Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Where is that thing?" Winters stopped a villager at the entrance of the village and asked anxiously: "Who lit the beacon fire?"

Seeing a plume of smoke rising from the direction of the South Protestant Village [hereinafter referred to as the South/North New Village], Winters rushed over with two borrowed muskets.

Along the way, he made great efforts to encourage Hong Mane, for fear that he would be late. Hongmane spread his hooves and ran wildly, arriving at Nanxin Village in a flash.

The stopped peasant girl timidly led Winters to a yard in the south of the village. Some villagers have gathered inside and outside the yard, talking among themselves.

Winters felt nervous: Has someone been killed?

He quickly approached the yard with his horse, and the villagers nearby gave way. Winters asked the village chief directly: "Are there any casualties? Where is that thing? Where did it go?"

"Didn't run away, sir." The village chief of Nanxin Village pointed to the yard: "We locked that thing in the warehouse!"

What?

Warehouse?

Winters was puzzled at first, then became a little angry, and an unknown fire shot up.

Just that warehouse in the courtyard that's less than two meters high? Can that rotten wooden house contain the giant beast in the forest? Are you kidding me? !

"Mr. Balbi." Lieutenant Montagne on horseback looked down at the village chief. His solemn voice made the air suddenly turn cold: "Are you having fun with me?"

…

The air in the warehouse was humid and stuffy.

The sunlight passed through the holes in the roof and fell to the ground, revealing bright passages in the flying dust, barely illuminating the low wooden house.

Wheat husks, straw and some farm tools were piled scatteredly in the warehouse, and waves of low roars came from the deepest part of the debris.

A large tan wolf with messy fur was leaning against the corner, supporting its body on its two front legs. It bared its sharp teeth, revealed its fierce eyes, and growled to warn enemies not to get close.

There were several blood stains on the wolf's body, and the injury on the left hind leg was the most serious. You could even see the bone stubble piercing the skin, which was caused by the farmers beating it with sticks.

The wild creature was now at the end of its crossbow. Winters looked at it one last time, and then threw the spear in his hand.

The short spear carried with great force hit the wolf whose hind limbs were seriously injured. The tip of the spear entered sideways, came out from the other side and penetrated the ribs and plunged into the soil.

The wolf pinned to the ground whimpered like a wounded puppy. Winters drew his short blade and relieved it of its pain.

Winters, who was dragging the brown wolf carcass out of the barn, asked the village chief: "Is this one the only one? Are there any more?"

Around the yard, the Nanxin villagers who saw the dead wolf burst into cheers.

"No more, Your Lordship." The frightened Balbi Village Chief swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "This one was blocked in the warehouse."

A dog, three chickens and ducks, half a dozen eggs, and holes in the legs of several villagers were bitten, that's all the losses in Nanxin Village.

About five or six wolves broke into Nanxin Village in search of food, and one of them was killed on the spot by the gathered militiamen. Except for one wolf who panicked and hid in the farmer's barn, the rest of the wolves ran back to the forest.

The barn was small and no villagers dared to enter, so the brown wolf was finally killed by Winters himself.

The villagers of Nanxin Village were very excited. In their opinion, although the wolf plague was real, they not only drove away the wolves but also killed two of them, so the wolf plague was not a big deal.

After getting Winters' permission, the jubilant Protestants were already preparing to divide the wolf meat.

Girard and Winters rode side by side on horseback, watching from a distance as the villagers sharpened their knives and boiled water. The former sighed happily: "Second Lieutenant, it seems that the militiamen in Nanxin Village have been well trained by you."

"I just practiced javelin a few times, but there is no training at all. What comes is just a wolf, something that a few farmers can solve with wooden sticks." Winters shook his head, and there was no joy in his tone: "What we need to guard against is not something as simple as this."

Hunter Ralph left the villagers who were dealing with the dead wolf and walked towards Winters and the two.

"Is there anything special?" Winters asked the hunter.

"Sir, in addition to acid water and a little squirrel remains, there are only grass roots in the wolf's stomach." Ralph reported his findings: "Generally speaking, these wolves are afraid of people. They probably venture into the village because they are extremely hungry." ."

Winters asked the hunter again: "People in Nanxin Village say that the wolf is running west. Do you think you can catch up with it?"

"We can chase them. Although two companions died, the wolves already know that there is food here, and they may come again when they are hungry. But we arrived late, so the chance of catching up with them is relatively small." Ralph was cautious to answer.

Winters nodded and ordered: "Let Dusak assemble. You will lead the way and we will give chase. Killing one more now will save you some trouble in the future."

Ralph took the order and left to call Dussac, who was watching the excitement.

When the riders were regrouping, Sergei came over with two rolls full of blood and showed them to Winters happily: "Sir! Look! I will get the wolf skin from the anti-religion for you. coming."

The hunter's skinning skills were very good. The wolf skin was completely peeled off from claws to tail to head, without even being stained with too much blood.

"What do I need this thing for?" Seeing the skinned wolf skin, Winters felt a little uncomfortable.

"The wolf you killed, the wolf skin must be yours." The old man said matter-of-factly: "You can't take advantage of the traitor. Let Ralph tan it tomorrow and sew a few sets of gloves, wrist guards and the like. Wouldn't it be beautiful? Very good?"

Gilad also smiled and said: "Wolf skin is good, it is more breathable than cowhide and sheepskin."

"That's right! The best thing about a wolf is its leather, which is better than two layers of cowhide stacked together!" Old Sergey said with certainty.

The old man glanced at the lively scene of the villagers dividing meat in Nanxin Village and said disdainfully: "Rebels don't know what good food is. What's so good about wolf meat? It's sour and smelly. I won't eat it even if it's given to me for free."

"Okay. It's good if you have meat to eat. What's there to dislike?" Gilad hit his old buddy lightly with a whip as if he was joking: "If it had been thirty years earlier, I would have squeezed to the front to grab the meat." It’s you.”

Sergey did not continue the topic, and instead asked Winters happily: "Sir, I heard that you almost scared the village chief of Nanxin Village to the point where he peed his pants?"

Although the old man was very angry that he had to go on another trip in vain, he was obviously more happy that the protestant village chief was embarrassed.

Winters smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not expect that just a question could make Village Chief Balbi lose his composure.

"Rebels have to be beaten from time to time!" the old man said enthusiastically: "If you ask me, you are just too friendly to them, they are not afraid of you..."

The more Winters listened, the more he felt something was wrong, but because he didn't understand the grudges between the several villages in Wolf Town, he just listened and didn't speak.

"Okay!" Gilad immediately shouted to stop: "You guy, how come the older you get, the less careful you are about your mouth?"

Afterwards, the riders from Dussa Village gathered.

Under the leadership of hunter Ralph, more than twenty riders followed the traces of the wolves towards the woodland west of Nanxin Village.

…

…

Winters and Girard didn't return to Mitchell's house until the sun went down.

The two led the riders from the village of Dussa in pursuit for several hours, but found nothing.

Before the tired Lieutenant Montagne could take a breath, an uninvited guest came to his door... To be precise, the other party had been waiting at Mitchell's house.

Looking at the other person's clothes and accessories, Winters tried hard to recall the face in front of him.

He asked uncertainly: "Well, you are... you are the priest holding the cup in the church, right?"

"That's right, Your Excellency, the resident official." The young man in front of him was not sullen, but still smiled and replied: "I am the priest of this church, Carmen. The deputy of Brother Anthony."

Two priests in a small church? Winters was quite surprised, but he just asked calmly: "What do you want from me?"

"I do have something I would like to ask for your help." The young priest's smile was laced with a hint of embarrassment: "Excuse me, you haven't hired a formal scribe yet, have you?"

Winters handed over the paperwork of the resident officer to Girard's scribe Panwitch.

Hearing the other party's question, Winters was surprised and amused: "No, but I don't dare to ask a real priest to be my clerk. You...could you be here to find me a job?" ?”

"That's right, I'm here to apply for a job from you." Father Carman's smile became more and more embarrassing: "But it's not for myself, but I am also a highly respected priest..."

"Wait a minute." Winters stopped Carman and asked with a smile: "Are you talking about that priest Anthony? He is at least sixty years old, right?"

Father Carman hurriedly explained: "Of course not. Brother Anthony is the chief priest of this church, and of course he will not be a scribe. I am talking about another clergyman."

"Mr. Carman." Seeing that the other party was serious, Winters stopped his smile and asked seriously: "Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not! Of course not, I sincerely come to apply for a job for Brother Reed!"

Winters was already tired, but now he was even more annoyed: "A formal cleric wants a scribe's position? Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not, please listen to my explanation." Father Carman said sincerely: "Brother Rhett is a begging monk. He travels around various places all year round to practice asceticism and beg for food. He just came to Wolf Town yesterday and plans to be here this year. Over the winter. That’s why I wanted to find a temporary shelter for him.”

Mendicant monks emphasize poverty and purity, do not sit in church, and rely on "begging for food" to travel around and preach. They are a kind of ascetic monk.

Winters was even more puzzled: "Is it possible that your church still lacks a set of tableware? Even a mendicant monk can't be a scribe for me, right?"

"Well, Brother Reed's theological views are relatively..." Father Carman blushed and said in an almost inaudible voice, "...it's more unusual, so he has some discord with Brother Anthony..."

The young priest asked with difficulty: "Your Excellency Montagne, I really have no other way to ask for your help... You are not a Catholic, right?"

Winters shook his head and replied with a sneer: "No."

"Not Orthodox or Protestant, right?"

"neither."

"You are...a disbeliever, aren't you?"

"That's right."

After confirming that the officer in front of him was not a believer, Father Carman was not only not angry, but also looked much more relaxed: "That's why I came to beg you, because you are the only one in Wolf Town who can tolerate Brother Red's theological views."

Winters was very surprised: "Is it possible that you are going to try to force me a heretic?"

"That's not true." Father Carman said with an awkward smile: "But since you are a disbeliever, it doesn't matter whether you are a heretic or not, right?"

Trying to argue with a seminary-educated priest was clearly asking for trouble. Winters was very tired and just wanted to rest as soon as possible and was too lazy to talk nonsense with the priest in front of him.

He yawned and said helplessly: "In this case... you can bring me to see him first, okay?"

"Okay!" Father Carman stood up happily: "Then let's make a deal."

After saying that, Kaman left without looking back, without even saying goodbye.

Winters tried to stop the other party but failed. Lieutenant Montagne smiled bitterly and said to himself: "How can this be settled?"

…

The next day.

Langtun Town Town Hall.

Both Girard and Winters were dumbfounded.

"Mr. Carman, are you sure you are not kidding me?" Winters tried to control his emotions and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "This... this Brother Red... is at least seventy years old. Bar?"

Gilad Mitchell also nodded involuntarily.

In front of the three of them, an old monk with a fluttering beard twirled his beard and smiled without saying a word.

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