Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 44

2021-02-05

Chapter 44 The thugs
"didn't expect you to move fast, so I can rest assured ," Antonio told Winters with relief on the way home.

"Forget it, I got a slap in the face as soon as you left," Winters said glumly. He subconsciously touched the beaten cheek. Although the physical pain had already disappeared, the mental trauma had not.

"Slapped in the face? Are you in a hurry?"

"Nava Young Lady Lei and I are not what you think, people can understand old sayings."

“en?A woman can understand old language?”

“Anna is not an ordinary woman, I think she is more educated than me.”

Antonio's tone was full of the melancholy of hate iron for not becoming steel: "Why are you so naive? You are so fascinated by Divine Soul that you are fascinated by Divine Soul?"

"Why don't you believe it? ? I really have no intention of going after Nawa Young Lady Lei." Antonio was already prejudiced, and Winters is now at a loss for words: "And I think Nawa Young Lady Lei . . . is sincere."

"Of course Sincerity! If you don't feel sincere, how can you manipulate you?" Antonio asked back, but he changed the subject and said with a smile: "But a man, he has to be deceived by a woman, and he can only mature after being deceived. ."

Winters doesn't want to say anything now. He simply closed his mouth tightly, looked steadily forward, and touched the horse's rib with the heel of his boot. Qiangyun got the order and ran happily.

"Don't be annoyed, what can't we talk about?" Antonio shouted at Winters' back: "Don't ride so fast at night, be careful of breaking your horse's hoof."

Winters didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he heard that he might break his hoof, he slowed down and Antonio chased after him: "Hey, why are you so shy? We all used this stuff when we were young. Be nice."

"Don't say it, I don't have the kind of thoughts you think about Nava Young Lady Lei."

"Okay, okay, don't say it. ' Antonio said kindly, but he sounded like he was trying to appease the shy youngster.

Winters didn't bother to explain. The two rode a section of the road without a word, and Antonio suddenly said with emotion: "Ai, it seems that what I was most worried about back then came true. It's true."

He deliberately lengthened his tone and waited to take it, but Winters didn't answer him at all.

Antonio smacked his lips indifferently, and said to himself, "Do you know what the Army Officer Academy was built on?"

Winters was heartbroken when he heard this question. Thought: "Isn't it college?" But he didn't want to talk to Antonio now, so he kept his mouth shut.

"If you think it's university, you're wrong." Antonio asked himself and answered, "University is where youngsters study, drink and fight, have you experienced it? Army officer Academy It is a monastery model. You are actually a cultivator of painstaking cultivation with military status in the military academy. With little communication with the outside world, the military academy is the whole world.”

Antonio continued: “The military academy has just been established. At the time, it was nothing. When my father and I went to military school, one was sixteen and the other was seventeen, and we were almost adults. But the Union province has added preparatory schools and preschools. Now it is your generation, nine years old. I was sent to the military school and rose all the way. After ten years of monastery life, I have almost no social experience. I don't know if this model is good or not, but I have now confirmed one thing, once you meet Judith, you are all Holofernes."

Judith approached his coveted enemy, General Holofernes, while he was drunk. Although not a believer, Winters knew this famous story contained in the scriptures.

But Winters didn't want to hear these words at all, he waved his horsewhip, moved towards the house and galloped away.

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second day Early in the morning, Winters said hello to Bud and Andre before going to the gendarmerie.

Bud looked around the strong fortune three times, tsk tsk praised. After seeing Qiang Yun, Andre couldn't even open his eyes, and he had to ride a ride no matter what.

Wait until Winters and two buddies show off their new toys and get to the door of the gendarmerie. He saw Moluc, the clerk, walking up and down the corridor in a hurry like an ant on a hot pan.

"Morning, Mr. Moluc? Don't have the key?" Winters greeted jokingly.

"You're here, Chief Montagne." Moluc was relieved to see Winters coming: "The people in the garrison command are going crazy, and they sent people in yesterday afternoon to make a big noise. But Neither of the two officers are here, so I can't explain it to them. Someone came again early this morning, so I'm sitting inside?"

In order to get rid of these four stinking corpses, The efficiency of the customs prison is astonishingly fast. As soon as Field and Winters left, the warden brought a few thin wooden boards and nailed them into four crude coffins, and packed the bodies inside and sent them to the Marine Blue Guard Command.

Half of what Colonel Field said was true, but the other half was not false either. He said that there was no morgue at Army Headquarters, which was half true.

But he asked the customs to send the body to the "morgue of the Hailan garrison command", which is ambiguous in nature, because the garrison command also does not have a morgue.

I saw the carriage pulling the corpse from the customs stop at the door, and the officers of the garrison command looked at each other in blank dismay and didn't know what was going on.

When they heard that the garrison headquarters did not have a morgue, the customs officers placed the coffin directly next to the gate of the garrison headquarters, saying that it was "delivered by Lieutenant Colonel Field". Then walked away.

The people in the garrison headquarters were disgusted, literally "disgusted". When the coffin was opened, many officers vomited out on the spot, and the coffin was quickly nailed to death.

Although there is a layer of coffin, it only reduces the odor from the level of vomiting on the spot to the level of discomfort.

These four corpses are now a problem for the garrison command. There is nowhere to put them in the garrison command, nor do they have the courage to throw the four coffins at the gate of the army headquarters.

The head of the gendarmerie department was furious when he heard that the four poison qi coffins were sent by Lieutenant Colonel Field.

He ordered all the staff, aggressively came to the army headquarters, and had to ask Field to "theorize".

But Field wasn't there at the time, Winters had already read the report and went home, leaving Moluc alone in the gendarmerie.

Every injustice has its perpetrator, a group of tall and strong officers can't do anything about this skinny scribe, can't they beat up the little clerk who is trying to accompany and laugh in front of him?

Everyone in the Security Department who punched Cotton returned home in anger. On the second day, a lieutenant colonel was sent over. Must Field gave an explanation and asked Field to quickly get the four bodies away.

Yesterday's Winters still felt guilty for causing trouble to the garrison, but today's Winters has learned that the essence of this case is a political struggle, and it was pushed to the gendarmerie just to disgust Lieutenant Colonel Field.

So Winters has no psychological pressure now, and for the first time in his life has experienced the benefits of a low rank.

He imitated the attitude of the thin guard in the customs prison. After salute, no matter what the lieutenant colonel of the police department said, he always used "I don't know", "I don't know", "I don't know", "I don't know", "I don't know." Just a trainee officer, i am unable to help Lord" to answer.

The lieutenant colonel across from him was furious, but he couldn't do anything about him, after all, a small trainee officer didn't care.

While Winters drank the sugar water poured by Moluc, calmly and composedly took out the customs autopsy report to review, Lieutenant Colonel Field entered the house.

The two lieutenant colonels quarreled as soon as they met, neither listening to the other, both yelling each minding their own business.

This quarrel mode is about voice and imposing manner. So in the end, of course, Lieutenant Colonel Sorcerer Field had the advantage, and he easily suppressed the opponent with amplifying.

Lieutenant Colonel Field roared one after another, spraying saliva on each other's face:
"Those four corpses are important evidence!"

"You put dirty Can't you just give it to me and let you keep a piece of evidence?"

"There is no morgue at the headquarters, so what's wrong with putting it there temporarily?"

"If you are not satisfied, then Take the case back!"

He banged the table as he roared, and the entire Army Headquarters could hear it clearly.

How can the power of magic be within the reach of human beings? The lieutenant colonel of the police department couldn't match Feld's voice. Seeing that he could only suffer a loss here, he left angrily.

Lieutenant Colonel Field beat the drowning dog: "Don't bury it! It's not good to keep the evidence, it's all your responsibility if you can't close the case!"

The anger is a little out, but the case still remains Gotta check.

Field called in four Ten Men Squads, and Winters led the gendarmerie straight to the pier.

Seeing the Lucian horse that Winters was riding, Fields was quite surprised: "Isn't this 'good luck'?"

Winters stroked the horse's long neck : "It's called 'Strong Luck' now."

Field nodded, can't see any thoughts.

Arriving at the dock, Winters discovered that Lieutenant Colonel Field's investigation was actually no different from that of the Customs Guard Division. They are all looking for witnesses, interrogating and investigating all the way.

Since ancient times, the Law Enforcer investigates cases in this way. First, they find witnesses. If there are no witnesses, they investigate little by little. After finding the suspect, they use torture tools, and finally close the case.

Winters thought that since Officer Lopp had gotten no results with this set, Lieutenant Colonel Field would certainly not have gotten any more useful information.

But he didn't say anything, just worked silently.

The gendarmerie in the Military Police Department of the Army Headquarters is essentially a guard, and they have their own job - standing guard.

Lieutenant Colonel Field waved his hand and sent people to the dock to investigate the case, which actually encroached upon the rest time of these soldiers.

So the morale of the soldiers was low and their attitudes were negative. One by one, they drowsily questioned the residents and traders near the dock.

Looking at their tired appearance, even any valuable clues will be missed.

Lieutenant Colonel Field saw the state of the soldiers and understood that it would be meaningless to continue the investigation. So the military police were all disbanded before noon.

"It's not going to go on like this, I've got to think of something new," Field said to Winters, who was sitting across from him, over lunch at the Army Officers Club.

Winters swallowed the bread in his mouth and said boldly, "Wouldn't it be easy if you wanted to close the case?"

"Well, they pushed the dirty work. Give it to me, thinking I'll be at their mercy. But I don't agree with them, so I must check it out."

Field was neither surprised nor disturbed, he glanced at Winters and asked, "It's true You, why jump here when you know I'm a Fire Pit."

"I was very educated by what you said at the introductory session." Winters obediently and honestly said, "I I've never seen anyone who can control the output of amplicon so smoothly as you. I wanted to learn your magic skills, so I came to the gendarmerie."

"Just say what you want, Interesting ." Field poured Winters some light beer: "But Warrant Officer Montagne, you have to think first, whether you want to learn magic skills or kill ability."

Winters understood what the lieutenant colonel was talking about. , the difficulty of spell is not linked to the lethality of spell.

Precisely control the output of the amplifying technique, which is definitely far more difficult to achieve than the blasting technique that can burst the eardrum.

The former is walking a tightrope while the latter is hitting walnuts with a sledgehammer. The latter only requires explosiveness, while the former requires brilliant skills.

"Can't you learn it all?"

"Hahaha, think about all of you sorcerers who are good at burning the Fire Element spell, why is the combat ability far inferior to the sorcerers who specialize in the acceleration spell? "

"The speed-up spell itself is better at combat."

"Wrong! You have learned too much. The training idea of the Magic Warfare Bureau is very wrong. I want to train." A sorcerer who is good at killing is enough to teach only one spell." Field slapped the table:
"The Fire Element now has seven spells, and there are only three accelerations, arrow flying, wind riding, and deflection. . Among them, the only lethal technique is the flying arrow technique, and the sorcerer specializing in the acceleration department will practice this spell to kill the enemy."

"But I think the vaporization technique is obviously more difficult, but the formidable power is far inferior. Flying Arrows."

"You can also practice Flying Arrows."

"I'm not very good at speeding spells. No matter how much I practice, my progress will be very slow."

Field laughed and leaned back, leaning heavily on the back of the chair: "This is where I let you think clearly, what exactly do you want to learn, is your more innate talent spell? Or a spell better suited for killing?"

As Winters chewed on this sentence, the lieutenant colonel's meaning was simple: If the purpose is actual combat, then practice the spell that is most suitable for combat, even if you don't have the innate talent in that area. .

"Think about it for yourself," Field said, pouring himself a light beer. "I can teach you my spell skills. If your starting point is actual combat, you'd better go to my lieutenant. However, he is currently recovering from illness at home, and it will take some time for him to come back."

After finishing speaking, the lieutenant colonel put the knife and fork on the plate and drank the remaining light beer.

There's plenty left on the plate, but the lieutenant colonel doesn't seem to have much appetite.

He said to Winters, "After this meal, let's go look for some dockers and carriagers for clues."

Hearing the word "carriagers", Winters recalled the Palatine coachman at home, who immediately reported to Lieutenant Colonel Field the information on the carrier's secret association, and expressed his speculation: "I think the brother in the coachman's mouth may have helped assassin deal with it. carriage, at least according to what the coachman said, they have this ability."

"Interesting." Field stroked the stubble of his chin, lost in thought.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "You have a good idea, maybe those gutter guys will know something."

He grabbed his hat and got up, urging Winters Said, "Don't eat it. Let's go, let's go to Qianmin Street, but we have to find someone before we go."

"Who?" Winters hurriedly finished the last few mouthfuls of soup.

"Find a thug. You are a Fire Element sorcerer, and I am a sorcerer with a sound system. I have a fart in actual combat? In a place like Qianmin Street, come to four or five people before and after, and we will all be together. You have to explain."

Field unceremoniously demeaned himself: "So we have to find a thug, and I will lead you to the most powerful [thug] in the army headquarters! You want to learn to kill I have to learn from him."

The two hurriedly left the officers' club and rode toward Dongcheng under Field's leadership.

Field finally stopped in front of No. 122 Shell Street, Dongcheng District, a row of beautiful brick and stone houses. A gracious Old Lady in a grey smock and a green floral turban opened the door for Lieutenant Colonel Field. The Old Lady was not surprised to see Lieutenant Colonel, who was obviously a regular here.

Lieutenant Colonel Field bent over to give a salute without being chatty, and bluntly asked: "Is he at home?"

"It should be sleeping." The old man pointed to Pointing upstairs.

Field took the nodded and walked through the door. Winters followed, stooping to give a salute as they passed the old man.

Entering the house, the first thing that catches your eye is a short and narrow hallway. The boots squeak on the wooden floor, indicating that the supporting structure below needs to be repaired.

Go up the stairs to the second floor, there is a small window at the end of the stairs, and on the right hand side is a whole spacious living room.

There are no decorations on the dark red wall coverings, nor are there any shrines or Holy Mother images commonly found in ordinary person homes.

A chaise longue was placed in front of the fireplace, swaying gently in the wind.

Except for a few wine glasses, there are empty wine bottles everywhere on the desk and coffee table.

Lieutenant Colonel Field seemed to have taken it all in. He went straight to a door on the back side of the living room and knocked hard a few times.

No response.

He tapped harder.

Still no response.

He pushed the door again.

I can't push it.

The lieutenant colonel took a few steps back, and fiercely kicked the door open.

There was no light in the room, and a strong smell of hangover emanated from the interior of the room.

Field walked in, skillfully pulling back the curtains and pushing open the wooden windows.

The sunlight entered the room along with the fresh air, and Winters got a clear view of the inside of the room.

This is a small bedroom with a single bed in the corner.

A wardrobe is placed against the wall on the side of the single bed, and a desk is placed opposite the bed. Several clothes hang on the back of the chair in front of the desk.

There was still a person lying on the bed who was sleeping loudly. Field kicked the door and made such a loud noise that the person didn't wake up.

When Field opened the window, light came in.

But the man on the bed just pulled the quilt up and covered his head.

"It's already noon, still sleeping?!" Field said to the person on the bed.

But there was no response from the person on the bed.

Field picked up the wine bottle on the bedside table and looked at the light. There was only half of the liquid inside.

“You started drinking in broad daylight?” The lieutenant colonel was a little angry.

The person on the bed still didn't respond.

Field pulled the quilt away, and the remaining liquid in the wine bottle was poured onto the head of the man on the bed.

The owner of this room suddenly woke up from his sleep and reached out to grab the sword on the ground.

It wasn't until it was clear that Field was standing beside the bed that he sighed in relief and threw the sword back to the ground.

The owner of the room raised his arm and smelled himself, frowned asked: "You didn't pour urine on me, did you?"

"It's your own thing anyway. ." Field shrugged.

The owner of the room pointed to his ears and said loudly, "I can't hear anything right now."

Winters saw the man's face, and a name blurted out:

"Major Moritz?"

Until the nineteenth century, universities were the site of high murder rates. Youngsters with strong hormones like to fight. Michael Hunt's book is to teach college students how to self-protection. There are blade, spear, sword, halberd in it. Not only fights between students and students, students often clash with the surrounding civilians. The public power has always been biased towards the university side - the early universities even had independent judicial power. In 1355, the students of Oxford killed 63 people in a big fight, and finally they were besieged by the citizen archers in St. Mary's Church.

The following is the time of thanks, thanks to the book friend Social Justice Pharaoh for the recommendation ticket, thanks to the book friend 20181013204343295 for the recommendation ticket, and thanks to Zhuying Yunyue for the recommendation ticket. Bow to you all.

(end of this chapter)