Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 58

2021-12-19

Chapter 58 The Duelist Club
The usual activities of the Duelist Club are held by Colonel Bozukhov Held in another courtyard.

Colonel Bozukhov was well known, and Winters had heard of the well-known playboy and dueling expert in the Army when he was on the ground.

In Hailan City, which is full of rich merchants, the salary of an officer is nothing. But Colonel Bozukhov, an officer from a wealthy merchant family, had inherited a fortune that he could splurge on his hobby.

Because of his warm-hearted personality and superb sword technique...and his rich family fortune, Colonel Bozukhov became the manager and organizer of the Duelists Club, and generously provided his own courtyard to the club. Make an event venue.

That is, he provided Major Moritz with a mixed list, so Winters had to "take" the real list instead of the two commanders.

"Moritz has been exposed, and I've never been in the Duelists' Club. Bozukhov will be wary of the two of us, but no one will notice you, a trainee officer, no? People care about where a warrant officer trains."

Lieutenant Colonel Field explained why this task could only be done by Winters: "And you've just come back from the Interprovince, like sword techniques, and you're a member of the Duelist's Club. The event is completely reasonable."

Lieutenant Colonel patted Winters' shoulders and said emotionally: "You are the person Moritz and I trust most, and there is no other officer in the entire Army who is worthy of us except you. Two people trust, so we give this task to you. Are you going to betray our trust?"

Time goes back to the present, and the sun has set. Most of the city was plunged into darkness, but Colonel Bozukhov's courtyard was brightly lit.

The three of Winters had just arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

"Damn it." Winters scolded inwardly, "Why did I agree to it when my brain was hot?"

It's easy for newcomers to be half-forced to do things they don't want to do. Do things because they didn't know they could say "No", which Winters does now.

"Huh! It's lavish." Andrei clicked one's tongue in wonder and handed the reins to the servant in the porter: "This duelist club is rich enough."

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Although rich people may not light a lot of lights, people who can light a lot of lights must be very rich. This is a simple and rude way to distinguish.

"It's not that the club has money, but the sponsors." Lieutenant Colonel Conter explained to Andre with a smile.

The best way to get just and honorable into Colonel Bozukhov's house is to take part in the Duelists Club's weekly Wednesday and Friday nights.

Obviously Colonel Bozukhov had become wary of Major Moritz, and Winters was of course impossible to be introduced by Moritz to join the club.

So he went through Antonio's relationship to find Lieutenant Colonel Conter of the third Legion as his recommender, and by the way, he also pulled Andre over to cover.

As for Bud? The bard sword technique for external admissions is pretty sparse, and it's also very uninteresting in things like duels.

Winters took out two pieces of candy from the packet and fed it to Qiangyun. The horse snorted happily and licked Winters's hand.

"Leave this horse alone, don't put it with other horses." He instructed the servants of the Bozukhovs and handed the reins to him.

The servant nodded in a striped livery took the three horses away.

"What's wrong with luck?" Contaire asked curiously.

Winters sighed, reluctantly replied: "I seem to have smelled a little mare the other day, and then I started fighting with my fellow horse, biting my mane all over my mouth."

Andrei laughed heartily: "It's not good for a son."

The three of them said while laughing and entered the Bozukhov Courtyard.

It wasn't until he stepped into the Duelists Club that Winters first discovered that the atmosphere of the entire club was unusually relaxed and natural. There is no introduction, oath, etc. the brother will be ceremony. After registering in the guest book at the entrance, you can move freely.

No wonder Major Moritz said that he was drinking and chatting in the Duelist Club, because most of the people in the club were eating, drinking and chatting, and many people brought their female relatives.

This is a far cry from Winters' imagining of a group of serious men fiddling with muskets and swords in a secret room.

"Brother Contaire! You haven't been here for a while."

I didn't see him, so I heard his voice first.

A tall, ruddy-faced man with curly brown hair came over with a big laugh and gave Lieutenant Colonel Comteel a bear hug.

"I not only came by myself, but also brought two 'fresh blood' here - Winters and Andrea." Lieutenant Colonel Contell pointed to the two Winters introduced: "Both It's a genuine Veneta, a warrant officer who came back from the province this time."

Lieutenant Colonel Conter patted the brown curly-haired man's arm again: "This curly bear is the master here, The organizer of the Duelists Club, Colonel Bozukhov."

The pronunciation of "Colonel" was deliberately prolonged by Contell, and Winters and Andre subconsciously salute. Bozukhov reached out to stop the two of them, punched Lieutenant Colonel Contell on the shoulder, and said with a bold smile: "What military salute? Contell and I were born a few years earlier. This is where people like swords. A place where friends get together to play, regardless of military rank, only about sword techniques. How about it? If you are interested, do you want to go up and play tonight?"

"What are you doing? Two little Juniors. The first time Brother came, let people play swords, isn't this cheating?" Konter said to Bozukhov: "At least let people familiarize themselves with the atmosphere, right?"

Bozukhov laughed heartily: "sword technique is the best when you first leave school, don't you know that? Then you, the referrer, take the responsibility and lead them around."

Then he He looked towards Winters and Andrei again: "You're welcome, take this as your own home, if you need anything, please come to me."

Speak, Bozukhov and San The man nodded his greetings and returned to the living room.

"Come on, let me walk around this mansion, the toilets here are very hard to find. If you find this place interesting, you can come by yourself in the future... Welcome to bring a female companion." Kong Lieutenant Colonel Thiel brought Winters and Andre two glasses of wine and led two warrant officers around the first floor of the mansion.

Contel is not exaggerating, the toilets in the Bozukhov courtyard are really hidden.

Winters found that Contel was very familiar with this place, and secretly speculated that the lieutenant colonel should also be a core member of the Duelist Club.

In the hall, Lieutenant Colonel Bozukhov tapped the glass with a silver spoon, and a few crisp sounds attracted everyone's attention. The guests in the club spontaneously vacated a space in the hall and formed a circle.

Two swordsmen in full armor stepped out and stood in the open space in the center of the hall.

"Gentlemen and ladies, please allow me to introduce the two players in the first group tonight." Bozukhov stood between the swordsmen and introduced them aloud.

Winters didn't care to listen to what Bozukhov was saying, and when everyone's attention was in the middle of the field, he knew his chance was coming.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he whispered to his two friends.

"Can you spot the way?" Lieutenant Colonel Contell asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, you won't get lost."

In order not to arouse anyone's vigilance, Major Moritz didn't show up at all tonight. The Major drew Winters the complete plan of the Bozukhov Courtyard, not only the first floor, but also the second floor.

The ground floor of this courtyard is used as a meeting room and event area, and all guests have unrestricted movement. However, the second floor, which is separated by a floor, is not open to the public, and the stairs leading to the second floor from the hall on the first floor have been rebuilt and sealed off.

Downstairs is the city that never sleeps, welcoming all guests, while upstairs is Bozuhof's private space. There was a reception room, Bozukhov's office, and several bedrooms—though the Bozukhovs didn't live here.

Winters' goal is Bozukhov's office, where all the Duelists' Club documents are kept.

The reason why Lieutenant Colonel Field chose the method of "robbing without being discovered" is because the Bozukhov Courtyard is completely a functional building without any property. The defense here is similar to that of a private house, or even worse than that of a private house, almost undefended.

Winters left the hall quietly, reciting the words of Lieutenant Colonel Field: "A third-rate thief steals in a night suit, and a first-rate thief steals in a dress. The more relaxed you are, the better you will be. The safer it is."

After meditating three times, he grabbed the raised wood on the outer wall of the house and climbed up.

"Lieutenant! If people see me climbing the wall, I'll be arrested even if I wear a crown?" Winters in the heart angrily scolded Lieutenant Colonel Field.

After the renovation, there is only one entrance to the second floor of the courtyard, and a servant is guarding the door. Only guests who are close to Bozukhov can pass. So Winters can only climb the wall.

Thinking about it doesn't help, whether anyone is watching or not, Winters gritted his teeth and used all his strength to climb up. This is the most dangerous part of the whole plan, and if you get caught halfway through the climb, you're done.

Fortunately, no exclamations were heard until Winters climbed onto the balcony.

Everything was going well, but Winters' heart was beating so hard that he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. He took a few deep breaths and examined the balcony carefully.

As Lieutenant Colonel Field had expected, the wooden door to the balcony was locked from the inside. As planned, Winters pulled out a thin short blade from his boots, slid into the crack of the door, and easily opened the latch.

Recalling the floor plan drawn by Major Moritz, Winters walked down the hallway to Bozukhov's office. There was an iron lock hanging on the office door, which was brute-forced directly by Winters.

Lieutenant Colonel Field didn't expect Winters to rapidly grow into a snitch capable of sneaking locks, nor did he intend to sneakily snatch a list. The lieutenant colonel just wanted to tell Bozukhov, if you don't give it to me, I will get it too.

So Winters brute-forced the lock all the way, and finally opened the drawer of Bozukhov's file rack. The Duelist Club doesn't really have a "core member list", and Bozukhov doesn't copy the names of those core members one by one on the parchment.

What Field wanted was the Duelists Club's financial bills, donation records, meeting minutes, everything that recorded the names of those closely involved with the club.

Winters took out a polished copper sheet, and rummaged through the documents under the light green shimmer of the light spell, piling up all the documents that seemed to be useful.

Things were going so well that Winters felt his fingers twitching with excitement.

The thing has been received, the only thing left is how to leave.

3 minutes later, at the entrance of the second floor of the Bozukhov Special Courtyard, the servant at the gate opened the door for Winters attentively, and Winters nodded and walked out.

This was the luckiest and most cheeky part of the whole plan, and Field concluded that such gatekeepers would only pay attention to those who came in, not those who went out. As long as Winters looks calm and natural, he can go out just and honorable.

Out of the door, Winters turned into the garden and picked up a bundle of papers from the bushes. Winters brought out all the documents that came with it, but it was too thick to carry around, and it stood out in the hand.

He quickly witted in an emergency, tied the papers in bundles and threw them through the window into the garden bushes.

Everything went perfectly as planned, Winters slipped quietly into the stable, the groom just dozed off at the door and didn't notice him at all. He found Qiangyun, put the documents in a saddlebag, and fed him a candy bar by the way.

Now, Winters just returned to the lobby on the first floor as usual, and explained why he had to go to the toilet for so long with "I stopped by to see if the horse was on a leash alone", and after a while. After leaving with two friends, you can take the files away in top secret.

As he whistled out of the stable, a man in a long-brimmed hat and a brown hunting suit entered the stable. The man kicked the groomer's leg, waking him up, as if to fetch the horse.

Winters subconsciously surveyed the man, who was not as tall as Winters, the top half of his face was covered by a hat, and Winters could only see below his nose.

This man has a messy beard on his jaw. It's not the kind of beard that has been deliberately saved and trimmed. It looks like he hasn't shaved in seven or eight days.

Winters thought the chin was a little odd, but it wasn't until after twenty steps out that he realized what was wrong: the wrong color.

The color of the front of the man's jaw is not normal, not because of the dim lighting, nor because of the beard. It was a color that Winters was very familiar with, and Winters had seen it many times on himself, the purple bruises his body had bruised after being hit hard.

Winters immediately turned back to the stable and strode over to the man in the hunting suit. patted his shoulder and asked him with a smile, "My friend, is the chin injury healed?"

A normal person should look back when patted on the shoulder, but that person was shocked and said nothing. Hair, neither ignore Winters, nor look back at Winters.

Winters smiled at him again and said, "I have your sword and gun with me. If you want, I'll send it to you?"

Winters kept staring at each other. hand, after saying this, the other party's fist clenched.

Originally, Winters didn't dare to confirm the identity of this person, and just made a tentative statement, but seeing the other party's reaction, he already fully understood.

No more bullshit, Winters raised his long arm fiercely and punched him in the back of the head, and he was now convinced that the guy in front of him was the assassin he kicked in the jaw.

This assassin didn't expect Winters to attack, and was hit hard in the back of the head, instantly dizzy and eyes blurred. But he also had his own back-up, turning around and slamming Winters in the face.

Winters, who was just about to take advantage of the victory, was thrown at the grass clippings and pieces of straw, and a foreign object entered his eyes. In an instant, tears flowed, and he couldn't see anything.

Assassin quietly grabbed a handful of scraps from the manger while Winters was speaking, and smothered Winters.

The groom watched in horror as the two gentlemen began to fight before they finished speaking.

Winters can't open his eyes now, his eyes are stinging, but his blood is also aroused. He moved towards assassin and threw himself towards him, wanting to scuffle with him, but he threw himself in vain.

A man reached out and grabbed his arm, and Winters immediately overwhelmed the other with a punch.

"Oh, I'm the groom, the groom." The man who was beaten begged for mercy.

Winters had heard the assassin's voice, unlike the one begging for mercy, and he gasped, "Where's that guy?"

"The lord is gone."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know where you are going... You should blow your eyes quickly, don't rub, or there will be a major event."

"Where are you going?" p>

The groom ran to get clean water, helped Winters to rinse his eyes, and muttered: "No bleeding, no major event if there is no bleeding. Don't rub the straw in your eyes, those small pieces. The edges are sharp like knives, and it's all over with a rub..."

After the foreign object was washed away, Winters' vision finally returned. He asked the groom with red eyes, "Where did that man run to?"

The groom spreads his hands: "I saw the old man running out of the stable."

"Did he ride?"

"No."

Hearing this, Winters rushed out of the stable without a word and headed straight for the hall.

The Bozukhov Courtyard is in the outskirts. Without a mount, you can't go anywhere. The other party is now in the Courtyard.

Contaire and Andre looked surprised at Winters, who had come back with wet hair and red eyes after saying he was going to the bathroom.

"What's wrong with you?" Andre said bluntly: "You fell into the cesspool?"

"I..." Winters was almost mad at him: "I... "

He was interrupted by a loud bang, the main entrance of the hall was slammed open, and a man rushed in and shouted in panic: "We were attacked."

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