you one day and follows another man, what will you do?"

"I should wish her well."

Ian understood some potential information from a few conversations with Mil. Mil would be much more open-minded towards Alina than he thought. He could feel completely free to let Mil read the newspaper.

"I'm going back, man." Ian said as he drank the last drop of wine.

"Where are you going? I can accommodate you here."

Ian stood up, put his beaver hat under his arm, and said with a wicked smile: "New Orleans Hotel, you know what I want tonight."

"It's raining outside. I'll get you an umbrella. You take it with you."

Mir didn't try to keep him, he was sure enough that he knew Ian better than anyone else, and he would go there at least once every time he came to New Orleans.

"No need, I like rain, and I don't like holding an umbrella. It can make me cool and awake."

Before Ian left, he specifically told Mir to wait until he had thought about it tonight before opening the newspaper.


Chapter completed!