Beautiful cannon fodder does not want to show up [Quick Transmigration]

"windy!"

Harlan seemed to see a gray-black shadow falling, and the hair swaying in the wind tickled his cheeks slightly.The environment here is really dim, and some light will not come out until the attic, and he is not sure if he has read it wrong.

"The Lord said, let's talk about unimportant things later."

Father Eric did not stop, but still walked up steadily. His pure white priest robe was shaking slightly, and there was a special faint fragrance floating in the air, giving him a sense of simplicity and holiness.

Harlan was worried about the safety of the beauty in the attic, so he let go of his pursuit. He breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to the stone door of the attic in three steps at a time, a little faster than the priest.

"Mr. Qiao Yu, are you okay?"

Harlan stood leaning against the door.It was obviously brighter here, and he didn't want the priest to see the beauty's face that was enough to tempt the gods, so he didn't sit and talk next to the gap in the stone gate like before.

"I'm fine, Mr. Harlan."

Outside the door, Qiao Yu could hear the footsteps of the two without covering them up. He suppressed the thought of asking, and replied cautiously.

"The Lord said that honesty is the most basic virtue of human beings, and those who have no virtue will fall into hell."

In just a few words, Father Eric was convinced that the person speaking in the attic was a man, with an overly pleasant voice, suitable for singing hymns—obviously, pretending to be a woman and marrying Dalton is not allowed by the church .

This marriage is void!

"May I ask, sir, are you really the well-known Mrs. Frank?"

"The Lord said that a lie will eventually be exposed."

Facing the cold stone door of the attic, Father Eric asked. Even though he encountered such a novel and ridiculous thing, his face still had a faint sense of compassion, and his sky blue eyes were like a legendary god. Compassionate to all without discrimination.

Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, the first person outside must be someone from the church!

Qiao Yu understood the other party's warning to tell the truth, and didn't add any embellishments, so she said succinctly, "If the Mrs. Frank you're talking about refers to the woman who married Dalton four years ago and was locked up in the attic on the wedding day If you're someone, obviously, I am!"

"I get it! The Lord says that injustice is cast aside! I will help you."

Father Eric said bluntly, but he alone could not declare the nobleman's marriage invalid. This required two noblemen with sufficient status to accompany Dalton and Qiao Yu to the nearest church.

Two nobles?

I can count myself one, and when my followers arrive...well, so can that boy Vic.

Very good, more than half of the success!Perhaps it will take less than three days, and the beauty will be able to be freed tomorrow!

Harlan was delighted that his flaming red hair was even more shiny and full of luster, and his face, which had been used to prudence since he was a child, finally had the unique vigor of youth and a shy expression of anticipation for the bright future.

The priest had no desire to chat with strangers, and now that the purpose of coming here had been achieved, he bid farewell to Harlan and went back to prepare some materials and basis for declaring the marriage of the nobleman invalid.

Harlan escorted the priest away from the dark steps, and after turning around a few times, he returned to the attic.

This time he was alone, and Harlan immediately rushed to the gap in the stone gate, sat on the ground full of longing, and looked at the stone in the gap while calling the beauty's name.

The one inside was his sweetheart, without permission, Harlan didn't want to offend casually, his eyes just looked at the rough stone door gap, tracing the messy lines.

Suddenly, an abnormally refracted gleam entered Harlan's eyes, which instantly set off the alarm in his heart.

what? !

He stretched out his fingers, tried to pick up a small handful of brightly colored "shimmers" and looked at them in the palm of his hand-this color and texture, and there are white scratches on the stone... These are gemstone chips!

Harlan could almost imagine the scene: some invisible man wearing embroidered gem costumes greedily stretched out his arms into the attic when no one was around, trying to catch the ecstasy inside. beauty.

Suddenly, the man was startled—perhaps awakened by his own and the priest's footsteps.The man hastily withdrew his arm and left, ignoring his clothes that were severely scratched by the stone.

"Why don't you guess it's a woman?"

Qiao Yu asked curiously.

Detective Harlan, who intends to show off his ability in front of his sweetheart, laughed, tried to put his hand in the gap, and while shaking it, he said: "Which woman has such thick arms?! And their clothes are even If it is accidentally scratched, the strength will not make the gem shatter so thoroughly."

Although a banquet was being held in the castle these days, and there were many luxuriously dressed guests, the only man who could afford to use this kind of gem on his clothes was Dalton!

Only the host can do this... no, no!

Dalton has just been here, so he will agree to dissolve the invalid marriage with the beauty? !

Think about it with a frog's brain, you know it's impossible!Harlan felt that no one could escape the boundless charm of beauty!With just one face, a beauty can capture the sincerity of the hardest-hearted person.

I have to prepare in advance, prepare for Dalton to block!

Harlan didn't reveal his follow-up speculation, which would only increase the psychological burden on the beauty in vain.

When the servants of the manor found Detective Harlan with a few tall and strong followers, he had been sitting outside the attic for a long time, chatting happily with the beauty, and drawing the overall internal structure of the castle from memory , the size is not bad, and several escape routes are planned just in case.

"Good day, Hall of Harun... sir!"

After the servant left, the followers greeted him one after another.They subconsciously said "Your Highness", and then remembered that this was not in the capital, so they changed their address to "Sir", which the prince strongly requested.

Harun put away the drawing book and looked at his four followers.

Standing at the front were two knights who acted as military forces, Vic and Sean, two deviant nobles who had inherited the title of baron.The one behind is Hook, a chef with a strong load-bearing ability, and Garman, a physician who is in charge of simple treatments.What they have in common is that Kong Wu is powerful, otherwise they would not be able to withstand the ups and downs of traveling with him.

Because they cracked a case of embezzlement of family property, they were hunted down and fled in all directions. It was not until they left the small town that they gained precious safety.

Harlan was also separated from his followers during the chase, and rode alone to Frank's manor for the night.If he hadn't seen them again, Harun, who was dazzled by his first love, almost forgot to write a letter to the king of the capital—his brother, and send someone to the town to wipe out the bandits.

"Good day, my dear friends!"

Harlan greeted his friends and followers, looked at the first wooden box carried by Chef Hook, and thought of something.

"Wow, my dear Mr. Hook, are my lovely little ones still in the wooden box?"

"Of course, Mr. Harlan! They're all intact."

"Thank you, my lovely friend!"

Harlan wanted to throw a celebration party for Hook!He thought he would lose most of his special tools.

"Dear Mr. Qiao Yu, I have good news for you! My loyal friends have brought us practical tools, and soon, I will be able to perform an interesting show for you!"

"A play? Is it a shadow play?"

Qiao Yu was very curious, what kind of drama could be staged through such a small gap?When he was a child, his mother from the East once said that there is a kind of shadow puppetry performed with dexterous fingers, voice and props in the world.

However, he had never heard of Detective Harlan's special acting skills in his previous life.

Harlan was very tight-lipped, just telling the beauties to stay tuned.He dug out the easy-to-shape soft clay from the tool wooden box, lit the heating tobacco and baked it, carefully stuffed it into the clumsy and heavy iron lock on the stone door, and then continued to bake and shape it until it was ironed. The lock didn't stop until it turned red.

As soon as the ice water made of saltpeter was poured, a white mist was stirred up on the iron lock.

When the iron lock was completely cooled to the point where it was not hot to the touch, Harlan twisted the thick piece of mud exposed next to the iron lock and turned it gently—there was a tooth-piercing creaking sound, and finally, after a click, the iron lock was released. opened!