It was night when Bud jumped out of the wagon in his old leather jacket.
During the day he and a few hired employees went on deliveries, missed the payout, and didn't return to the distillery until then.
A leader of the winery gave him the part of the money that belonged to him, briefly explained why it was less than before, and then asked someone to bring the carriage in and prepare to close the door.
Bud was a little nervous. Why did the Nissos family always go back on their word, but there were not many people in the winery at this time, and he didn't know who to complain to.
"Have you seen Gretel?" he asked a familiar employee.
"No, it seems that I didn't see the money after I sent it in the afternoon." The employee recalled and said casually, then shook the contaminated dust on his clothes and prepared to go back.
Bud asked two more people, and they said they didn't know, because they were not familiar with these people at ordinary times, so Bud had to give up.
He guessed that with Gretel's character, he should be very angry.
Forget it, it's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. With this thought, he plans to go back to rest first. After all, he has been running for a day and his body is very tired.
"It's disgusting. I didn't expect those guys to stand with the Nissos family."
The employee and Bud were on the road just now, and while they were on the road, he started talking about what happened today.
Bud also thinks that those people probably took the money from the Nissos family, but as long as this kind of thing is not caught on the spot, what can they do, it is not necessary to work in the winery for a living.
Can't think of any clues, Bud can only continue to walk on the dark street. This is the workshop and warehouse gathering place of Hopelander. There are no tourists, and there are no lights on the roadside. Only the lively music from a distance can be heard. .
For some reason, he walked slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.
I'm a little worried about Gretel, because this friend's character is like that, and he can't tolerate sand and is more idealistic.
Let's go and see, it's not far anyway.
He turned around and walked to another intersection.
In the deep alley, it is very dark, and there is still a little water on the road. Fortunately, the ground is covered with a stone floor, so that it will not be all mud when you step on it.
These rough slates effectively prevent muddying, because the industry guild is still more concerned about the appearance of the city, and does not want to see mud rolling everywhere in the city, which is not only dirty, but also very troublesome to clean.
Bud walked quietly in the alley. He was familiar with this part of the road, and there were no obstacles.
Turn this alley to where Grete lives, which is not far from the winery.
There was dim light coming in outside the dark alley, and there were several people talking outside.
"Aren't you very digging, why are you being honest now?"
A gruff voice, familiar and disgusting, entered Bud's ears, followed by a dull thump and a hoarse whimper.
He walked cautiously to the corner of the alley and stuck his head out in the shadows.
Under the dim light, the door of Grete's hut was opened, and seven or eight people surrounded the open space outside the door, and the surroundings were quiet.
A man in the middle was kneeling on the ground, his hair pulled up and his body covered in blood and smudges. If it weren't for the familiar clothes, Bud wouldn't even recognize it as Gretel.
At this time, Gretel is no longer as handsome as he used to be. His face is full of blood, snot, mud, spit, and his feet are even a little unnaturally twisted. Some thought he was still alive.
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"You were very proud when you asked for money for that ugly monster before. Why don't you think about it, you will have today too."
Among the big men standing, the leader was Manda, the villain who robbed Bud of money before.
Some of them had sticks in their hands, others were carrying broken wine bottles with blood on them.
When Bud was about to rush out, one of the middle-aged men spoke up.
"If you want me to tell you, Gretel, you just don't know the seriousness, you can make a fuss once, and you want to do it a second time."
"Don't look at how much you have, now it's alright, Lord Felton is angry, and you won't use the winery in the future. Didn't you always say that the Nissos family is not good, and now I'm following you. willing."
"You..." The bloody Gretel wanted to say something, but unfortunately there was blood in his throat and he couldn't speak.
The middle-aged man under the light was one of the leaders of the strike with Gretel before, as were the few next to him.
Seeing this astonishing scene, Bud knew that Gretel was betrayed, his heart began to sink, and he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.
Yes, he didn't dare, everyone around Gretel betrayed him, how could he beat those strong men alone.
Fear spreads in his mind, and the scenes of being bullied and beaten in the past reappeared in his heart again. The laughter and sarcasm in those memories seemed to ring in his ears again. His legs were trembling, and his body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.
What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do! What should I do!
He squeezed the soil between the slate tightly with his fingers, his heart was full of anxiety and his mind was in chaos.
[If one day your heart is too uncomfortable to hold, you can imagine yourself as a stone without emotion, it will feel better. ]
For some reason, this sentence suddenly came to his mind.
Because of his ugliness, Bud was often looked down upon, and few people have shown special kindness to him since he was a child.
What impressed him deeply was the girl who helped him out of the siege at the restaurant, besides his good friend Grete.
In fact, he was very grateful for the girl's help, but unfortunately he didn't speak much, as if he was angry with others, he only left this sentence.
The lack of knowledge left him with few options, and he tried to imagine himself as a cold rock, without emotion, without fear, without shame, and without fear.
Slowly, slowly, the brain finally quieted down.
How can I save Gretel
Hit, but can't hit. Find someone? It is difficult to find in a short period of time, and other people may not dare to stand up.
Thinking seems to be stuck, no, we have to change direction.
Just separate Gretel from them.
He turned back to the alley, ran away carefully, without making a sound, and after leaving a distance, he started to run with all his strength.
The sound of the night wind whistled in his ears, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped heavily, heading in the familiar direction.
After turning two streets and alleys, he rushed back to the brewery and kicked the closed door open.
Regardless of the surprised, speechless employee on duty, he rushed over, picked up the lantern on the table, and rummaged around.
The oil can in the last corner came into view.
Holding the oiler in his arms, he was about to rush into the workshop, where there were many empty wine barrels and wooden structures.
"What are you doing, Bud!" The employee on duty tried to stop him.
"Go away! Or I'll kill you!" Bud roared with a grim face, shocking the hired worker.
After he went in, he poured oil on the barrels and debris, then turned on the lantern and lit it with candles.
boom-
The flames began to spread, and he felt that the burning was unpleasant. He grabbed the gauze next to him for filtering and threw it up, then pulled the fire cloth and quickly spread the flames throughout the workshop.
The monstrous flames ignited, and it was the dry season of autumn, and the fire expanded extremely fast.
As the scorching and suffocating heat wave came, the employees on duty did not dare to step forward, and could only shout, alarming other people around.
Bud watched the flames rise, rising more than ten meters high to illuminate the night sky, then put down the fire cloth ignited in his hand, and then turned and ran away.
Thick smoke rose along with the flames, and the choking smell spread in the air. People who were startled by the shouts began to look this way. If the fire really started, it would not only be the brewery, but also several nearby workshops. also bad.
Most of this area is the property of the Nissos family. They immediately sent people to wake up the employees who lived nearby, and a few people rode on horses to report to the main family for help.
When Bud ran back, the people who tortured Gretel also saw the fire, and the sound of firefighting began not far away, and it was noisy.
Seeing that many figures began to appear in the alley, Manda and the others did not dare to continue beating Gretel blatantly.
"What should I do, boss, it won't work." One of the younger brothers asked, more and more people around.
"Drag him into the house."