Chapter 15 Nobles and Treasures

　　When he returned home, still feeling ashamed of his fuss, Carlot quickly put a vat of hot water in and soaked it in. After lying in the water and thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.

　　When I came to the rental house here before, I heard the boss here say that he was leaving for a while, and now a new tenant showed up in a few days. Could it be that the boss made a deal out of town?

　　In the end, Carlott decisively gave up the idea of ​​going deeper. Now he didn't have so much free time to pay attention to other people's situations. He squinted in the bathtub for a while, waited for the water to cool down, and felt the tide in his body. His blood calmed down again, he got up and looked at the time and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

　　Wearing a bathrobe, he sat next to the heater and turned on the radio to listen to the latest news from Duras, but found that there seemed to be nothing useful, so he simply turned to a radio station that played music and took some beef from the side. I read a copy of the latest newspaper and planned to pass the time.

　　A large black-and-white photo of an old man was printed on the front of the newspaper. Carlott recognized this man. He was a nobleman living in the port of Duras. His rank was not high in the entire Principality of Flanders. But compared to civilians, it is still out of reach.

　　Because he took over most of the transportation at Duras Port, in order to facilitate the management of these industries, his manor was simply built in a better location at Duras Port. It is a residential area for some relatively high-status people in Port Duras. It can also be said to be a place where rich people gather.

　　The newspaper said that this old nobleman from the port of Duras seemed to have recently obtained a batch of very valuable things, which were transported by a merchant ship under him from the Milo area of ​​the Principality of Flanders. It also came with two merchant ships. Pictures, but I didn't say what was transported.

　　In the end, Carlot just regarded it as a ploy by boring newspapers to attract people's attention. After all, the treasures of nobles and their private lives would always attract a lot of attention. He was originally interested in this kind of news. I didn't have much idea, but after seeing a sentence mentioned in the newspaper, I specially marked that part with a pen next to it.

　　The above is a reporter's interview with the old nobleman. The reporter asked what exactly was transported, but the old nobleman said: "That is something that can make a person's bloodline stronger!"

　　The newspapers thought this was just a joke by the old nobles, but Carlott believed that whether it was true or not, he had to take action!

　　The next day, Carlott went to the garrison as usual. Although Sheriff Burke gave him a day off, there was really nothing to do at home. There was at least a gym in the garrison to kill time, and yesterday he was in What was done in that jungle was already known to most people in the garrison.

　　Although everyone thinks this kind of colleague who is willing to sacrifice himself for others is a bit silly, it does not prevent everyone from liking such a colleague, so basically everyone who saw him said hello to Carlott along the way. There were also several policewomen who were ogling him...

　　"Carlot, why are you here? I didn't let anyone inform you yesterday that you can have a day off today? This is a holiday I specially approved for you. Why don't you enjoy it?"

　　"Hey, I'm really bored at home, so I plan to go to the gym at the garrison to kill some time."

　　Sheriff Burke, who came out of the office, was a little confused when he saw Carlott, but after hearing his explanation, his face still showed a true expression. Carlott likes to exercise, and everyone here at the guard station knows now. It's a matter of fact. This man who broke seven or eight sandbags is now the representative of strength in the garrison!

　　In fact, Carrot is aware of some rumors among his colleagues. He also understands that there must be a lot of such words, but he doesn't mind. Rumors are not always bad sometimes, as long as you have a certain degree of control, it is strong and powerful. It's not a particularly strange thing. There are many people in this world who are naturally strong. Besides, if a person with his physique looks weak, it will be more eye-catching, right?

　　There was heating in the gym, so after entering, Carrot went to the locker room and changed into a light black training suit. He only greeted a few people as soon as he entered, and several police officers who were in the sandbag area immediately came to He gave up his position and went to some equipment nearby.

　　It's not that Carlott is overbearing. It's not his style to drive others away when punching sandbags. You must know that Carlott has created a quite amiable character in front of his colleagues, just because they feel that in this sandbag terminator It seems a little awkward to punch a sandbag in front of me...

　　"Mary, that man is very strong, isn't he? I think those who were hitting the sandbags just now walked away when they saw him passing by."

　　On a boxing ring at the back of the gym, the policewoman who met Cairot yesterday was practicing boxing with another policewoman. She still had some impressions of Cairot yesterday, so when she saw the situation there, She couldn't help but stop and ask the colleague next to her who she had just met.

　　"Are you talking about Carlott? He is very nice. Even though he looks so strong, he is actually very talkative and usually a bit silly. In short, he is a very easy to get along with. What, Angelina? Are you interested in him? Indeed...his physique, hehehehe..."

　　Mary, who was in good shape, had already begun to fantasize about some kind of scene that was inappropriate for children, while Angelina looked at Carlott in confusion. The look on the man's face when he fired the gun yesterday was not like the ones she had just seen. Colleagues are so gentle when greeting...

　　"I saw him yesterday. I owe him a favor. I went over to say hello."

　　Picking up the towel next to the ring, Angelina bent down and walked out of the ring. With her tall figure of over 1.7 meters and her hot body, she attracted whistles from many male police officers along the way, but Angelina It seemed that he was used to this kind of scene. Halfway through, he turned around and gave those who whistled the loudest a big middle finger. The result was another louder whistle...

　　"Hello, my name is Angelina Forlan, you can call me Angelina. Thank you very much for helping me yesterday."

　　After getting close to Carlott, Angelina understood why Mary had that expression. It had to be said that the man in front of her had muscles like a knife and an axe, coupled with the extreme power of muscle contraction and expansion when punching a sandbag, it was easy to Arouse women's favor.

　　"Carlot... Just call me Carlot. Why are you here? Aren't you here to do some work at the garrison? Judging from your current state, you must have just exercised."

　　Hearing someone talking next to him, Carlott looked away from the sandbag. He was slightly shocked when he saw Angelina next to him, but it only lasted a few seconds. He was even more curious now. It's the way she introduces herself and why she's here.