Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 474 Rekindling the Spark (6)

  [South of Artemis City]

  Old Tasso stood by the side of the road, fanning the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves indiscriminately.

  He squinted his eyes, looking at the "rebel" officer who rode his horse away, admiring the latter's handsome and capable riding posture.

   "What a Dusak! He speaks and acts like a man." Old Tasso said to himself in confusion: "But why did he get involved with the rebels..."

   Also stretching his neck and staring intently at the back of the "rebel" officer was Martia Raul.

  However, unlike the admiration and hatred in the eyes of old Tasso, Raul’s eyes are full of envy, longing and dissatisfaction.

  Raul’s eyes were looking into the distance, but he continued to argue pointlessly: “How did you figure out that he is Dusak?”

   "Is it worth seeing?" Old Tasso was taken aback for a moment, and then he was laughing on the horseback. He pointed to himself: "I can smell it with my nose!"

  Raul stopped talking, but his cheeks were still bulging.

  Old Matia and old Tasso exchanged glances without words—the two were all too familiar with Raul's symptoms.

  When a "little calf" who is not afraid of the sky and the earth meets a person he admires from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately that person happens to be an enemy and opponent, he will naturally become like this.

   Conversely, it also shows that this "little calf" is naturally aggressive, bold and restless.

Old Tasso scratched his chin, turned the words in his mouth three times, and finally said: "I said at the beginning, if you want to earn a future, you should send this brat to the army, not His brother... Madam is too soft-hearted and reluctant to bear the hardships of his youngest son. You are also too, you are too soft-hearted towards Madam, you can only let her go. In the end? It will delay the two brothers instead. "

   It took a while for Raul to understand the hidden meaning in the old servant's words.

  When he learned that there was such a dispute among the elders, he couldn't help but looked at his father in astonishment, his lips opened and then closed, but he couldn't make a sound.

  Old Majiya still had a granite-like expression, watching the "rebel" officer going away in silence.

  Although the previous episode encountered an unexpected situation at the checkpoint, the three members of the Majiya family still passed the checkpoint without any danger.

  The "rebel leader" named Lannis also stopped the light cavalry passing by the checkpoint, and enthusiastically asked them to **** the three unlucky **** to Artemis.

   Knowing that the riders in front of him were the prestigious "Wolf Cavalry" who subdued the Seven Towns, Raul almost fainted from excitement.

   Right now, since we have arrived outside the city of Artemis, the most important thing is to save people.

   "I'll explain the matter of Chen Zhima rotten millet to you later." Old Tasso patted Raul on the shoulder, and asked the Patriarch in a deep voice, "What should we do now? Where are we going? Who are we looking for?"

  Old Maziya suddenly raised his arm and pointed at the back of the "rebel officer", then stabbed the horse's ribs hard, and galloped away like an arrow.

  Old Tasso and Raul were surprised, and hurriedly rode their horses to follow.

  A group of three ran around the city wall, followed the "rebel" officer, and finally stopped in the northwest of the city.

  The sight in front of them made them dumbfounded:

  The old small mound in the northwest of Artemis City has completely changed its appearance, the turquoise surface has been uncovered, exposing the dark soil;

  Thousands of men and women are digging trenches, moving earth and rocks, and tower-like construction machinery lifts and throws giant rocks down;

  The endless stream of horse-drawn carriages connects the rivers and forests, delivering cut plates continuously.

As far as the eye can see, everyone and everything are serving the same goal, the construction process is like a sacred and solemn ceremony, and the "rebel" officer is walking towards the "altar" - the mound in the center of the construction site overlooking everything .

   "It seems..." Old Tasso exclaimed, "It seems to be one of us!"

  Looking at the reputation, Raul suddenly found that many of the laborers were wearing light gray coarse cloth jackets and military trousers-the "uniform" of the Garrison in Vogne County.

   He tugged on the rein hard, and his speech became stuttering: "Dad, Paal...Paal may be here!"

  Old Tasso frowned and looked at the "employer" solemnly.

  Old Majiya looked at the mound in the middle of the construction site, and could vaguely see the "rebel officer" talking with the other two.

   Judging from the posture of the "rebel officer", old Maziya was sure that the other two on the mound were the targets he had to visit on this trip. However, the soldiers guarding the construction site had already noticed the suspicious behavior of the three of them, and kept casting vigilant eyes. Forcibly asking for a meeting, it is very likely that you will be thrown into prison without even being able to reach the other party's ears.

  Old Majiya made up his mind, he waved his hand: "Go into the city."

   After saying that, he pulled the reins and walked towards Artemis without looking back.

  Raul looked at old Tasso unwillingly. The latter gestured to Raul to be safe and calm, and the two silently followed the Patriarch into the city.

  …

   At the same time, at the dusty construction site, Matia Pal stared blankly at the avenue south of the construction site with his body half bent.

  Sweat and floating dirt mixed on his skin, almost turning him into a clay figurine; the soaked clothes were more like straw paper soaked with moisture, sticking tightly to his back.

   With a clang, the shovel fell from Mattya Pal's hand to the ground.

   "I... I seem to see my father... and my brother..." Martiya Pal trembled and pointed to the distance, with a crying tone in his voice: "But... But they left again..."

   "Lieutenant Matiya!"

  In the dust, another man who was also in a panic smashed the pickaxe into the soil, straightened his waist, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  He glanced at a certain junior on the small soil bag in the middle of the construction site, and spat angrily:

   "Meter!"

  …

  Major Sandal alone could set someone's coat on fire if a man's eyes could really shoot light.

   But unfortunately, "gaze" is just a rhetorical device, so Winters Montagne naturally couldn't be stung by the glare of a senior senior.

   On the contrary, Pierre's return brought a smile on Winters' face unconsciously.

  The travel-stained Pierre first greeted Winters, and then saluted Mason tribune.

   "Thank you." Mason pulled the brim of his hat and nodded in return.

  Winters took out the kettle and handed it to Pierre, and asked curiously, "Did you stop by to visit Wolf Town?"

  Pierre took the water bag, but didn't drink it, and replied solemnly as if facing a question: "I only rested in Gervaudin for a day."

  Winters shook his head helplessly, and said with some emotion: "If you have the opportunity to go home, go back and see more. Maybe it will be difficult to see each other again from when."

  Mason couldn't help but sighed softly.

   "Yes." Pierre replied standing at attention. Then he untied the file pouch at his waist, took out a stack of lacquered letters and presented it: "These are the replies from M. Letters entrusted to you by gentlemen of the

  Winters held the letter in his hand, but did not open it to read it. Instead, he asked Pierre with a smile, "What do Berlyon and Poultin say about the order for the barrel?"

"Mr. Berrion didn't say anything, he only said that he would try his best. On the contrary, old Mr. Poultan was very excited, and he was about to call up people to start working immediately. Old Mr. Poultan also wanted more captives and labor." Pi El paused, and added cautiously: "The letter should have said more carefully."

  Winters glanced at the thick stack of letters in his hand, coughed lightly: "I will read it."

  Pierre carefully took out a letter sealed in an envelope from his arms and presented it: "This is the letter Ms. Navarre entrusted me to deliver to you."

  Winters regained his spirits immediately. He calmly stuffed all the letters in his hand into Senior Mason's arms, and opened and read Anna's letter on the spot.

  Pierre glanced at Tribune Mason's veined forehead, and he knew that the latter was already full of anger, but it was inconvenient for him to explode because of his presence. Seeing that the Montagne tribune was concentrating on reading his mind, he resigned very wisely.

   "Go." Winters put down the letter and instructed: "Pay attention to rest."

  Pierre raised his hand in salute, got on his horse and left.

   When Pierre walked away, Mason immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Are you too lazy to read the letter now?"

   "These are official documents." Winters carefully put away Anna's home letters: "Of course you should open them up and file them."

   "Official documents?" Mason laughed angrily: "You think I can't tell the difference between public and private?"

Winters asked in puzzlement: "Otherwise? Do you think they will chat with me about daily trivial matters? If they are not official documents, what else can they be? So not giving it to you for filing is called disregarding public and private affairs.”

  Mason couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while.

Winters expressed more coherently what Mason had been thinking vaguely, and in fact he agreed with Winters that all information received and sent by policymakers should be recorded and archived by a dedicated body, especially for For military decision makers.

   "Just once." Winters struck while the iron was hot and sincerely promised: "Just this once!"

   "Okay." Mason put a thick stack of letters into his saddle bag. At the same time, another thing occupied his mind, so he pretended to ask Winters casually: "Why do I always feel that Mr. Mitchell has become a lot more reserved, not like before..."

  Winters smiled tolerantly: "You still ask directly—why Pierre and I are not close anymore?"

  Mason didn't expect Winters to break the window paper so bluntly. He hesitated and asked: "Yes, weren't you very close before? You brought him out by hand."

   "The child has grown up." Winters pretended to be old-fashioned: "I can't ask him to act like a baby, pretend to be good, and show his talents to the guests, right?"

   Mason laughed dumbfounded.

Winters put away his smile, and said sternly: "Pierre is already an adult—I don't only mean an adult in terms of age, and not only in terms of mood, but also in terms of rights and status. He What is needed is not love and care, but an adult's respect and recognition for another adult, so he will naturally behave serious and restrained in front of me."

"But does this mean that we are not close?" Winters paused for a moment, looked into the eyes of the senior, and smiled again: "On the contrary, I feel that Pierre and I are closer now than in the past .Because I know that he is an 'adult' and no longer needs my 'care'. I can fully trust him and entrust him with heavy burdens. If this is not closeness, what is it?"

  After listening to Winters' long speech, Senior Mason pondered for a long time before making a comment with a complicated expression: "I believe now—Mr. Mitchell was brought out by you."

   "Thanks for the compliment." Winters took off his hat exaggeratedly.

   "Besides, I believe in Bud's point of view even more now." Mason couldn't laugh or cry: "You are indeed a little too partial to Mr. Mitchell."

   "Where is it?!"

   While speaking, a rider led a horse and ran out of the city gate, climbed awkwardly on the horse's back, and galloped all the way to the mound in the middle of the construction site.

  The horse was so tired that its mouth was foaming, and its nose was blowing out.

  Holder on horseback was also drenched in sweat, his clothes seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

   "Your Excellency." Holder jumped off the swaying saddle and reported out of breath: "That... that... didn't sell a single one today."

  Winters kept a straight face, pretending not to hear clearly: "What?"

   "Not one sold..."

   Winters emphasized his tone: "What?!"

   "Report!" Holder stood at attention, with a mournful face, and shouted back: "Your plow truck! Not a single one was sold today!"

  Winters nodded expressionlessly: "This is the way to answer questions. Whether it is good news or bad news, it must be clearly stated."

   "Yes." Holder grinned.

  However, the next second, His Excellency the Tribune asked again: "Why didn't you sell one?"

  Holder was dumbfounded, he shrugged his shoulders and neck helplessly, and looked at Tribune Mason for help.

  Mason couldn't bear to see this, so he reminded softly: "Tell the truth."

   "I don't know." Holder replied in a low voice.

   "What?" Winters asked, frowning.

   "Report." Holder yelled, "I don't know."

   "Okay." Winters waved his hand: "Go find someone else."

  Holder couldn't hide his ecstasy. He hurriedly stepped on his horse and ran away immediately, even forgetting to salute.

   "Did you see that?" Winters' cold face melted away, and he smiled and said to the senior, "This is 'minor'."

  Mason looked at Houder's pitiful and funny back, and remembered Winters' kind attitude towards Pierre, and couldn't help complaining for Houder: "Why do you always scare him?"

   "This kid is easy to get carried away, and he must be strictly restrained." Winters didn't take it seriously: "Besides, when we entered school, didn't the teachers and seniors joke with us like this? And..."

  Suddenly, Winters suddenly felt a huge grip in his arm. He turned his head and was meeting Senior Mason's glare.

   "Promise me one thing." Mason said word by word.

  Winters unconsciously became submissive: "You...please speak."

   "If you have children in the future." Mason said solemnly: "Ms. Navarre must be in charge of education."

"why?"

   "Don't ask why! Just promise me!"

   "Got to tell me why?!"

   "Promise me! Promise me!"

   "..."

   "..."

  …

  When the two tribunes were still arguing over the method of education, the old Matia, who had successfully entered the city, met his old friend and best friend—Fayeka, the Artemis municipal councilor.

   "Don't count on it." Upon hearing his old friend's intention, Fayeka replied immediately: "The blood wolf will never allow you to redeem Matia Parr."

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