Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 339

2021-08-01

Chapter 339 Fire
Jiangbei Province, Rum County, Kaolin Castle.

The old house of the Alpad family has a history of more than half a century, and it is a real "old and broken".

It's not that the ancestors of the Arpad family were shy, but because when the old house broke ground, the Palatu people were still living in the shadow of the Heder tribes, almost every autumn. There are barbarians coming to hit the grass valley.

So in order to take into account both defense and warmth, the doors and windows of the old house of the Alpad family are few and small. The core areas such as storage rooms, arsenals, and stables are all wrapped in thick walls. After entering the gate, you have to go through a long corridor full of arrow holes and bullet holes before you can really enter the room.

The entire complex is more of a small fort than a place to live.

For designers, sturdiness and safety are the most important needs, comfort and beauty are obviously not a priority.

For this reason, as soon as the terrorist threat from wasteland was lifted, the members of the Arpad family couldn't wait to move out of this damp and cold building.

The old house of the Alpad family has since been left unused, leaving only a few frail servants to take care of the house.

Until [Arpad Duyom] returned to Jiangbei Province.

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The bloody night in the castles of the kings, when the members of the Red Rose faction jointly signed the order to arrest Army Major General Arpad Duyom, they must not have expected the situation to be completely out of control.

Even though individual members felt uneasy and apprehensive beforehand, they finally signed and stamped tremblingly.

It's a pity that nothing is certain in this world, except death...and paying taxes.

As time enters the fall, both the [Palatto Provisional Military Government] and the [Plato Second Republic] have to accept the harsh reality that their own side may be able to win , but the price of victory must be far greater than expected.

The dream of quick wins has been completely shattered. Facts have proved that hoping that the other party will surrender without a fight or collapsed on the first encounter is tantamount to babbling.

The demagogues who once clamored for "whatever we do, what the other will do" are now all mute.

As for optimists who thought the Civil War would soon be won or lost, they also realized that the war was only just beginning.

Cries to "end the civil war" began to grow louder. The voices are not only coming from within Prato, but even allies are expressing concern.

The Chief State Secretary of the Vine Republic has written to the "Republic of Parato" and the "Republic of Parato", calling for "a negotiated solution to the war".

And this fall, the massive looting of the Hurd tribes just provided an opportunity for both sides of the civil war.

Thirty years later, the iron hoofs of the Hurd barbarians once again stepped into the land of Plato. Even the Red Rose and Blue Rose, who were still killing each other just a moment ago, could not help but feel a strong sense of hatred.

There is no need to repeat what happened after that - the red and blue roses each repelled the raiding chapters of the Heard tribes, and tacitly did not pull the other side's hind legs. After that, the two armies rested across the river and did not make any major moves.

From autumn to winter, the situation seems to have turned for the better.

The kings and castles openly wrote to the [National Assembly of the Republic of Van] and [Major General Arpad Duyom], taking the lead in expressing their willingness to accept the mediation of the Chief State Secretary of the Republic of Van, agreeing to "negotiate way to end the essentially divided state of the Palatine Republic” and “no longer let a drop of the blood of the Platos be spilled needlessly”.

This very beautifully worded open letter is signed [President of the Grand Council of the Republic of Palato, Grove Magnus].

At the same time, Arpad Duyoom left the army, left the front lines, left the junta's center of power, and returned to his hometown, Castle High Ridge, County Rum.

He did not stay in the apartment that the city officials had prepared for him, nor in the spacious and comfortable new mansion, but returned to the place where he lived in his childhood and boyhood - the old house of the Alpad family .

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The days are short in winter, and the old house of the Arpad family is not well lit, so before five o’clock, the old house is already shrouded in darkness.

The servant quietly went into the study, put down the candlestick, and stepped out again with silent steps.

Alpad stared at the corner of the study in trance, completely ignorant of the servant's entry and exit, until another old servant pushed open the wooden door of the study with a square plate.

"I brought you your dinner." The old servant stopped by the door.

Alpad nodded slightly, and the old servant entered the study.

Dinner was simple, just bread and soup.

The old servants in the family saw Young Master - now a master - coming home, happily keeping the dining room spotless.

However, Arpad Duyoom has been a professional soldier for more than 30 years. He has lived in the barracks longer than in the old house, and he has long forgotten the so-called noble style. . So so far, the restaurant has not been used.

While the old servant was setting the tableware, Arpad suddenly asked, "Did you see that stand?"

"Yes, sir."

"There is a hidden compartment behind the cabinet. It should have been left by the mason. You have to push the cabinet to see it. No one should know about it except me and Klein."

old servant Of course he knew who Klein was, but he didn't know how to respond. For Klein Heisler - the closest younger brother of Arpad Duyoom - had died in the Bloody Night of the Castles of Kings.

"Sir." The old servant changed the subject and reported, "Captain Borde asks to see you." He gave the old servant a cold look.

The old servant hurriedly explained: "I have told Captain Bode that you are not here. But he insisted on seeing you, and he brought one thing - yours."

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Having said that, the old servant took out an object from his arms and presented it respectfully.

It was a square jug, a very delicate jug. Unfortunately, it is no longer usable, because it has half a lead bullet embedded in it.

 …

An old servant with gray hair was sitting by the door of the reception room, looking at the ground like a puppet.

In addition to the old servants, there was only Winters in the reception room of Nuoda, and a row of armchairs against the wall.

Winters observes the mural on the wall with interest. The murals have no theme, just some decorative patterns. And the painting is terrible, probably by an amateur painter.

Instinctively, Winters was more interested in the fortress-like home than the frescoes.

On his way from the second door to the reception room, he noticed a patio in the center of the house.

Plateau houses rarely have patio structures to keep them warm in winter. There's only one plausible explanation Winters can think of: harvesting rainwater.

Why do ordinary houses collect rainwater? To deal with a siege?
Considering the location of the mansion, Winters speculates that the ancestral home of the Arpad family should belong to the transitional building between the castle and the residence, and the construction time will not be too early.

Although there are many sentries and guards, the defensive ability is still not strong in Winters' view.

Gaolin Castle is not the capital of Rum County, nor the administrative center of Jiangbei Province. She is just a small town under Rum County.

Alpad returned to Highmountain with few entourages, but the junta made it impossible for the leader to return home alone.

The guards and military and political dignitaries who followed Arpad to Highmountain almost packed the small town.

Fortunately, Winters' entry into Highmountain Castle went smoothly without any interrogation.

He doesn't need to disguise, because he is a genuine commissioned officer. His uniform, his "Provincial accent", and every part of his body are the best proof of identity.

He brought only one Dussak guard - Vashka, also a genuine's Dussac.

Winters also wrote himself a pass, forged his signature on the citation that Arpad had issued to him, and finally spent half an hour engraving a stamp.

For Winters, the biggest risk in traveling in areas under the military regime is being recognized by a senior or classmate.

The so-called "Academy faction" officers are actually a very small group. When two graduates meet, they can break all lies with just a few words.

So Winters and Wasika deliberately avoided towns that might have garrisoned troops all the way, and traveled to Highmountain Castle on a starry night.

The door to the reception room opened, and another hair grey-white old servant walked slowly to Winter and whispered, "Please come with me."

At the end of a dimly lit hallway, the old servant opened the door for Winters, and Arpad Duyoom sat behind his desk.

Compared to Winters' memory of the cavalry general who was bright, vigorous, brave and skilled, and seemed to have endless energy, it was easier for people to realize that he was half a step in the present Arpad Duyoom. The fact of stepping into old age.

While Winters looked at Alpad, Alpad looked at Winters too.

"Are you married?" Arpad asked frowned, for no reason. His voice wasn't as loud as it used to be, but it was still full of air.

The old servant quietly exited the study and closed the door.

Winters assumes that there are many conversations that start with "You're in a relationship".

The relationship between Arpad and Winters can't be called intimate or acquaintance, the former is aloof and remote Major General Corps Head, the latter is just insignificant Hundred-Men Commander.

So Arpad's question is an unfathomable mystery to Winters, let alone how to answer.

Alpad motioned for Winters to take a seat: "Bod Gates has a daughter."

Winters was welcome—he was no longer under Arpad's— —Sit calmly in front of Arpad: "I just borrowed Colonel Broad's surname."

Arpad did not continue this topic, and instead asked: "Do you have Broad Gates? Any news?"

"Yes, he's still alive." Winters considered his words: "At the moment... Colonel Borde should be in Maplestone."

Alpad wrinkled slightly frowned, then sighed as if relieved, no longer frowning.

Winters recalled that Colonel Broad was formerly the Great Captain of the Sixth Legion. In other words, Colonel Bode was Arpad's deputy. The relationship between the two of them is probably closer than Winters originally thought.

Alpad didn't continue to inquire about Colonel Broad's current situation, he glanced at Winters: "The officer in the new field sent me a letter of reprimand, Adams said you were a bandit."

Alpad sneered: "He's also holding me accountable for this, asking me to send someone to deal with you."

Winters thought he would be angry, but he didn't. Any emotion: "Oh? How did you reply to him?"

"How did you reply to him? I told him—I'm glad to know that Winters · Montagne is still alive." Arpad said contemptuously: "Adams is an idiot with both sides. You don't have to be afraid of him."

Winters vaguely felt that if the former Arpad was a fiery flame, now the cavalry major general is like rolling in a volcano. simmering lava.

He doesn't answer because he doesn't think he's close enough to Arpad to judge a character.

But... Maybe it's because Arpad has no direct interest in him, so Arpad is extremely frank with him.

Everything I want to say has been said, and everything I want to ask has been asked. Arpad took out his pipe, pressed the tobacco leaves a little bit, and asked bluntly, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Winters didn't want to be in the dark, and the simple and direct dialogue was in line with his style. Mind: "One of my subordinates was arrested by your military police and is now imprisoned in Xiaolu City."

"What crime?" Arpad slightly frowned.

"Destroyer."

"Anything else?"

"The other men I brought from Wolftown."

"Wolf Town?" Arpad slightly frowned.

"A very remote, very remote town." Winters said calmly: "I'm the station officer there."

Alpad gave Winters a deep look : "No problem, you can take them all."

Winters nodded, "Thank you."

"That's all?"

"Just These."

Alpad shook the head with a faint smile, picked up a pen and paper and wrote a pass. Then he slowly heated the lacquer, took off the ring and lacquered the pass.

"This pass allows you to travel north of the Ember River unimpeded." Arpad handed the folded pass to Winters: "You stay here for one night, and I will send someone to assist tomorrow. You've got your old department."

Winters took the correspondence and put it away carefully—it was true, and he nodded again in thanks, "I have a place to live."

Arpad took a puff on his pipe, as if saying "whatever you want".

Winters got up to leave.

"Do you really have nothing else to ask for?" Looking at the youngster's back, Arpad finally couldn't help but reminded: "This kind of opportunity will never happen again. "

Winters touched the pass storage position through the clothes: "This is enough."

Alpad picked up the jug almost pierced by lead shot, stared at Scratching every scratch and nick on the jug: "Just a little."

"Yes." Winters suddenly wanted to laugh for some reason: "If it wasn't for it, I would be dead."

Arpad raised hand, the jug made an arc in the air, and Winters caught it easily.

For the first time since Winters walked into the study, Arpad seemed to be smiling like he used to: "Although it's useless, I'll leave you a souvenir."

"Thank you."

Winters walked to the door, and before he could reach out and touch the handle, the old servant who was standing outside had already opened the door as if foretold.

His boots had just stepped out of the study when Alpad's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "wait a minute"

Winters stopped, and Alpad got up and walked towards Winters: "Again. Meet...I don't know when or what it will be like, I'll send you off."

Seeing "Master" sending a little captain out of the parlour, even the puppet Even the old servants couldn't hide their shock.

The conversation was lighthearted when Winters was dropped off.

Alpad asked casually: "Did you see the open letter from Grove Magnus?"

"The one calling for negotiations?"

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"Yes."

"I just saw it a few days ago."

"What do you think?"

"It's very well written. Well, there's talk in the tavern, in the inn, everywhere."

"What's good? The rhetoric is gorgeous, the bullshit! People. Everyone says nice things, but I don't even believe punctuation when he says it."

Winters wanted to know, but it was like spying on Arpad, so he No answer.

After vomiting, Alpad suddenly asked Winters, "Do you have a legal wife?"

The Winters face doesn't change the answer: "Yes."

"Captain Montagne."

"General."

"If you are legally married to Colonel Bode's daughter, then you are half-Platonic." Arpad lightly sighed: "You know what I mean?"

"Understood. , but I'm married."

"Then you can only be a Veneta forever."

Winters replied solemnly, "I thought I was a citizen of the Union. ."

"I used to think so, and everyone of us thought so." Arpad, the fiery general, showed a touch of sentimentality: "But the reality is much crueler, The republics are incompatible as fire and water, and the great alliance is nothing but a dream of Marshal Ned."

Winters indifferent expression, but his expression said it all.

Either out of regret, or out of admiration, maybe out of guilt, or out of envy, Alpad said to Winters word for word: "You are Veneta, it means You will never be able to take root in Palato. Sooner or later you will have to go back to Veneta, a decision you can make now or as a last resort. But the sooner you make this decision, the better it will be for you ."

"Thanks for your suggestion."

The conversation ends here, and the two keep walking out of the room.

As he passed the long corridor full of arrow holes and bullet holes, Arpad, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked: "Did you kill Sackler?"

For others , Winters has never answered this question head-on.

But he gave Arpad a straightforward answer: "Yes."

"Did he die in pain?"

"Not in pain."

"I'll take you here." Alpad stopped.

It was dark and Winters couldn't see Alpad's expression, only heard a calm "thank you".

Winters saluted and walked to the door.

Suddenly, he remembered something: "Sorry, I still have one more request."

"Say."

"I still have a subordinate, too He was brought out of Wolf Town. But his identity is somewhat special, and I would like to ask you for a guarantee that I will be allowed to take him too."

"Special?" Arpad frowned: "What's the matter? Special?"

Winters smiled: "He...is a cook."

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