Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 389

2022-01-06

Chapter 389 Storm (2)

The scout sent to the old city has not returned, but Winters couldn't wait any longer.

Fuller stared in astonishment as "Baron's Servants" lifted out a heavy wooden box, took out the locks, breastplates, arm guards, and leg skirts, and skillfully dressed each other.

Some people even ran over excitedly holding a set of horse armor. Baron glared at them, and then retreated back in despair.

Winters is currently understaffed.

Even with the addition of Ciel and Berrian, who joined later, his entourage never exceeded a dozen. After the messenger and the scout were separated, the manpower was even more stretched, and only Winters, Anna, Kaman, Anna's aunt and six guards remained in the hotel.

Kaman is depressed and doesn't move. Mammy was half scared and couldn't help. The guards are tasked with guarding the periphery, and they can only come by turns.

Amid the hustle and bustle, Anna walked into the living room, silently took the silk tight clothes from Berrian, and awkwardly served Winters to change.

Winters deliberately avoided Anna's gaze. Anna also lowered her head slightly to prevent Winters from seeing her expression.

"Your Majesty." Fuller on the side asked with concern: "Are you going to... play again tonight?"

Winters had already taken off his full suit and changed into He was wearing a close-fitting silk suit, and he was wearing an armed suit.

He picked up the silver box found on the green-eyed corpse and threw it directly to Fuller, asking, "Do you recognize what this is?"

Fuller opened the box cautiously Guy: "The clock?"

Old Schmidt glanced at it: "It's the Newron clock."

"Do you know what this thing does?" Winters asked again.

Fuller is puzzled: "Timer?"

"One clock is the time, ten clocks is the plan." Winters opened his arms so that Anna could tie his belt:" The assassins lying in the yard are all good hands. The two of them have seen their abilities with my own eyes, and I almost got killed."

Fuller subconsciously wanted to take a few shots of "adult brave", " "Sword technique is unparalleled" and other flattery, but suddenly remembered half of assassin's slippery brain, and all of a sudden, I felt the soup in my stomach rushing straight to my throat, and I couldn't say a word for a long time.

Winters moved his shoulders and waist a few times to make sure that the clothes were tight enough to not affect his movements, and then nodded indicated that he could wear armor.

He squinted and asked the two forge masters: "The dozen or so assassins in the yard are just a paw, and there's a wolf hidden in the steel castle, maybe even a pack of wolves. Mr. Mead, Mr. Fuller, do you think that the envoy assassin's people are preparing such a big battle just to deal with me?"

Old Schmid was silent, and Fuller's heart trembled.

Fuller had guessed long ago that he wasn't going to get out that easy tonight.

The streets were full of corpses, the old city was riotous, and the hotel people were alarmed for a while. There have been three or four waves of waiters and guests who have come to Baron to inquire about news, but they have been ruthlessly blocked from the outside.

Although Fuller is trembling in fear, his eyes are clear: the Barons are healing themselves, preparing themselves mulled wine and a room to rest, but they are sending themselves home without a word matter.

If you don't let me go home, don't let me go home. Fuller's small ledger counts carefully: it's such a mess outside, and I won't leave if you drive me.

Old Schmidt asked abruptly, "Your Excellency, who is the master of assassin?"

"I don't know." Winters replied without hesitation.

"Why did they find you?"

"I don't know."

Old Schmid was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "If It's really like what you said, shouldn't you stay at the hotel and wait until the outside has calmed down before going out?"

Winters roughly guessed what Old Man Schmid was thinking, and he told the old blacksmith bluntly. : "Assassin is not from Monta, nor from the Union Province."

Old Schmid's face became solemn, and Fuller on the side was unclear.

"As for another question. In the current situation, it is indeed safer to stay at the hotel." Winters has changed into three-quarters of a full set, and he looks like a Paladin who came out of a mural.

He clenched and loosened the five fingers protected by leather and nails, accustomed to the feedback of a grip that was different from his bare hands: "But I prefer to take the initiative instead of sitting still."

"What is taking the initiative?" Old Schmid stared at Baron, his eyes burning.

Winters pulled out his saber to examine, the blade exuding a faint cold air, reflecting his dark pupils.

After a while, Winters received the sword enters the sheathe and neatly tied the sword belt around his waist: "I'm going to visit the white eagle."

Changfeng has been led out of the stable , with a full set of saddlery.

Since arriving at Steelcastle, Winters has hardly ever ridden a long wind, and Steelcastle has no room to indulge in galloping, the aggressive stallion has long been impatient in the stable.

Smelling the smell of blood in the air at this moment, Chang Feng is not only not afraid, but excitedly slaps the ground with his front hoof.

Fuller dreamily followed Baron into the courtyard, watching the fully armed cavalry stand by, watching Baron take a pistol from the squire, watching Baron holding a pistol go to yourself.

Fuller woke up abruptly, backed away in panic, begging for mercy: "I...what am I not going to say!"

Fuller then saw Baron turn the pistol upside down and put the butt of the gun away Handed it to him and asked, "Does it work?"

Fuller foolishly took the short gun and took a closer look.

"Will it work?" Winters asked again.

Fuller froze for a while: "I haven't used it."

Winters patted Fuller on the shoulder: "Then you might learn to use it tonight."

With that said, Winters went to Changfeng.

Old Schmidt strode up to catch up with Winters, and asked eagerly, "Sir, are you really going to the North City?"

Winters took Changfeng's reins and mounted his horse in stirrups , ignored the old blacksmith.

Old Schmidt clenched the teeth, one-knee kneels: "Please take me too."

Winters sat on horseback, condescendingly, slightly frowned, up and down Looking at the old blacksmith.

Old Schmid stood up and clenched his fists tightly: "My whole family is still in Beicheng District, if it's true as you said, I must go back to find them tonight! Without me, They can't do it."

"The old city is in turmoil, and it is still unknown what the situation is now." Winters said calmly: "Now that you are crossing the old city, you may take your life in it, and you can't take it with you any longer. It's a burden."

"I know the risk, it's all on me. I don't need you to take care of me, I can still ride a horse." Old Schmid turned his head and looked towards Fuller: "The kid from the Fuller family. , you bear witness. I owe you a favor tonight, if I die, you go and tell my sons and ask them to pay it back for me."

Winters remain unmoved: "Compared to Your favor, my subordinates are more important."

"You always need help!" Unyielding, the old Schmidt, persevered: "Every family in Beicheng knows me, and I know them. You Can you move the North City? I can!"

Winters stared at the old Schmid for a few seconds, then raised his finger to the latter: "Leave him a horse."

The guard quickly He took out a prepared horse and gave it to old Schmidt. Without saying a word, the old blacksmith stepped on the horse's back.

Fuller realized later, he also staggered into the courtyard, snot and tears: "Take me too! My lord! My whole family is also in Beicheng!"

Winters glanced at Fuller's stubby limbs and chubby belly: "You can't."

Fuller still wanted to beg, but Kaman stepped out of the shadows and tapped Fuller on the back of the head. . Fuller, who was still wiping his tears, trembled, fell softly to the ground, and passed out.

"I'll go with you." Kaman complexion grave and stern.

Winters shakes his head: "You stay to protect the others."

While speaking, it gets noisy outside.

The sound of hail-like hoofs approached quickly, and the distant riding post was shouting: "It's the Ciel! The Ciel is back!"

The guard opened the door upon hearing the sound, Ciel, wrapped in the wind, galloped into the courtyard until he stopped in front of Winters. His clothes smelled of burnt fireworks, and a struggling man was tied to the horse's back.

Charle got off his horse, rushed to Winters, and reported in a low voice: "The old town is in complete chaos. The mob blocked the roads in and out of the town. House-to-house looting, food, and Arson."

"Where's the garrison outside the city?"

"Colonel Bern's men won't be here for a while." Charles breathed heavily and spoke quickly: " Several roadblocks were piled up on the way into the city, and the slums along the road were in flames. It is said that..."

Charle gritted his teeth: "It is said that someone opened the warehouse of the workshop along the river and is distributing money to the mob. Weapons!"

There was another noise outside, and a dull bell came from somewhere.

A perimeter guard riding a sentry galloped into the courtyard, out of breath and reported: "Hundred-Men Commander! Someone shouted outside, so that everyone with civil rights should immediately Bring your weapons and go to Gaerten Church Square to assemble! Say it's the sheriff's order!"

Charle strode forward and pulled the sentry, who was much older than himself, from his horse, He scolded sharply: "Shut up! Don't panic!"

Riding the whistle was alarmed that he had made a slip of the tongue, and slapped himself hard in annoyance.

Fuller lost consciousness and heard nothing. Old Schmid's expression didn't change, as if he didn't hear anything.

“Sheriff?” Winters looked towards old Schmid.

"The sheriff appointed by the city council is responsible for catching theft and arresting murderers, and there are in all districts." Old Schmid immediately explained: "The situation is urgent, and the sheriff can recruit citizens to maintain order."

The situation becomes more tangled and complicated. Having seen the way court mages act, Winters would never trust any outside source lightly.

Immediately, a guard escorted old Schmidt out of the courtyard to verify the authenticity of the "sheriff's order".

Winters pointed to the man on horseback and asked Charles, "Who is he?"

The man on horseback was blindfolded, gagged, and bound like a Only shrimp, only showing a sickly white hair.

The white-haired man felt the horse stop, so he kept trying to speak, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only make a vague "wu wu" sound. He struggled hard, but was unable to move even a little bit because his hands and feet were tied.

"I don't know." Ciel punched the white-haired man, who became quieter: "Found it in the assassin's carriage!"

[About Citizens and weapons]
[In autonomous cities, citizenship is actually a limited area of citizenship, or even equivalent to citizenship][Generally need to own a certain size of property, and... a weapon]
[Different times, different countries , Different cities and municipalities have minimum property standards for civil rights that fluctuate, but "weapons" are generally necessary. Because armed citizens are not only the security force of the autonomous city, but also the military force of the autonomous city]
[So the setting of the old farmer ringing the bell and turning into a militia seems to make sense...]
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