The visitor wore a big hat and lowered his head to the horses that tied the officers' horses. He asked about the name Winters Montagne and was guided to Winters' side.

Winters didn't recognize this face, but the person who came called out his last name accurately.

"You are Mr. Montagne?"

"Do I know you?" Winters became alert.

"I am Benvinuto's friend, so I'll send him a message."

Hearing Benwinotto's name, Winters quickly led the visitor to the place outside the horse trench.

According to the cripple, a group of Montas were digging three feet into the ground to find Benwei, but this friend directly reported Benwei's name in front of others.

"What a message, say it." Winters couldn't help but remind the other party: "Someone is looking for your friend, don't mention his name casually. If someone is interested in hearing this name, you can find him."

"No, the Montas are not that powerful. I helped me deliver a lot of messages, and never made any mistakes." The Benwinutto messenger thought he was experienced and disagreed with Winters' reminder.

Seeing the messenger's disapproving smile, Winters roared in his heart: "The Varen people have no sense of secrets at all!"

There are countless military operations in this world that deceived the enemy spies and scouts, but ultimately failed because of the information from the shepherds and the woodcutters.

Never look down on the intelligence capabilities of the masses. This is an important part of what Winters learned in war history class.

But it was obvious that there was no point in telling the messenger, and Winters asked directly: "What message did he ask you to send me?"

"Benwei said he is very good now and is very safe, so he wants you not to worry about him. He will look for you after the storm has passed."

"Where is he living now?" Winters' thoughts moved.

The messenger replied without thinking: "Live at my house."

...

Two hours later, in a small courtyard on the edge of a small village on the outskirts of the city, Benvinuto was chopping firewood.

His top was hung aside, his shirtless, and his upper body was tanned because he had been working on the dock all year round. He was not fat, nor did he have that strong tendon flesh, and he looked thin. But when he swung the axe, others could see the power contained in this body from the muscles of the dragon that appeared on him.

Benwei was responsible for swinging the axe, lifting it up and falling, and breaking it with one chop. Another little boy was responsible for placing the sawed wood on the pile. The two of them had a clear division of labor and skillfully cooperated. The chopped firewood had been neatly tidied under the eaves into a wall.

"Benwei, see who I brought you." The gate of the courtyard was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the happy voice of the owner of the courtyard came.

Following the messenger, Winters walked in with his horse.

"Why are you here?" Benway's surprise was unspeakable.

Winters strode up and saw a bear hug: "It's a long story."

Benway's messenger and owner of the courtyard warmly greeted the wife of the family to prepare food and drink for Winters. Although the Vanes were not good at plotting, they were generous and hospitality, loyal to their family and friends.

Most of the residents of this small village were Vanne who escaped from war and fled to Venetta more than 20 years ago. No wonder Benvenuto hid here.

"You're the only one here?" Winters asked. No matter how you look at this small yard, you can't live in Benwei and his family.

"My brother and I live here." Benway brought a stool for Winters and said calmly: "The elderly have sent them to their relatives' houses."

The two sat under the shade of the tree in the corner of the yard. The owner of the yard called his son into the house and avoided him kindly. Only Winters and Benway were left in the yard in front of the room.

It just rained last night, and the water accumulated after the sun came out was dry little by little, and the outside of the house was as humid as a steamer. Under the shadow of the mottled trees, Benwei held a large jar and poured water for Winters to drink.

"You are not safe at all. This friend is a very good person, but he is also a very bad messenger. He was too careless and your enemy could easily find you with clues." Winters got straight to the point.

There was no time to greet him, and Winters checked the defense measures of the small courtyard from the officer's perspective: "The wall of this courtyard is too short, it is still on the edge of this village, and there is not even a dog. What should I do if someone touches you and your brother at night?"

Benwei handed the cup to Winters: "It's okay, the Vannes in this village are all related to my family. As long as there are strange faces in the village, I can get news immediately. With them protecting me, don't worry."

"The safer you think, the more dangerous you are." Winters is most afraid that Benway will be paralyzed by this false sense of security: "This small courtyard is not in the village, but on the edge of the village. If I brought people here, quickly in and out, the people in the village would not have time to react."

Benway smiled and said, "Don't think too much about the Montas. Whether it's the Montas or the Paratus, they are actually like our Vanes, just a group of dock workers with some strength."

"The more you think this way, the more dangerous it is." Winters said worriedly.

"Okay, okay, then my brother and I will change to the innermost house in the village." Benwei didn't care much.

Winters sighed. The person involved was not in a hurry, and it was useless if others were anxious. However, it would be safer to change a house. He added: "It is best to change places every day so that others can't figure out where you are."

"Okay, OK." Benway responded helplessly to Winters.

The two were silent for a while, and could only hear the toads in the small pond outside the yard screaming constantly.

"I heard about the dock." Winters spoke first: "When should I work at the dock and form cliques?"

Benwei leaned gently on the trunk of the tree and looked into the distance, saying, "It's not a few years. Anyway, my dad didn't do this when he was working at the wharf... In fact, it was just to grab a job. In the end, there are more and more people who have the water blue in recent years. Although the work at the wharf is hard, it can be done with strength, so the competition is becoming more and more fierce. Malicious price suppression is light, and it is common to cripples people in the alley. If you don't join the group, you will be bullied by the people who join the group, forcing people to join the group."

"You are creating an oppressor for yourself, this kind of..." Winters bit his lip and didn't know which word to use: "...Gangs, organizations, clubs, whatever they call them. Although they are just to avoid being bullied, they will definitely deteriorate in the future and become monsters that use violence to suck your blood."

"Yes, this sign has begun to appear." Benwei smiled self-deprecatingly: "But after the dock was divided into several lands, the malicious price reduction among porters was over. Outsiders were not allowed to go to the dock to grab a job, and porters earned more money. Even the order of a gangster is better than the lack of order."

"Forget it, why do we two say that it's so far? This is something that the customs needs to worry about, and it has nothing to do with me." Winters curled his smile and asked Benway seriously: "How do you Vanes want to finish this matter? Do you want to hide forever? Is there anything I can help?"

Benway laughed and patted Winters on the shoulder: "It's okay, you think too seriously. This is not a war between the two countries. The Montas are loud, the raindrops are small, and the shouting is loud. In fact, it is just to occupy more territory. I don't have to hide when this matter slowly calms down."

Winters frowned and said, "As far as I know, the Montas bought a lot of real guys and more than a dozen mesh rope guns. They are serious about taking revenge."

According to the cripple, in daily dock fighting, only sticks are used, no weapons are needed, and even muskets are used.

The dock workers are not soldiers, and fighting is nothing more than robbing the job, not for killing people, nor do they want to make things worse. The cripple thinks that the Montas are coming this time, and their purpose is not simple. It is likely that they want to make a big deal to defeat the other two groups of people and occupy the dock exclusively.

"Don't worry, we also have guns. In fact, taking the gun out is just to scare people, and there is no lead inside." Benwei angrily punched himself in the thigh: "These Monta people have problems in their minds! If their own people die, they blame us Vine people, and they insisted that it was the one who killed them in my family. It's really..."

"Uh, isn't it really you and your brother?" Winters suddenly discovered a blind spot.

Although the Vanes did not admit it, both the Crip, Field, Moritz and Winters believed that Benway and his brothers had taken over the leader of the Monta.

Because... it's so reasonable. Nearly two hundred murders occur in this city every year, of which vendetta accounts for one-third.

When enemies meet, draw their swords and poke each other, it is really a common thing in Hailan City.

Revenge is the simplest emotion of mankind, and the culture of revenge is a culture shared by all mankind. Although the law takes the power of revenge to the ruling class, blood revenge is still praised by most people in the "wild land" south of the Shady Mountains.

Although Benvinuto committed suicide to his uncle for his revenge, the citizens of Hailan City would still cheer for him.

But just now, just a few seconds ago, the meaning of Benwei's words was not like this.

"Of course not!" Benwei's tone was extremely helpless: "I did plan to avenge my uncle with my younger brothers, but Dascar's death really has nothing to do with us. Alas."

"Not you?"

"certainly."

"It's not your brother?"

"The night when Dascar died, my whole family was keeping his uncle's heart. It must have been not done by my younger brothers."

"What..."

Benwei sighed: "This is the biggest problem. Everyone thinks that my family killed the big scar for revenge. Not only the Montas, but even the Vines believe it. Even my distant relatives are thinking this way, and no matter how I explain it, it is useless."

Benwei did not need to lie to Winters, especially in this matter. Because although Winters originally thought it was Benwei's move, he was still on Benwei's side, and Benwei also understood this.

So since Benvinuto said that he didn't kill the Monta, in Winters's opinion, it was really not his move.

"Then isn't this going to be a bad debt?"

Benwei groaned: "It doesn't matter, even if Big Scar doesn't die, I will avenge my uncle. There is no difference between going back and forth, but it saves me trouble."

"The difference is big!" Winters was anxious: "If this matter is put on your head, you will be sentenced to exile at least."

"This matter cannot be put on my head." Benway grinned: "My neighbors are all my witnesses. It is because the sheriff cannot get me up and sent me for trial that the Montas are so urgent to seek revenge. And I was not done by me, and I will never admit it."

"Is there anything I can help?" Winters asked: "Anything."

"It's okay, I don't need to work now, so I'm fine."

Winters looked into Benway's eyes and said seriously and seriously, "If you hadn't saved me that day at the dock, I'd drowned, I owe you a life. There is anything... anything I can do, as long as you speak, friend."

Winters bites the word "any" very hard.

Benway understood what Winters meant, and he smiled and punched Winters in the knee: "Does we still need to talk about repaying our kindness? You guy, you are your officer, don't get involved in this little bit of trouble with me. Speaking of which, I really have something to ask you."

"you say."

"Is that workshop still here?"

"It's still here, my little uncle is in charge now."

"Can you help me get an apprenticeship?" Benwei asked with a little twisted look.

"Of course! I'll guarantee it, my uncle will definitely agree." Winters said, patting his chest.

"It's not that I want to be an apprentice, I want my third brother to be an apprentice." Benwei quickly explained: "He has also studied Lu You and graduated this year. Unfortunately, I can't go to Guitucheng. I don't want him to work at the dock. If you can guarantee him to be an apprentice, it would be great."

Handicraftsmen with skill are the middle-income class in this society. They make money by technology, neither relying on the weather like farmers, nor being criticized and contemptuous like merchants. They are the objects of envy of most pure manual workers.

But handicraftsmen are not just able to do it. In Venetta, associations from all walks of life have monopolized the access qualifications of all industries by paying a large amount of taxes since ancient times.

A person who only knows how to do carpenters cannot be a carpenter, and at most he can only make some furniture for his own home. Only formal members of the carpenter guild can publicly sell woodworking products and provide carpentry services to others.

The same is true for other industries.

In this way, handicraftsmen limit the number of people entering the market and avoid excessive competition. In fact, not only handicrafts, but also merchants do the same through business guilds.

If you want to become a formal member of the guild, you need to become an apprentice of a formal member first. After five to seven years of apprenticeship, you can automatically become a formal member of the guild with the tools given by your master when you become an apprentice.

The apprenticeship period is extremely difficult because many craftsmen have a very bad temper, advocate stick education, beat and scold them at any time, and the apprentice has no wages. However, this is a necessary path to entering a well-paid industry, and many people cannot afford it.

"Otherwise you go to my workshop too. The work at the dock is very harmful and you can't do it for the rest of your life." Winters was sincerely thinking about Benwei. Benwei is the same age as him and is 19 years old. It's not too late to be an apprentice at this age.

"I won't go." Benwei said with a faint smile: "The apprentice has no salary, and I still have a family. It's enough to have my younger brother as an apprentice. I'm just worried that this kid can't bear to be an apprentice."

"Don't worry, I'll ask Giovanni to take care of your brother." Winters remembered a serious matter: "By the way, I have something I want to ask you. You were there on the day the pier was sunk, right?"

“On there.”

"The person who exploded the trench was not a man in black robes, but was dressed like a dockworker. Do you have any impression?"
Chapter completed!