Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 362

2021-11-09

Chapter 362 Another hunting (middle)
Everyone watching the ceremony in the stands In the eyes, it is necessary to maintain the image at all times.

Small and medium-sized nobles who are not eligible to sit in the stands can instead comment on Earth Grade as they wish.

Although the vision is a little worse, the joy is far better:

"Huh? This is the last gladiator to appear?"

"It seems to be."

"Like what? [Tail of the gun] shouldn't it be little Hernan? Who is this golden retriever?"

"How did I know?!"

Just as two young Castilian nobles were arguing about your words and my words. Someone behind him interrupted abruptly:

"The golden retriever is Harlan Count, Siegfried."

The person who interjected was a twenty-six or seven-year-old young man with almond eyes , Brain Gate, a little ugly, but not ugly enough to impress people, it belongs to the looks that will be quickly forgotten after saying goodbye.

As if to make up for the lack of appearance, the young man wore a top hat with intricate and ornate decorations.

Even by the standards of the most absurd and dissolute Castile nobles, that top hat is absolutely unacceptable for anyone to wear.

But the young man wore it generously without any sense of shame.

The young man also has two well-maintained mustaches on his upper lip. Below the mustache is a cynical smile, full of hedonistic son of rich parents.

One of the two people talking in front was quite interested: "Siegfried? The real Northam Conqueror? I heard that the Duke of Congreve is just a name, and that kid is the one who defeated Carl Eleven. people."

Another dismissed: "What's a 'real Northam Conqueror'? A golden retriever! It's not all about Your Majesty's favor!"

" No way, the old emperor loves young and handsome generals." The top hat behind him interjected carefreely: "Look at your fingers, our Your Majesty is in his forties."

The two Castilian nobles kept quiet out of fear for an instant and turned back together.

It is one thing to say a few nasty words to the nouveau riche, but quite another to mock the emperor in public. Not only the speaker is courting death, but even just being a listener is dangerous.

"[Old language] Excuse me." A Castilian noble asked hesitantly: "[Old language] Who are you?"

The top hat was politely picked He took off his hat, revealing his slightly sparse hair: "[Old language] I'm Mawei."

"Mavey? Mavy!" Another Castilian noble suddenly realized, and his words were a little sloppy. Knock: "That...that madman who wrote a play to humiliate the emperor!"

"It's right here." Ma Wei replied happily, and then corrected it seriously: "I didn't humiliate the emperor - I just said Tell the truth."

...

Meanwhile, in the hunting grounds, Siegfried saw his opponent.

A good wild boar, the size is about to catch up with the calf, the two fangs are thick and sharp, and the small eyes are full of anger and madness.

The attendant guarding the animal pen drove the wild boar forward, but the wild boar became fierce and slammed into the human outside the fence.

There was an exclamation from the female family viewing platform.

The animal pen was shaken violently, and the attendant on the bench fell directly. If the foundation piles were not strong enough, the wild boar might have broken out of the enclosure.

The wild boar that didn't break through the barn refused to give up, and continued to go wild.

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the middle of the hunting ground.

"Come on!" Siegfried tapped the greaves with the tail of his gun: "I'm your opponent!"

The boar turned his head and looked towards the center of the open field. Knight.

This wild creature was born in caves and roamed woodlands and swamps until humans arrived.

Then it was chased, captured, and imprisoned.

Humans have kept it alive to kill it openly.

And it finally got a chance to kill humans.

The wild boar let out a desperate and angry howl and charged fiercely at Knight.

Siegfried's knees made a slight effort, and the warhorse immediately clearly understood the master's intention, and nimbly leaped forward, passing the wild boar.

In an instant, Siegfried stabbed his lance.

However, the lance only opened a piece of flesh and blood on the back of the wild boar, but failed to cause fatal injuries, and the two sides re-opened the distance.

Siegfried rode close to the fence, unhurriedly, blood dripping from the tip of the gun.

The pained wild boar became more and more furious, its nose and mouth spewed a hot white mist, staring at the riders in the circle, accumulating strength.

Outside the hunting ground, where the Castilian nobles gathered, someone was cheering loudly.

Siegfried ignored whatever his initial request was, once he set foot on the hunting grounds, the young Knight wanted nothing more than victory.

And he has roughly figured out how Castile plays.

The boar is thick-skinned and has a low body, making it difficult to use a lance to deal with it.

A reasonable tactic should be to keep a distance, use the flexibility of the war horse to continuously create bloody wounds for the wild boar, consume the wild boar's physical strength, and wait until the wild boar is exhausted and then find an opportunity to kill.

However, if you choose conservative tactics, then Siegfried in Harlan will not be the "true Northen Conqueror" who destroyed the armies of the North in World War I!
Siegfried gripped his lance, stabbed his horse in the ribs, and charged head-on to the wild boar in the middle of the hunting field without fear.

The wild boar, which had regained some strength, was enraged and also rammed straight into Siegfried.

In the Imperial Family stand, Elizabeth Princess stared intently at the charging Knight, and unconsciously clenched her father's sleeve tightly.

The emperor, the queen, and the Duke of Lothair watched with a calm expression.

In the blink of an eye, two figures are within easy reach.

Siegfried's lance pointed directly at the back of the wild boar, and at the moment of contact, he felt a huge reaction force from the gun's body. But he still held the lance firmly, unwavering.

With the help of the common impact of the warhorse and the wild boar, the tip of the gun sank into the body of the wild boar like piercing the water, followed by the holster, and then the gun body.

The lance goes in from the back and out from the lower abdomen, forcibly running through the body of the wild boar and into the permafrost of the hunting ground.

Siegfried let go of his lance, pulling away from the boar.

The wild boar continued to rush out a few steps and slammed down.

The two squires immediately entered the hunting grounds and ended the boar's life and suffering with steel cones.

There was a sparse applause outside the hunting ground, and the applause from the female family viewing platform was more enthusiastic.

The horse-riding beast only wears greaves, not even a helmet, and Siegfried attracted the attention of the ladies and ladies almost as soon as he entered the venue.

...

[Imperial Family Stand]
"Marshal Hernan." The Emperor asked, "What do you think?"

Behind the Emperor, An old soldier in a military uniform heard the question and took a half step forward: "Although the first shot was unsuccessful, the second shot was neat and wonderful."

The emperor's voice was magnetic and calm: "You are a Castilian. You are the most qualified to judge Harlan's skills. Are you willing to give him the honor of cutting off the ears and tails of animals?"

"Of course." The old soldier bowed his head deeply: "Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded slightly.

The flags of the Imperial Family stand were waved three more times and the band played a celebratory melody.

Siegfried dismounted and stared at the wild boar corpse covered in mud and blood.

A maroon-haired soldier walked through the fence, walked quickly to Siegford, reached out and closed the boar's eyes, and then cut off the boar's ears for Siegfrid. and tail.

"Hail to Your Majesty." The maroon-haired soldier-Farnan wrapped gloves around the animal's ears and tail and handed it to Siegford: "Please, don't let Your Majesty fool you. Shame, don't humiliate the Castilians."

Sighed, took the spills of war, walked to the Imperial Family stand, and bowed deeply.

More enthusiastic applause and cheers came from all over the hunting ground, especially the female family viewing platform.

Siegfried pretended to inadvertently swept towards the girl sitting next to the Emperor.

Elizabeth Princess turned on purpose and pretended to question the maid, ignoring the blond Knight.

Under Siegfried's stern expression, anger and pain were hidden. He saluted again, and then strode to the maid of honor to receive the cheers and congratulations from the ladies and ladies.

Fannan took everything in his eyes and sighed with a headache.

The squires dragged away the boar's carcass, and the trumpet sounded again—again the melody of the gladiator's entrance.

Different from before, this time the entrance song is repeated three times, which means that the next Knight is the last Knight, and the beast show is coming to an end.

The Imperial Family stand returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere. The emperor smiled and looked towards the old soldier: "This winter hunting is the tail of the gun, is the little Hernan Qing?"

"Yes!" The old soldier replied with a hint of pride and joy.

The queen also asked gently and tenderly: "Is there a marriage contract for the young Hernan?"

"He served in the army with me since he was a child." The old soldier looked ashamed: "Delayed the marriage major event."

The queen covered her lips and smiled.

While speaking, a valiant and formidable looking young Knight prancing into the game.

The young Knight is dressed in finery, with gold thread on the cuffs, collar, and placket with Castile-style ornamentation.

Knight's silver steed has also been carefully groomed, with its mane braided into neat little braids, and its tail tied up near the hips so that the rest of the ponytail can be half-dangling. In the air, flying with the wind.

As soon as the silver horse Knight entered, he was greeted with warm cheers far beyond Siegfried. In particular, the Castilian nobles of the younger generation shouted and cheered.

It is self-evident that this silver horse Knight is the youngest son of Marshal Hernan, little Hernan.

......

Marshal Hernan belongs to a very special existence in the political ecology of the empire.

First of all, Marshal Hernan was born in the Castile Peninsula and was a pure Castile noble in bloodline; The Styrian nobles are also the only Castilian nobles who are in charge of the [New Army];
Finally, although Marshal Hernan has a high position and great military achievements, his title is very low, and he is only awarded the Baron.

The feudal system of the empire, Baron is the lowest Level 1 of the three hereditary nobles, but is a vassal directly under the emperor.

And the Hernans are not traditionally famous in Castile.

Marshal Hernan is just the son of a bankrupt Knight, who has been sent to be a servant since he was a child. He has not been able to obtain aristocratic status by dyeing his temples, and he is still a sword technique teacher in the family of the Duke of Tarlac.

It was not until the war of succession twenty years ago that the old Hernan, who was in his 40s, finally came to prominence.

He resolutely joined the new army. He started as a sergeant, made great achievements and promoted all the way, and finally became one of the three imperial marshals personally proclaimed by the emperor.

For the Castilian nobles of the younger generation, Marshal Hernan is their idol and role model, so it is not surprising that little Hernan received such warm cheers as soon as he entered the venue.

"All in all! Marshal Hernan is both your Castilian and Your Majesty's most trusted confidant."

[Mavi] in a top hat babbled Absolutely, tell the secrets of the empire to everyone: "Double identities make him the glue that connects the Castile nobles and the center of the empire, and also makes him an important tool for the emperor to stabilize the Castile faction. "

A group of young Castilian nobles were stunned, and they vaguely understood why a third-rate playwright who wrote a playbook was judged as "dangerous".

The Castilian nobles who were present felt that it was not good to continue listening, but they couldn't help but continue to listen.

Ma Wei said that he was excited, he took the wine glass directly from the hand of a noble next to him, and drank it with a few mouthfuls.

After moistening his throat, Ma Wei continued to speak. He pretended to be mysterious and said, "Do you know? Maybe, the Empire will have an Imperial Family wedding soon!"

"Who? Prince Richard?"

Ma Wei waved his finger: "No"

A Castilian noble thought for a long time: "Princess of the right age , except for His Royal Highness, there is only..."

"Yes, it's the long Princess."

"With whom?"

Ma Wei showed a face Smile: "Guess?"

The surrounding Castilian nobles followed Mavy's train of thought and couldn't help but widen their eyes: "And Sir Hernan?"

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Ma Wei indifferent expression, just playfully looked towards Knight, the silver horse in the middle of the hunting ground.

A group of Castilian nobles discussed spiritedly, and someone asked in disbelief, "How do you know about the inside story of the Imperial Family?"

"Me?" Holding up his arms, he answered confidently: "I guess!"

The surrounding nobles were dumbfounded, and some impatient young nobles directly stepped forward and grabbed Ma Wei's shirt, wanting to let this outrageous madman on the spot Get a taste of what the Castres Peninsula has to offer.

"Stop!" A count stopped the upcoming action scene.

After all, this is the Imperial Family Hunting Garden, and the emperor is watching the ceremony not far away. If something goes wrong, only the faces of the Castilians will be lost.

"Mr. Marvey." count walked out of the crowd and asked with a sullen face, "Can you tell me why you came to Castile Peninsula?"

Marvey scratched a little sorry. He scratched his head: "Take the material."

count looked around at everyone: "How did he get into the hunting ground?"

A group of Castilian nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, none people know.

"This is the Imperial Family Hunting Garden, and civilians are not eligible to enter the ceremony." Count stared at Ma Wei: "Excuse me, how did you get in."

"Me? Ma Wei waved his hand innocently: "I didn't sneak in."

"Then how did you come in?"

"A friend brought me in."

"Who? Who is your friend."

Ma Wei pointed finger towards the other side of the hunting ground, with a happy smile on his face: "It's the golden retriever."

…

[other side of the hunting ground]
The Golden Retriever had no idea that he had just been called.

He stared at the young Hernan in the hunting grounds, and a mixed emotion rose in his heart: frustration, admiration, and... jealousy.

If what Siegfried just showed was the perfect combination of strength and skill, what little Hernan Jr. was showing was absolute skill.

Top skills!
Knight, who appeared in the finale, needs a qualified opponent.

The beasts prepared by the Castilians are absolutely worthy of the honor of the finale.

A cow.

A male Castile bison weighing over 700 kg.

As soon as this rare beast comes out, it displays a formidable destructive power and offensive.

It rushed towards the spectators around the hunting ring, forcibly picking the stakes holding the fence out of the soil by half a person's height, causing everyone to flee in a panic.

As if the bison's temperament was not violent enough, the Castilians shot a javelin head into the back of the bison in advance.

The severe pain made the already provoked bison even more violent, and little Hernan did not need to take the initiative to tease.

The bull with blood red eyes failed to break the fence, and immediately turned his head and rushed towards the silver horse Knight.

Little Hernan mentioned the speed of the horse, he was not in a hurry to kill the bison, but let the bison chase him.

The horns of the buffalo are not sharp, but with the terrifying strength of the buffalo, they can easily pierce the chest and pick out internal organs.

However, the rare beast in this rare beast at the moment, no matter how much he runs, he can't touch Little Hernan at all.

I saw the bison rampage in the hunting ground, but there is always a short distance between its horns and the silver horse.

Even the tip of the bison's nose has touched the end of the horse's tail, but it just can't keep up with that last little distance.

The scene surrounded by perils caused the female family members to exclaim in exclamations.

Little Hernan looked calm, still maintaining a graceful riding position. The horse's pace was not chaotic at all, as if it were performing dance steps.

Siegfried couldn't help but want to applaud: on the surface it was the bison chasing little Hernan, and it was actually little Hernan who was leading the bison to run.

Little Hernan controls the horse with precision, as if using five fingers.

The rider and the warhorse are integrated, and it is even unclear whether the rider commands the warhorse? Or the horse has the wisdom of the rider.

Siegfried also felt that it was worthwhile to see the horsemanship shown by little Hernan.

But Siegfried showed no emotion, just watched.

His sincerity made him want to compliment his opponent, but his competitive side couldn't allow that to happen.

He looked towards the Imperial Family viewing platform - where Elizabeth Princess is.

 …

[Imperial Family Stand]
Elizabeth was a little dizzy.

She's not dizzy, she can hunt with a rifled gun - taught her by her father.

The emperor educated Elizabeth like a prince, teaching her philosophy, teaching her arithmetic, and teaching her to ride horses. Although the queen did not agree, she did not dare to openly oppose it.

So Elizabeth has killed prey and seen blood.

But the performance in the hunting ground at the moment always made her a little uncomfortable.

Sir Hernan Jr. followed Castile's way, step by step to kill the bison: tease, stab the bison in the back with a short javelin to stimulate the bison, continue to tease, continue to stab the short javelin... …

Halfway through, little Hernan changed his horses several times, each showing a different pace, each with its own merits.

The buffalo is gradually becoming tired, the pace is getting slower and slower, and the desire to chase is getting weaker and weaker.

The back of the buffalo is drenched with blood long ago, and it can be seen from a distance. Go up a blurred red.

Seeing that the buffalo had been burnt out, little Hernan finally killed the buffalo with a lance, announcing the end of the bloody show.

Deafening cheers and applause erupted from the hunting grounds, the male nobles took off their top hats in greeting, and the female relatives waved their handkerchiefs frantically.

Elizabeth Princess felt out of place, she secretly looked towards father.

The emperor sat on the throne with no expression on his face and no emotion.

The emperor whispered quietly: "Ella."

Elizabeth shuddered subconsciously: "father."

"Stand up." The emperor's order Undoubtedly: "Salute to Sir Hernan Jr."

Elizabeth obediently left her seat, took the handkerchief, and waved softly into the arena like the others.

Under the audience, Siegfried saw the silhouette of the girl waving a handkerchief at Knight, as if her chest was hollowed out.

Sir Hernan Jr. cut off the ears and tail of a cow and walked to the Imperial Family Auditorium to pay tribute.

The musicians played a celebratory song of triumph, and the squires went into the hunting grounds and began to drag the carcasses of the bison.

The nobles who came to watch the ceremony are ready to leave the venue, and they have to go back to the camp, change their dresses, and participate in the next feast.

This is how things should end.

A rider jumped into the hunting grounds, galloping straight to the viewing platform, light-blond hair that stood out.

The Imperial Family guards tried to stop, but hesitated after seeing who the rider was.

Siegfried dismounted, one-knee kneels in front of the Imperial Family viewing platform.

"Your Majesty." The voice of the Empire's youngest general resounded through the hunting grounds: "Please entrust the minister - on foot."

[Sorry for being late]
[However, it is a long-lost chapter]
[A little supplement about hunting]
[For feudal lords, among all kinds of prey, deer have the highest status, followed by wild boar , followed by small animals such as foxes and rabbits]
[The more complete the body of the prey, the more the ability of the hunter can be displayed]
[Wolf, bear, lion, leopard and other wild beasts are generally not included in the category of ordinary prey Inner, after all, they really meet on narrow roads, and it is not certain who hunts whom.]
[As for falcon hunting and falcon hunting, these two hunting methods are particularly expensive, and the little aristocrats can't afford it. There are also emperors and princes who are particularly obsessed with this way. I remember that a certain tsar of the Romanov family kept hundreds of falcons and falcons (actually I remember thousands, but this number is too amazing, I suspect I am wrong. )]
[And, although theoretically, hunting wild beasts without causing them to harm the subjects is the "virtue" of the feudal noble warriors. But in actual operation, the more common situation is: nobles hunt for their own fun, and they are not allowed to hunt wild beasts without permission from commoners (this is still the case today, such as Daiying, pigeons and swans belong to the royal family, and you will be punished to death for random beating)]
[German peasants hate it deeply. Wild boars roam in the fields, and all kinds of birds run into the vineyards to eat for self-help in the harvest season. At most, farmers can only drive away wild boars and birds. If you get hurt or killed, you will lose money or even be punished]
[The feudal era is so unfair.jpg]
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