Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 15

2021-12-23

Chapter 15 Emergencies (Part 1)

"Your culture class grades are so good, you won't Sent overseas." Winters was really not reconciled.

"I applied for overseas dispatch myself." Bard was surprised and calm.

"What!" Winters stood up abruptly, staring at Bud, wondering why his best friend would take the initiative to die.

Thousands of words in my heart came together into one word: "Why?"

"It's okay, overseas dispatch is not as bad as you think." Bud patted the stone bench: "You sit , listen to me tell you slowly."

"You know what's going on at my house." Bud said at a moderate pace.

Winters gently nods.

It's a sensitive subject, so Winters never talks about it, but he knows that Bud's parents are tenants of the monastery.

"My parents are both tenant farmers. They are hardworking and devout good people. Pulling me up, they really work hard." Bud's expression was soft and solemn.

"I know." Winters sighed.

The standard for evaluating people should not be the amount of property - but this is nothing serious.

"Everyone else was going around giving gifts and begging, but I didn't go. Not because I didn't want to go, but because I didn't have the money to clear up the relationship and manage things up and down." Bud was calm and cruel.

There is no resentment in his tone: "It's not my parents' fault that I don't have money; it's not someone else's fault that I have money to give gifts. The reality is this, although I am dissatisfied, I can only accept it. So I go Overseas is the inevitable result."

"Even if you can't stay in the United Provinces, you should give it a try! Go to other republics." Winters is painful and helpless: "Overseas dispatch is a dead end! In Veneta, Some people would rather go to jail than go overseas. The distribution of whereabouts is not just about money!"

"I'm not better than others to the extent that you can ignore money, and I'm not a sorcerer." Bud continued to open the door sternly Scar: "Actually, even if there are students who spend money to operate, many people will still be dispatched overseas. Even more how is it me? Someone has to go."

"There is always a chance, don't Accept your fate!" Winters seemed to be begging, and he even crossed the red line: "I will lend you the money."

"I am not accepting my fate, but I am fighting against my destiny. From the moment I walked out of the monastery, I was with my destiny. Confrontation, and this time I don't want to wait for others to judge my fate." Bud resolutely and decisively said: "I don't have the freedom not to go overseas, I admit it. But I at least have the freedom to go overseas."

"After all, overseas dispatch is also divided into many places." Bud lightly laughed, and returned to the pace of speaking at a moderate pace: "If I have a silver lining, then in the end I can only Go to the worst place overseas. I volunteered to go overseas, at least I can choose."

Under the faint firelight of the moon and the pipe, Bud's expression was calm and determined.

Bud has his reasons, but it's just too cruel. But Bud was right again, he chose the best solution among the worst outcomes.

Winters' chest was tight, and there was an indescribable sense of anger and powerlessness.

He fell on the stone table, and swallowed thousands of words to his lips.

Does it make sense to scold those employees who take bribes for personal gain?
Is it useful to scold those students who ask for gifts?
Bud had to go overseas eventually. Winters' thousand words turned into a sigh.

“Don’t feel bad for me, I’m quite satisfied to go from being a servant in the monastery to being an officer in the Military Academy.” Bud described the future life of an expatriate officer lightly and cheerfully: “Going overseas is also a good thing. I heard that the salary of overseas dispatch is three times that of staying in the mainland. I can’t even afford a military uniform in the federal province. When I go outside, I can at least help my parents to redeem the land.”

Bud The more he talked, the sadder Winters became.

He let out a loud roar, awakening several hospital dogs in the nearby houses.

The dogs barked one after another.

Bud patted Winters on the leg, signaling his friend that he understood everything.

The two fell into silence again, except for the barking of insects and dogs, all they could hear was the sound of Bud's smoking.

After a while, footsteps approached nearby.

A playful voice reached Winters' ears.

"Okay, you two, don't patrol the night watch well, hide here to smoke? Are you yelling and screaming just now?"

In the darkness, one after the other walked out of the other two. An officer and student carrying a long halberd, the man in front muttered as he walked: "What are you screaming for at night? Come, come, and help me make a fire..."

In another The two second-year officers who were on duty at the gate were patrolling nearby and heard someone shouting, and they saw fire and light again. So I came over to find out, and by the way, I wanted to make a fire.

When they walked up to Winters and Bard and saw the three bars on the sleeves of Bardscha's uniform, they realized that the two Seniors were hiding here smoking.

The structure of the military academy is to imitate the structure of the army, and the class system of the army is also the class system of the military academy. The two second-year junior brothers who bumped into the Senior apologized, "I'm sorry, monitor. I'm really sorry! We didn't know you were patrolling."

Winters was in a bad mood and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

But Bud waved at them graciously, not only did not teach them a lesson, but also helped them light a cigarette on the fire.

But Bud's cigarettes were almost exhausted, and he couldn't light the tobacco leaves in the two-man bowl.

Winters let out a long sigh and reluctantly took Junior Brother's pipe from Bud.

Two consecutive ignition spells, he is already familiar with this task.

The two Junior Brothers probably never enjoyed the sorcerer's magic ignition in their entire lives, their eyes widened.

"Let's go." Winters shoved his pipe into Junior Brother's hand grumpily.

The two Junior Brothers thanked each other and hurriedly ran away.

The two of them were also muttering in their hearts: I don't know what's wrong with these two third-grade monitor. If you don't sleep well in the duty room, why are you running out to patrol?

As the Junior Brothers walked away, Bud put away his pipe.

He got up and straightened his clothes. Says to Winters, "Come on, let's go for a few more laps, don't be laughed at by Junior Brother, we're just lazy."

Winters lay on the stone table with his legs dangling in the air. He was not in the mood to patrol: "Sit for a while, and go back to the duty room to sleep. Anyway, the last night, escape from the post."

"Then you rest here first." Reluctantly, he wanted to take a final look at the school: "The last shift, and I won't have a chance to go back to the school to work at night. I'll go around a few more times, and I'll come back to you later."

Finished , Bud carried the long halberd away, his footsteps getting farther and farther.

Winters said nothing.

He is now being reeled by the fact that Bud is about to be dispatched overseas. For the first time, I felt that I might never be able to meet my best friend again in my life after tomorrow.

He lay on his back on the stone table, listening to the insects around him, his mind was empty.

After a while, Bud's footsteps came back.

Winters doesn't feel like staying here alone when he hears Bud's return - let's go for a couple more laps with Bud.

So he sat up straight from the stone table and asked with a smile, "How do you..."

Wait! It's not Bud!
(End of this chapter)