Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 40

2021-03-28

Chapter 40 Mewa brother
The driver was sincere and did not want to talk about it.

And he couldn't be arrested and tortured to extract a confession. It seems that he can't ask anything else.

"I'm just curious, you don't have to be nervous, don't talk about it." Winters spoke to the slightly flustered driver and stopped asking.

The coachman nodded gratefully.

Kosa came out of the front door, changing out of her cozy home clothes and into a dark green dress decorated with embroidery and lace, a light purple silk cape, and A richly decorated hat.

"It's just a trip to the tailor's shop, which is too exaggerated." Winters walked over to Kesha in surprise: "Isn't it hot? Auntie, don't you have a waistband?"

"foolish child, the tailor's shop is a battlefield for women!" Kesha glared at her nephew and happily took Winters' left arm onto the carriage.

She reserved and politely gave the coachman the destination: "Mr. Barto, please take us to Mewa's house." There was a regular bumping sound as it sewed, and the horseshoes tapped rhythmically on the pavement. The carriage of this carriage is strapped to the body of the car, so it's not bumpy.

Kesha lifted the curtains and admired the street view, looking in a good mood.

But Winters had a lot of thoughts on his mind. All he thought about was the carrier, who seemed to have joined a secret society, and what he called the brotherhood.

Kesha lightly tapped Winters' hand with a small folding fan: "What are you thinking? So ecstatic?"

"Nothing." Winters came back to his senses replied with a smile. It is obviously inappropriate to tell my aunt about my concerns in the carriage, and I have to tell my uncle about it. So he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, why haven't I seen Ella, isn't she at home?"

As long as Elizabeth was mentioned, Kesha had a headache, and she said helplessly while resting her forehead lightly. : "She went to Mrs. Anguissola's studio. Sigh...you younger sister is so worrying for me. You are already sixteen years old, but you still behave like a crazy girl, without the slightest lady's demeanor."

"Isn't it good to learn painting?" Winters admires those who are good at painting. Although he is not religious, he always lingers in front of the exquisite frescoes in the church.

Kesha's mood became a little depressed: "Where did she go to learn painting? Just to find a celebrity and her little girls to play with. My mother and I are as big as her. At that time, every day all had to check the accounts for your grandfather, how could she be like this now? Nvhong can’t, can’t read accounts, and has no housekeeping skills at all.”

Winters felt that her aunt was a little too demeaning. Younger sister, Elizabeth is rare for him to admit that she is smarter than himself, he must speak for the younger sister: "If you teach her to read accounts, she will be able to learn very well. I am convinced of her mental arithmetic ability. ."

"I taught, of course I did." Kesha's tone was even more serious: "But your younger sister is not at all regular. Teach her to read the account books, and she started complaining in less than two days. No matter what it is, I just learned a little bit of fur and lost interest. How can I marry someone? How can a good person marry her? Isn't it going to be deceived sooner or later?"

Kesha was silent for a while Yes, I suddenly asked Winters hopefully, "Are there any good boys among your classmates in the military academy?" Beginning with Lu You, the military academy has been living with each other for nearly ten years. During the same period of the military academy, they have seen each other's most vulgar side.

So whether emotionally or intellectually, he couldn't accept any one marrying his younger sister at the same time. Whoever dared to marry his younger sister during the same period, Winters would have to stab him to death, no matter who it was.

So he answered firmly: "Absolutely not, none of my contemporaries are worthy of Ella, you must never find a husband for Ella from among them, and don't even think about it."

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"Is that so?" Kesha sighed in disappointment, she suddenly looked at Winters' eyes, and reached out to hold Winters' right hand: "Let's stop talking about your younger sister, and talk about you. ”

Kesha's attitude suddenly became very formal, which made Winters a little strange, and he sat down and listened seriously.

Kesha said very seriously: "I said this once when you went to Union Province six years ago, and I will say it again this time when you come back. After your grandfather passed away, his property It is divided into two parts, as your mother's and mine's dowry. My share is brought to Serbia's Ti home, and your mother's share is kept by me as a guardian because you are not an adult. Next year, you will officially When I'm an adult, I'll give you your mother's dowry and end my worries."

Winters originally thought that my aunt was going to say something about a major event, but didn't expect it was about inheritance. Winters is a posthumous son, his father died twenty years ago as a second lieutenant, and his mother died young.

Although until now, Kesha strictly forbids anyone and her nephew to mention the details of the elder sister's death, only saying that it was caused by illness. But Winters was careful and thoughtful, and he got the real answer after a few rounds: his mother, Kesha's elder sister, died of a postpartum emergency.

But he wasn't really touched by it. In his opinion, his aunt was his mother, and his uncle treated him like his own son.

He cares more about the close relatives who raised him than the biological parents he has never met. Since the aunt didn't want him to know the truth, he pretended not to know until now.

"Auntie, I've said it several times, you can dispose of this money, you can put it into the family account book, or take it to Ella as a dowry, I don't have any. Opinion." Winters is very opposed to Kesha's steadfast attitude not to use a share of her nominal property.

Kesha may be worried about the rumors of outsiders, but in Winters' view, the hard work spent in raising a gu gu baby into an adult cannot be exchanged for no amount of gold.

"Silly boy, you still have to start a family and start a business, and you need a lot of money. I replaced your mother's dowry with real estate in the port area, which has increased a lot in the past 20 years." Kesha As she spoke, her eyes were wet again, and she lovingly helped Winters to trim her hair: "My nephew is already a young man, Elizabeth [referring to Winters mother, the same name as Winters cousin] saw you growing in Divine Kingdom. up, I must be very happy, and when I meet her in the future, I can kiss her face proudly."

During the conversation, the carriage stopped, and the coachman reminded softly: "Madam, the Mewa family It's here."

Kesa wiped her tears and returned to Mistress's tone: "Thank you, Mr. Barto."

Winters left the car first, then supported Ke Sarah walked off the carriage.

The carriage stops at a chic storefront that occupies a width of about five meters in a row of stone houses.

The door is painted black, so clean that you can smell the lacquer that hasn't dried out yet. A pair of scissors and a set of needles and needles were painted with golden paint on the door, and below the pattern was written [Mewa brother's house] in flamboyant in cursive.

And the most eye-catching design is not the door, but the wall.

The two sides of the store door are not brick walls, but small pieces of transparent flat glass fixed with wooden frames. Behind the glass, wooden mannequins display elegant sets of finished garments. Gorgeous women's clothing is the main, and elegant men's clothing is supplemented.

The price of this kind of small transparent flat glass is not cheap. The average citizen only buys a few pieces to make windows at most, and most people use wooden shutters. Using this fragile material as a wall, the designer is called great generosity, and the imagination is amazing.

It's just as luxurious to paint a sign with golden paint, and it's not gold leaf but gold dust. Pigments are expensive consumables, and golden pigments are even more so. Winters didn't learn how to paint, but knew that he couldn't make golden unless he used gold dust.

Melwa's brother's tailor shop made Winters stunned. He couldn't help but ask the shopkeeper: Aren't you afraid that thieves will come and tear down your shop at night?
"Isn't it good?"

"But all these glasses and paints have to be paid by the customer in the end?"

"Let's go." Kesha held Winters in her arms , dragged Winters into the store.

The bell on the door frame was banged, and several well-dressed ladies and young ladies were choosing fabrics in the store. Compared with them, Winters no longer felt that Auntie's dress was exaggerated. Where is the tailor shop here, it is clearly the arena.

A handsome young man with the appearance of a tailor hurried up to meet him. This man had a tape measure on his shoulders, and was wearing a rare simple workwear in this splendid sea of flowers.

He walked up to Kesha with a warm smile, took off his hat, gave a salute, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Mrs. Serbia, you haven't been to the shop for too long. I can't see you. , my inspiration is exhausted."

If another ordinary person said this sentence, it would definitely make people feel hypocritical and disgusting. But this handsome young man's expression, posture and tone have the right benefits, even knowing that he is talking politely makes life not disgusting.

Kesha remained unmoved, smiled and asked: "Then you have a lot of inspiration, how many ladies have you said this to?" Like this level of flattery, she already has quite high resistance.

"But you are the most beautiful of them all." The tailor, who did not know which of the Mewa brothers, did not impress Mrs. Serbia, began to attack from the flanks, and instead praised the man beside her. A young man: "Who is this handsome guy? He's just born with a coat hanger."

Winters blushed when he heard this, but this young tailor could face doesn't change Speaking in a sincere tone shows that life is not easy.

But the effect was also excellent, Kesha smiled brightly: "This is my nephew, who just graduated from the Interprovincial Military Academy and is now serving in the Army Headquarters."

The young tailor is another A lot of ingenious compliments made Kesha elated. Winters saw several ladies in the store sneaking glances at him, only to feel even more shy, and quickly said: "Aren't we here to make clothes?"

"Okay, take the size first." The young tailor led Winters to a small clean room at the back of the store and began to measure Winters.

Winters has always been observant. Most of the shop is female, and it should be measured by another female tailor. It's just that there is only one male tailor in front of the shop, and there are only a few child laborers left, who seem to be apprentices.

And Winters heard the subtle sound of tailoring in the interior of the shop. He thought to himself: maybe this Mewa brother is actually Mewa siblings.

"What are you going to do with a suit?" the tailor got to the point, not asking Winters at all, but Kesha.

"Two sets of uniforms and one dress." Kesha thought about it for a while, then opened the mouth and said: "Make another lieutenant's uniform."

In the military academy, The uniforms of the students are tailored by the school. But out of the military academy, the officers' uniforms have to be paid for by the officers themselves.

The officer class of the Union Army was inevitably influenced by the old aristocracy. Just like the aristocrats who brought their own equipment and attendants in the old era, the officers of the new era also have to bring their own uniforms, horses, and accessories. Sword and so on.

These unwritten rules constitute an invisible threshold. Bud said that if he didn't go overseas, he couldn't even afford a military uniform, which is not a lie.

“I can’t wear a lieutenant’s uniform yet.” Winters hurriedly reminded his aunt.

Kesha disagreed: "Can't you wear it next year? Do it in advance, and save it in the future."

Winters knew that she didn't have a say in life. right, and no longer object.

Kesha sat beside her, flipping through a folio, what appeared to be an atlas of Maywa's brother's designs, and the seamstress was busy beside Winters.

But Winters remembered the case at the dock, and thoughts move pretended to ask casually: "Are you making a cloak here?"

"A cloak? Do you want to make a cloak? You We can do it if needed," said the seamstress, measuring Winters' waist.

"Listen to this, it seems that Mewa's brother doesn't usually make cloaks?"

The male tailor replied with a smile: "The shop usually makes more delicate clothes, such as cloaks. I really haven't done it."

"How many tailors are there in Hailan City?"

"Not many, less than one hundred." The male tailor added another sentence. : "Many people don't go to the tailor's shop to find us to make clothes. Most of them buy the fabrics and make them themselves."

Hearing this, Winters understood that the idea of trying to find a black robed man from a tailor was not a good idea. Reality. Those assassin's cloaks don't have to be custom-made by outside tailors, they can also be sewn by a maid who knows sewing.

But even if there is a clue, Winters is not willing to give up, he politely asks the male tailor: "Can you help me find out which tailor in Hailan City has recently received the job of ordering a black cloak. Is it?"

"No problem." The male tailor asked politely: "Are you looking for who?"

Winters lightly replied with a smile: "I want to find some black Cloak friend."

"You're looking for clothes, rather than fabrics," the tailor said casually, writing down the measurements in a small notebook.

“Looking for fabrics?”

“There are more than 40 sewing suppliers in this sea blue city, each of which has slightly different fabrics. You bring the fabrics, and I will If you can roughly tell which fabric it is, and then ask who the fabric dealer supplies, it will be much easier to continue looking for it.”

This is indeed a good way, but unfortunately Winters does not have There are no assassin fabrics. He thought about the situation at that time, but couldn't say why.

"What material? Linen? Cotton? Wool? Silk?" asked the male tailor.

Winters struggled to remember how the cloak felt when he scuffled with the black robed man: "I don't know, all I know is that it's a good material. It's dense, but not as smooth as silk."

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"Then it should be wool or cotton." The male tailor made a judgment: "I will help you find out, but there are many cloth dealers selling cotton and wool fabrics in the city, so don't expect me too much."

"You have a job."

After the size measurement, the rest is to pick the fabric. In this process, Winters has completely turned into a puppet. Under the command of Kesha, the male tailor brought one kind of fabric after another for Kesa to choose, and again and again let Winters stand on the small table and put the fabric on Winters to see the reality. Effect. After choosing the fabric, I started to choose the style.

Winters thought it was just a trip to the tailor's shop to take measurements, which would be over soon.

But when the exhausted Winters and the happy Kesha returned home, it was almost dark.

In the mansion, Antonio has been waiting for a long time, playing with the cat in the living room to pass the time. As soon as Winters entered the house, he was immediately stopped by Antonio. His uncle said solemnly: "Follow me, there is an urgent matter."

The method of making small pieces of flat glass appeared in the German region in the eleventh century , and later spread to the Italian peninsula. The Venetians improved the process and were able to make transparent glass at least in the fourteenth century, but at that time, colored glass was more valuable.

The method of making large pieces of transparent glass is relatively late, and it only appeared in 1674.

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