At the same time, the former owner of Bastille, His Excellency Borton, had just received the news that someone had snatched the way. The person who sent him the message was not someone else, but Clayton, a scavenger who escaped from Bastille overnight.

Sean and McGee made serious mistakes in their judgment of the scavenger Clayton. They only considered the previous style of Scavenger Clayton, but ignored one thing - the threat they posed to the scavenger Clayton.

Whether it was Sean's hand-in-hand or the outstanding performance of the Young Army, the scavenger Clayton felt a strong threat.

They also overlooked a key factor, and the Bastille was indelible for the reason why Clayton was able to survive.

Clayton's feelings for this city are far more complicated than ordinary Andes people. As a person whose conscience has not been completely lost, he hates some, but as an extremely selfish person, he does not want the city to disappear, thereby damaging his vested interests.

He responded to Sean's invitation based on this complex feeling, and he thought this time it was a childish and idealistic little fight.

In fact, before the capture of Bastille, not only the scavenger Clayton, but also the skull-breaker McGee also had this idea. As long as it could cause certain damage to the troops brought by Old Borton and make the other party feel distressed, it would be a brilliant victory. How dare you fantasize about uprooting Bastille?

This is something that Derick, who rose like a meteor, fell like a meteor more than ten years ago, had not done anything that Derick, who had the reputation of the King of Andes, had not done.

When Bastille was taken down overnight, people like McGee, who were determined to uproot the Bastille, were naturally ecstatic.

Clayton, a scavenger, was really stunned. He was completely confused and made a move. He first sent someone to provoke the red-eyed mountain slaves, and then felt that it was not safe, so he hurriedly took his own people out of the Bastille overnight.

When he entered the mountain and was blown by the wind, Clayton woke up from the dumb shock. Then he felt a sense of confusion. He didn't know what he should do and went back to the Eagle Mountain Nest?

It would be fine if Old Borton could severely damage Sean and McGee, the skull-breaker. If the latter wins, it would undoubtedly be a way out for death. Their names will be at their peak in the mountains, and it would be a matter of one word to destroy themselves.

If Clayton had absolutely confidence in Old Burton three days ago, but now, no matter how you look at it, the coalition of Sean and McGee has the upper hand.

But the hero is the hero. Clayton gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and appeared here. Whoever made him difficult for him would make him live or die.

"Your Excellency Clayton, this kind of joke is not funny." Old Botton's face was very normal, except for his gloomy eyes. "If you dare to spread this kind of disturbing the morale of the army, don't blame me for not caring about our friendship for so many years."

As an old fox who has been in a high position for many years and has been dealing with those intriguing nobles for many years, Old Botton doesn't even believe himself, so how could he easily believe outsiders' words, especially the fox-ridden genius like the scammer, which seems so ridiculous at first glance.

"Hisser Lord, do you think I'm joking?" Clayton, a scavenger, was also extremely depressed. He was first in his lifetime and was suspected of being ulterior motives by others. "We have been dealing with each other for a year or two. My Lord of the City should know that if the situation was not urgent, would I do such a risky thing?"

Old Botton's eyes flashed for a moment. Although he didn't talk, he was already starting to wonder in his heart.

Clayton, a scavenger, is famous for his life-threatening treatment. Although the two have all kinds of dirty deals in secret, most of them can be counted through spokespersons of both parties. If something really happens, they will push their spokesperson and pick them all up.

This is only on the one hand, and on the other hand, they did lose contact with Bastille. The contact officers who had originally had a wave of one wave of each morning and evening had not arrived on time for two days. The five waves of sentry sent out were all sank to the sea.

All signs indicate that something happened in his old nest, Bastille, but when it comes to falling, he didn't believe it.

Although he brought out most of the elites in Bastille this time, he left more than 1,500 elites in Bastille, and nearly 3,000 slave soldiers to help defend. The strange fox Klester is resourceful and has sufficient weapons and food. Even if he is besieged by tens of thousands of troops and defeated the other party, he dare not say that he can hold on for one or two months. They can only take five days to go out of the city and travel only three hundred miles. If such a large army is mobilized, they will not be unaware of it.

Bull Erikson said in a muffled voice: "I don't understand a little. Please ask Your Excellency Clayton to explain that Bastille is four hundred miles away from Eagle Mountain. In terms of location, we are closer. How did you learn that Bastille was captured? And he would come over to deliver the message in person at his own safety? Our friendship has not yet been so deep, right?"

"This..." Clayton, the scavenger, looked extremely embarrassed. He also knew that if he didn't take any real evidence, it would be difficult to win the trust of the other party. After hesitating for a long time, he pulled out a long scroll from his arms.

General Erikson stood up with his sword, and with just one step, he had already blocked the middle of Old Burton and Clayton.

"Calm down, general calm down." Clayton, the scavenger, hurriedly raised his hands and said, "General misunderstood, I just want to show you something to the Lord of the City."

"Erikson, don't be so impulsive. I have no deep hatred with Your Excellency Clayton, and it is not worth his life as a price to assassinate me." Old Borton was extremely calm from beginning to end. He was not old enough to have no power to tie a chicken.

"Affect the order." Old Bound can be so calm, but Bull Erikson is not. This is his duty. Even if he hears Old Bound's order, he just retreats behind him. His bull eyes stare coldly at the scavenger Clayton. As long as he shows any evil intentions, his sword will pierce his throat first.

Clayton, a scavenger, could only do his movements more carefully to prevent accidentally triggering the other party's sensitive nerves and applying such a sword to himself, which would be very unfair.

"Portrait of Countess Winterhark!?" Old Borton jumped up and rushed to the front of the scavenger Clayton. His always steady hands were shaking into sieve at this moment, and he trembled and took the scroll half-snatched from the opponent's hands.

Yes, it is indeed a portrait of Countess Winterhark, and it is also a genuine product. He is very familiar with every line on it, because before going to bed in Bastille Castle, he would take time to appreciate his collection. This painting is his favorite piece of these collections. This is something that should not appear here. It should be hung in Bastille's own study.

The fire was about to spurt out of old Borton's eyes, and he no longer had the calm before. His tone was raised by more than one scale: "How could it be in your hands."

Clayton, a scavenger, felt bitter in his mouth and cursed in his heart, what was this fucking thing? He has been in trouble since accepting Sean's invitation. If he had known such a lot of things, he would not have accepted Sean's invitation at the beginning.

But thinking about it seriously seems to be wrong. If I don’t accept Sean’s invitation, I’m afraid I’m still in the valley. When I notice it, I’m afraid the situation in the Andes Mountains has changed drastically and I’m even more passive by then.

Clayton felt that he was now trapped in a mud, and the more he struggled, the deeper he fell. If he didn't struggle, he would be waiting for death. It was just a matter of time.

Clayton was complaining about himself here, and Old Bolton's expression became increasingly ugly. If his eyes could kill people, he would have cut Clayton into pieces.

"I was at the scene when Bastille was captured. This painting was taken from a study in the inner castle. I think this is enough to prove that what I said before is true. If you don't believe it, there are other things in my place." Before Old Borton broke out, Clayton finally spoke again, but not only did the bull Erikson almost draw his sword, but even Old Borton wanted to draw his sword.

"Huhu! Huhu! Huhu!" Old Bodun squatted back, panting strangely, his face pale as snow in winter.

"Drink water, drink water, take a deep breath, take a deep breath." Bull Erikson didn't care about Clayton, a scavenger, hurriedly took out the water bag, poured old Botton several times, and then hammered his chest three times. Each time he was full of strength, Clayton felt pain when he heard it.

I don’t know if this weird treatment method has taken effect, or if Old Borton slowly recovered himself, his breathing has returned to stability, staring at the scavenger Clayton and said, “Bastil was really broken? Are you one of the culprits?”

"I was also plotted against me." Clayton hurriedly explained in detail the story from receiving Sean's invitation to his overnight escape.

In this process, the Spring and Autumn style is inevitable. He describes himself as a poor person who has been plotted against. After being deceived by Sean with his past kindness, he is completely outlawed and can only go with the flow. Until the Bastille falls, the situation is chaotic, and there is a loophole in the other party's rule, he regains his own people and escapes overnight.

As for those antiques such as scrolls, they were just tokens brought out to facilitate the gain of the trust of Old Borton.

As for whether Old Burton and Bull Erikson believe it or not, Clayton doesn't know, he believes it himself anyway.

Old Borton and Bull Erikson looked at each other. Even if they couldn't believe it, they had to believe that their old lair, Bastille, had been captured in the face of iron evidence.

The one who captured Bastille was neither an army of tens of thousands, nor his old rival, Maggie, the Skull Brokener. Instead, a young man who had not yet held the coming-of-age ceremony, led a mob of only two thousand people to capture the proud Bastille.

What they couldn't believe the most was that the whole thing was not planned in advance, but was built temporarily by using inconspicuous coincidences. If Bastille had not fallen, they would not be able to sit here and speak safely - it is very likely that the blood of being killed would flow into a river.

The whole thing looks like a fairy tale no matter how you look at it.
Chapter completed!