book of old days

Chapter 28 Decoy
Sean watched the drunk man swaying towards the distance, and suddenly a bold idea popped up in his heart.

He followed the drunk man towards the depths of the harbour, and bought a loaf of bread at a roadside bakery, but his eyes never deviated.

He passed the stinking fish market, sailors and merchants, whores and tax collectors.

All the way to the door of an abandoned warehouse, this abandoned building was full of homeless people and beggars, and the solid ground of the warehouse gave them a dry place to live.

Sean's eyes swept over the group of homeless people, and those homeless people looked at the bread in his hand. At this time, a person in the corner caught his attention.

Compared with other homeless people, although this person looks desolate, he still maintains a part of his appearance. His black hair is combed as much as possible, and his clothes are not so dirty that he doesn't look like a human being. Keeping a distance from other homeless people, sitting quietly in a corner, thinking about something in his eyes, this shows that he has not completely lost his faith in life.

Sean looked around for a moment, and he had already determined the target he was looking for.

He broke off a piece of bread, and threw the remaining large piece to the tramps, who immediately fought over the bread.

The black-haired man hesitated for a moment, and a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but he didn't make a move after all.

But Sean walked over and handed over a small piece of bread in his hand. The man glanced at Sean, took it and gnawed it expressionlessly.

"how is the taste?"

The black-haired man remained expressionless, "If I could choose, I'd rather have a glass of wine."

"Hehe, alcohol is not the way to relieve your sorrow. If you drink too much, you will lose yourself. Look at those people, that is the end of losing yourself. You have to plan for the future. You don't plan to die here, do you? "

"Future? It's useless, I have nothing." The man said sadly.

"No, as long as you are alive, there is hope. Maybe one day you will suddenly meet a kind person." Sean turned into a chicken soup expert at this time, gently persuading him.

The man suddenly became vigilant, "Who are you, why are you telling me this?"

"You just treat me as a kind person. Come on, let's talk about a business. I can treat you to dinner. Even if the business fails, you can at least have a full meal."

The man looked at Sean suspiciously, but couldn't bear the temptation of food after all, and followed Sean to a fish chowder stall on a nearby street.

This stew of minced fish, potatoes, peas, onions, and other miscellaneous things is probably the most common snack in Port Houghton.

The unsalable seafood that is afraid of stink probably became a part of the cauldron, and it only cost a few copper pennies to buy a large bowl full of it. It was the favorite food of low-ranking sailors and porters.

It's not delicious, but at least it's warm and nutritious.

Xiao En asked the man for a bowl of porridge with fish and meat offal, and he ordered a glass of beer. He spent all his time watching the man gobble up the food in the bowl, even refilling the bowl clean.

It seemed that he had eaten enough, and the man's face recovered a bit.

"So, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Uh, why do you say that?"

"If I've learned anything from my business experience over the years, it's that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Let me just say that I'm not very good at fighting, and I'm not good at killing people. If I'm stealing—hehe, if I have If you have this ability, you have already done it yourself, so if you came to me to do this, you may be disappointed."

Sean smiled, this man is quite interesting.

"What's your name?"

"Blake Pullman."

"Then Mr. Pullman, please don't worry. I'm not that boring. I'm not looking for you to do something bad. In fact, I want to give you a chance to start again. You used to be a businessman?"

"The owner of the Brave William occasionally brings goods on board and does some small business. Three months ago, I saw the opportunity to buy a large amount of cotton and woolen fabrics. I also mortgaged the property and borrowed a large amount of money for this. As a result, the ship sank. It's gone, it's all gone..."

"It's a sad story. Maybe a hundred pounds can give you a chance to start your life again."

Blake looked at Sean vigilantly, with disbelief on his face, but with some expectations and doubts: "You want to give me so much money?"

"Of course, I need you to do me a little favor. Don't ask why, and don't inquire. You just do what I say. A hundred gold pounds will be yours. I think this money is enough for you to go abroad and start Let’s start a new life, or you plan to go back to that abandoned house and wait for the port guard to come and take you to work in the mine one day.”

Blake agreed with little hesitation.

"What do you need me to do?"

"There's no rush for this, let's change your image first.

Half an hour later, the two walked out of a barber shop.

By this time Blake was completely refreshed, showered, haircut, and dressed in Sean's spare double-breasted suit, looking like a tourist.

Sean looked at Blake's middle-parted hairstyle with satisfaction. The barber's technique was good, and it was exactly the same as his hairstyle.

He handed over his flat hat and watched Blake put it on, looking even more like him.

He took out the ferry ticket he had bought just now.

"Your task is very simple. Take this ticket and board the boat in the afternoon. You must call yourself Professor Sean on the boat until you arrive at the local port where Faris leaves. If you can, you can continue to use this identity For a while, until you feel the need to switch back to your old identity."

He took out a set of false documents from his pocket and handed them to the other party, "This is your identity document."

The anti-counterfeiting technology of documents in this era is not very good, but the forgery technology is also not good. Just such a set cost him 20 gold pounds, but it was enough to distinguish the real one from the real one.

"Professor Sean? A disguise? So I'm a decoy?"

Sean didn't lie either, "That's right."

"Then what am I hiding from?"

"I don't know, I may have gotten into some trouble, maybe no one is chasing me at all, just for the sake of caution, I am a very cautious person, if someone really finds you in the future, you can tell the truth about what happened today Things, if not, then consider yourself lucky."

Blake nodded, "No problem, I'll take care of everything." He paused for a moment, showing his emotions for the first time, "I know you're using me for something, but anyway , thank you very much for your help.”

An hour later, Sean also heaved a sigh of relief watching Blake board the boat.

If someone traces his whereabouts, if someone uses the official channels, then they will find that Professor Sean Forrester went all the way south and took a merchant ship from Port Houghton to Faris, which may attract people in France. Reese wandered around a few times, and it would be better if Black could go further, but in any case, by the time they found out that they had found the wrong place, they would have already hid in a certain ravine in Nordland.

But it's not enough to lay out the bait, he also needs to disguise himself.

He walked into the clothing store, bought an outfit, then he got a wild new hairstyle in the barber shop, bought some cosmetics, and spent half an hour in the hotel, when Sean came out again, It has completely changed.

He was wearing a thick fur coat, his hair was oiled and combed into a big back, he smeared tea oil on his face to make his complexion look dark, like a mountain man, and he had a mustache Putting it on and looking in the mirror, he looked like a fur trader, almost completely unrecognizable.

Sean took out the new certificate he had prepared for himself——John Smith, a fur trader traveling between Nord and Bran. This was the new identity he had prepared for himself. train.

(End of this chapter)