Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 34

2021-11-23

Chapter 34 Visits
The middle age person who is waiting for Winters in this small room is the Winters mother The husband of the biological younger sister, the same period of the military academy who was born and died side by side with the Winters father, and the closest relative of Winters - Antonio Seretti.

"I just said how could Customs know everything!" Winters cheered excitedly in his mind, he thought he was going to go to a prison sentence, but now he found out that it was just a "visiting prison", and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The head guard who brought Winters here bowed respectfully and left the small room.

The heavy wooden door was screamed and shut, and now only the uncle and nephew were left in the hut.

Antonio happily strode over, hugged Winters tightly, rubbed his hair, and said sincerely: "Smelly brat, look at you! You are a real man now. It was carved out of the same mold as your father when you were young. I even thought that a god brought me back twenty years ago and let me see your father walk in from the door."

Uncle Winters' voice is deep and mellow, with six parts joy and four parts sadness.

Winters is emotionally infected by his uncle's emotions, but has goosebumps all over his body at the sudden intimacy.

The six-year closed boarding school for boys had a profound impact on his character. During the same period, he was not a family member, and men would not express their emotions in such an intimate way—men simply did not communicate emotions.

So Winters, who left the ivory tower of the military academy, is very uncomfortable with this intimate body language. In Antonio's eyes, Winters is still the little child who is pestering him to learn sword techniques, but Winters now feels More embarrassment and helplessness.

"Is Kesha okay? Is my younger sister okay? Are the Great General and the little general okay?" Winters hurriedly tried to use words to get rid of his uncle's arms "pincer attack".

"It's all good, I miss you very much." Antonio let go of his arm, he wiped his eyes with his palm, and took a breath, as if he hadn't come out of his sad mood. : "Let's sit down and talk."

Antonio took Winters by the arm and led him back to the table.

As soon as Winters' butt hit the chair, he couldn't wait to whisper, "Does the military know we're locked up by customs?"

Seeing Winters' cautiously Antonio couldn't help laughing at the appearance, and he laughed out loud: "Of course I do. Don't say it's the 'Imperial Palace', the pier sounded, and the whole Ocean Blue City knew it in less than two hours. Now the rumors outside are simply hiding the sky and covering the earth. It was rumored in the city that the army smuggled was intercepted by the customs, so they fought, and some people said that hundreds of people were killed. The representative of the Ministry of War of Neta said, because it was built too luxuriously and was ridiculed by the citizens like the Imperial Palace. Over time, the palace, the Imperial Palace, has become a proxy for the Army Department in the mouth of the military.

"Then, Uncle, you were sent by the War Department to pick us up?" Winters was overjoyed, thinking that everyone would be able to leave this hellish place soon.

Antonio smiled and gently shook the head: "No, I'm just visiting as a relative now."

"Why?" Wanfen: "Since the War Department already knows we're locked up, why didn't they send someone to get us out?"

"Well, of course, it's because the idiots from customs have done a big stupid thing." Antonio coldly snorted, his smile added three points of contempt and contempt: "The minds of this group of customs choppers are all muddled, and at first they couldn't help but shut you all up. Do you think the Throne will agree to let the Joint Conference send a letter of 'application' to take you back from customs?"

Since the Ministry of War is nicknamed the "palace", the highest authority of the army The small Conference Hall where the joint meeting of the high level commanders meets is naturally the most powerful room in the palace - the "Throne Hall", so the joint meeting of the army high level commanders is also dubbed the "Throne".

"This is too shameless!" Winters was both shocked and angry when he learned about the selfish calculations of the customs decision-makers. crashed.

Winters said angrily, "Why would they do this? We're just getting involved."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Antonio pulled Winters along. Let him sit down, his tone is relaxed and pleasant: "haha, your temper is exactly the same as your father... Hey, people always like to recall things when they are young. You sit down and listen to me slowly with you. Say it."

Winters knew that it was very inappropriate to yell at his uncle in his blood just now, he smiled apologetically at his uncle, and I don't know how many times he told himself to be restrained and calm in the future , raised the chair and sat down again.

"That's how things are now. Customs did something stupid, but he didn't want to lose face. He wanted us to wipe his ass, and the throne should speak first." Antonio calmed and composed Spreading his hands, he said disdainfully, "It's just wishful thinking, why should the army break its face to wipe its ass for the customs? You are now caught in the middle. But the problem is not big, the customs does not dare to do anything to you, they still have to confess I want you to."

"There's no one for us." Winters smiled bitterly: "We were all put in the cell, but the environment is fairly clean, but I think it's better if there is a seriously injured person. Can be picked up to take care of you."

"Severely wounded? A midshipman?"

"No, it's Major Moritz."

"Murray Ts Van Nassau?" Antonio raised his eyebrow, looking puzzled, apparently intrigued by the name Moritz.

"I don't know the major's full name." Winters shook the head, just a few days of contact. All he knew was that the major's name was Moritz, and he didn't know the rest of the major's full name.

"Hmm." Antonio rubbed his chin and said in a hesitant tone, "I've only heard of this person in the Army Department called Moritz, who was the third runner-up in the sword technique event at the All-Army Games last year. It is said that he is still a orcerer, is that him?"

Hearing the description from his uncle, Winters nods: "A sword technique expert or a sorcerer, then we should be talking about a person."

"A sword technique expert or a sorcerer, I'm afraid a full Hundred Men Squad is not enough to kill him. How many enemies have you encountered? Can this and the others be seriously injured?" Winters' words surprised Antonio, who has been in the army for many years.

“The major was mainly drowning, and was temporarily deaf after his own spell ruptured his eardrum.” Winters explained the cause of the major’s injury as succinctly as possible: “In addition...”

"Wait a minute." Antonio stopped Winters, took out a small notebook from his arms, and found ink and quills from the drawer in the corner of the room.

After preparing for the record, Antonio said to his nephew: "Layton, the reckless man, only sent back a few words, the information received by the Imperial Palace was confusing and contradictory, the rumors were flying all over the sky, and you went from the beginning to the beginning. Tell me in detail what happened on the pier this afternoon."

Winters started when the ship docked, and told his uncle the details of the four passengers, the assassin and the explosion. , to avoid interfering with the main theme, so he only mentioned the experience of encountering pirates in one sentence, and he did not mention the sorcerer among the four passengers in order to prevent the partition wall. ?
Antonio listened seriously to Winters' story, his pupils involuntarily shrunk when he heard his nephew almost died, but he never said a word, just nodded from time to time, and recorded some important points on paper from time to time.

"That's it." Winters finished talking about the assassination and explosion on the pier, and he actually wanted to tell his uncle about the jump gang at sea and the fire in Jade City. He had a lot of doubts and hopes. Able to seek help from Uncle's wisdom, but now is clearly not the time.

Antonio pondered what Winters had just said and came to a conclusion.

He rubbed the temple and said, "Then this matter has nothing to do with our army simply! Our apprentice officers are just acting bravely, so they are involved."

" yes!" Winters also slapped the table, but he thought of the sorcerer among the passengers who could use the deflection technique, and said in the heart: Maybe it has something to do with the army, but it has absolutely nothing to do with us trainee officers.

"What the hell are the customs people thinking? If you don't catch assassin, you will be locked up." Antonio put away the small notebook: "Don't worry, since this matter has nothing to do with us. , then don't think about putting the shit pot on the Army's head when you pay customs."

Winters nodded heavily, encouraged by his uncle's attitude.

"Tell your colleagues, don't worry, you should eat and eat. How long will the customs be able to put you under house arrest?" Antonio told Winters the strategy of struggle: "You guys It's not a prisoner, you can ask for anything you need, and the customs will smash through it if you don't give it, but it's just a few guards, can't you deal with it?"

Winters originally wanted to remind his uncle that the wall has ears, but he suddenly thought that his uncle might It was taking this opportunity to put pressure on the customs, so I sang a double reed with my uncle and answered "yes" again and again.

But he remembered Major Moritz, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he lowered his head and asked softly, "What about Major Moritz? He'd better rest in a good place."

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Antonio hearing this thought for a while, and then slowly replied: "Moritz can't go out for the time being, the throne is impossible to ask for someone, I will ask the customs to ask a doctor to come and treat Moritz. "

He added with a smile: "Don't worry, now it's Customs who want to pray for Major Moritz's health, and pray that he doesn't die in the Customs cell. If Moritz has any problems, Then the General Administration of Customs can see what the Army's artillery looks like."

Winters again heavily nodded, no matter whether there are people from Customs watching now, Antonio's threat is not a lie.

The independence of the major power institutions of the Hailan Republic is very strong.

Accurately speaking, it is not the major power departments under the government's jurisdiction, but the major power departments that make up the Hailan Republic government.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for major power agencies to gather together to fight because of irreconcilable contradictions.

Although none of the parties have used overheated weapons so far, the army was forced to push the cannon up and let the brother units feel the "breath of grape bullets" is not an unimaginable situation.

As for the interprovincial republic next door, it's even worse there. So much so that the Veneta philosopher Contay once commented mystifyingly: "The Army of the Provinces is not the army of the Republic of the Provinces, and the Republic of the Provinces is the country of the Army of the Provinces."

After the ancient Muro Republic, this The film continent was the first regime to overthrow the emperor and the aristocracy, and the allied countries were crossing the river by feeling the stones for the construction of the political system in the post-imperial era. So far, no party has been able to answer the simple and troublesome question of "what if there is no emperor?"

"Yes, and this one." Antonio took out a small basket covered with a white cloth from under the table, and pushed it in front of Winters with a smile: "Guess what? "

Winters leaned in and sniffed hard, and said happily, "Actually, I smelled the fragrance when I entered the house, but I never had time to ask."

He opened it. I put a white cloth inside, neat and tidy with a layer of small pies, and white cloth under the pies. Judging from the thickness, it is estimated that there are three layers in the basket.

This kind of pie has a special shape, rolled from the inside out into a chubby cylindrical shape, not so much a pie as a burrito.

The noodles are made of high-quality white noodles, and the meat filling is beef filling seasoned with spices. It is necessary to thin the white dough, spread the beef filling evenly, roll it into a long strip and steam it in a pot, and then cut it into a small section.

The ratio of white noodles and water, the strength of kneading noodles, the size of fermentation, and the seasoning of meat fillings, there is a little step, but the final product will taste a lot worse.

This "dim sum" practice comes from the Winters mother's family, and is now the unique craft of Winters' aunt. Winters dares to pat his chest and say that the entire Veneta is one family, and there is no semicolon.

Food is the deepest bond in one's hometown. A person's taste is deeply related to his upbringing experience.

Winters didn't care about hygiene either, so he put a whole piece into his mouth. The salty, plump and juicy meat filling and the fermented dough... The familiar taste made him finally With the real feeling of going home, before he can taste enough, a piece of pie is finished.

"I heard yesterday that your boat has arrived at the anchorage outside the port, and Kesha started preparing it for you in the kitchen early this morning." Antonio watched his nephew lovingly and ate. : "I never thought of such a thing... I heard that I want to see you, and I will bring you everything I say. Hey, this is really a visit."

Winters After eating a few, I thought of Bud, Andre and the others, so I put the pie back in my hand.

Seeing his nephew stopped, Antonio was very puzzled: "What? Did you let it go sour?"

Antonio knew his nephew's ability. Six years ago, Winters went to the front of the mountain. He can eat two catties of this kind of pie in one go, and he can't get enough to eat this basket.

"No, I want to keep it and take it back for my friends to try." Winters carefully covered the white cloth back and tucked the tuck corner.

Antonio took a close look at his nephew's eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose and jaw, laughed: "You are too mature now, I still remember you and your younger sister when you were young because you were fighting for pie. Fighting..."

Winters, whose dark history was uncovered, blushed, and quickly stopped his uncle from continuing to turn over more old accounts: "Don't say it, it was my fault at that time, I deeply reflected on it. ."

Antonio laughed heartily, revisiting the dark history of the little child is obviously a great joy for the middle age person group. But he suddenly stopped smiling and looked Winters in the eyes.

Winters sensed the change in atmosphere and listened.

Antonio asked his nephew seriously and earnestly, "Do you want to get out of here now?"

Hearing Antonio's words, Winters' first reaction was doubt. Then he understood that his uncle was not joking. If he wanted to go out, Antonio must have a way to get him out of this prison now.

Winters asked himself: Do I want to leave that cell?

The answer is, of course, that no matter how good the cell environment is, it is still a cell. It is low, damp, and crowded. The ground is full of potholes and mortar.

There is no way to pass the time in the cell, but to sit in the cell, and every second in it is as long as a century.

However, if you want to leave that cell, it's definitely not alone. During the same period, he was in prison, and he ran away alone. What did he say? If you want to leave, you must leave with everyone.

After thinking about this, Winters shook the head: "When everyone left, I also went out."

Antonio stared into Winters' eyes, and suddenly said with a big smile: "Okay! [Enrique Montagne]'s son should have this kind of bearing!"

Antonio slammed the bell on the table, unceremoniously leaning back on the chair .

Not long after, a middle-aged man in the uniform of a silk customs officer pushed the door and walked in. The customs bureaucrat, with a radiant smile on his face, stood beside Antonio, rubbing his hands together and asking in a low voice, "General Serbia, are you finished talking with your nephew?"

Antoni Ao also smiled and said, "It's over. There is something I really need to ask your Excellency."

"This matter is really hard to talk about." The smile on Major General Antonio Servetia's face could melt the ice now: "My wife is just such a precious nephew, she spoils me. It's ridiculous. I heard that this child is suffering in the customs prison, and it's really unbelievable at home..."

"You can rest assured, the dignified Army Corps Head personally guarantees, then I must give it to you no matter what. This face. I will explain to the director and the general director, you can take your nephew away now." The customs officer hurriedly climbed up.

"That's really good..." Major General Antonio suddenly complexion changed and the conversation turned sharply: "But when I got here, I found that the environment of the customs prison was very helpful for youngster to hone his mind, Warrant Officer Winters!"

"Here!"

"I ordered you to stand by in the Customs Dungeon! You are not allowed to leave without an order from the War Department, even if Customs asks you to go. !"

"Yes!"

The customs officer who thought he had solved the difficult problem for the big leader was now dumbfounded, but Major General Antonio did not let him go.

He grabbed the collar of the customs uniform, dragged the customs officer to him, and said fiercely: "Listen to me about what I want to ask of you! Go back and tell Hurd that old fogey, The army will 'snatch' people back, but they will never take them back. If you don't give us an explanation for this, I will lead the troops to dismantle your General Administration of Customs!"

In fact, I think the most important thing is The type of food that reflects the impact of upbringing on individual dietary preferences is fermented food. It's hard for adults to get used to unfamiliar fermented foods that they didn't eat as children, because many fermented foods are basically rotten flavors, such as the famous pickled puffins.

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