"quack--"

The rough croaking of crows hovered in the woods. This group of scavengers that smelled blood had covered the branches, staring at the corpses below with pure black eyes.

"You're really fucking evil."

Grosso cursed and muttered, and found an iron kettle to rinse the blood off his body.

Grosso, who personally participated in the battle just now, felt something strange. The fighting quality of this group of horse bandits was simply worrying. No one could survive three moves under his own hands.

Judging from their rudimentary equipment and low quality, they are more like a group of makeshift beggars and thugs than vicious horse bandits.

It would be understandable if these people took risks for the sake of cartloads of silver coins, but their fighting power was actually aimed at intercepting and killing Lawrence, which is very intriguing.

Lawrence walked out of the carriage, waved his hand to blow the strong smell of blood in front of his nose, found Grosso and asked with a frown:

"Has it been dealt with? How is the situation?"

Grosso wiped the blood stains on his body and said:

"A lot of them ran away, and most of the rest are dead, but there should still be a few alive."

As he spoke, Grosso randomly found a horse bandit who was lying on the ground, kicked off his robe to reveal his naked and skinny body, shook his head and said:

"But it's strange... Look at these people, they are as skinny as skin and bones. They probably don't even have a full meal on weekdays. I have never seen such miserable people in any place."

"Well... something is definitely wrong. Find me a living person and see if I can ask anything."

Lawrence nodded slightly and said, still preparing to extract some information from these horse bandits.

Grosso also neatly carried a dying horse bandit to Lawrence, who was almost about to die. After that, he personally rode a draft horse to guard the area to avoid enemy reinforcements.

Lawrence glanced at the horse bandit's chest, which was still bleeding, and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. After all, it was still unclear whether there would be a second wave of attacks here, so he said straight to the point:

"This is only half a journey from Versailles. If you go to Versailles and find a doctor, you might still be able to survive. Now, let me ask you an answer. If you are satisfied, I will take you with me. If not, you can just lie here and wait for the crows to peck you.

Your eyes."

Although it was very miserable, the horse bandit nodded without hesitation.

Even if he was imprisoned in a dungeon waiting to be sent to the guillotine, it would be much better than being in the barren mountains and having crows peck open his chest bit by bit and eat away at his internal organs.

"Who sent you?" Lawrence asked coldly.

"Arco Lawton..." The horse bandit struggled to spit out a very ordinary name, which sounded like the name of a small boss.

"Who do you belong to?" Lawrence continued.

Hearing this question, the horse bandit paused for a moment, seeming to hesitate, but his desire to survive immediately defeated all thoughts, and he said slowly:

"I... don't know his name... I just know that he is called the King of Beggars and lives in the sewers of Paris... I haven't seen him either."

"The King of Beggars?"

Lawrence read the name nonchalantly.

Although a rat in the sewers calls himself a king, he is essentially just a gang leader.

For such a person, Lawrence could kill him with not only a slap but also a finger. He would not be so ignorant that he would send someone to attack and kill him.

After asking a series of questions one after another, Lawrence probably got all the information these horse bandits knew.

They are all beggars, thieves or poor people active at the bottom of Paris, and they are all nominally subordinate to the so-called King of Beggars.

But tonight, they were suddenly summoned by their leader, who hurriedly asked them to ride horses to follow Lawrence's convoy and intercept them halfway.

Other than that, these horse bandits don't know anything.

That's right, the leaders who summoned them didn't tell them any additional information.

"What happened? Who did it?"

Grosso, who rode around on horseback, found nothing unusual. After returning to the convoy, he saw that Lawrence's questioning had ended, so he immediately stepped forward and asked.

"The person who directly ordered the attack was a gang leader."

Lawrence shook his head and said:

"What do you call the King of Beggars? He's just a rat in the sewers."

Grosso nodded. He had only been in Paris for a short time, so naturally he had no idea who the so-called King of Beggars was.

"So, we're going to start with this Beggar King?" Grosso asked.

"That's not necessary. I'm afraid he's just a thug. There must be someone else behind it." Lawrence shook his head and said:

"But he dared to accept the instructions and really sent people to attack and kill me... It seems that after returning to Paris this time, he will conduct a rat eradication operation in the sewers."

Although Lawrence only has twenty precision shooters in Paris, as long as he spreads the word, I believe that both the military system and the police system will be happy to clean the sewers of Paris for him.

At this moment, several frightened coachmen nearby heard Lawrence's words, and hesitantly stepped forward and said:

"Sir, did you just say the King of Beggars?"

"Yes, do you know this person?"

Lawrence turned around and asked, these coachmen live in the market on weekdays, and they must have a deeper understanding of these characters in the underground world.

The leading driver nodded and said:

"I don't know much, but this man is quite famous in the slums. Quite a few thieves and robbers work under him. It is said that thousands of people belong to him."

"Thousands of people? It seems like the backstage is tough enough." Lawrence nodded and said. For such a large gang to gather in Paris, there must be someone behind them to protect them.

"Yes, that's right..." the coachman said immediately:

"Actually, the background of the King of Beggars is not even a secret in Paris. It is Jean Du Barry."

"Jean Du Barry?"

Lawrence was indeed a little surprised when he heard this name.

However, Lawrence was not surprised that Jean Du Barry was related to the King of Beggars. Since Jean Du Barry ran a large number of casinos and brothels in the gray industry, his hands would certainly not be very clean.

As for Jean Du Barry, who introduced Madame Du Barry into the upper class, although he did not have a particularly high status in the Duke Richelieu's faction, he was still considered a key member and protected a so-called King of Beggars.

Of course it's not a problem.

What really surprised Lawrence was that Jean Du Barry was very likely to be related to the attack.

"Behind Jean Dubarry is the Duke Richelieu... Unless the Duke Richelieu had a stroke, he would order an attack on me, and if the Duke Richelieu really wanted to attack me, he would not send such a crowing dog to steal it.

only."

Lawrence looked at the corpses and pools of blood on the ground, frowned and thought:

"And Jean Dubarry himself would not be stupid enough to do such a thing. He and I have no enmity, and killing me will not do him any good..."

While Lawrence was deep in thought, Grosso suddenly discovered something and shouted:

"Hey! Lawrence, come and take a look!"

Lawrence, who heard the shouting, immediately pulled away and ran to Grosso, who was gathering the horses left behind by the attackers.

Grosso patted a black horse in front of him, walked around the black horse with a serious expression, couldn't help but smacked his lips, and said:

"Boy, do you see what's wrong?"

Lawrence glanced at the tall horse, its smooth and shiny fur and strong limbs, and suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, nodded and said:

"This is quite a good horse..."

After that, Lawrence took another look at the remaining horses. They were all strong and energetic.

The fur is abundant, and the fur has been carefully taken care of, making it look smooth and comfortable.

Grosso nodded and said:

"These horses are all six or seven years old, and they are definitely among the best. Moreover, although I don't know what breed they are, but their size... they must be hunting horses used by noble men for hunting."

"A hunting horse for hunting?"

Lawrence raised his eyebrows and took a closer look at these horses that were all raised with the same body shape, and gradually finalized his idea in his mind.

Whether it was the King of Beggars or Jean Dubarry, their wealth and status would not allow these beggars and poor people to come to intercept and kill them on hunting horses specially designed for nobles.

In other words, these horses must have been provided by others.

Combined with the background of Jean Du Barry, these hunting horses most likely came from the Duke Richelieu's mansion or manor.

And it is impossible for the Duke of Richelieu himself to make such an irrational decision as launching an attack, so someone who has the motive and ability to launch this attack...

All the clues have been strung together, and the target is ready to be revealed.

"It seems that my dear Count Falcone really hates me so much that he can do such a irrational thing. I kindly asked the Duke of Richelieu to bring him greetings before."

Lawrence stroked the fur of the hunting horse in front of him with a gloomy face and whispered:

"But I really have to thank him for taking the initiative to hand me a knife..."

...

After simply cleaning the battlefield, Lawrence ordered the six horse bandits who were still alive to be taken to the car, preparing to send them to Versailles for treatment.

After all, they were witnesses to the attack, and keeping these horse bandits would also bring a lot of convenience to Lawrence.
To be continued...