Looking for us?

Both of them were somewhat puzzled, but Dingle smiled and said, "Smith, call him over. I brought him something he really needs."

"Of course, you definitely need it too."

Upon hearing this, Huffman sighed: "Smaid, oh, that poor fellow has recently encountered some misfortune."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dingle's smile froze, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Pokel sighed and said, "Colonel, let's talk over there." He pointed to a bench nearby.

"What exactly is it?" Dingle followed the two men, and just as they reached the bench, Pokel suddenly chuckled softly:

He was shot.

Upon hearing this, Dingle's heart tightened, and he looked at Pokel's smile with astonishment: "Are you kidding me?"

Huffman, standing nearby, patted the armrest of the bench, gesturing for Dingle to sit down, and said, "Colonel, Smythe really did take a bullet."

"However, although he was shot, it wasn't serious, well... I wouldn't say that, it was probably quite serious."

Dingle was completely bewildered, but Pokel pulled him down to sit and continued:

"Colonel, don't be too nervous. Let me explain in detail."

"Smith did get shot, and the bullet hit him right in the buttock. It's hard to say whether it was lucky or unlucky. If he hadn't had a lot of flesh on his buttocks, or if the bullet had hit somewhere else, he might have died."

"Anyway, he survived and his injuries were minor, but as you know, it was his butt that was hurt...hehe," Pokel said with a meaningful smile.

Hearing this explanation, Dingle felt relieved, but still frowned.

"But why was he shot?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huffman sat down next to Dingle, crossed his arms, and sighed:

"Wasn't it because of the riots that happened in St. Marienplatz that day, the day of... Von Palen's last speech?"

“We all went, but who knew that something like that would happen later? Bullets were flying everywhere, and the three of us were separated.”

As Huffman was speaking, Pokel shook his head and chimed in, "Speaking of which, we have to thank Smed. Actually, we were planning to go to St. Marien Square early that morning so we could get a good spot in the center of the square."

“It’s just that Smed went to bed too late the night before, and it took us a long time to wake him up in the morning. He wasted a lot of time by dawdling, which caused us to leave late.”

"When we got close to the square, we saw a lot of people ahead of us, and we were all ready to squeeze in. But somehow Smed started talking to a young girl in our group. You know, he's a chatterbox, very outgoing, and always likes to chat with people."

"The little girl came alone; she wanted to participate in the gathering."

At this point, Pockleton paused, then his tone turned serious, and he said:

Smed agreed to her request and promised to take her into the square with him.