Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 261

2021-02-27

Chapter 261 Church
This is the morning of Winters' fourth day back in Wolf Town, and a week early morning of the day.

Winters walks comfortably around town, picking up a nail or two from the scorched earth every now and then.

People who were going to Mass saw the resident officer and waved hello from a distance, and Winters also said hello to the villagers.

In the early years, when the village was established as a town, in addition to the town hall, there was only a church in the center of Wolf Town—to be precise, there was a church before the town center.

The overwhelming majority of the people of Wolf Town live by farming, with only a few handicrafts scattered in each village.

Gillard did everything he could to make Wolftown look what Winters first saw.

For example, the blacksmith workshop - Girard poured Misha unconscious several times before successfully persuading the Old Brother to move the workshop from the village of Dusa to the center of the town.

destiny plays with people, the people of Wolf Town have been on the road for thirty years, and they have been completely destroyed by a round of military disasters.

Fortunately, Winters came back here and rebuilt her with his own hands.

Next, another round of military disasters, and Winters' hard work was also burned...

But the proverb says it well: [Don't spit into the well, one day you will drink water to the well].

At present, the main people responsible for "Two Ruining Wolf Town" are weaving baskets to make atonement in the labor camp, and this town that Winters loves has been revived with vitality again.

The cold forge burst into flames, and the crisp sound of ding ding dong dong came from the blacksmith shop. The key components and blueprint are still there, so the sawmill is back in production soon.

The prison rises from the rubble of the barracks—the flat ground that has been rammed down makes no sense.

Samukin learns what Winters does, and he does it well.

It's just that Father Kaman may be a little unhappy, because his church has just been rebuilt, and it has been burned down again.

It stands to reason that it's okay to burn it, just recreate it. There are tools, hands, and wood in Wolf Town, and it's just a matter of burning them down to make something more beautiful.

The problem is that Kaman is a duly ordained old cleric, and Samukin...Samukin is Protestant.

So Samukin was able to assess the importance of the wolf sect protecting hall with an objective and calm attitude - no doubt at the bottom of the rebuilding list, with occasional cuts in the queue.

Samukin built a shed with no walls for Father Kaman, which was a temporary place for the old believers to hold ceremony.

Kaman did not come to Winters to discuss the matter, and Winters did not apologize or explain to Kaman.

On the first day back in Wolfstown, Winters sent someone to escort the potter Sean brother to Gervadin. For the remaining days, he spent most of his time at Mitchell Manor.

Kaman ignores Winters, but Mrs. Mitchell is glad that Winters is back.

Winters chats with Mrs. Mitchell, mainly about Pierre and Scarlett: Pierre's experience on wasteland? What has Scarlett been up to lately?
From time to time, I also talk about the recent situation of some provinces and Veneta, as well as interesting anecdotes and customs of the Tanilla Islands.

When Winters and Kaman first met, Kaman had a gentle smile on his mouth all the year round, but Winters always looked impatient and didn't bother to pay attention to the former.

Nowadays, the relationship between the two is completely reversed: Carman is so anxious every time he sees Winters that he looks grumpy; Winters smiles and takes the initiative to say hello to the priest.

But "follow me to Gervodin" was never mentioned by Winters.

A bell rang from the old church site, announcing that ceremony was about to begin.

Winters heard the bell and walked back to the labor camp, with Samukin waiting at the door.

“Are the captives finished?” Winters asked with a smile.

"It's all ready." Samukin saluted.

"That's right." Winters handed Samukin the nail in his hand: "This is still usable, why not recycle it?"

Samukin didn't know whether to cry or laugh, rummaging through blood wolf soil for a long time, daring to pick up junk.

Samukin suppressed his smile and replied seriously: "Yes, I'll arrange for someone to pick it up."

"Forget it." Winters sighed: "I found a In the morning, I should have found them all."

On the other side, Father Kaman saw that the believers had almost arrived and started to preside over the ceremony.

Kaman wears long white clothed inside and dark green velvet embroidered sacrificial shawl on the outside. The holy belt goes around the neck and hangs on the chest, which is sacred and solemn.

He bowed and was about to speak when he saw Winters happily walk into the "teaching shed".

Kaman took a deep breath and continued to preside over the ceremony.

Next moment, the words he hadn't spoken were choked back in his throat by the chant of "Right! Left! Right...".

The prisoners came out of the labor camp in columns, row after row, like a long snake moving towards the new church site. They walked all the way to the outside of the wooden shed and took their seats one by one under the guidance of the guards' passwords.

The old believers in Wolf Town didn't know why, and some even lost one's head out of fear and looked around.

No matter how good Kaman's cultivation is, he can't stand it any longer.

He walked up to Winters angrily, and gnashing teeth asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

Winters was sitting in the first row of the humble teaching shed, dignified answering : "Want Mass."

"You're a magician, you want a fart!" Kaman's face flushed.

"Keep your voice down." Winters reproached: "It's not good for believers to hear how much you swear."

"Winters · Montagne! You think you're magician, I can't deal with it. You! Isn't it?" Kaman gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his cheeks were twitching: "You think you can challenge my tolerance limit again and again, don't you?"

"It's not because I am sorcerer." Winters put his hand around Kaman's shoulder: "It's because we are friends."

Kaman fiercely knocked off Winters' arm: "I'm not your friend!"

"But I'm your friend!" Winters tried to put on his most sincere smile.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kaman was almost mad.

"You really want to know?"

"Speak!"

"I'm going to pardon most of the prisoners in the labor camp." Before the pardon, I want them to listen to a Mass and give them some religious advice, so they don't do bad things in the future."

"That's all?" Kaman was like being poured a bucket of cold water.

"That's all."

"That's all?"

"That's all." Winters told the truth: "Bring the prisoners, absolutely There is no second purpose."

Kaman sneered, turned around, and returned to the altar in doubt.

Having hosted the previous ceremony, it was finally time for the sermon. Carman sighed, put down the prepared speech, and began to tell the faithful about "the call of St. Matthew".

"[I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance]..." In response to today's emergencies, Kaman wrote about new life, repentance and salvation.

The green sacrificial shawl he wears also means "hope and new life".

Winters listened and watched carefully. But he is not listening to the content, but to the sound; he is not looking at the altar, but the look of Kaman.

The shed with no walls on all sides had poor sound-retaining effect, and the prisoners sat outside the shed again, until they were tens of meters away.

Kaman had to preach in a loud voice for the believers in the back row to hear.

The voice of Kaman's sermon was indeed loud and clear, sacred and solemn, and even the prisoner sitting at the end was listening carefully.

But as a senior speaker, Winters is sure that this level of voice is not something that can be easily produced by human beings, at least it has to be flushed, hoarse, and hoarse.

From this, Winters judged that Kaman must be preaching using a dive technique similar to [amplification]; or conversely, the dive technique can also achieve the effect of [amplification].

Winters even wanted to jot down the discovery on the spot, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to reach for the notebook with his right hand.

In this way, ceremony went smoothly.

While leading Saint Physique, Winters also smiled and walked to the altar, not evading the way he had done in the past.

Winters thought it through now - there's no need to deliberately act as a sorcerer, that would be the end of the line; he should eat the he he, and he should eat the biscuits for nothing.

It was Carman. When he saw Winters come to take communion, he deliberately took out a piece of bread that had not been consecrated to Winters, and did not drink "Holy Blood" for Winters. Winters felt unfair to dismiss Winters casually.

After the ceremony, Winters had the captives lined up in the clearing, while the cultists of Wolftown watched from a short distance away.

Plato has a tradition of using prisoners of war as slaves - the slave system is actually not worthy of being called a tradition, and all the ancient countries recorded in the epic had slaves. It's just that when others abandoned the slave system little by little, the Platoons continued it.

From a practical point of view, it is understandable that the Platoons took the Hurds as slaves. They want to weaken the Heard tribes, and they can't "relocate the barbarians to the inside", so killing men alone is meaningless, women and children are the key.

But the Paratus were equally ruthless when it came to attacking the Paratus. In the past, the Palatine nobles fought private wars, and prisoners of war who had no money to redeem themselves were either serfs or sold overseas. Before the wool textile industry flourished, slaves were the main export commodity of Parato.

So the Winters captives were reluctant, but they accepted the forced labor situation to some extent - after all, it wasn't too bad that they weren't sold overseas.

Seeing that all the prisoners who were about to be pardoned had arrived, Winters stood on the platform made of carriage and asked them loudly, "Do you deny me?"

His eyes swept across Passing the crowd, the prisoners bowed their heads, no one dared to look at each other, and no one dared to answer.

Who doesn't know the blood wolf? It was the blood wolf who caught them here.

"Do you know why I treat you like slaves?"

Still no one dared to speak.

Winters paused for a moment and replied for the captives: "Because you lost the battle, right?"

This sentence speaks to the hearts of the captives, most of whom are A member of the Grain Requisition Team who was ambushed in the later period. After the early ambush raiders were screened, most of the prisoners were released directly.

"It's a big mistake! You work because you deserve to starve if you don't work! You're standing here, not because you lost the battle!" Winters snapped: "lifts the head, all Look at me! You are standing here because you once robbed the people of their food! Forcing them to live! If you don't take care of you, only you will survive, and everyone else will starve to death!"

The expressions of the overwhelming majority captives are blank and puzzled.

How many people can understand this reasoning? Winters doesn't know, maybe the logic of "defeating a battle and being a slave" is more acceptable.

Winters sighed in his heart. Big Benting escaped with his life today. Bud firmly opposed the public trial of Big Bentin, because as long as Winters was still wearing the cloak of a garrison, he would have no legitimate reason to try "the dutiful mayor of Bentine".

Where is the legitimacy of the regime he wants to build? God? martial power? public opinion? That's something Winters had to grapple with.

But Winters wasn't here for a meeting with prisoners today.

“Among the enemies I have captured are those who committed serious crimes such as murder and rape during the grain requisition.” Winters pointed to the gallows outside the labor camp, and his voice made all the prisoners shudder: “All have arrived. .”

“Among the enemies I have captured are those who have committed minor crimes such as wounding people during the grain requisition.” Winters declared beyond doubt: “Continue to serve the sentence.”

"You are left! You mediocre villains are left! I will give you a chance to be free again, and I will give you a chance to return to your family."

Winters waved his hand, Samukin belted The man carried out the brazier, which contained six soldering irons.

"But I'll give you one chance!" Winters pointed to the brazier, cold and majestic: "If you want, come forward."

The captives looked at each other in blank dismay, did not dare to move.

Samukin strode up to a small captive in the first row: "You! Do you want to go home?"

"Me?" The captive swallowed saliva in panic, timid He hesitated: "I think."

Samukin dragged the prisoner back to the brazier and took out the soldering iron. The head of the soldering iron turned out to be in the shape of a holy emblem, and it was already burning red.

"Tear off his shirt." Samukin ordered his subordinates coldly.

Two strong guards immediately held down the captive, and a third tore off the latter's shirt.

Samukin lowered his hand with an expressionless face.

The soldering iron was mercilessly buckled on the prisoner's left chest, and anyone who got close could hear the sound of fat hitting a hot pan. The screams of the prisoners were unbearable, and the people in Wolf Town subconsciously looked away.

Samukin wasn't trying to kill the captive, so he just took off the soldering iron after a second or so of contact. The captive's left chest left a mark of the Holy Emblem.

The guards dragged the captive aside and rubbed him a scalding ointment made of turpentine, egg yolks and rose oil.

"There is only one chance." Samukin made the most real threat to the captives for his Hundred-Men Commander: "If you dare to take up arms again, what is waiting for you will be inserted from the holy emblem. Sharp sword! Anyone who doesn't want to go back to serve their sentence! Next!"

The prisoners were shaken, but no one dared to stand up.

I saw a person coming from the back row - prisoner Ivan stepped out of the queue, trembling with fear and stood by the brazier.

He didn't want others to hold him, but first swore to the holy emblem soldering iron, then revealed his chest by himself, closed his eyes and waited for Samukin to do it.

Samukin nodded, he didn't say anything, he only let go after about half a second.

"Follow him!" Samukin pointed to another prisoner in the front row and ordered: "You, next!"

With Samukin, Winters You don't have to do everything yourself, it's very worry-free. He got off the carriage, and saw Kaman, who had taken off his sacrificial robe and put on his normal clothes, walking towards him.

“What is this doing?” Kaman frowned asked.

"Leave a memory for the captives, and I hope they will have a little memory next time they want to hold their swords at me, can't they just let them go?" Winters answered honestly, he said with a smile: " I also deliberately chose a widely-loved symbol.”

Not far away, the captives swear, were branded, and finally brought to the side for healing. The screams came one after another, and the air was filled with a very fragrant barbecue smell, which was disgusting.

A widely loved symbol? Kaman was puzzled, and then he saw the mark of the holy emblem on the captive.

He was angry at first, then helpless, and finally sighed deeply.

"You don't let them be slaves anymore, it's a good thing anyway." Kaman looked at the prisoners in the open space, and explained himself: "This holy emblem is very suitable for use here."

"I thought you were going to fight me." Winters was a little regretful.

Kaman coldly snorted.

“You want to know how I became the protector of the Seven Towns?” Winters asked suddenly casually.

"I don't want to know."

"It's okay, I agree to tell you." Winters said casually: "I ambushed the food collection team and brought the prisoners back to the villages for the people to identify. Which murders, arson, and abuse of women? Which steals and wounds? This was originally a stupid way to screen out prisoners, but if I did more, I became the protector of the Seven Towns. So the seven towns south of the St. George River were willing to support me, and the eight towns to the north were close to me. That's it. "

Kaman sighed deeply again. He looked Winters directly in the eyes, as if to see the bottom of Winters' heart, and Winters met his gaze without hesitation.

"Mr. Montagne , I respect you, and I know you are a good person. Kaman told Winters solemnly and solemnly: "But I have sworn an oath of secrecy, and I will not tell you any secrets about the dive technique. I don't want to tell you, even without the oath. You also don't try to seek, because this is not the realm you can touch. Hope you understand. "

"Why are you in such a hurry?" " Winters asked with a smile: "I didn't ask you! Did I ask you? Didn't ask a word? "

"You stop pretending." Kaman became irritable again: "You might as well ask me bluntly, and I will bluntly reject you." Didn't you come back to Wolf Town just to pry the secret of the dive technique out of my mouth? I tell you, impossible! You can't get anything about the dive technique from me! "

"I'm really curious about how the divide technique works. But this time I'm back to Wolf Town, I'm really here to pick up the potter Sean's brother! Winters shouted that he was wronged.

He also restrained his expression and said solemnly and solemnly: "I know you don't believe me. I swear on my parents' graves, I will never ask you any secrets of the dive technique - without your permission. How about this? "

"Without my permission? "Kaman coldly snorted.

"Maybe someday you will tell me voluntarily?" "Winters smiled.

"I can tell you right now. "Kaman speaks amazingly.

"I don't believe it. ”

“The diving technique comes from a devotion to the one and only Savior.” The divine technique does not belong to me, but is done by the Lord. You don't understand. Kaman said to Winters coldly: "You unbeliever want to use the dive technique? Refuge first. "

"Is that so? ! Winters exulted: "I'll convert now!" you teach me! "

Kaman clutched his chest, bent down, and it took a while to recover.

"You..." Kaman looked at Winters, hesitating to speak, with a complicated expression. Said: "You...you have changed. "

"It's all well taught by Father Rhett." "

"No wonder. "Kaman coughed:" No wonder. "

"Brother Kaman, I'm going back to Revodan." " Winters took Kaman's arm and said reluctantly: "I will give you a present when I leave. "

Kaman shook off Winters' arm vigorously: "No need, just leave quickly." "

"Don't, I've been thinking about this gift for a long time." "Winters blinked. "I'll give you a cathedral." "

"Revordan cathedral well." "Kaman sneered: "You have taken down the emblem of St. Aldous, and there is nothing else you can do." "

"You really wronged me. Winters was surprised at first, and then aggrieved to the extreme. He asked back: "Gevodan cathedral was robbed and set on fire by thugs. Wasn't my people rescued? The lost Saint Artifact was not recovered by my people?"

His words hit Kaman like a cannonball: "Do you know how short of money I am now? It's for your sake that I didn't melt those gold and silver Saint Artifacts from the Gervodin Church! The emblem of St. Aldous is in the hands of Bud, but it was only borrowed, and it was a promissory note! Is to use it for good deeds! When I come to Wolf Town this time, I want to bring back the emblem of St. Aldous! "

"Father Kaman, we came together in blood and fire." How can you bring such serious charges against me without discrimination? " Winters grabbed the placket griefly: "I'm so sad!" "

"You didn't ruin the Revodan cathedral?" "

"No! "

"You did not take any property from the Revodan cathedral?" "

"No! "

"You didn't hurt any clergy?" "

"No! Winters added: "Although bishop died, it was because he lost one's head out of fear and ran to the roof to take shelter and fell accidentally. I didn't kill it, and it wasn't my people who killed it. "

Kaman stood for a while, then said with difficulty: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I'm very happy to forgive you." " Winters laughed and took Kaman's shoulder: "Although the church in Wolf Town was destroyed, how about I get a bigger one?" its not bad, right? "

"Not much." Kaman knocked off Winters' arm again and refuted coldly: "The church is the property of the church, not your gift. How does a bishop position allow you to be granted privately? Besides, Wolftown is my parish, how could I just leave? I leave Wolf Town, what will happen to the believers in Wolf Town? "

"Send another one from Gervodin." " Winters disagreed: "As for the position of Bishop in Gervoudan... I have the final say in Gervoudan, and I can recommend you." "

"Oh? Mr. Montagne. It turns out that you are not the mayor of Wolf Town, but our Pope? "Kaman sarcastically said: "If you say it is recommended, it is recommended. Do you have the final say?" "

"Okay. If you don't want to accept this gift, I won't force you. " Winters patted Kaman regretfully on the shoulder: "I'm going back to Revodan today. "

Kaman sneered and waved his hand.

Winters nodded and walked away without looking back.

Kaman watched Winters' back, It wasn't until the latter rode out of sight that he realized with surprise: Winters had really gone.

After a while, Charles ran over: "Father Carmen! "

"I knew it wasn't over!" "Kaman was both angry and amused: "What's the matter?" "

"My brother asked me to tell you that Mrs. Mitchell is also going to Gervodin with us." Go today. "

A mouthful of blood rushed down Kaman's throat: "What? ! Why has no one told me? "

"My brother said, if you ask this, let me answer you like this. Ciel cleared his throat, in a Winters unfathomable mystery tone: "Who are you?" Why should I tell you? ”

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