Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 392

2022-01-07

Chapter 392 Storm (V)

The old foreman Covillian and Roger the bald hid in the pine tree on the shore of the lake In the forest, Baba watched as the fire in the city became more and more dazzling.

Although Baron told the two of them to keep the sled dogs and ice cars safe, as long as their minds were not broken, they could figure it out: what kind of dog? what car? is it possible that Baron is planning to go back to the hotel and take a nap?
The fact is that Baron can't tell the difference between the two, and he makes up a reason to keep Covillian and Roger steady.

The lake is dead silent, there is no silhouette on the shore, and there is no better chance to escape than now.

The white-headed Roger wanted to get away several times, but every time he saw his uncle's hunched back and slightly trembling fingers, he couldn't help himself.

Hesitatingly, time ticks by.

The sled dog barked suddenly, jumped out of the lake embankment, moved towards the hideout of the uncle and nephew, and galloped towards the hideout.

It's Baron's squire. Judging from the appearance of the squire, it should have just gone through a hard battle: the breastplate was shrunk down, and the lead was still embedded in the pit. The originally clean burqa was stained with blood and mud, and the edges of the burqa were burnt to black.

Ciel was also a little surprised to see that the foreman and the thin white-haired man did not run. He stopped at the edge of the woodland and greeted Roger the white-headed: "Come with me!"

Covillian He rushed forward and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two, just follow me." Ciel thought for a while: "Take the dog with you too. , maybe it will be useful."

"Uncle, don't worry about it, I'll go with him." Roger was heartbroken, walked out of the woods quite bachelor, and said: "But you I have to find a warm place for my uncle, is this a place where people stay? It's freezing to death!"

"Easy. Old Mister, do you know where Schmidt's house is? Go there That's fine." Ciel raised his hand and pointed at Roger the white-headed: "But you have to follow me obediently and honestly, and don't make a fool of yourself."

"Okay, how do I go?"

"Can you ride a horse?"

"No."

Ciel grinned, showing his white teeth: "Then I'll have to blame you."

Moments later, Roger the Whitehead was tied to the flattery strands in a very humiliating position, like a sack of flour.

Charle whistled, and the sled dogs became restless.

"Don't move around, I'm not responsible for falling to your death." Xia Er was about to wave his whip, suddenly thought of another important matter, and smiled and warned repeatedly: "When you get there, remember to change your name to Captain Bern, but don't. The stuffing is exposed."

After saying that, he walked away, the sled dogs followed.

Covilian watched the two leave, gave a silent salute, and walked wearily towards the Schmidt house.

 …

After Shire picks up Roger the Whitehead, Winters immediately lets Roger the Whitehead lead the way to the place where he encounters the man with green eyes and black face.

Roger cooperated, taking Winters and the others to the intersection of Manner Street and Omer Street.

“Is it here?” Winters asked.

Roger nodded, pointing to the side of the road: "Right there, I saw Blackface giving that blond boy a carry."

Winters looked all around, nothing special , but an ordinary street scene:
A stone road that can accommodate two cars in parallel, against the fence and the courtyard wall of the road. There are few shops and workshops in Beicheng District, so most of the roads are residential.

In addition to Winters' subordinates, more than 20 militiamen from Beicheng District were brought over in confusion.

At this moment, they were standing behind Winters in groups of three or four, whispering and waiting for orders for unknown reasons.

Winters thought for a moment, then turned abruptly and looked towards the militia: "Who was the ten commander? Sergeant?"

A group of militiamen looked at each other in blank dismay, two younger The big man stood up.

Winters saw this, and ordered another militiaman with a mature and reliable face: "You are also the captain of the ten." Walking to the center of the intersection, the murderous-looking order: "The thugs who robbed the Este Mansion fled into the nearby houses. From this intersection, search me from house to house! I'd rather catch it than let it go! Go boldly. Do it! It's all up to me."

The militiamen didn't know if there were thugs, but Captain Berne took the responsibility and placed them on a safe moral high ground. Doubts were put aside for the time being.

More than 20 militiamen were divided into three groups by Winters.

As long as the performers of a task think they don't need to take responsibility, they will be less worried and more vicious.

The dogs barked, screamed, slammed on the door, scolded, and lantern shadows sprang out in the darkness. The residential area, which had been sleepless all night because of the riot, was instantly riotous.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"You...who are you?"

"Don't hear the alarm bell? A mob ran into the North City! On the orders of Captain Bern, search the thugs!"

"Captain Bern? Huh? Wait! What are you doing?! Go upstairs dear! Take the child back upstairs! You—my house didn't come in. Thug!"

"How do you know you didn't get in if you don't search? I'd rather catch it by mistake than let it go. Search for me!"

"What are you doing?! I'll tell you... "

"Hey! Wait! Don't hit people! I know this guy—Mr. Rudolph!"

"Detrich? It's you? What about you?"

"Ai, I also heard wearing military boots. Don't be afraid, it's not a robbery, these gentlemen are free men with civil rights, not robbers. We are really looking for thugs."

"Then... ah, then don't scare the children, and don't flip and break things..."

"It's okay, don't worry. By the way, you're not a free person too. Mr. Rudolph?"

"Huh? What?"

"Then why don't you put on your clothes? Find the gun! Follow us to the thugs! You know? All the free men have been called up tonight! Captain Berne said, who dares not to go, martial law!"

Soon, another house was outside.

"Open the door! Quickly open the door?"

"Who is it? Mr. Rudolph? This is it?"

"Ai, by order of Captain Bern, Search the thugs."

"But...where are the thugs from my house?"

"The captain's order, oh, I have no choice but to do it. Cassie Mir, put on your clothes quickly, find your sword, and follow us to search for the thugs."

...

all around is a dark night, and there is only one left at the crossroads. Winters, Carman and Roger the Whitehead.

Kaman's eyes were cold and he said nothing. Since leaving the hotel, Kaman seems to have fallen into a state of broken pot, and his shot is more decisive and ruthless than Winters.

Winters closed his eyes, holding his saber, conserve strength and store up energy.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces. The oathbreaker's assassin [can run the cultivator, but not the monastery]. So he couldn't catch the survivors, and Winters didn't bother, because what he wanted was to destroy the nest of the imperial insects in one fell swoop.

According to Winters' arrangement, each search team will be issued with two reed-wheel pistols. If there is any abnormality, they will immediately fire the shot and summon the police. If no problems are found, the adult males of the people being searched will be recruited, and the search will continue.

As a result, the more houses searched, the larger the search team. As the residents of the neighborhood were drawn into search teams, the resistance to the search became less and less.

What is the fastest way to find a needle when it falls to the ground?
The correct answer is simple, start in the corner of the room and search inch by inch.

The fox hides in the forest by disguising its den as a tree.

Winters was neither familiar with the forest nor had any friends in the forest, so he decided to use a simple and crude method—cutting down the trees.

It starts from where the fox was last seen, until it turns the entire North City over.

Winters waited silently as the Ciel and the others swung their axes.

But a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"My lord." White-headed Roger stood in front of Winters' horse. "I have something to ask you."

Winters opened his eyes.

Roger shifted his center of gravity between his legs uneasily, his hand was tightly pressed to his side, but his thumb was digging his middle fingernail unconsciously: "You have changed so many identities, you... Who is it?"

"Why ask?" Winters thought the white-headed boy in front of him was very interesting: "If you know the answer, you will probably be silenced."

Roger smiled relieved , all the tension and anxiety disappeared in an instant, he smacking his lips and saying, have no desire to improve, "I'll be silenced anyway."

Winters indifferent expression.

"I shouldn't be able to get into heaven, but at least before I go to purgatory, I want to know who you are?"

Winters didn't answer. Jay.

"That's .

"The Old Guy of Covilliana doesn't know anything, really, I swear, anything will do. I'm the one who sold your whereabouts to others, shut your mouth and kill me One person is enough. I can put my head on the chopping block for you to chop, or I can jump into the ice lake myself without getting your hands dirty."

Winters gave a "hmm" and asked, "That's all you want. ?"

Roger is now unscrupulous and completely letting go, and his words have become more and more: "One more small thing... Please tell Covilion and let him take all my money. Give it to Luna, he knows where I hide my money. Oh, it's definitely not enough to donate a dive technique to Luna, but there's no way, if it's not enough, let him add..."

At the same time, Xia Er and a team of militiamen are searching a single-family house.

The owner of the house is an old couple, and the male owner is a doctor, who seems to have a small reputation. After the militia entered the door, they politely greeted the male host and acted very restrained.

The old doctor was also very considerate of the difficulties of the militiamen, and generously expressed that he would allow the search.

As a result, the militiamen felt even more guilty.

But the charr is no Steelcastle. Winters sent his own guards to lead the team, just to prevent the local militia from favoritism.

So, with a ruthless face and a lantern, Charles looked steadily forward to the entrance of the hospital.

There are two four-wheeled carriages parked in the yard.

“One is for outpatient visits.” The old doctor explained: “The other one is for daily use.”

Charle walked to the carriage, put down the stirrup, and went straight to the car. Drill under the car.

Soon, he got out again, and patted the dust off his body calmly under the puzzled eyes of others - not the spring suspension.

The old couple's house has two floors above ground and one basement floor, and nothing strange was found.

But Shire always felt a little weird. Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he carefully surveyed his surroundings.

"If Montagne big brother was standing here." Charles thought to himself, "What would he pay attention to?"

Soon, Charles understood why he felt strange.

The yard is empty.

The field of view is too good.

The courtyard walls are also a bit too high.

The space between the house and the courtyard wall is a small "killing field".

Ciel went straight to the old doctor who was chatting with the militiamen: "Only the two of you live here?"

The old doctor was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

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"No servants?" Ciel pointed to the carriage in the yard: "Who will drive the carriage for you? Where's the horse?"

"There is no live-in servant in my house." The old doctor replied eloquently: "The horse Taken away by the coachman, my wife doesn't like the smell of horse manure. The coachman lives in her own house."

The other party's answer was reasonable, but Charles was not so easily fooled, he shouted: "Bring the dog Bring in."

Another militiaman followed the order and walked into the yard with two sled dogs. As soon as we entered the small courtyard, the sled dogs barked nonstop.

The old doctor's face doesn't change, but the Old Lady's face flickered with nervousness - something Ciel captured acutely.

The sled dogs that Covilian had found were very good at pulling ice carts, but when it came to finding things, they were far inferior to the two blood-hounding wolf dogs trained by Shaman Hed.

But the wolfhound was taken away by the other two teams, and Shire only had the sled dog who made up the number.

But well... being stupid has its benefits.

Sled dogs don't have the same spirituality as wolf dogs - they only bark when they smell certain scents. The inflexible sled dog will bark in excitement when it smells anything.

Those who have no ghosts in their hearts will only feel noisy when they hear it. If someone with a ghost in their heart hears it, it is a desperate bark.

Charle immediately took the chain and led the sled dogs to the carriage, deliberately letting the two sled dogs sniff the wheels.

The sled dog barked hoarsely.

Ciel shouted, pulled out the revolver, and gave the old couple a gloomy look, but did not speak to the old couple, and led the sled dog to the door: "Come with me! "

The other militiamen did not know why, and followed Ciel into the house obediently. The old couple's cheeks twitched slightly, and they hurriedly chased after them.

The first floor, second floor and attic have been checked and there is no secret room and nothing special. The only possible place to do things is the underground storage room, so Ciel led the dog and walked directly to the basement without saying a word.

The old couple behind them suddenly became excited and started to chase people away. They accused the militias of lack of etiquette and asked for a written order from the Colonel Bern or the captain, insisting that the medicines stored in the basement should not be contaminated with cat and dog feces and urine.

Charle didn't bother to entangle with the old couple, so he ordered the militia to control the old couple.

The old couple, who started to utter foul language, was locked in the living room, and Charles took the militia down the ladder and cautiously checked the basement a second time.

The barking of dogs echoed in the slightly empty underground storage room, and the wooden wall behind Shire slammed to the ground.

The thin long sword like a poisonous snake stabbed out with a slight trembling.

...

At the crossroads, Winters, who was watching the chattering Whitehead Roger, heard a gunshot.

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