Iron Powder and Spellcaster

I didn't expect you to move quite quickly, so I'm relieved. Antonio said to Winters happily on the way home.

Don't mention it, I'll slap you in the face as soon as you leave. Winters said gloomily. He subconsciously touched the slapped cheek. Although the physical pain had long since disappeared, the mental trauma had not.

Being slapped? Are you too anxious?

Ms. Navarre and I are not what you think. People can understand the old language.

Huh? A woman can understand the old language?

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

Antonio's tone was full of melancholy: Why are you so naive? You just met her once and you are so fascinated by her?

Why don't you believe it? I really have no intention of pursuing Miss Navarre. Antonio has already formed a preconception, and Winters can't argue now: And I think Miss Navarre...is very sincere.

Of course it's sincere! If I don't make you feel sincere, how can I manipulate you? Antonio asked, but he changed the subject and smiled: But men have to be deceived by women. Only after being deceived can they mature. .”

Winters didn't want to say anything now. He simply closed his mouth tightly, looked straight ahead, and touched the horse's ribs with the heel of his boot. Qiang Yun got the order and ran happily.

Don't be angry, what can't we talk about? Antonio shouted at Winters' back: Don't ride so fast at night, or you may break the horse's hoof.

Winters originally wanted to ignore him, but when he heard that the horse's hoof might be broken, he still slowed down. Antonio chased him from behind: Hey, why are you so shy? We all took these things seriously when we were young. Nice talk.”

Don't say it. I have absolutely no thoughts about Mademoiselle Navarre as you think.

Okay, okay, stop talking. Antonio said kindly, but his tone sounded like he was comforting the shy young man.

Winters didn't bother to explain, and the two of them rode in silence for a while. Antonio suddenly said with emotion: Oh, it seems that the thing I was most worried about back then has come true.

He deliberately lengthened his tone, waiting for praise, but Winters didn't take his words at all.

Antonio smacked his lips in boredom and continued: Do you know what the Army Officers Academy was based on?

Winters thought to himself when he heard this question: Isn't it a university? But he didn't want to talk to Antonio now, so he kept silent.

If you think it's a university, you're wrong. Antonio asked and answered: College is a place where young people study, drink alcohol, and fight in crowds. Have you ever experienced it? The Army Officers Academy copies the model of a monastery. You In the military academy, they are actually ascetics with military status. They have little communication with the outside world, and the military academy is the whole world.

Antonio continued: When the military academy was first established, it was nothing. When your father and I went to the military academy, one was sixteen and the other was seventeen, and we were almost adults. But the federal provinces added preparatory schools and Early childhood school. Now in your generation, people are sent to military schools at the age of nine and promoted all the way up. After ten years of monastic life, they have almost no social experience. I don’t know if this model is good, but I am sure now. , once you meet Judith, you are all Holovny.

Judith used her beauty to get close to the enemy general Horovni, who coveted her, and beheaded him while the latter was drunk, which ultimately led to the Assyrians' defeat. Although Winters was not a believer, he was aware of this famous story contained in the scriptures.

But Winters didn't want to hear these words at all. He waved his riding crop and galloped away towards home.

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Early the next morning, Winters greeted Bud and Andre before going to the military police station.

Bud looked around Qiang Yun three times and praised him. After Andre saw Qiang Luck, he couldn't take his eyes away and wanted to ride it no matter what.

When Winters and his two companions showed off their new toys, they arrived at the door of the Military Police Department. He saw Moluc, the clerk, walking up and down the corridor in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot.

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

You are here, Chief Montagne. Moluc was relieved to see Winters coming: The people in the security headquarters were going crazy. They sent people to have a big quarrel yesterday afternoon. But the two officers They're not here, and I can't explain it to them. Someone came again early this morning, and they're just sitting inside?

In order to get rid of these four smelly corpses, the efficiency of the customs prison was amazing. As soon as Field and Winters left, the warden got a few thin wooden boards and nailed them into four crude coffins, and put the bodies in them and sent them to the Hailan Security Headquarters.

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

But he asked customs to send the body to the morgue of the Hailan Security Command. The nature of this sentence is very ambiguous, because the Security Command does not have a morgue.

Seeing the customs carriage pulling the body parked at the door, the officers of the security headquarters looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

After hearing that there was no morgue at the Security Headquarters, the customs officer placed the coffin directly next to the gate of the Security Headquarters. He said that Lieutenant Colonel Field asked me to send it here and then walked away.

The people at the garrison headquarters were disgusted, literally disgusted. When the coffin was opened, many officers vomited on the spot, and the coffin was quickly nailed shut.

Although there was a layer of coffins between them, it only reduced the stench from the level of vomiting on the spot to the level of making people physically uncomfortable.

These four corpses now became a problem for the garrison headquarters. There was nowhere to put them in the garrison headquarters, and they did not have the courage to throw the four coffins at the door of the army headquarters.

When the head of the Military Police Division heard that the four poison gas coffins were delivered by Lieutenant Colonel Field, he became furious.

He ordered all his troops and came to the army headquarters aggressively, making sure to theory with Field.

However, Field was not there at the time, and Winters had already finished reading the report and returned home, leaving Moluc alone in the military police department.

The wrongdoer always has his debtor, and a group of big-bodied officers couldn't do anything to deal with this thin scribe. They couldn't beat up the little clerk in front of them who was trying his best to laugh and laugh, right?

After punching the cotton, everyone in the security department returned angrily. The next day, they sent a lieutenant colonel over, demanding an explanation from Field and asking Field to quickly get rid of the four corpses.

Yesterday, Winters would still feel guilty for causing trouble to the Security Department, but today, Winters has learned that the essence of this case is a political struggle, and passing it on to the Military Police was just to disgust Lieutenant Colonel Field.

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

He imitated the attitude of the skinny guard in the customs prison. After saluting, no matter what the lieutenant colonel of the security department said, he would always respond with I don't know, I don't know, or I'm just a trainee officer. I can't do it. Lord to answer.

The lieutenant colonel opposite was furious, but there was nothing he could do. After all, a young trainee officer didn't care.

Just as Winters was drinking the sugar water poured by Moluc and calmly taking out the customs autopsy report to review, Lieutenant Colonel Field entered the room.

When the two lieutenant colonels met, they started to quarrel fiercely. Neither of them listened to what the other said, and they both kept shouting to themselves.

This type of quarrel relies on voice and momentum. So in the end, of course, the spellcaster Lieutenant Colonel Field had the upper hand, and he easily suppressed the opponent with the amplification technique.

Lieutenant Colonel Field yelled one sentence after another, spitting in the opponent's face:

Those four corpses are important evidence!

You're leaving the dirty work to me, even if I ask you to keep the evidence?

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

If you are not satisfied, take the case back!

He roared while banging the table, which could be heard clearly by the entire army headquarters.

Is the power of magic beyond the reach of human beings? The lieutenant colonel of the security department couldn't speak louder than Field. Seeing that he could only suffer a loss here, he left angrily.

Lieutenant Colonel Field beat the drowned dog: Don't bury it! If the evidence is not kept well, it will be your fault if the case cannot be closed!

I'm a little angry, but the case still needs to be investigated.

Field mobilized four ten-man teams, and Winters led the military police straight to the dock.

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

Winters touched the horse's long neck: Now it's called 'Strong Luck'.

Field nodded, with no apparent idea.

After arriving at the dock, Winters discovered that Lieutenant Colonel Field's investigative thinking was actually no different from that of the Customs Guard Division. They are all looking for witnesses, questioning and investigating along the way.

Since ancient times, law enforcement officers have investigated cases in this way. They first look for witnesses, and if there are no witnesses, they investigate step by step. After finding the suspect, they use torture instruments, and finally close the case.

Winters believed that since Officer Lopp did not get any results using this method, then Lieutenant Colonel Field would certainly not get any more useful information.

But he said nothing and just worked silently.

The military policemen of the Military Police Division of the Army Headquarters are essentially guards. They have their own job - standing guard.

Lieutenant Colonel Field summoned people to the dock to investigate the case with a wave of his hand, which actually occupied the soldiers' original rest time.

Therefore, the soldiers' morale was low and their attitude was negative. They lazily asked the residents and traders near the dock one by one.

Judging from their tired appearance, even if there are any valuable clues, they will be missed.

Lieutenant Colonel Field saw the soldier's condition and understood that there was no point in continuing the investigation like this. So all the military police were dismissed before noon.

We can't continue the investigation like this. We have to think of new ways. Field said to Winters, who was sitting across from him, while having lunch in the Army Officers Club.

Winters swallowed the bread in his mouth and said boldly: If you want to close the case, wouldn't it be very simple?

Huh, they put the dirty work on me, thinking that I would be at their mercy. But I didn't do what they wanted. I must find out.

Field was neither surprised nor dissatisfied. He glanced at Winters and asked, It's you, why do you jump here if you know this is a fire pit?

I was very educated by what you said at the introductory meeting. Winters said honestly: I have never seen anyone who can control the output of amplification as smoothly as you. I want to learn your magic skills. , so I came to the Gendarmerie.”

It's interesting to just say what you want. Field poured some light beer for Winters: But Warrant Officer Montagne, you have to think clearly first, whether it is magic skills or the ability to kill enemies that you want to learn.

Winters understood what the Lieutenant Colonel was saying. The difficulty of a spell was not linked to its lethality.

Accurately controlling the output of the amplification technique is definitely much more difficult to achieve than the loud sound technique that can shatter the eardrums.

The former is walking a tightrope, the latter is cracking a walnut with a sledgehammer. The latter only requires explosive power, while the former requires superb skills.

Can't you learn them all?

Hahaha, think about it, you spell casters who are good at burning fire spells, why are your actual combat abilities so much inferior to spell casters who specialize in acceleration spells?

The acceleration spell itself is better at combat.

Wrong! You have learned too much. The Magic Warfare Bureau's training idea is completely wrong. If you want to train spellcasters who are good at killing, just teaching one spell is enough. Field slapped the table:

There are currently seven spells in the Fire Department, and only three in the Acceleration Department: Flying Arrow, Wind Control, and Deflection. Among them, the only one with lethality is Flying Arrow, and spellcasters who specialize in the Acceleration Department practice this one. Kill the enemy with magic.

But I feel that the vaporization technique is obviously more difficult, but far less powerful than the flying arrow technique.

You can also practice the flying arrow technique.

I'm not very good at acceleration spells. No matter how much I practice, my progress is very slow.

Field laughed and leaned back, leaning heavily on the back of his chair: This is where I want you to think clearly. What exactly do you want to learn? Is it a spell that you are more talented in? Or a spell that is more suitable for killing people?

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

Think about it for yourself. Field said while pouring himself a light beer: I can teach you my magic skills. If your starting point is actual combat, then it is best to learn from my adjutant. But he is recovering at home recently. , it will take some time to come back.”

After saying that, the lieutenant colonel put the knife and fork on the plate and drank the remaining light beer in one gulp.

There was plenty of food left on the plate, but the Lieutenant Colonel didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

He said to Winters: After this meal, let's go find some dock workers and coachmen and ask for any clues.

Hearing the word coachman, Winters recalled the Platuan coachman at home. He immediately reported the information about the coachmen's secret society to Lieutenant Colonel Field, and expressed his speculation: I think the coachman's mouth The brotherhood inside may have helped the assassin deal with the carriage, at least according to the coachman, they have this ability.

It's interesting. Field rubbed the stubble on his chin, lost in thought.

After a while, he said: You have a good idea. Maybe those guys in the gutter will know some clues.

He grabbed his hat and stood up, urging Winters: Don't eat. Come on, let's go to Qianmin Street, but we have to find someone before we go there.

Who are you looking for? Winters quickly finished the last few mouthfuls of soup.

Find a thug. You are a fire spell caster, and I am a sound caster. Are they useless in actual combat? In a place like Qianmin Street, if four or five people come and pinch us, we will have to explain everything.

Field disparaged himself unceremoniously: So we have to find a thug. I will lead you to the most powerful [thug] in the Army Headquarters! If you want to learn how to kill, you have to learn from him.

The two hurriedly left the officers' club and rode towards the DC area under the leadership of Field.

Field finally stopped in front of 122 Shell Street in DC, a row of beautiful brick and stone houses. A kind old woman wearing a gray overskirt and a green floral headscarf opened the door for Lieutenant Colonel Field. The old woman was not surprised to see the Lieutenant Colonel. Obviously Field was a frequent visitor here.

Lieutenant Colonel Field bent down and saluted, and asked directly without saying anything, Is he at home?

She must be sleeping. The old lady pointed upstairs.

Field nodded and walked through the door. Winters followed behind and bowed as he passed the old lady.

Entering the house, the first thing you see is a short and narrow corridor. The wooden floor squeaks when you step on it, indicating that the supporting structure below needs repair.

Go straight up the stairs to the second floor. There is a small window at the end of the stairs, and on the right is an entire spacious living room.

There are no decorations hanging on the dark red wall covering, and there are no shrines or statues of the Virgin that are common in ordinary people's homes.

A lounge chair was placed in front of the fireplace, swaying gently in the wind.

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

Lieutenant Colonel Field seemed not to be surprised. He walked straight to a door at the back of the living room and knocked hard several times.

no respond.

He knocked harder.

Still no response.

He pushed the door open again.

Can't push.

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

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

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

Sunlight entered the room along with fresh air, and Winters could see the inside of the room clearly.

This is a bedroom, not large in size, with a single bed in the corner.

There is a wardrobe against the wall on the side of the single bed, and a desk opposite the bed. There were several pieces of clothing hanging on the back of the chair in front of the desk.

There was another person lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Field kicked the door and made such a loud noise, but the person didn't wake up.

When Field opened the window, light came in.

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

It's already noon and you're still sleeping?! Field said to the person on the bed.

But there was no reaction 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 a bottle of liquid left in it.

You started drinking in broad daylight? the lieutenant colonel was a little angry.

There was still no reaction from the person on the bed.

Field pulled back the quilt and poured the remaining liquid in the bottle 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 he saw that it was Field standing beside the bed that he breathed a sigh of relief and threw the sword back to the ground.

The owner of the room raised his arm and smelled himself, frowned and asked, You didn't spill 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 now.

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

Major Moritz?

Until the nineteenth century, universities were hot spots for murder. Young people with strong hormones like to fight. Michael Hunter's book teaches college students how to defend themselves. It contains swords, guns, swords and halberds. Not only are there fights between students, students also often clash with surrounding civilians. Public power has always been biased toward universities—in the early days, universities even had independent judicial power. The common people's grievances had been too deep for too long, and a great liquidation would inevitably occur. In 1355, 63 students in Oxford died in a violent fight, and were finally besieged in St. Mary's Church by citizen archers.

The following is the time for acknowledgment. Thank you to book friend Social Justice Lao Wang for his recommendation vote, thank you to book friend 20181013204343295 for his recommendation vote, and thank Zhuying Yunyue for his recommendation vote. I bow to you all.