Chapter 420 Price Code

  The two small battles that took place in the Wasteland and Iron Peak County on the same day ended on the same day.

  In the big wasteland, black-clothed light cavalry escorts cattle and sheep, horses and carts full of trophies, and embarks on a return journey.

  In Shovel Harbor, Anmin notices were posted all over the streets and alleys, and the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment methodically cleaned the battlefield, buried the dead, screened prisoners, and sealed up supplies. The residents of the town walked out of their homes in hesitation and anxiety, and curiously looked at the "rebels and rebels" who were singing the song of triumph.

  Although they are separated from each other, the same laughter and laughter permeated the two troops.

   However, Winters was not able to enjoy the victory with his men. After handing over the cavalry to Major Cerber, Winters returned to Gervodin day and night.

   There are two important guests waiting for him.

  …

   "Even if the old Adams is unpopular, he is the recognized commander of the New Reclamation Corps. How could Grove Magnus dare to attack him without the support of the United Provinces?"

   Speaking of the Maplestone Incident, Colonel Bode was still very angry. He slammed his fist on the table, his empty sleeves swaying back and forth.

"Hypocritical Confederates! Despicable Confederates! Insatiable Confederates! Talking about unity and solidarity, but holding iron bits in their hands! Those ambitious wolves dreamed of killing Plato Become the next Vine, Monta!" The colonel slashed Winters and asked, "You don't know yet, do you? Grove Magnus—or the link behind that viper Provincial people - they have been secretly putting nails in Palatu for a long time! Even in the new reclaimed land, in Iron Peak County, and in Shovel Harbor, northwest of where we are now, there are spies they support!"

   Having said too many words in one breath, Colonel Bode coughed violently.

He waved his hand, preventing his entourage from stepping forward to serve, propping up the edge of the table with one hand, and when his breathing returned to a steady state, he looked up at Winters: "The annexation of Palatu, they have been planning for a long time, the blood of Maplestone City is just a Begin. Your little utopia won't survive if the whole of New Reclaimed Land falls."

Colonel Bode sighed and said, "White Mountain County can send troops to help you pull the nails out of Shovel Harbor."

   "The friendly forces in White Mountain County are willing to help, I would be very grateful." Winters poured a glass of warm water for Colonel Broad: "However, the Shovel Harbor Gang surrendered yesterday."

  …

"Although the Terdun tribes suffered heavy losses in the plundering last winter, they are far from the point where the ice has disintegrated and completely destroyed. At least those Terdun tribes that did not participate in the winter raids still retain a considerable degree of strength. ."

Major   Mer—the messenger representing the castles of the kings and Maplestone—describes the situation slowly.

   There were a total of four people present: the messengers of the castles, Major Mel and Major Nievitz; Captain Winters Montagne, the "garrison officer" of Iron Peak County, and Captain Montagne's "personal priest".

Major    did not care, although he did not understand why the other party insisted on having a priest involved in the negotiations.

   His body leaned back slightly and half leaned on the back of the chair. Although the corners of his mouth kept a polite smile, his body language conveyed a kind of arrogance that refused to let anyone know:

"Reliable intelligence indicates that a barbarian warlord named Chi Lian is rising in the great wasteland. The barbarian warlord openly campaigned for revenge for the barbarian chieftain, in order to gather the divided Teltown tribes. If nothing else, this fall There will also be a great raid—a great raid on Iron Peak."

Major   Mer asked in a sympathetic tone: "By then, will Iron Peak County survive again?"

   After waiting for a moment, he said, "You need our help."

   "I'm concerned." Winters replied calmly: "But the corpse of the barbarian warlord 'Chi Lian' in your mouth is now outside the city - as for the head, I threw it on the wasteland."

  …

"Captain Montagne." Major Mel sat on his knees, showing a little respect: "You need to understand that whether it is the Arpad rebels in Jiangbei, or the rebels who are just about to reclaim the land, they are bound to go Perish. Not because the Great Council of the Kings is the only legitimate government in the country, but because the Great Council holds the Republic's largest population, largest land, and richest city—and that's why she will win."

   "The war will end, the key is..." The major paused and looked at Winters: "Be a winner, not a loser."

  Major Mel's tongue is eloquent and persuasive:

"At the moment, the Republic is in the process of employing people, and she urgently needs officers like you who have received a complete college education, have rich experience, and have outstanding military exploits. Arpad's rebellion destroyed the original military system of the Republic, but it also means With a large number of positions occupied by the 'blue bloods' all vacated. What a dream vision for a capable officer?"

"War is the best ladder for advancement, and the road ahead is another. If you still want to return to the establishment of the Republic, now is the best opportunity - we will never give you better conditions than now. "

   "Think about your subordinates, think about their future, don't you want to wash away their traitorous status and let them return to the orthodox republic? Do you want them all to be hanged for treason in the end?"

"Think about your family, they are still waiting for you in Veneta. If you want to go back to Veneta, the Republic can also provide you with a bonus that you can't imagine, and send you out of the country as a school official, And promise not to pursue the crimes of your subordinates afterwards."

   "If you want to stay in Palatu, the Republic will never have any prejudice against you because of your origins in Veneta - judging people's pros and cons by their origin and blood is precisely the tradition that Blue Rose is most passionate about."

"To be honest, I was also full of anger at the Republic, but I finally learned that violence and rebellion can only be bitter and mean nothing. Only by being part of the Republic is it possible to truly change her from the inside out. "

   After offering all kinds of generous prices, Major Mel picked up the porcelain cup and ran his fingertips lightly over the rim: "Think carefully before making a decision, Captain Montagne."

  …

   "What?!" Colonel Bode's eyes widened: "Do you want to stand aside with that group of vipers, wolves, treacherous, shameless slaves from the Union?"

  …

  …

   "So?" Winters, who was sitting in the armchair, was almost half-reclined, and put his boots on the table very presumptuously: "Who are they lying?"

   "I don't know." Kaman rolled his eyes.

   Winters asked with interest: "Don't you have a magical technique that can see through lies? Or do you have necessary prerequisites for the use of magical techniques."

  Kaman sneered, he had mastered the way to deal with it: "They didn't lie, believe it or not."

   "I believe." Winters stretched tiredly, looked around, and said with emotion: "I almost forgot what this chair feels like."

   The room where the two of them were located was nowhere else, it was the original "Garrison Officer's Office" in the Revodan Station, which theoretically belonged to Winters' office.

  It is a pity that Winters has not used the toilet as much time as he has used the office.

But the office remained the same as the last time he left: a ruler and two charcoal pens were left on the desk, the armchair slanted casually into the space under the desk; the curtains were half down and half drawn, The painted chess pieces on the windowsill have been drying for an unknown time.

  Although the office has not been used for a long time, the interior furnishings are still spotless, and it is obviously cleaned regularly.

  Kaman walked to the window sill of the office and picked up a chess piece to check - the thumb-sized wood was carved into the shape of a horse's head, although it was not exquisite, it was very expressive.

   "That's right." Kaman tried to pretend to say it casually, and said very bluntly: "Brother Saul has been picked up."

   "Pick it up?" Winters was a little strange: "Did the Alliance Magic Warfare come so quickly?"

   But Winters reacted immediately. He took his boots off the table, sat up straight, and asked, "Isn't it a magic wargame?"

  Kaman's Adam's apple flipped, he picked up another castle chess piece, and concentrated on tasting the knife work.

   "Who picked that up?"

  Kaman did not speak.

   Winters thought for a while, then tried to ask: "The Holy See?"

  Kaman still did not speak.

   "The Inquisition?" Winters began to try one answer at a time: "St. Michael's Abbey? The Reformed Order..."

   "Don't intervene, this is the end of this matter." Kaman cleared his throat and pleaded earnestly: "I would be very grateful if you could pretend that you haven't seen Brother Saul."

"What's the use of pretending that I haven't seen Brother Saul?" Winters laughed angrily: "What about Father Edmund of the Cathedral of Gervoudin? He also knows Saul's existence, and it is he If you want to burn Saul, it's not that I want to burn it. Why, you killed him too?"

  Kaman stared at the **** and did not speak.

   smiled, and Winters suddenly stopped laughing, and he asked in disbelief: "You solved him?"

   "I don't know anything." Kaman hummed in a low voice: "I was in Monta with you at the time."

   "Brother Kaman!" Winters clapped the table and warned solemnly: "You have sworn an honest oath! You are a priest, you can't lie."

   "I never took an honesty oath." Kaman threw the chess piece to the window sill angrily: "Do you believe it or not."

"You don't understand, if the Reformed Order exists, we can cooperate completely." Winters walked to Kaman and said eagerly: "I fully support the idea of ​​the Reformed Order. If the world is the work of God, then read this book. Aren't works the best way to approach God? I..."

   Halfway through the words, the voice stopped abruptly—Winters fell into silence abruptly.

   In the office, only the breathing of the two could be heard. Kaman looked at Winters puzzled, but was given a "silence" gesture by Winters.

   Winters closed his eyes and listened.

   After about five seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of horror: "It's over!"

   "What's wrong?" Kaman was even more curious.

   Winters strode to the windowsill and explained quickly: "It's Senior Mason! I heard the footsteps of Senior Mason!"

  Kaman laughed dumbly: "When did you learn to distinguish people by listening?"

   "Others can't." Winters roughly swept the chess pieces off the windowsill: "But Senior Mason can."

   He opened the window, put his head out and glanced at it, and said to Kaman in despair: "No, there are slates underneath! And... I'm afraid of heights."

"What's wrong with you?" Kaman looked at Winters, who was scurrying around the room like a frightened kitten, and became more and more baffled: "It's Senior Mason, not a judge—not a killer, you're afraid what?"

"What is 'The Adjudicator'?" Although he was in a state of extreme tension, Winters was still keenly aware of Kaman's slip of the tongue, but at this time he had no time to scrutinize it: "Killer? I would rather be a killer. At least I can resist!"

   He first tried to hide under the table, but the space under the table was too small. So he turned to the filing cabinets, but the filing cabinets had less space.

   Behind the curtains?

   No, the boots will be exposed.

   hanging outside the windowsill?

   It's not even possible, what a formality for the dignified bailiff to hang outside the windowsill like a lover who has been caught raped!

  's preferred simplicity of furnishing hurt Winters—an office with only one desk and one filing cabinet had nowhere to hide.

   Winters gritted his teeth and crept up to the door, moving as lightly as possible... and locked the door.

The    office door also had a small latch, which Winters also let down.

   The footsteps from the corridor became clearer and closer, and even Kaman could hear the sound of military boots.

   Winters raised his finger in a "don't talk please" gesture.

  Kaman rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, held his breath, and entered a state of quiet meditation.

   Finally, the footsteps stopped outside the door. Then the doorknob began to tremble, apparently from someone outside the door twisting the handle.

   After twisting it a few times, the person outside the door seemed to give up when he saw that he could not twist it.

   But before Winters could breathe a sigh of relief, the crisp sound of a key slamming came from outside the door, then the sound of the key being inserted into the lock hole, and then the sound of the lock cylinder spinning.

   The door lock was opened, and the doorknob began to tremble again.

  Winters exhaled a long breath slowly and easily, as if he was amnesty, his breath was even trembling because he was too excited.

   Fortunately, there is a latch!

   Then, he saw a small shiny piece of iron sticking out from the crack of the door...

   Before he could regain his senses, the small iron piece deftly moved upwards, and the door latch was lifted.

   The door opened.

  Richard Mason stood outside the door, holding a thick file bag.

   "Winters?" Mason asked in surprise, "Are you back?"

   The imaginary storm did not appear, Senior Mason was still so amiable, and Winters wanted to cry: "I came back a few days ago..."

   "Oh, I know." Mason said with a smile: "But you didn't go back to Revordan."

   "The military situation is urgent." Winters said sternly: "So I went directly to Wolf Town."

   "I know." Mason took out a letter from his arms and shook it in front of Winters: "Did you write to me."

  The letterhead is not big, with a line of crooked words on it [Senior, I went to Wolf Town].

   "Father Kaman, it turns out you were there." Mason then noticed Kaman who was pretending to be dead in the corner of the room.

  Kaman sensed that something was wrong and decided to abandon Winters without hesitation: "Yes, but I'm leaving now."

"Wait, there are still things!" Winters stepped in front of Kaman, not letting Kaman get away, and said quickly: "By the way, senior, I have already talked with Colonel Bode and the messenger of Red Rose. Yes. Red Rose wants to incorporate us in order to contain the local troops in the counties that may rebel at any time. As for Colonel Broad - I can confirm now, they will definitely raise troops, but the time is not clear, but Baishan County should be among them …”

  Mason was holding the file bag, and while listening carefully, he responded with a "hmmm".

After Winters had finished talking about all the negotiation, and there was nothing more to say, Mason began to speak: "These things, when Bard returns from Lower Iron Peak, you can discuss it with him. No matter what you decide. , I support you all. As for Andre...you don't have to worry, he will only support you more firmly than me."

   "Thank you, Senior Mason." Winters sincerely and guiltily thanked him solemnly, but he was still a little uneasy, so he asked a little guilty: "Then...you have other things?"

"Me?" Mason was stunned, suddenly realized, and raised the thick paper bag in his hand: "During your absence, a lot of things happened in Tiefeng County, some need your understanding, some need your review, some It's up to you to make a decision - I've sent it to you."

   "Okay, I'll look at it now!" Winters happily took the portfolio and asked casually, "Is that all?"

   "These?" Mason smiled: "These are just catalogs."

   After saying that, he clapped his hands.

   At the end of the promenade, two clerks came out pushing their carts.

   [Catch up! ]

   [55652/100000]

   [When the dialogue is exchanged, you may need to make up the composition of the two people's texts in the air...]

   [Compared to the Battle of Shovel Harbor, the style of this chapter is a bit more everyday, but...Senior Mason deserves an everyday article. From today onwards, Senior Mason can proudly call Anna the "two people who can make blood wolves fear", and enjoy the title of "the man who can make blood wolves fear"]]

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