Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Winters successfully got an internship opportunity with the Military Police Division of the Army Headquarters [hereinafter referred to as the Military Police Division], but he was the only one. Now that he knew that the Military Police Department was not a good place to go, he felt that there was no need to bring Bard in. After all, Bard was not a spellcaster.

Bud wanted to go to the Horse Administration Section of the Equipment Department, and Winters asked his uncle for help. But Andre found his own way to the training department, and the three partners were temporarily separated.

Standing in the doorway of the military police station, Winters adjusted his collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on his uniform, and straightened his outer belt. After carefully tidying up his appearance, he gently knocked on the door three times.

Please come in. A slightly out of breath voice came from the room.

Winters pushed open the door with his hat under his left arm. To the right of the door was a square table. Behind the table sat a blond young man in his early twenties, writing something on a piece of paper.

He performed a military salute neatly, and the blond young man stood up in a panic, trying to return the military salute at a loss. He raised his hand but put it down again, and finally bowed deeply.

The blond young man blushed and explained: I'm not an officer, I'm just a scribe. You don't need to salute me.

Winters was also a little nervous and didn't even notice that the blond young man was wearing civilian clothes and not military uniform. He smiled and extended his hand to the blond young man, who shyly shook his hand.

Are you here to see Lieutenant Colonel Field?

Yes, I am Winters Montagne, and I have been ordered to train here for one year.

The blond young man hurriedly walked around from behind the desk and led Winters into the office. He said, The lieutenant colonel is not here at the moment. Please sit down and wait for a while. My name is Moluc, and I am the clerk in this office.

Winters was led by Moluc to rest on a bench at the other end of the room. He looked at the office carefully.

The room assigned to the military police was in the corner of the second floor of the entire army headquarters building. Someone obviously wanted to keep the lieutenant colonel as far away as possible.

Although the room is in a remote location, it has excellent lighting because it is in a corner. The entire office is very tidy. Apart from a few tables and chairs, there are just a few filing cabinets. There are no decorative ornaments, which makes people feel refreshed.

In addition to the door through which he entered, there were two other doors in the office. The space behind the door on the west seemed larger, and it was obviously Lieutenant Colonel Field's office. As for the other door, I don’t know what’s behind it.

Would you like tea? Moluc pulled out a set of porcelain cups and placed them on the small table in front of Winters. It is estimated that the Gendarmerie has not received guests for a long time, and the cup is already covered with a layer of dust. Upon seeing this, Moluc quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped the cup.

Stop being busy, I don't drink tea. Winters quickly stopped Moluc. People in the Gulf area like to use pepper cinnamon and other spices to brew with tea from the Far East. Winters only felt that the taste was weird and he never drank it. Not used to it.

Then what do you want to drink? Wine? Water?

Thank you, no need to bother. Seeing Moluc in a hurry, Winters couldn't bear to see him continue to fiddle: I'd rather trouble you to introduce me to the Military Police Department.

Moluc scratched his head: I'm not sure. I'm just a clerk. Please forgive me for any mistakes.

Please say.

Actually, there is nothing much to say about the military police department of the headquarters. There are two officers - you are the third one, a military police officer of the Centurion. It is good for you to come here as a trainee. The work here is very easy. You are only responsible for standing guard for the army headquarters. Anyway, No one dares to act wild here, so I just need to schedule the guards.

So it turned out that Winters finally understood why his uncle said that the Military Police Department of the headquarters was a department specially set up for lieutenant colonels. They are called military police, but they are actually guards. It would be too unfair for the dignified lieutenant colonel to only lead a centurion.

Moluc pointed to the door of the large room: That's Lieutenant Colonel Field's office.

Whose office is that other door? Winters gestured to another door leading to a smaller room.

Moluc said without looking back: Oh, the chief of that office has asked for leave and hasn't been here for a long time. Now there are only two chiefs of the military police department, you and Lieutenant Colonel Field.

Winters actually feels a little regretful now. Bud went to the horse administration department to carry forward his family's ancestral horse breeding skills; Andre went to the training department, which would be interesting to think about.

There were more than thirty people at the same time who were originally bustling, but now I am sitting here alone, and suddenly I feel a little lonely.

While he was thinking wildly, the door of the military police department was kicked open, and a fierce figure broke into the room. Ignoring Winters' presence, he kicked open Lieutenant Colonel Field's office and left. Got in.

I heard a loud roar coming from the office: [An expletive that makes even a deaf person cry]!

After a while, Lieutenant Colonel Field walked out of the office with a stiff expression. Winters quickly stood at attention and saluted.

The lieutenant colonel asked Winters directly in a hoarse voice: Who are you?

Winters presented his dispatch letter to the lieutenant colonel with both hands without any humility: Trainee officer Winters Montagne, come and report!

Field took the dispatch letter and glanced at it hastily, with a lukewarm attitude: Um...Infantry Division?

yes!

Lieutenant Colonel Field's eyes shifted to the Triple Five Association badge hanging on Winters' chest.

Spellcaster?

yes!

What spells are you good at?

Uh, fire type.

Hearing that it was the fire element, Lieutenant Colonel Field laughed dryly and pointed at Winters' chest: Take off this badge, are you afraid that outsiders won't know that you are a spell caster?

Only then did Winters notice that Lieutenant Colonel Field did not have the badge of the Third Five-Year Association on his chest. He then thought of Major Moritz, who did not wear a badge either.

Winters is actually very proud of his identity as a spellcaster, otherwise he wouldn't wear this badge every day in the military academy. But thinking that there must be a reason why the two senior officers did not wear badges, he quickly took off the badge and put it in his pocket.

Lieutenant Colonel Field looked into Winters's eyes and said in a deep voice: I have no other requirements, only two things, keep your mouth shut and obey orders. If you do these two things, we can get along very happily. Learn these two things. , you are a qualified officer.

Yes! Winters touched the heels of his boots and stood at attention again.

How about equestrian?

Well enough.

Did you come to the palace on horseback today?

No. Winters' home is not far from the Army Headquarters. It can be walked in a few steps without riding a horse.

Go to the stables, take my horse out, and get yourself another horse. Wait for me at the door.

Winters really didn't expect that he would have to go out on the field on his first day as a trainee. Doesn't it mean that the work here is easy, just assigning guards a shift schedule?

He saluted cleanly again and was about to set off.

Wait! Lieutenant Colonel Field called to Winters again: Where is your sword?

Winters was stunned: I don't have a sword, only a long sword.

As an officer, how can you not carry a sword? Wait here.

Lieutenant Colonel Field walked quickly back to his office. After a while, he came out with a saber, raised his hand and threw it to Winters, and said boldly: This is my Dusak, you take it first.

Winters caught the saber thrown by the lieutenant colonel from the air. The sword is heavy with the sheath attached, and it feels heavier than a long sword.

The overall blade is slightly curved, and the blade is about eighty centimeters long. There is a simple arc-shaped guard on the handle, like a saber used by cavalry. The completely black wooden scabbard has no decoration, only the end of the handle is carved into the shape of an eagle's head.

He pulled out the knife by a palm's length and saw that the knife was open on one side, with a thick back and thin blade. There were two ridges on the blade, and the blade shone with a soul-stirring cold light. You can also smell the smell of knife oil.

There is no doubt that this is a real car that has been well cared for.

Go ahead. The lieutenant colonel waved his hand.

Winters nodded and strode out of the military police station with the Dussac knife.

——I am the dividing line between real knife-catchers——

Left Army Headquarters.

Field rode his black horse in front, and Winters followed behind on his own horse, maintaining a distance of half a horse's length.

This time Lieutenant Colonel Field only took Warrant Officer Winters with him to the field, not a single military policeman.

There were many pedestrians on the road, and the horse could not run away, so it could only walk quickly in small steps.

After walking for a while and leaving the city, the number of pedestrians gradually became less and less. Lieutenant Colonel Field no longer deliberately controlled the horse's speed. He waved his whip lightly and lightly pierced his horse's ribs with his spurs.

With just a slight gesture, his handsome black horse immediately understood the owner's intention and snorted happily. The strong muscles of its limbs and chest suddenly exerted force. In a few seconds, it increased its speed and carried the lieutenant colonel. Galloping on the dirt road on the outskirts of the city - this black horse also felt that the city was really suffocating and wanted to have a good run.

The little dark horse was happy, but Winters was depressed.

He was already taller than the major, and with his stature, no matter how good his equestrian skills were, he would not be able to be a horse rider.

His horse was a military horse provided by the army headquarters stables for officers to use. It was not as good as the lieutenant colonel's black horse. It worked very hard on weekdays, but it was instantly moved a long way by the lieutenant colonel's black horse.

After running a few steps, Lieutenant Colonel Fidel also realized that Winters had been thrown away. The lieutenant colonel pulled the reins, and the black horse, which had just warmed up and had not yet had enough fun, neighed dissatisfiedly and slowed down.

Only then did Winters follow. He felt a little embarrassed, and secretly determined that he would find a really good horse to compete with the lieutenant colonel in a few days.

The two of them were silent the whole time. The Lieutenant Colonel didn't say where they were going, and Winters didn't ask. But the further he walked, the more familiar it became to Winters, and he tried to remember exactly where he had walked this road. Finally, he recognized it.

Isn't this the way to the customs prison?

If Winters thought, the two stopped at the gate of the Customs Prison, the same place where Winters was invited two days ago.

The lieutenant colonel handed the reins to Winters, walked straight to the gate of the customs prison, and kicked it hard. His power was so great that the three-meter-high and six-meter-wide oak door trembled all over.

A small door opened on the main door, and several fierce guards ran out carrying halberds. He was about to curse, but when he saw two officers' uniforms, he swallowed the curse words back.

The leader asked nicely, What's the matter with you two?

The lieutenant colonel took out a letter with a lacquer seal from his saddle bag and threw it to the guard: Give it to the person in charge here and ask him to come out to see me.

Several guards looked at each other, and one of them quickly went to deliver the letter.

After a while, the main door of the Customs Anti-Smuggling Department Prison opened wide, and the warden went out in person to greet Lieutenant Colonel Field and led two army officers into the prison.

Returning to his old place in less than two days, Winters felt a little emotional. Entering this prison with the mentality of a guest rather than a prisoner just feels different.

The warden did not lead Fidel and Winters into the main building of the prison. Instead, he led them around the outer wall of the main building to a small stone house.

Before he even got close to the small house with a wooden roof and stone walls, Winters smelled a nauseating stench. The warden was obviously prepared. He took out a sachet from his arms and covered his mouth and nose.

The lieutenant colonel's face was expressionless. Looking at the warden who couldn't bear the smell, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain. Winters also followed suit, keeping a straight face and trying not to show any discomfort.

The three of them stopped outside the stone house. The warden frowned and said, The people from the Security Department have been waiting at the archives building early in the morning. I have sent someone to notify them and they should be here soon.

He glanced at the two army officers slyly and said with a smile: It's too smelly in here. You two should wait here instead of going to take a look first.

Lieutenant Colonel Field looked deeply at the customs warden and let out a cold snort from the deepest part of his nose. Then he kicked the door in, and Winters followed the Lieutenant Colonel into the stone room.

As soon as we entered the stone house, the stench became even stronger and more pungent, making us want to vomit out the last bits of food in our stomachs. The stench reminded Winters of the most disgusting thing he could imagine in the world:

It was as if a skunk carcass had rotted in a closed cave for a hundred years, forming a bubbling rotten gas.

Winters finally knew what the place was—it was the prison morgue.

In the stone house, flies were dancing wildly, and three naked male corpses were placed on the wooden boards, which must be the source of the stench.

The body was covered with snowflake-like powder. Winters judged that these white crystal powders should be salt.

Salting is an ancient embalming method used by soldiers of certain civilizations to preserve the heads of their enemies. But obviously the pickling did not have a very good effect on these three people. Some kind of liquid seeped out from under their bodies, dripping from the wooden board to the ground drop by drop.

Two more people came in from outside the door. They covered their mouths and noses with cotton bags filled with spices. They were obviously surprised to see the two army officers entering the morgue without any anti-odor protective gear.

The leader held up the brim of his hat and saluted the two officers politely. Winters returned the salute in the same way, and the lieutenant colonel nodded expressionlessly.

The leader introduced himself quickly: I am Officer Lopp of the Customs Guard Department. He pointed to the person behind him: This is my adjutant Cornaro.

Lieutenant Colonel Field did not introduce himself. He opened his mouth and went straight to the point: Are these three corpses the only ones?

It's not three. The security officer smiled bitterly: It's four.

The clerk waved his hand, and his adjutant walked straight to the depths of the room and lifted a layer of dirty linen. Under the linen was the fourth body.

To be precise, this is not a whole corpse at all, just a few pieces of a corpse. The original owner of this body obviously had some unspeakable tragic experiences, so only half of it was left.

Winters had killed pirates and had seen pirate prisoners executed one by one on the deck by his contemporaries. Most of them had their necks slashed with one knife and had to be stabbed again. The scene was extremely bloody.

He originally thought that his mind had been tempered, but the tragic state of this half of the body still made him unable to look directly. He tilted his head slightly to avoid sight.

Lieutenant Colonel Field still just nodded expressionlessly.

Officer Lopp said to Lieutenant Colonel Field empathetically: We've seen the body, let's go out and talk about the rest. I know that the two army chiefs are used to seeing storms and can turn a blind eye. But I can't stand it for a second. Zhongdu can’t stay in this room any longer, let’s go out first, okay?”

Winters's affection for the customs officer suddenly doubled, but he remained as calm as Lieutenant Colonel Field.

The lieutenant colonel nodded, and the four of them left the room. The warden outside the door had long since disappeared.

As Officer Lopu walked away, he explained in a relaxed tone: The people in the prison only know how to embalm with salt, but they don't know that to embalm a corpse, you must first remove the internal organs. Now that the weather is hot, the outside of the corpse is not rotten, but the inside is rotten. It’s like this. But we can’t blame them. When a prisoner dies in prison, he is taken away by his family after a maximum of two days. Those who don’t have family members are buried directly. They have never kept the body for such a long time.”

The four of them walked to the windward opening more than 20 meters away from the morgue before stopping.

Luopu took a file from the adjutant and handed it to the lieutenant colonel. He spoke eloquently: All the things we found are here. The four people lying inside were on a boat with your trainee officers this year. A three-masted light ship named the Skua arrives at Seablue Harbor...

Lopp didn't know what kind of turmoil his words would stir up in Winters' heart. The light in the morgue was dim, and the contraction of facial muscles after death caused the facial features to be distorted. Winters couldn't tell who these people were at all.

So it wasn't until he heard what the customs officer said that he knew that the three and a half people lying inside were the four passengers on the Skua. It seemed that none of the four of them survived.

...and then they were all killed at the pier. Luopu did not notice the pupils of the young officer opposite him shrinking and his breathing quickening. He said: The names, place of origin, and occupations of these four people are all mysteries. The assailants took away the bags they were carrying. Things. Among the remaining belongings, nothing can be found to identify them. As for the perpetrators, they ran away on the spot, and now there is no clue at all. The bomb sank a pier at our customs, and now we don’t even have anyone to ask for compensation. have no idea.

Lopp took another file from the adjutant and handed it to the lieutenant colonel: This is the report written by the doctor in charge of the autopsy in our Security Department.

The lieutenant colonel took the report without opening it and handed it to Winters along with the previous file without looking back.

Luopu was not dissatisfied and continued calmly: Of the three complete corpses, one of them had fatal injuries on the chest, penetrating the heart and lungs. The other two had fatal injuries on the sides and rear. They should have died from several people. Siege.”

The lieutenant colonel listened very carefully and nodded while listening.

As for the one who was blown to pieces. Officer Luopu smiled bitterly: I really can't tell where the fatal injury was. It was possible that he was killed by the bomb.

Are these four people dead? Field frowned slightly and asked rhetorically.

A few sailors and porters also died. Officer Lopp replied calmly: Some were killed in the explosion, and some were shocked to death in the water. They were all identified by family members and workers and the bodies were taken away. The names are recorded in It’s in the file I gave you. Haha, I think the part of the half body that can’t be found, if it wasn’t not recovered at all, then it was wrongly retrieved.”

Is there any other valuable information? the lieutenant colonel continued to ask.

Officer Luopu sighed and spread his hands: This is all the content I found, and it is recorded in detail in the file.

The lieutenant colonel still nodded expressionlessly, but he opened his lips slightly and said: Thank you.

What can I be grateful for? I didn't find out anything. Officer Luopu sighed again and said helplessly: This case is a mess, and I can't figure it out at all. It must be necessary. It has become an unsolved case. Although I don’t know why the Army took over this murder case... Well, I guess you have your own ideas. But in any case, you have done me a great favor by taking over this case, and I owe you a favor. If there is anything you need my help with, please feel free to come to me at the Customs Guard Division.”

Lieutenant Colonel Field put his hand on the brim of his hat and saluted. The two customs officials also responded politely, and the two parties said goodbye.

However, after the two customs officers walked a few dozen meters away, Adjutant Cornaro turned back. He ran all the way to Field and Winters, and asked Lieutenant Colonel Field breathlessly: Sir, the steward asked me to ask you, now that you have taken over the case, what do you want to do with the evidence and the body? ? We can help you send it there, or we can bury it directly for you.

Please send the evidence directly to the Military Police Department of the Army Headquarters. Lieutenant Colonel Field accepted the evidence happily, but the disposal of the body made him a little embarrassed. He mused: As for the body... um... let me think about it...

The lieutenant colonel suddenly had a good idea, and he said happily: I also collected the body, but there is no morgue at the Army Headquarters. You can send it to the morgue at the Hailan City Security Headquarters.

In order to ensure that the customs deputy officer could remember it, Field repeated his words again, emphasizing the morgue of the Hailan City Security Command with emphasis.

Adjutant Cornaro nodded, gave a hasty salute, muttered The morgue of Hailan City Security Command repeatedly, and ran to catch up with his Loop affairs officer.

Lieutenant Colonel Field was in a good mood and led Winters towards the prison gate. When he passed the morgue again, the Lieutenant Colonel suddenly had a good idea.

Do you know how to control the wind? Field smiled and turned to ask Winters.

Winters nodded. This was a spell that caused him to lose consciousness. How could he not do it?

Listen to my order and use the wind control technique with me to send wind to this house. Do you understand?

Winters nodded vigorously this time. He already understood what the Lieutenant Colonel was going to do.

Field snapped his fingers, using the same spell-casting gesture as Winters, and activated the wind control technique together. Magic accelerated the air in front of them, forming a strong wind that blew into the morgue.

During this process, Winters vaguely felt that his ability to use wind control seemed to have improved a little.

The stench that was originally trapped in the morgue was pushed out by this strong wind, and soon permeated the entire prison. The sound of retching could be heard from all over the Customs Prison.

Lieutenant Colonel Field laughed wildly and walked with Winters to the prison door. They got on their horses and drove away.

The horses were flying in stirrups, and soon the Customs and Prison was left behind and could no longer be seen.

Lieutenant Colonel Field suddenly reined in, and his black horse neighed to a stop.

Winters did not hold back and rushed past Lieutenant Colonel Field. When he saw the Lieutenant Colonel dismounting from his horse, Winters quickly turned his horse around and went back to find the Lieutenant Colonel.

The lieutenant colonel walked to the cypress tree beside the road without saying a word. Winters didn't know why, but he followed him.

The lieutenant colonel closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore and spit it out with a wow sound.

Winters was trying to forget the nausea caused by the customs prison morgue. Seeing the Lieutenant Colonel vomiting violently, he recalled the nightmarish stench and felt a huge force squeezing his stomach. His esophagus expanded uncontrollably, and he spit it out with a wow sound.

After the Lieutenant Colonel vomited once, the urge to vomit was no longer so strong. But when he turned around, he saw that Winters was also vomiting. His stomach, which had stopped, started churning again, and he vomited it out again with a wow sound.

Winters was the same. He had just recovered, and when he saw Lieutenant Colonel Field vomiting again, he couldn't help but vomited again.

Lieutenant Colonel Field: Stop vomiting, I can't hold on anymore if you vomit, vomit...

Winters: Didn't you vomit first? Ugh...

The two people vomited the last bit of content in their stomachs, and finally stopped completely when they vomited only bitter bile.

The lieutenant colonel spat bitterly: If this bastard comes to the palace one day, I have to entertain him well.

The two men turned around and saw two horses licking and eating their vomit.

Winters and Field looked at each other, each seeing despair in the other's eyes.

vomit……

----Dividing line----

Military salutes have been around since ancient times. The hat-holding etiquette has been around since at least the 11th century, and the hand-raising military salute has been around since at least the 16th century.

I have sent some pictures and information about the Dussac knife that Lieutenant Colonel Field lent to classmate Winters to the book circle. Interested readers can take a look (don’t look at it, the picture is already cracked, and the three-dimensional Cold weapons will crack).

Also, horses can really eat human vomit. At least I have seen one that can

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