Iron Powder and Spellcaster

[Fayeka Mansion]

Alas, not only your son, but also all the young men who bought a family background with Major Sandel are now in the hands of the blood wolf.

When saying the word [blood wolf], Fayeka deliberately changed to another accent, but still shivered uncontrollably. Obviously, Artemis' overnight change left him with indelible mental scars.

No matter who pleads for mercy, no matter how much blood is shed, that person will not let go at all. Fayeka lightly pointed to the top of his head: Now, half of the city of Artemis is working for him. You You mean, he’s just too short for those dozens of arms that dig into the earth?”

Old Ma Jiya listened attentively.

Fayeka pretended to be profound and asked, Or does he lack dozens of good hostages?

Old Martiya was silent. He once again thought of the parting words of the officer named Lannis.

Mr. Mattia, I can bet you that the saddlebag weighed when you left here and how heavy it will be when you return from Artemis. Because no matter how much gold and silver you can give, it will not shake your will. Will. But you are not someone who will be easily persuaded, so I won’t stop you. Besides, I don’t think it’s a bad thing for you to go to Artemis.”

The young officer laughed enthusiastically: Because there is no one who can't be impressed by Your Excellency after meeting him.

Old Ma Jiya put her hands on her knees, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and recalled what she had seen and heard along the way.

The almost fanatical confidence in the Blood Wolf revealed in the young officer's words was still clearly imprinted in old Majiya's mind, making him feel inexplicable fear.

Okay. Old Ma Jiya suddenly opened her eyes and stood up to dress without any delay: I'll go back right away.

No! What are you in a hurry for? Fayeka quickly grabbed his old friend and hurriedly explained: Even if it is destined to be fruitless, you should go see the tribune.

Old Ma Jiya frowned.

However, it's not 'that' tribune. Fayeka pretended to be a tribune. He deliberately drawled his voice and said proudly: It was another tribune, the real tribune - Ba Your Excellency, don't worry, I have a way to introduce you to him.

Old Majia thought for a moment and asked: How many tribunes are there?

Uh... quite a few. Fayeka looked quite embarrassed: I don't know much about the small circle of rebels.

This one is different?

Hey, you don't understand. Fayeka pushed his old friend back to his seat, poured himself half a glass of wine, and poured all the wine down his throat with a tilt of his neck.

Under the influence of alcohol, Fayeka mysteriously explained to his old friend: These rebel brats are very different from the 'officials' we saw when we were on errands for His Majesty. Those guys are smart and talkative. It's powerful, and the whip can be harsh, but we know only too well what kind of rot is inside the skin.

Old Ma Jiya didn't understand what her old friend wanted to say, but she still listened carefully.

As for the rebels, these brats are friendly and kind on the surface, more like the official army than the official army. But don't be deceived by them. Each of these brats has a harder heart and a darker hand. Yeka lowered her voice subconsciously: Do you know how many people they used to kill Artemis?

Without waiting for his old friend to respond, Fayeka raised five fingers, stared and asked himself: Five hundred! Just five hundred people. As soon as the man's battle flag was revealed, the rebel leader went crazy. Charge forward. Major Sandel didn't even let out a loud fart, and he was pressed to death! The ancestral sword was taken away.

Old Ma Jiya gradually understood her old friend's thoughts, and her expression became more solemn.

Old friend, I'm just telling you this. I'm thinking that the government wants to suppress this group of rebels... Fayeka slapped her thigh: It's difficult! It's too difficult! You have to shed a lot of blood and spend a lot of effort! Even if the government can win in the end, it will definitely take a lot of time.

Fayeka pointed to old Majiya drunkenly, and then to himself: We still have to get along with the rebels! You can't hide by covering your head! In case of a recruitment attack by the government, If you think about it, the days will be longer!”

Old Ma Jiya did not say a word, but his tightly pursed lips showed that he agreed with his old friend's opinion.

So. Fayeka poured herself another glass of wine helplessly, knocked on the table and said, You have to go see the rebels, you can't hide, you can't hide!

Old Ma Jiya stared at his hands and suddenly exhaled a long breath. Along with this breath, there were some inexplicable and unexplainable things that left his body.

This Lord Bard. Old Matiya asked in a deep voice, What kind of person is he?

That's a good man. Fayeka became energetic and introduced enthusiastically: He is different from other rebel leaders - he is pious, knowledgeable, kind, and easy to talk to. It is said that he also studied in a monastery. Don't worry, he may not be able to intercede for you, but he will be willing to listen to your complaints. You should go see him, so that your trip to Artemis is not in vain.

Old Ma Jiya asked again: When can you arrange for me to visit Lord Bader?

You can do it at any time. Don't worry, Lord Bader is working at the old garrison and will receive petitioners throughout the day.

You take me there now.

Why are you in such a hurry? Fayeka was shocked.

Old Ma Jiya insisted: Go now.

Well, take your little son with you and let him see the world. Fayeka scratched his thinning scalp and said frankly: I won't accompany you. To be honest, when I step into the old village Everything scares me. I'll ask the butler to take you there, don't worry, it won't delay things.

Old Ma Jiya nodded.

Did Tasso come with you? Fayeka asked with concern.

outside.

Why is he still like this? What's there to be embarrassed about? Fayeka laughed kindly, got up and saw his old friend out: Then let's let your little son go with you, and let Tasso stay and drink with me. . Don’t worry, the rebels have maintained good public security among other things, and even the streets are much cleaner. You go back quickly, and you can still make it in time for dinner...

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[Artemis Station]

The former Artemis garrison has now been requisitioned as the office space of the Tiefeng County Army.

A large number of civil servants from Gévaudan occupied this place, changing the appearance of the originally solemn and quiet two-story stone building.

Any space that can support a small table has been divided up by clerks, accountants and scribes; clerks and errand boys come in and out, bringing a snowflake of requests and sending away a snowflake of answers.

The Tiefeng County Army's large-scale purchases in Wargne County not only made the logistics organization under Bard's control the most popular department in the army, but also made the Gervaudan Accounting School famous in Wargne County.

The citizens of Artemis are either asking how to register for Gevaudan Accounting School or whether Lord Blood Wolf will also open an accounting school in Artemis.

After all, being able to learn grammar and arithmetic for free is like pie in the sky.

There is obviously a very wide room for deniability between learning accounting in a school run by the rebels and joining the rebels.

For a time, the small gray stone building of the old garrison became the focus of Artemis.

At the end of the second-floor corridor of this small stone building, in front of a small desk placed close to the corner, a clerk stood up with a groan.

The clerk moved his stiff neck and shoulders, trudging between stool legs, backs and walls, and finally reached the conference room at the other end of the corridor with difficulty.

To facilitate access, the door panels of the conference room have been removed. The clerk knocked on the door frame and walked in after receiving permission.

The contract sent by Molin Trading Company has been copied. The clerk put a piece of parchment with the ink on the table that was not yet dry: Mr. Angelou.

Angelou on the other side of the long table took the parchment and checked it line by line.

First benefiting from Brother Rhett's enlightening education, and then benefiting from someone's full education with sticks, the young stable boy's cultural level has made considerable progress.

He checked the contents of the transcript, calculated the numbers again, and then put the parchment into the waiting for submission basket.

Although the office was not Angelou's favorite place, he still managed the hundreds of clerks as neatly as a herd of horses.

Thank you. Angelou smiled and nodded - care and encouragement have always been important skills in horse training: Among so many scribes, you are the only one who never makes mistakes.

It should be. The clerk didn't intend to leave just yet, but wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the supervisor.

He rubbed his neck a little exaggeratedly and glanced at the several small baskets on the table. In each basket, there were piles of documents waiting to be submitted. According to Lord Bard's work efficiency, this situation will generally not occur.

Your Excellency Bud is still waiting for guests? the clerk asked flatteringly.

yes.

Oh, it's true, Your Excellency Montagne. The clerk complained half-seriously: Either you don't show up, or you spend money like water when you show up. Your Excellency is happy, but he keeps us busy. You should invite Madam here. , I will teach you a lesson.

Gold placed in a warehouse is no different from stone. It's a good thing to be able to use it - the money spent is money. Angelou frowned - proper whipping is also an important skill in horse training: Don’t you have anything else to do now?”

The clerk immediately resigned in a sensible manner.

Looking at the crowded corridor outside the door, Angelou pulled his hair several times in distress.

Compared to an office with boring work and turbid air, the endless wilderness makes him feel more relaxed. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but envy Bell - the little hunter must be having fun on the grassland with his lion at this moment.

Suddenly, the door of the garrison officer's office was opened, and Bard tribune walked out accompanied by a lieutenant wearing an iron mask.

According to prevailing etiquette, clerks should stand. But Bard Tribune had his new rules, so the clerks pretended not to be curious and continued to write.

Bud accompanied the iron-masked lieutenant to the main entrance of the garrison: Senior Morrow, I will send you here.

It's only a few steps away, and I didn't need you to send me there. Moreau still had an attitude of rejecting people from thousands of miles away: I will go back to Gevaudan now.

Please be careful on the road.

Moro nodded briefly, took the reins from the groom, and gestured to the orderlies and guards to prepare to set off.

However, when his right hand had grasped the pommel and the toes of his boots had reached into the stirrups, Moreau suddenly stepped back.

He turned around, stared directly at Bud through his mask, and asked seriously: Why didn't you choose me?

Bud smiled tolerantly and pointed to the northwest: You are talking about that fortress.

It took away most of my manpower and even delayed the progress of my bridge. Aren't you allowed to ask me a question?

What do you want to ask?

In terms of the number of periods, I am in the 16th period and Mason is in the 17th period. He has to call me senior; in terms of resume, I serve in the Standing Corps and Mason raises pigs in the New Reclamation Corps; in terms of ability, Mason is a better person than me. artillery commander, but I consider myself to be as good as him in the engineering business. So no matter what, it is not Mason's turn to take charge of such a project. Moreau's tone was not so much angry as a bit unwilling: Is it because I failed to win your trust?

Bud thought for a while and did not answer directly. He just smiled and asked: Is it true that there is a 'Mason' in the heart of every artillery graduate?

Moreau frowned.

Bud explained: Senior Mason's reaction was exactly the same as yours. Winters and I initially just sent him a letter to discuss the feasibility of setting up a garrison camp in Wargne County - just like the one we sent you letter. But he immediately ran over from Maple Stone City and expanded the garrison camp into a star-shaped fortress based on the drawings.

A few hoarse laughs came out from behind Moreau's iron mask: You want to tell me - I'm late?

Of course not. Bud replied in a moderate tone: I want to say that you don't need to win our trust, because you have already been one of us.

Moreau stood speechless for a long time, and suddenly said with waning interest: Forget it, I already have a bridge, so I won't care about Mason this time.

Bud said no more, just raised his hand in salute.

Morrow mounted his horse, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help it, and said somewhat sourly, If no one repairs the civil fortifications, it will be beyond recognition in less than ten years. But my bridge can stand for a hundred years, and it will even benefit a place a thousand years later. .So...just give it to him!

After that, Moreau waved his riding crop and walked away.

The attendants and guards quickly saluted the Bard tribune and hurried after him.

Bud stood by the main entrance of the garrison, looking in the direction where Mr. Moreau was going, and did not leave for a long time.

What happened? Angelou rushed out of the small building where he was stationed: What's wrong?

Bud sighed and commented with a smile: I thought that only the cavalry department would cultivate people with such strange self-esteem.

Andrea Cellini, Seb Carrington...several figures flashed through Angelou's mind.

What now? Angelou asked cautiously.

Perhaps there is a Mason inside everyone.

[Thanks to the leader of the book friend [Kai Fengqing], thank you very much]

[Captain Moreau's first appearance was on the eve of the Battle of Blood Mud, where he risked his life to assist the Iron Peak County Army in destroying the Teltown pontoon bridge (unsuccessfully). The disability he suffered was due to his repeated escapes while being imprisoned by the Terdun Department and the physical torture he received from the Terdun people]

[After the Blood Mud Battle, Captain Moreau did not leave Tiefeng County with the others and stayed in Gevaudan, responsible for infrastructure work]

[The project led by Mason was able to get on the right track quickly, which was also due to the group of experienced people that Captain Moreau had trained]

[Rekindling the Spark will end in the next chapter]

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