In fact, he was very grateful for the girl's help, but unfortunately he was not very good at speaking, and it seemed that he had angered the girl and she left, leaving only this sentence.

His lack of knowledge left him with little choice. He tried to imagine himself as a cold stone, without any emotion, fear, shame, or terror.

Slowly, slowly, my brain finally calmed down.

How can we rescue Gretel?

Fight, but you can't win. Find someone? It's hard to find them in a short time, and besides, others may not dare to stand up.

My thoughts seem to be stuck. Something is wrong. I need to change direction.

Just separate Gretel from them.

He turned and retreated back into the alley, running away carefully without making any noise. After he was some distance away, he started running at full speed.

The night wind whistled in his ears, his chest heaved violently, he gasped for breath, and headed towards that familiar direction.

After turning two streets and alleys, he rushed back to the brewery and kicked open the closed door. The old iron lock immediately broke and a small piece of the wooden frame was torn off.

Ignoring the speechless surprised employee on duty, he rushed over, picked up the lantern on the table, and began to search around.

Finally, the oil can in the corner came into his sight.

Holding the oil bottle in his arms, he prepared to rush into the workshop, where there were many empty barrels and wooden structures.

"What are you doing, Bud!" The worker on duty tried to stop him.

"Get out of here! Or I'll kill you!" Bud roared with a ferocious look on his face, shocking the hired worker.

After he entered, he poured oil on the wine barrel and other debris, then turned on the lantern and lit it with a candle.

Bang--

The flames began to spread, but he was dissatisfied that the flames were not burning fast enough, so he grabbed the gauze used for filtering and threw it on top. Then he pulled the gauze, causing the flames to spread quickly throughout the workshop.

The raging flames ignited. It was the dry season in autumn, and the fire spread very quickly.

As the scorching and suffocating heat wave came, the employee on duty did not dare to move forward and could only shout, alarming other people around.

Bud watched the flames rise, soaring more than ten feet high and illuminating the night sky, then he put down the burning fire cloth in his hand and turned and ran away.

Thick smoke rose along with the flames, and a pungent smell spread in the air. People startled by the shouting began to look over here. If the fire really started, not only this brewery, but also several nearby workshops would be in trouble.

Most of this area was the property of the Nisos family. They immediately sent people to wake up the employees living nearby, and several people rode on horses to report to the master and ask for help.

When Bud ran back, the people who tortured Gret also saw the fire. The sound of firefighting began to be heard not far away, and there was a lot of noise.

Seeing that many figures began to appear in the alley, Manda and the others did not dare to continue beating Gret openly.

"What should we do, boss? This is going to be difficult." One of the younger brothers asked as more and more people gathered around.

"Drag him into the house."