Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 328

2021-06-26

Chapter 328 The dog walking straight

Gervodin, the stables of the officer's quarters.

Father [Emund] from the Pill Hall district of Gervaux walked into the stable and found that in addition to the tribune of Montagne, there was another man with an iron mask in the stable, and the two were chatting. what.

"...Stone bridges are much more troublesome than wooden bridges." The iron-masked man's voice was very low: "But...the most important thing you need now is manpower. It's not difficult to repair..."

Following a series of strange noises, Father Emond heard the voice of the Montagne tribunal from the innermost stables:

"It was before, now is now, no. It's the same... I didn't get paid before, but everyone could barely accept it. Now, no one wants to do white labor... Alas, I still miss Teltown people a little... Can I ask you about this... ..."

The masked man sneered sarcastically: "I eat yours, drink yours, live with you, I have the right to refuse?"

"Of course."

For the famous and famous - no, now the famous "Blood Wolf", the masked man obviously lacks the kind of awe in the hearts of Tiefeng County people, he is lightly snorted, indifferent expression.

"Then I'll take it as your agreement. How long will the construction period be?"

"Be optimistic." The masked man replied casually: "Two or three years."

The strange sound stopped, and the Montagne tribune came out of the stable with a shovel: "Two or three years?!"

But that's exactly what happened, it's not going to leave, it's also to stay No, Father Emond, who had been standing for a while, was noticed by the other party.

"Your Excellencies." Father Emond saluted his chest, and said, "Good day."

"Good day," Winters recognized. The person, who is the current actual manager of the cathedral of Gévordan, bowed his head in return.

"Should I retire first?" Edmond asked awkwardly.

"No." Winters waved his hand: "Captain Morrow and I are talking about building the bridge, so please listen to me."

Immediately, Winters looked towards Masked man: "Two or three years is too long."

"What you want is a stone bridge, not a wooden bridge." Morrow's impatience could not be concealed even by a mask: "Take St. George's The span of the river is short in two or three years, and it may not be impossible in four or five years. The key depends on how many people you can produce! How much money!"

Winters solemnly vowed to promise: "How many people do you want? How many people! How much money you want!”

Morrow was reluctant to talk as long as there were other people present. He sighed deeply: "Wait...tomorrow, I'll submit a written plan to you."

With that, Morrow was about to leave.

Winters did not let Senior: "I still have a question, if it is so cold in winter, will underwater construction be dangerous."

"Underwater construction is not without danger. Yes." Morrow replied with disgust: "Wait until the summer and the rainy season, and you won't be able to repair it!"

Morrow immediately bowed to Father Edmond, and regardless of Winters' questions, he headed He walked out of the stable without looking back.

Watching Senior leave, Winters politely explained to Father Edmond: "During the siege, wasn't the bridge demolished? Since it's going to be rebuilt, I think it's better to just build a stone bridge."

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Father Edmond's expression was a little embarrassed, because the old wooden bridge was actually the property of the Monastery of Gervodin, and foreigners had to pay the monastery to cross the bridge.

"To have such a wise and benevolent tribune as you." Father Emond put his position in position and eloquently said, "It is truly a gift from the Lord to Gervodin."

Winters walked into the stable again with a shovel: "What's the matter with you coming to me?"

Father Edmond's eyes turned to the inside of the stable , behind the gate is a pure black foal and two puppies.

The foal is standing in the corner of the stable, his eyes full of grievances.

Two puppies ran wild beside the tribune of Montagne, albeit in a strange way—all with high legs. Not like a dog...more like a horse dance move.

Emund finally figured out where the strange noise came from: it was the Montagne tribune shoveling horse dung.

"As expected of your hound." Edmond struggled to find something to praise: "It's actually on the right track."

The body of Winters, who is swinging a shovel After a stagnation, his face turned black.

"This little black horse is also very good!"

Changsheng learned to bark at the right time.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Winters stopped, leaning on his shovel and looking towards Father: "Please speak directly."

Father Edmond squeezed hard. With a pleasing smile: "I heard that your wife can also ride a horse?"

"en. ”

"It is inconvenient for a lady to ride a big horse." Said: "I brought you two 'ponies' that the nuns rode, and I hope you will accept them."

Winters didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After the bishop in the Pill Hall district of Gervais fell to his death, the Gervoudan monastery and its affiliated cathedral were temporarily taken care of by Father Edmond.

Unlike his sleek, sophisticated predecessor, bishop, Father Edmond is unworldly, dull, and deeply religious.

According to Winters' observation, the reason why Edmond was elected was probably because other cultivators were afraid of "blood wolves", so this honest man was put in the front.

Fortunately, Edmond is a good person and cooperates with Winters' arrangement.

However, the gift-giving can reach the level that the recipient feels very uncomfortable, and Gervoudan is probably the only one.

Seeing that the other party hesitated and refused to talk about the subject, Winters went straight to the point: "If what you are asking for is the job of the Bishop of Geraldine—forgive me to speak bluntly, it belongs to the internal affairs of your sect, I No intention to interfere. You'd better take the pony back."

The Catholic Church is a centralized, centralized, top-down organization. Although the Pope is thousands of miles away, the next The choice of bishop is still up to him - in theory.

How the actual implementation is, it will involve a power struggle within the church, and Winters doesn't want to go into this muddy water.

"No no no." Father Edmond shook his head desperately: "The appointment and dismissal of bishop should be ordered by the Pope, how dare I conspire!"

Winters leaned on the shovel, He didn't speak, and waited for the other party to continue talking without saying a word.

“You seem to be short of money recently?” Edmond asked tentatively: “How about another cash donation from the Gervoudan monastery? By the way! To build bridges, use the amount of money to build bridges. Donate in name!"

Winters was very aggrieved, and he wanted to ask the other party: "Bridges and roads are public expenses, how can you say that you are giving me money?"

But the words left When he touched his lips, it became: "How much do you want to donate?"

Emond cautiously said a weight.

Winters cleared his throat, brought two benches beside him, and sat down with Father Edmond.

Then Winters sat down himself, face to face, and asked, "Tell me, what exactly do you want?" Brothers, we don't want anything from you, we just want you to respect a holy pre-existing right of the Catholic Church."

"What right." Winters watched Edmond with interest. Father: "Worth two ponies plus most of your family property?"

Father Emond swallowed: "The right to an internal trial."

......

After some time.

Andre walked into the stable with two pocket ponies.

The pony is only about one meter tall, and its back just reached Andre's waist, looking like two large dogs.

"Where did these little fellows come from?" Andre asked as soon as he entered the door, "It's really a rare thing."

Winters, who was teasing the puppy, didn't look up: " Do you want one? I'll give you one."

"I don't want it, these are all ridden by old fogeys and old ladies." Andrei found an empty stable and temporarily closed the pony Go in: "I ride, isn't that a rabbit ride?"

"From Father Emond of the monastery in Gervoudan."

"That's right, Sister and The cultivator also rides this kind of horse." Andre dragged two large bundles of oat straw, rolled up his sleeves to lay bedding for another stable: "Don't underestimate, this horse is expensive! It has short legs and a stable ride. Ordinary horses are valuable. Even if they are raised, they are troublesome. If I leave them to you, I estimate that they will die sooner or later."

"I'll keep them for you."

"I don't have the time. ?" Andre spat out the grass clippings in his mouth and stood outside the stable fence waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Glancing at the two terriers fighting at Winters' feet, he couldn't help laughing heartily: "But I really can't raise it for you, look at what you raise? Horses bark like dogs, dogs kick and walk straight. I won't accept it."

Looking at the two puppies with their legs raised, Winters covered his face and sighed.

Gillard Mitchell's hound gave birth to a litter of puppies, and Mrs. Mitchell took two of the puppies with her when she left Wolftown.

Later, two puppies were raised with Changsheng. The final result is that the puppy walks and kicks, and the dog barks that Changsheng can't learn every day.

"Ronald brought back a captive from Lower Ironpeak." Winters picked up a puppy and brushed it on his lap: "You know what?"

The original moment The puppy who couldn't stop, became very honest the moment he was caught by Winters, and stuck out his tongue to lick Winters' fingers in a pleasing manner.

Seeing that the dust was almost gone, Andrea led the two ponies into the stable: "I heard that they are still priests of the Catholic Church?"

"Yes. Have you seen that person?"

"No, I didn't walk with Ronald when I came back." Andrei picked up the empty bucket to fetch water for the pony: "Why? Are you?"

Winters fiddled with the puppy's fleshy ears: "The Catholic Church is going to deal with that captive."

Andre stopped, looking surprised: "Deal with? "

"Hmph, it's a friendly way to deal with it. A more accurate way to say it is..." Winters put down the puppy, watched the puppy run away to chase and bite his brother, and slowly spit out a word: "[Inquisition trial]."

"Huh?" Andre was stunned: "Huh?"

Winters and Andre were born after the establishment of the alliance and had not experienced the monarchy Religious oppression of the age.

The word Inquisition gave both of them an intuitive feeling, like seeing an old moldy, moth-eaten, and stinky coat pulled from the bottom of a box-- Familiar and unfamiliar, but mostly discomfort.

Winters' brows clenched a little: "Judging from the price Edmond offered, as long as I nodded, the Gervoudan monastery will probably set the stake at the stake immediately."

"The stake? Wait?" Andre threw the bucket: "Where did they get such a big hatred? Isn't the prisoner an old man? The old man should be burned too?"

"I I don't know." Winters pondered: "According to Edmond, the trial of the clergy is an internal affair of the Catholic Church. He made a high price and wanted me to 'respect their sacred rights'. "

Andre's jaws haven't been closed for a long time: "The Catholic Church? Internal Trial? Is there still such a thing? Really?"

Winters shook the head: " I still don't know about this, at least according to Edmond's words - it is like this."

"Then..." Andre was stunned for a while, and asked in confusion, "Since it is an internal matter , why do you want your consent? A high price? To buy you?"

"That's the most interesting part." Winters stood up and paced: "Actually I don't have any. Why do you want to bribe me? Want my permission?"

"It also makes sense." Andre was relieved: "Without our nodded, who would dare to set up a stake in Tiefeng County?"

"It would be nice if it were that simple." Winters said with a smile, "Do you know what price Edmond opened for me?"

Andre tilted his head, Raised eyebrows.

Winters uttered a weight, then added a word lithely: "Gold."

Andre took a deep breath: "Or you agree, anyway. Why do you get involved in the affairs of the Catholic Church? It has nothing to do with us in the first place!"

"If that's the case, why do you charge such a high price? Just tell me something casually, or burn it first and then report it. Can't you?"

"..." Andre was stopped when asked: "Then you promised him?"

"I didn't agree, and I didn't agree. Exposing the trump card, I imply Father Edmond—" Winters picked up a stalk and briefly entered a spellcasting state to stimulate his spirits.

The phantom pain made Winters smile a little weirdly: "I have to add money."

It's like in midair there is an invisible pair of scissors reciprocating, the straw shortening inch by inch, precise The naked eye can't tell the difference between the two times.

Winters cleared his mind, and he suddenly laughed playfully: "Could that be the case—Emund thinks we know far more than we actually need to know. So he That's why they offered us such a high price."

"Well... um... it seems... makes sense..." Andrei pondered for a long time, then slapped his thigh: "Damn it, Why are you making so much effort! Get that old man over, won't you all know it in the first trial?"

"That's where the problem lies." be crushed. He said helplessly: "The prisoner is not in my hands."

"Ah? Didn't that old man come back with Ronald?"

"I don't know, I've asked Ciel to investigate." Winters walked up to Changsheng, who also grunted and stuck out his tongue to lick his fingers: "Even if the prisoner returns with Ronald, then he will go to me after that. I don't know anything."

Andre slapped his thigh again: "Could it be that the old man has already fallen into the hands of the Catholic Church?"

Winters shook his head: "Then what Edmond brought me should be the news of death."

"I really don't understand." Andre pulled a few hairs, he picked up the bucket on the ground: "I still don't understand." Go and feed the horses."

"It's not complicated. There's another person hiding in this matter, protecting the captive." Winters stroked his long, soft mane, his thoughts drifting to the point where far away.

He summed up the known information bit by bit: "There was a motive to shelter that captive, the ability to shelter that captive. Most importantly, it could lead Father Emond and the others to think 'It was Winters Montagne who sheltered that captive. Who is that prisoner...?"

Andre stood still, with a strange expression on his face, and asked in a low voice, "Your daughter-in-law?"

...

A quarter of an hour later.

"Father Kaman!" Winters fiercely kicked the door open: "What did you do in my name again?!"

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