Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 388

2022-01-02

Chapter 388 Storm (1)

Qiu Lin's body was placed in the living room, and he was found on his body. No trauma was seen, and his expression was calm and serene, as if he had just fallen asleep.

The remaining nineteen unidentified bodies were dragged into the courtyard, almost filling the front courtyard of the small building.

There are black scratches like one after another brush strokes on the slate floor inside and outside the courtyard gate, which are blood stains smeared when the corpse was dragged.

Fatty Bai Fuller slumped on the steps, his knees and shoulders shaking. Although Old Schmid maintained the calmness of the elder, his eyes still showed the dazedness of having avoided a catastrophe.

At night, the temperature has already dropped to freezing point, and the wounds and blood of the corpse are frozen. It shouldn't be any odor.

But every time Anna breathes, a blood-reeking qi that is so strong that it can't be dissolved comes out.

This is the second time Ms. Navarre has faced the bloody Killing Formation, not as tragic as the last time, but closer than the last time.

The last time was at Qingqiu.

Winters looked at Anna without speaking, but told Anna with his eyes: "You don't have to accompany me."

"I'm not afraid." Anna replied in a low voice, and firmly supported Winters arm.

The mask was lifted and removed, exposing the assailant's lifeless features to the firelight.

Winters looked one by one, all of them were raw faces. Let the accompanying guards take turns to identify, and the guards have no impression of the attacker.

The search of the personal items also found nothing, except for sidearms and a few coins, only a drum-shaped silver box and a small string of keys were found in the green-eyed man's clothes.

The key is simple in style, made of bronze, with an undulating serrated post at the front and a symmetrical three-petal flower bent by filigree at the end.

The silver box is much more refined, with a constant rhythmic mechanical sound coming from the box. Open the clasp to reveal a silver plate protected by crystal glass.

The silver plate is divided into twelve equal parts, and each part is divided into four parts. A pointer made of gold starts from the shaft and points straight to a scale on the disc.

Winters instantly recognized what a silver box was—a clock, a timepiece that could be carried around.

"Are they assassin of the Oathbreakers?" Winters asked Kaman bluntly.

Father Kaman sat in the corner without saying a word. His eyes were lowered, his expression numb, as if he hadn't heard anything. After violently killing the enemy, Kaman's every move is like a walking corpse.

Kaman doesn't answer, Winters takes it as the default.

Winters asked again, "You know them?"

Kaman gave Winters a blank look and shook his head slowly. Dry lips seemed to stick together, and Kaman answered with difficulty: "I don't know, that person...may be a 'Messenger'..."

"What is a messenger?" Winters frowned.

Kaman bowed his head and did not intend to continue the conversation.

Winters was silent for a moment, put a hand on Carman's shoulder, and said word by word, "I will protect you, and I will protect Mrs. Mitchell and Scarlett."

Kaman let out a low sneer and grabbed Winters' wrists with such force that he almost crushed Winters' joints.

Kaman's other hand simultaneously grabbed Winters' placket and pulled Winters closer.

He raised his eyes, the pious and kind clergyman's breath was completely gone, only the desperate look of a wild beast who fell into a trap: "Stop talking big! Winters · Montagne! You can't protect anyone! "

Winters looked directly at Karman without flinching: "The oathbreakers are only mortals, not gods."

Karman and Winters looked at each other for a moment, then released their hands abruptly, He sat down with his back against the stone wall.

According to Anna's request, the close mama ran out of the stone building in a hurry, holding all the thick cloaks and blankets she could find.

Anna took the blanket and cloak and distributed it methodically to Fuller, Old Man Schmid, and the accompanying guards who were in a hurry.

Anna took a thick blanket and put it on Father Kaman, and held Kaman's hand and said some comforting words, wanting Kaman to return to a warm place in the house.

But Kaman just hung his head and remained silent.

Ann asked Winters with her eyes: "What's wrong?"

Winters pulled Anna up: "Let him be alone for a while." After walking a few steps, Winters explained: " He's afraid of the oathbreaker."

Ana nodded half-understood.

"I'll protect you too," Winters said to Anna.

Churin's body was lying in the living room, and Winters' words were not a promise, but a blood oath carved in stone.

"I know." Anna took Winters' hand silently and asked softly, "What about Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmid?"

"When Colonel Bern arrives, let The colonel decides what to do with them." Winters looked in the direction of the old town—the scout cavalry he dispatched had not yet returned, and said, "Even if they want to leave, I'm afraid the road is not safe."

"Then please Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmider go to the side hall to rest first?"

Winters thought for a while, and summoned Koch to his side: "Please also go to Mr. Schmider and Mr. Fuller to screen and find out if there are any There are no faces they know."

Koch was ordered to walk towards Fuller and Schmidt with his saber. Old Schmidt stood up with his knees in cooperation, while Fuller waved his hands with a look of panic and resistance.

The part-time coroner at Steelcastle Court lives in Old Town and can't count on tonight.

The kitchen became a makeshift autopsy room, and Winters, relying on the autopsy report from Hailan Customs in his memory, examined the body himself.

At Winters' request, the first to be carried into the kitchen were the four masked men.

The fatal wounds of the masked people were all in the neck, and everyone's Adam's apple was dented - Kaman first deprived them of their ability to speak, and then finished them cleanly.

Masked people are underdeveloped muscles, and their pampered posture suggests that they do not rely on manual labor for a living. The palms are delicate and there is no trace of practicing weapons and fighting.

Combining the green-eyed words and reactions with the diving technique, Winters can almost conclude that the masked man is the court wizard of the oath-breaker.

But that's all.

With iron masks, they may be court mages. After taking off the iron mask, they are just complete or incomplete corpses. No matter what secrets they know, they can't dig it out.

But Winters couldn't blame Kaman, because if Kaman hesitated when he did it, he might be himself lying on the cold slate at the moment.

Capture the sorcerer?
It is an unsolvable problem at all.

The corpses of the four masked people were quickly examined, and the "green eyes" were carried into the kitchen.

After cutting off his green-eyed, frozen coat, Winters wrinkled his nose and asked Berrian, "Do you smell anything?"

Berrian, the temporary coroner's assistant, sniffed. Sniffing the air: "The smell of perfume?"

Winters said nothing, leaning over the green-eyed clothing, fanning it gently. After a while, he slowly straightened up and his eyes became cold.

“It’s not perfume,” Winters said confidently. “It’s incense .

Winters pulled up the shabby curtain ahead of time to prevent Anna from seeing the body on the long case. He handed Anna a piece of cloth cut from a green-eyed shirt: "Do you remember this scent?"

Anna took a few sniffs: "Amber scent? The last time I smelled it was... ..."

Winters fiddled with the meat-tick knife: "White Eagle Mansion."

[Originally wanted to update chapter 1 and wish everyone a Happy New Year's Day, but couldn't finish the chapter ...]
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