Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 366

2021-11-13

Chapter 366 Mountains
The Legendary-like beast-fighting show has come to an end, but the story isn't quite over yet.

Siegfried was raised high by unknown people and carried all the way to the Imperial Family viewing platform, along with the carcass of the bison.

The waving of the flag on the viewing platform means that the emperor has given Siegfrid the honor of cutting off the ear and tail of the animal.

Everyone put Siegfried down gently, and Farnan finally found a chance to talk to Siegfried: "How is it?"

Siegfried held his left arm, Gritting his teeth, he replied, "It's all right."

He staggered toward the bull's carcass. This majestic and wild animal was lying quietly on the ground at the moment, staring at the sky absentmindedly, still calm.

For some reason, the thirst for victory and conquest that had just stirred in Siegfried's heart was now disappeared.

He felt no joy or pride, no achievement or joy, completely different from when he stepped into Karl XI's palace.

Looking up at the stands, the girl he had been dreaming about was no longer there, and Siegfried suddenly felt absurdity and powerlessness soaking through his body.

He lowered his head and looked towards the bull. Without this impulsive and meaningless fight, this majestic and fit animal might still be free to run, live and reproduce in the wilderness.

Farnan saw that Siegfried was slow to cut off the animal's ears, and drew out his sword to do it for Siegfried.

"No." Siegfrieda stayed with Farnan.

Farnan saw Siegfried's struggle, his eyes were full of sympathy, but his attitude could not be refuted: "Something must be done, otherwise it is an insult to the Castilians... let me Let's do it."

The flag was raised, but the new Legendary gladiator refused to cut off the beast's ears and tail, and the surrounding Castilians gradually felt strange.

Siegfried stood and stared at the corpse of the vision cow: "I should listen to you."

"It's over, don't think too much." Farnan sighed, reached out and closed it Bull's Eye: "Whatever you choose, from the moment it is captured, it is doomed to die in the arena. With you as an opponent, it is also an honorable death."

"A senseless death How can there be any glory?"

Farnan didn't answer, but possessed and cut off the bull's ears and tail, wrapped it in a cloak and put it into Siegfried's hands. Holding Siegfried's arm, he raised high spoils of war.

The deafening cheers rang out, and the young nobles around them rushed forward, trying to raise the Legendary gladiator high and carry them out of the hunting grounds according to the tradition.

"Back off!" Farnan protected Siegfried: "He's injured! Don't disturb him! Harlan Count needs a medical officer!"

The frenzy crowd suddenly Separated like a tide, and quickly became quiet.

The crisp horse bell rang, and an old man led a silver-gray horse toward Siegfried, and the Castilian nobles on both sides nodded their heads in salute.

Searching the empire, there are only two people who can make way for the rebellious Castilian nobles. One is the Emperor, and the other is in front of Siegfried at this moment - Hernan Baron, Marshal of the Empire.

"Excellent performance, Harlan count." Marshal Hernan took the initiative to speak, and he did not hesitate to praise: "What courage! What a skill! "

He smiled and handed the reins to Siegford, and said kindly, "Lord count, please accept this war horse as my present."

Hearing the words of Marshal Hernan, the Castile nobles who had been focusing on the Marshal had the intention to look towards the warhorse brought by the Marshal.

It's a really good horse of priceless value. It's tall and slender, with strong limbs, straight hoof joints, and a beautiful chest. Even the strictest Soma people can't find any faults. .

The original owner also seemed to love this horse, because there is not a single scar on the horse's body, not even under the rib. The original owner must have been reluctant to use spurs and had been relying only on knees and reins to control the horse.

To give away such a beloved horse, the original owner will definitely be heartbroken. No, the original owner of the horse was groaning behind the flattery stock right now—yes, it was little Hernan.

The Castilian nobles who witnessed Marshal Hernán's gift of horses to the Harran count had twinkling eyes and different expressions.

Farnan touched Siegfried's elbow, signaling the latter to accept it.

An exhausted Siegfried has no energy to care about what the Castilians think, but if there is, he doesn't care.

"Marshal Hernan." Siegfried pushed himself hard and bluntly replied to old Hernan: "Without the assistance of little Ser Hernan, this bison would have killed me. This battle is not fair, please forgive me for not wanting to accept congratulations."

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, and the smiles of the Castilian nobles became stiff.

Siegfried stumbled out of the crowd, holding his left arm. When passing by little Hernan, he nodded slightly to little Hernan, apart from this without saying a word to the others.

Farnan bowed deeply to Marshal Hernan apologetically, and then chased after Siegfried.

...

[Siegfried's tent]
Farnan walked into the tent with firewood, one by one, into the hearth so that the fire could burn be more prosperous.

Siegfried sits topless on the marching couch, being examined by Luke cultivator of the Michael order.

"Harlan count." Luke cultivator released Siegfried's left arm and said helplessly: "If you feel pain, you need to express it so that I can know you hurt."

"Harlan count." p>

"Oh, it hurts."

Luke cultivator turned to squeeze his left shoulder lightly: "What about here?"

"It hurts too."

"How is it?" Farnan asked with concern.

"It's not like a broken bone, but there may be a bone fracture." Chubby Luke cultivator wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Bone problems are best to ask the imperial doctor to see, they are better at treating bone injuries. ”

“Can’t the divide technique work?”

Luke cultivator smacking his lips, feeling that it’s okay to tell the two of them: “No, it’s easy for fractures to be treated with divide technique. It seems to recover completely, but after a few days the subject will have a high fever and...the situation where he is called."

"Why?" Siegfried asked.

"Don't ask, don't investigate." Luke cultivator spread his hands: "[Do not test your Lord]! Hey, why am I telling you this? I shouldn't tell you this. Alas, just listen, and don't talk nonsense. Hold on for a while, Harlan count, and I'll go to the doctor."

Luke cultivator wraps Siegfried in a blanket , and hurried out of the tent.

After a while, the curtain was pulled open, and it was not the imperial doctor who walked in, but the Duke of Lotaire.

Duke Lothair waved his hand to signal that Siegfried and Farnan did not have to salute. He first looked around Siegfried's tent, and then looked towards Siegfried.

"How is it?" asked the Duke of Lothair.

Siegfried insisted on answering: "superficial wound."

Duke Lothair looked towards Farnan.

"Luke's cultivator's diagnosis may be a fracture." Farnan bowed slightly, politely saying: "The cultivator has just gone to the doctor."

Duke Lothair stared at Siegfried For a moment, a faintly discernable smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Time did not destroy the handsomeness of the Duke, but made his temperament more graceful and elegant.

"Count Harlan." Duke Lothair asked slowly, "I don't understand, why are you humiliating Marshal Hernan in public?"

"Hurt?" Seeger Fred frowned tightly, just about to have a seizure, but suppressed his impulse: "I have never humiliated Marshal Hernan. If I inadvertently caused damage to the Marshal's reputation, I can publicly apologize to the Marshal."

Duke Lothair chuckled, not bothering to explain anything to the irritable little stallion.

"Recover well." After saying that, Duke Lothair walked out of the tent.

Not long after, the curtain was opened again, and this time it was not the imperial doctor who came in.

Little Hernan angrily broke into the tent and asked, "I'll give you the honor of cutting off the ears and tail of the beast, and also give you the horse, what do you want?"

"There should be some misunderstanding." Farnan stood in front of Siegfried: "Your Excellency Little Hernan."

"Misunderstanding? It's too late!" Little Hernan loudly roared , shook his hand away.

Just as little Hernan left, the curtain was pulled open again.

This time, an exaggerated hat stretched into the tent first. Under the hat was Ma Wei's head, with two small eyes blinking. But only the head, Ma Wei's body remained outside the tent.

After confirming that no one else was in the tent, Ma Wei walked into the tent with confidence. He skillfully pulled out the bottle hidden under the camp bed, took a gulp, and handed it to Siegfried.

"But I've tormented you enough." Ma Wei said with a smile: "How about the male lead in the lower drama is based on you? The handsome man who is desperate for love, the empty middle-aged people in the capital. The young lady must be crazy. If you're willing to take the stage and play yourself, even more..."

Siegfried gave Mavy a glance and took a silent sip of wine.

"Hey, I know you're not happy. Well, respect your personal wishes and stop writing." Ma Wei said distressedly: "It's a pity it's a good material."

" You should also respect the emperor's personal wishes! Mr. Mawei." Fanan took the bottle from Siegfried's hand, turned and looked towards Mawei: "Duke Lotaire came over just now and said that Harlan had humiliated Egypt. Marshal Hernan..."

"I thought you did it on purpose!" Mawi laughed heartily: "You don't know the meaning of 'giving war horses publicly on important occasions' in Castilian culture What?"

Siegfried lightly snorted.

Fanan asked solemnly: "Please clarify your doubts."

"Marshal Hernan sent you a war horse, which means that he also gave you the opportunity to pursue glory. , and you—rejected him in public." Ma Wei put away his smile and sighed regretfully: "I guess you won't be able to touch the marshal's scepter within ten years."

......

At the same time, in the emperor's palace. The attendants and female officials were all screened out, and there were only the Emperor, Queen Diana, and Prince Richard in the large tent.

"The Harlan count rejected the horse gift from Hernan Baron." The emperor looked at the prince: "It's still in front of the Castilians."

Prince Richard's Queen A cold sweat broke out on his back, and he hurriedly explained: "There must be some misunderstanding, Your Majesty. I'll look for it..."

The emperor raised his hand slightly, and Prince Richard closed his mouth instantly.

"The problem is not Harlan count." The emperor said softly: "The problem is you."

Prince Richard was hearing this, and immediately lowered his head one-knee kneels and deeply.

"You want to take over my empire." The emperor looked at his son and said slowly: "But...you can't even control a hound."

This sentence is very heavy , the queen on the side changed his face, and Prince Richard even more as if was struck by lightning.

Aggrieved, unwilling, resentful... All kinds of emotions hit Prince Richard in turn, and his tears welled up in his eyes. After all, even if you are a prince, Richard is only an eighteen-year-old youngster.

Richard Lieyang wiped away his tears, stood straight and bowed before turning to leave the palace tent.

As soon as the prince left, the queen, who had not spoken, couldn't help defending her son: "He is only eighteen years old!"

"I have been out with the late emperor since I was fifteen years old. Fight."

"Richard is different from you."

"It's really not the same." The emperor frowned slightly: "I gave him to you to raise him, but he couldn't. Inheriting the simple and strong character of the strong Yang Family, but instead imitating a crying woman. Seeing me is like a mouse seeing a cat. I just don't like his hypocritical and feminine attitude."

"Have you ever thought that Richard is so afraid of you because you are too strong?" Queen Diana asked in anger: "You ask yourself, have you ever hugged him? Have you ever kissed him? Can you? Let him play on your lap? Not once! How can he not be afraid of you?!"

"Diana." The emperor looked the queen directly in the eyes: "If he can't even handle me, How can he deal with the responsibilities and dilemmas I face?"

The queen was speechless, she couldn't help feeling sad, and suddenly covered her face and cried bitterly.

The emperor sat quietly for a while—even if he was an emperor, he still had family affairs that were difficult to sort out.

"The 'Great Conference' of the Senus Alliance will be held in Vine next month." The emperor paused for a moment: "Let Richard attend instead of Narzia. Let him walk out of the Imperial Palace and see it with his own eyes. Look at the Great World - instead of continuing to be a 'cage in a cage' by your side."

Narzia count is the emperor's seal minister, who is also in charge of diplomacy, and is often referred to as the emperor's Ambassador in name. It is undoubtedly a great thing for Prince Richard to be able to visit the Senas Alliance instead of Narzia Count.

Queen Diana was ecstatic at first, but then she was overwhelmed with anxiety: "Southern rebel territory? Is it dangerous for Richard to go there? What if Richard is held hostage by the traitor? Is it possible? "..."

Disappeared for a short while, the emperor stood up indifferently and walked out of the palace tent without a word.

(Imperial Family Hunting·End)
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Time: Last day of February 560 in Imperial Calendar

[Note: After the half a month after the hunting of the Chihe Department and the Imperial Family hunting]
Location: Tiefeng County, Revodan, the old station
Early in the morning, the Mason Tribunal's Neat and tidy sat in a row outside the office. The originally narrow corridor was instantly occupied by half, leaving only a width barely enough for one person to pass through.

Don't get me wrong, these people in the hallway are neither here to seek grievance nor appeal.

They are official officers of the Republic of Palato. They all served in the fifth and sixth standing Legion of the Alliance. They stopped in front of Richard Mason's door for one thing - to see Winters Montagne .

It has been more than ten days since the expeditionary army prisoners of war arrived in Tiefeng County. The Gervodin city government arranged accommodation and food for the prisoners of war, and also sent doctors to examine the prisoners of war and prescribe medicines for diagnosis and treatment.

They were given food, housing, and medical treatment, but they did not say how they would arrange for the prisoners of war to return home, nor were they allowed to leave Gervodin without permission.

How could the officers endure being treated like house arrest?

No, here comes the discussion.

Mason, who came to work early in the morning, turned around the corner and saw neat and tidy sitting in the hallway again, and only felt a splitting headache.

Poor Mason had been blocked for a week, and the alumni who came to ask for answers were neither noisy nor noisy, they just wanted to see Winters, and they didn't leave if they didn't see it.

After such a performance for a period of time, rumors have spread in the city of Gervoudan.

The most widely circulated gossip is "Mason's tribune owes a romantic debt, and the female Brother Fang blocks the door to ask for answers".

People who spread gossip will often ask in a serious way: "Why don't you block others and block Mason's tribune?"

Peach Red's news is Gervodan The citizens' long, dreary winter adds a lot of fun, but leaves Captain Mason with a bad rap. The most obvious change is that any city councilor with an unmarried woman in the house has recently stopped inviting Mason to his house.

"Borrowed." With his back against the wall, Mason moved sideways towards the door of the office: "Sorry, let me borrow it."

When approaching the door, an arm stretched out, blocking Mason's way.

The owner of the arm was a thin, unshaven man, in his early thirties, in the tattered and patched uniform of the school officer, but the thin man still wore it proudly.

"Good morning, Major Seber." Mason greeted with a smile.

"Captain Mason." The thin man known as Major Seber asked with a blank face, "Can Captain Montagne work?"

Mason moved out of the official caliber, scratching his head. He scratched his head: "Sorry, Major, he is still recovering."

"As far as I know, he has been recovering for almost three months, right?" Major Seber glanced at Mason coldly: "Why? Raised to death? Secretly mourned?"

Mason didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Palatu Republic Army Major [Seb Carrington], nicknamed "Saber".

It is said that only the wrong name is given, and there is no wrong nickname. Seb Carrington was known as "fearless to madness" in the Palatine Standing Army, earning himself the nickname "The Sharpest Sabre."

However, in Mason's opinion, the real sharpness of Major Seber's mouth should be his mouth rather than the saber in his hand.

However, Mason also slandered a few words. He has a good temper and rarely competes with others, so he just smiled bitterly to appease Major Seber: "It's getting better soon, he will recover completely."

p>

"Captain, there are no civilians here, don't make excuses for the lies that we both know each other well!" Major Seber stood up abruptly: "Where did Winters Montagne go? When will he be back? ?"

"How do I know?" Mason said to whomever he was saddened: "I don't know either!"

"Then what do we do? What about the soldiers at the settlement? "

"This...would have to be decided by Winters, no one else could decide."

"When will Captain Montagne be back?"

"No I know."

Major Seber stared at Mason for a while, and after confirming that Mason wasn't lying, he sat down slumped and propped his forehead wearily: "Forget it. The words offended... I'm sorry. ."

Mason looked at Major Seber and at the other alumni in the hallway who had just returned from wasteland, and couldn't help but feel a lot of sympathy.

They entered wasteland as promising army officers, and when they returned to Parato, not only did the country disappear, but they didn't even know anything about themselves.

"Don't worry, you have food and shelter, and you can take care of your health first." Mason put his hand on Major Seber's shoulder: "I know you want to go home, and I also believe that Winters will respect your wishes. ."

Major Seber held his forehead and asked, "When will Winters be back?"

Mason startled: "I don't know."

"Then what do you do? Your father." Major Seber lifts the head and resumes his sitting position: "We will continue to wait."

Mason stayed for a moment, then turned to open the door. His fingertips had touched the doorknob, he turned around again, and offered to propose: "Actually, there are two people in Tiefeng County who have the right to decide, Lieutenant Bud and Lieutenant Cellini, why don't you visit them? By the way, Colonel Jesska is compiling teaching materials recently, and he is short of manpower. You can also help."

"There is someone helping from Colonel Jesska. Lieutenant Budd is in the town of black liquid. , hundreds of kilometers away from here." Major Seber sneered: "Lieutenant Andrea Cellini was cunning like a loach, and hid in the racecourse outside the city early."

"So ." Mason tried to digest the other party's remarks: "You blocked my door because..."

"Yes, because we can only block you." Major Seber patted Mason's shoulder: " You are the only one at work in Gervodin."

Mason resisted, not letting others see the tears in his eyes, turned around and pushed open the office door.

"I won't go to work tomorrow." He thought fiercely, but he immediately thought: "If I don't go to work, what will I do with my usual business?"

At this time, someone outside the corridor shouted excitedly: "I'm back! I'm back!"

Mason shivered and asked loudly: "Who's back?"

"The mission! "The messenger was beaming: "They're all back!"

Mason was so overwhelmed that he didn't care about the presence of other people: "Take me here!"

......

Meanwhile, at Winters' camp.

"You asked me to come over and say that there is something that is most urgent, and the result is to let me see this?" Father Kaman glared at Winters, suppressing the urge to curse, and gnashing teeth asked: "You know what? Don't know I'm doing morning prayers? I thought you killed yourself!"

"This is the most urgent matter." Winters answered solemnly, then threw the stick in his hand far away.

The two shadows sitting in front of him instantly disappeared into the mist.

After a while, a wolf-like Great Doggy ran back happily with a stick in his mouth, followed by another wolf-like Great Doggy with his head down.

"Most urgent." Kaman clenched his fists: "Are you walking the dog?"

"No." Winters faint smile, stretched out his right hand, and lowered a strange The Bone Whistle: "Meaning I figured out the principle of the Divine Technique of the Heard Beastspeakers. Would you like to hear it?"

 …

[Outside the city of Revodan]
"Lieutenant Colonel! Where's Winters?" Mason grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Moritz by the shoulders and shouted angrily: "What about others? Did you drink too much and leave Winters in wasteland? Winters! Winters · Montagne!"

"Don't look for it." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz, sleepy-eyed, yawned: "He's not here."

Mason wanted to cry without tears: "Then why did you come back alone? ?"

"Oh? Oh." Moritz said slowly, "He asked me to bring these things back."

After that, the man sitting in the carriage Lieutenant Colonel Moritz casually lifted the blanket under him.

The people who came to greet us all sucked in a breath of cold air: gold bars, dark yellow gold bars, lay a whole layer on the bottom of the carriage.

Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel Ganqing slept all the way on the gold.

Mason jumped up and re-laid the blanket, and tucked it carefully, as if he was afraid the gold bar would catch cold.

"You found it?" Mason whispered.

"en." Moritz yawned again, fiddling with the arrows: "I found it."

He patted down and pointed behind him: "Three. Car, you count, there is another car for Winters to take away."

"Ah? Right!" Mason, who was immersed in joy, remembered another crucial question: "Winters in the end? Where are you going? Does he know how hard it is for me..."

...

Meanwhile, at Winters' camp.

Winters was about to bargain with Father Carman when Pierre approached: "Hundred-Men Commander, Mr. Ed from the Navarre Trading Company Steelcastle branch is here to see you and Madam."

"Okay." Winters jumped off the carriage and replied with a smile: "Mr. Ed is here, which means we have our 'invitation letter' to enter the Steel Castle."

Just then, a gust of wind blew the mist from the valley.

Trails, waterholes, hillsides covered in thin snow, cloud-like flocks of sheep roaming the hillsides.

Looking along the opening of the valley, you can also see the top of the mountain covered with 10,000-year-old ice in the distance.

Cross the mountain pass in front, and cross another mountain pass, steel fort taking in the entire scene.

[Sorry for being late, but this time it's a big chapter with 6500+ words, which is equivalent to paying off yesterday's leave (laughs)]
[Steel castle after half a volume, finally revealed The real face of Lushan! ]
[Mason: Winters bastard! I think you are addicted to being an arm-flinging shopkeeper! ]
[In addition, I have to explain, I did not delete the chapter in the previous chapter, and I don't know why the chapter I sent can't display properly. Could it be that the starting point's system thinks I'm brushing comments? ?迷茫中……]
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