Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Your cultural class scores are so good, you won't be sent overseas. Winters was really unwilling.

I applied for overseas dispatch myself. Bud said surprisingly, with a calm expression.

What! Winters stood up suddenly. He stared at Bud, wondering why his best friend would take the initiative to die.

Thousands of words in my mind merged into one word: Why?

It's okay. Overseas dispatch is not as bad as you think. Bud patted the stone bench and said, Sit down and let me tell you slowly.

You know the situation in my family. Bud spoke slowly.

Winters nodded slightly.

The subject was sensitive, so Winters never discussed it, but he knew that Bard's parents were tenants of the monastery.

My parents are sharecroppers. They are hard-working and pious good people. They worked really hard to raise me up. Bud's expression was soft and solemn.

I know. Winters sighed.

The criterion for evaluating people should not be the amount of wealth - but that's just saying it.

Everyone else was sending gifts and asking for help, but I didn't go. It's not because I didn't want to go, but because I didn't have the money to smoothen the relationship and take care of things. Bud was calm to the point of cruelty.

There was no resentment in his tone: It's not my parents' fault that I don't have money; it's not anyone else's fault that I have money to give gifts. The reality is like this. Although I am dissatisfied, I can only accept it. So it is inevitable that I go overseas.

Even if you can't stay in the United Provinces, you should give it a try! Go to other republics. Winters was painful and helpless: Overseas dispatch is a dead end! In Veneta, some people would rather go to jail than go overseas. There are more than just destination assignments. Look at the money!”

I'm not better than others to the extent that I can ignore money, and I'm not a spell caster. Bard continued to reveal the scars coldly: In fact, even if students spend money to operate, many of them will still be sent overseas. , let alone me? Someone has to go.

There is always a chance, don't accept your fate! Winters seemed to be pleading, he even crossed the red line: I'll lend you the money.

I am not accepting my fate, but I am fighting against it. I have been fighting against fate from the moment I walked out of the monastery, and this time I don't want to wait for others to judge my fate. Bud said categorically: I have not not gone overseas. I accept the freedom. But I at least want the freedom to go overseas.

After all, overseas dispatch is divided into many destinations. Bud smiled softly and returned to his unhurried speaking speed: If I hold on to a glimmer of hope, then in the end I will have no choice but to go overseas. place. I took the initiative to apply to go overseas, at least I can still choose.

Illuminated by the moon and the faint firelight in the pipe, Bud's expression was calm and resolute.

Bud has his reasons, but this reason is too cruel. But Bud was right again, he chose the best solution among the worst results.

Winters' chest felt tight, and he felt indescribable resentment and powerlessness.

He poured it down on the stone table and swallowed back the thousands of words that came to his lips.

Is it meaningful to scold those employees who take bribes for personal gain?

Is it useful to scold those students who ask for gifts?

Bud eventually had to go overseas. Winters's thousand words turned into a sigh.

There is no need to feel sorry for me. I am already satisfied to be able to transform from a servant in the monastery to an officer in the army academy. Bud described the life of a future dispatched officer in a relaxed and happy manner: It is also a good thing to go overseas. I heard that the salary for overseas assignments is to stay. Three times as much as in the mainland. I can’t even afford to make military uniforms in the United Provinces, but outside I can at least hope to help my parents redeem their land.”

The more Bud talked, the sadder Winters became.

He roared loudly, waking up several guard dogs in nearby houses.

Dogs barked one after another.

Bud patted Winters' leg, signaling to his friend that he understood everything.

The two fell into silence again, and apart from the chirping of insects and the barking of dogs, the only sound that could be heard was Bud's smoking.

After a while, there were footsteps approaching nearby.

A joking voice reached Winters' ears.

Okay, you two, why don't you patrol the night guard and hide here to smoke? Were you the ones yelling and screaming just now?

Two other officer cadets carrying halberds walked out of the darkness one after another. The man in front muttered as he walked: Why are you howling so hard at night? Come on, come on, help me light a fire...

They were two second-year military cadets on night duty at another gate. They patrolled nearby and heard someone shouting, and saw the light of fire. So I came over to find out, and wanted to start a fire by the way.

When they walked up to Winters and Bard and saw the three stripes on the sleeves of Badshah's uniform, they realized that it was the two seniors hiding here smoking.

The structure of the military academy imitates the structure of the army, and the class system of the army is also the class system of the military academy. The two sophomores who ran into the senior apologized profusely: I'm sorry, monitor. I'm really sorry! We didn't know it was you who were patrolling.

Winters was in a bad mood and didn't bother to pay them any attention.

But Bud waved to them kindly, and not only did he not lecture them, but he also helped them light their cigarettes.

However, Bud's cigarette was almost smoked and he was unable to light the tobacco leaves in the bowls between the two of them.

Winters sighed and reluctantly took the junior's pipe from Bud.

With two consecutive ignition spells, he was already very familiar with this task.

The two juniors probably had never experienced a spellcaster using magic to light a fire in their lives, and their eyes widened.

Let's go. Winters thrust the pipe into his junior's hand angrily.

The two juniors thanked him profusely and ran away in a hurry.

The two of them were also murmuring in their hearts: I wonder what evil is possessed by these two third-grade monitors. If they don't sleep well in the duty room, why would they come out to patrol?

After the two juniors walked away, Bud also put away his pipe.

He stood up and straightened his clothes. He said to Winters: Come on, let's go for a few more laps. Don't let the juniors laugh at us. We only know how to be lazy.

Winters was lying on the stone table, his legs dangling in the air. He was not in the mood to patrol: Let's sit for a while and go back to the duty room to sleep. Anyway, it's the last night to skip duty.

Then you rest here first. Bud didn't force it. He wanted to take a last look at the school: The last shift, there is no chance of returning to the school for night duty. I will go around a few more times and come back later. Looking for you.

After saying that, Bard walked away with his halberd, his footsteps getting farther and farther.

Winters said nothing.

He was currently reeling from the news that Bud was about to be sent overseas. For the first time, I had the real feeling that I might never be able to see my best friend again in my life after tomorrow.

He lay on his back on the stone table, listening to the insects chirping around him, his mind empty.

After a while, Bud's footsteps came back again.

When Winters heard that Bud was coming back, he felt that there was no point in staying here alone - he might as well go for a couple more rounds with Bud.

So, he sat up straight from the stone table, smiled and asked: How did you...

etc! The person coming is not Bud!