Iron Powder and Spellcaster

When you visit Mitchell Manor, you will definitely need to tidy up.

So Winters took a bath in the river outside the town.

He has now learned to swim and loves swimming.

Because the burden on his left leg in the water is not as heavy as on land, it can relieve a lot of pain.

Clean your body and shave your beard.

Winters took off his tattered lumberjack uniform and carefully took out a starched and ironed officer's uniform from the bottom of the box.

There are several places on this uniform that have been mended, and although the menders are very skillful, it can still be seen.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is an officer's uniform.

In the eyes of experts, it is actually the summer uniform for officers of the Army Academy.

This summer uniform was exactly what Winters wore when he was escorted to Plato.

Official officers' uniforms need to be purchased by themselves, but no one in Veneta made Plato uniforms-except for the "vain" second lieutenant Andrea Cellini.

But even Andre's hussar uniform deliberately chose a red waistband and blue piping that was different from that of the Palatine hussar.

When Winters was getting ready for winter last year, she made a cashmere coat.

But underneath his overcoat he still wore his old summer clothes in protest.

After returning to Wolf Town, Winters always wore hunting clothes.

Not only was the safari suit comfortable, but it also had lots of pockets—something Winters liked very much as a spellcaster—and it didn't reveal his identity.

Due to all these factors, the old summer clothes are at the bottom of the box.

It was only able to see the light of day because I was going to dinner at Mitchell's house today.

It would be rude to visit empty-handed, but Winters didn't have a suitable gift - he couldn't bring money, could he?

After thinking about it, he picked up two rabbits, plucked a few bunches of wild roses, and went to the door.

The Mitchell Manor in the sunset is peaceful and beautiful, and it always gives Winters a sense of warmth here.

Girard's four hounds smelled the scent of rabbit blood from a distance and ran out to greet him excitedly.

Not only did the hounds not starve to death, they also gave birth to a litter of pups. But because the female dog didn't eat enough, her breasts were deflated and there was no milk.

Ellen couldn't bear it, so she took the puppies back to the house to raise them and fed them goat's milk.

The four hounds returned to Mitchell Manor.

The hounds were excited to smell Winters' scent.

They didn't dare to pounce on Winters, nor did they dare to snatch the rabbit. It just wagged its tail desperately, ran around in circles around Winters, and licked Winters' hand in a flattering manner.

Winters was always overwhelmed by the dogs' enthusiasm. He held the rabbit high and comforted the dogs: "Don't grab it... wait until autumn, and I will take you hunting in the autumn."

But the dogs didn't understand what Winters was talking about and thought he was going to play with them.

As a result, they became even more excited, and one of them was even so excited that he leaked urine.

"That's enough!" Scarlett came to Winters' rescue and used a branch to drive away the hounds: "Bad guy! Bad dog!"

The hounds sadly walked away with their tails between their legs.

"Thanks to you, Miss Mitchell." Winters breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Mrs. Mitchell here?"

Scarlett blushed slightly and took Winters' arm: "I'm waiting for you."

Little Ms. Mitchell almost looked like a boy, with her hair in a ponytail and trousers—something unimaginable for a "respectable" lady.

Ellen waited for Winters on the porch.

She took the bouquet and smiled lightly: "What beautiful roses, Mr. Montagne."

"Really?" Now it was Winters' turn to blush: "Actually, I didn't even know it was Qiangwei..."

He plucked these flowers casually on the roadside, leaving him with several small wounds.

"Then you must be careful. Roses have rich meanings and cannot be given away casually." Ellen invited Winters to come in: "The tableware has been set and is waiting for you."

"Sorry for being late." Winters laughed heartily and calmly loosened his waistband: "But I can smell the smell of stewed chicken from a distance."

Winters handed the rabbit to the maid and walked into the Mitchell mansion.

There was another guest sitting at the table, and Winters couldn't believe his eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Montagne." Father Carman saluted and greeted him politely.

Winters was stunned for a moment, then walked up to Kaman and gave the priest a bear hug.

Father Carman was unable to resist this sudden warm welcome.

He was at a loss, raised his arms stiffly, and looked at Mrs. Mitchell for help.

"Mr. Montagne is very happy to see you." Ellen smiled happily: "Father Carman."

Kaman sighed and patted Winters on the back in disgust: "Okay... okay."

Scarlett held her mother's arm and looked at the "touching" scene in front of her, with a smile on her face.

Winters let go of his arm, grabbed Kaman's shoulder, and asked in surprise: "Why are you back?"

Kaman smiled bitterly and moved away Winters' hand: "Why can't I come back?"

"I mean...how did you come back?"

"I am a clergyman." Kaman said in a light tone: "Of course I want to return to my diocese, so I can return to my diocese."

Winters asked impatiently: "Do you know the whereabouts of the others?"

"Some people are separated from me, and some people have been inspired by the Lord." Kaman's eyes were a little dim: "I came back on my own."

"Where's Mr. Mitchell? Have you met him?"

Carman shook his head: "No, I have already told Madam. I have not met Mr. Mitchell."

"Sit down and talk." Ellen greeted gently: "The soup will be cold in a while."

The four of them sat down at the dining table.

Mr. Mitchell Sr. was not at home, and Mr. Mitchell Jr. was on duty in the military camp, so the main seat was empty.

The four sat facing each other, Scarlett sitting next to Winters, Father Carman and Mrs. Mitchell sitting on one side.

"About Anthony Priest." Winters comforted Carman: "I'm sorry."

Kaman bowed calmly and said the words commonly used by clergy: "Brother Anthony is not in pain. He is with the Lord now and has eternal life. As for the gold and silver sacrificial vessels, those are not important."

At this time, Winters didn't know what to say.

He had a vague feeling: the Wolf Town church was in ruins, and Kaman was not as sad as he was.

"By the way, Mr. Montagne." Ellen looked at Winters across the table with her light blue eyes: "Father Carman has discussed something with me, and I hope you can lend a helping hand."

"Just say it." Winters replied solemnly.

"Can you send some manpower to rebuild the Wolf Town Church?" Ellen added kindly: "Of course, your efforts will not be in vain. Father Carman and I came up with a way to get the best of both worlds."

Winters' face turned slightly red, he coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment, and hurriedly explained: "No... you don't have to ask me for compensation..."

Winters organized the cemetery, repaired roads, and rebuilt the blacksmith shop, town hall, and sheriff's office.

But he didn't care about the Wolf Town Church, and it was still a scorched ruin.

He wants to build prefabricated houses for the militiamen and prepare shacks for the refugees, so how can he have the time to rebuild a church?

Not only did Winters neglect the church, he also seriously considered demolishing the remaining stone walls of the church and building other houses - stone is a good thing, how can it be wasted?

However, considering the status of this building in the hearts of the people of Wolf Town, Winters was very sensible and did not dig the foundation of the church wall.

But since Mrs. Mitchell and Father Carman asked, Winters naturally agreed on the spot.

He has no shortage of manpower and building materials, so rebuilding the church is not a difficult task.

Mrs. Mitchell and Carman asked for only this one thing, and then it was time for the usual dinner.

Several people chatted comfortably, and Mrs. Mitchell always continued the conversation appropriately and profitably.

Father Carman seemed to be in a dull mood, immersed in the food.

After the excitement of the reunion subsided, Winters looked at Kaman and suddenly realized: he was sitting in front of a magical user.

And he is also a "friendly" magical user.

At least Kaman didn't kill him to silence him, and it doesn't look like he wants to try to silence him in the future.

Winters was almost trembling with excitement, his legs trembling beneath the table.

The way he stared at Carman even made Scarlett's expression weird.

But Winters' rationality still existed, and he was careful not to speak rashly, and continued the dinner calmly.

"We have to find a way, at least draw up an experimental plan first." Winters unconsciously stirred the soup plate with a spoon: "At least not now."

He immediately decided to draw the drawings immediately when he got back tonight! Construction on the church will begin tomorrow! I promise to make the church beautiful for Carman!

Winters' thoughts had already spread to the sky: "There are several pages of conjectures about divine magic in the general's notes. What are they about? Why can't I remember it?! Is divine magic within the general's system? Or is it? Outside the general's system? We need to design experiments to verify! Oh, but we need instruments! Where can I get instruments? Make them myself? What can be built with the conditions in Wolf Town? I..."

Scarlett touched Winters' leg lightly.

Winters woke up from his reverie and realized that he had spilled the soup on the table.

Mrs. Mitchell's crocheted tablecloth had been stained to a large extent.

Scarlett quietly handed him a napkin.

"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment." Winters wiped his hands with a wry smile and went to wipe the tablecloth again.

"It's okay, just leave it alone." Ellen didn't mean to blame: "Just leave it to me to take care of it. But if you don't seriously taste the white soup I made, I will be angry."

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The dinner ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Winters held on to the wall and walked to the living room - what the maids of the Mitchell family called "the gentlemen's room" in the past.

The Mitchells' recliner was still in the living room, wiped clean.

In the past, Winters and Girard would come here after dinner.

Girard would open the window, make himself comfortable in a chair, and carefully fill his pipe.

He would take a deep breath first, and then exhale the mist comfortably.

Winters doesn't smoke, but he also likes the feeling of lying still after eating.

Sometimes there are other guests: Girard's old buddies, two priests from the church, owners of other estates...

After Pierre's name was added to the roster, Girard also began to acquiesce in his son's participation in "Gentlemen's Hour."

But now, the room was empty except for a few lounge chairs and Winters.

Winters sighed, opened the window, and slowly lay down on the chair.

He ate so much that he felt a little guilty.

Because his men were still eating rough black bread - not even full - he had a good meal at the Mitchells'.

Since returning to his old unit, he has been working with the army.

He ate whatever the militiamen ate.

Sharing joys and sorrows is easier said than done.

The initial passion was quickly smoothed away by the bran residue in the bread, and then it was all about persistence.

But Winters held on. We are all human beings. If a warrior can eat, there is no reason why he cannot eat.

He gradually adapted to the true face of this world. He no longer spit out the whole piece of bran, but chewed it and swallowed it directly.

But he still missed Balian very much. The blacksmith had a special ability to make unpalatable materials delicious.

And most people only have the ability to make unpalatable ingredients even more palatable.

Winters couldn't help but think: "Should we set up a separate department to prepare meals?"

But in that case, the military establishment will become bloated.

One of the major contents of the old marshal's military reforms was to make reductions in the army: abolishing retainers, eliminating all unnecessary auxiliary troops, and reducing the burden on the troops.

Soldiers are responsible for carrying tents, carrying ordnance, and preparing food. Even without auxiliary soldiers, the army will not lose its combat effectiveness.

So Winters couldn't make up his mind either.

"Maybe we can try it." He thought: "Anyway, there are only three arrows now, so if you make a mistake, you can easily correct it."

While he was dreaming in the recliner, Scarlett quietly walked into the living room.

"Are you going to stay tonight?" Little Ms. Mitchell asked with a slight blush, "The room is all ready."

Winters lived with the troops during this time.

"No need to bother, I'd better go back to the military camp in town."

Scarlett nodded and didn't force it, but she didn't leave either.

She sat boldly next to Winters, looked him in the eye and said, "Botayun should have her foal in the third or fourth week of August."

"OK."

Scarlett's eyes turned to Winters' body and she chatted casually: "Do you know why it is called Botayun?"

"Why?" Winters suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Scarlett has gradually grown into Ms. Mitchell from the young, timid little Scarlett who didn't even dare to speak.

He has a brother-like affection for Pierre, and naturally he looks at Scarlett like a little sister, and he can always see the shadow of Ella.

But he suddenly realized that this was not his biological sister after all. Scarlett was not Ella. Her temperament was even more mature, tough, and independent than Ella looked...

Winters' body language gave him away, and he subconsciously backed away from Scarlett.

All along, he was actually projecting Ella onto Scarlett.

For the brothers and sisters who have grown up together since childhood, even the slightest thought of physical desire will make people feel sick involuntarily.

Winters suddenly had this sick feeling when he realized that Scarlett had become a woman.

Scarlett looked at Winters' body: "The Dussa people have a habit of calling horses by their coat color. Bota is a noble class in ancient times. Bota cloud means a good horse as white as a cloud."

"Oh? Calling horses according to their coat color? The same is true for Huds." Winters coughed slightly and backed away: "Where did you know this?"

"The story my father told me..." Scarlett lowered her body gently: "You can stay here tonight."

Winters shook his head desperately.

"Then here!" Scarlett bit her teeth and stood up suddenly.

"You...what are you going to do?" Beads of sweat appeared on Winters' forehead.

"Of course it's for you..." Scarlett grabbed Winters' trouser leg and took off the ruler from his wrist: "...to measure the size."

"Oh..." Winters breathed a sigh of relief, and then exclaimed: "I can't even measure myself!"

Scarlett's eyes blinked.

Winters explained sincerely: "I'm not short of clothes. I've already troubled the Mitchell Manor too much, and I really don't have the dignity to trouble you anymore..."

"It's okay, I'm willing to sew clothes for you."

"No, really not."

"I will learn the tailoring trade."

"It's not a question of whether you can..."

No matter what Scarlett said, Winters refused desperately.

Suddenly, Scarlett's nose became sore and she lay on the recliner and cried.

If there's anything in the world that scares Winters, it's a lady's tears.

"What happened to you?"

"Why?" Scarlett cried: "Why do you always reject me? Am I so bad? I..."

"That's not the case." Winters was at a loss, and he tried to reason: "The reason why you are so angry with me... is actually because Wolf Town is too isolated, and I am a fresh face. When you grow up, when you get out of Wolf Town, you I will meet more and better men, all of them gentler and more considerate than me..."

Scarlett cried even harder: "Are you saying that I'm not dedicated and like everyone I see? I'm not! Me! No! Yes!"

Winters' words not only failed to appease little Ms. Mitchell, but caused more serious harm.

"I have a fiancée." Winters sighed and said softly to Scarlett: "She is still waiting for me."

This is a good reason, but the first half of it is a lie because Anna is not engaged to Winters.

The second half may have been a lie before, but it is even more of a lie now, because Anna will not wait for him anymore, and he has broken Anna's heart.

Scarlett's eyes were swollen from crying: "Your fiancée is in the horizon, but I am right in front of you. I can also be your fiancée, and I am willing to take her away from you."

Winters was at a loss for words.

There was silence for a long time, and the crying gradually became weaker. Winters took out a handkerchief and handed it to Scarlett.

"Do you really have a fiancée?" Scarlett sobbed and asked, "Or are you cheating on me? Prevaricating me?"

"Yes." Winters suddenly felt sad and his nose was sore: "I'll show you her portrait."

He unhooked the locket and opened it carefully.

Anna was there, with a slight smile on her lips.

He hadn't opened the locket for a long time because he didn't dare look into Anna's eyes.

Scarlett took the locket and stared at Anna with eyes red from crying: "She is beautiful."

"Yeah, she's beautiful."

Winters awkwardly tried to wipe Scarlett's tears away.

"I will never be so beautiful." Scarlett said angrily.

"No..." Winters smiled bitterly: "No one can compare to her."

Hearing this, Scarlett's tears that had stopped flowed again.

"Don't cry...don't cry..." Winters already didn't know what to do: "I..."

There was a sudden commotion in the Mitchell mansion, and Winters looked at the source of the sound warily.

Heavy footsteps were approaching from the corridor - if Winters heard him correctly, it was a man.

That was not the sound of Father Carman's footsteps.

At this moment in Mitchell Manor, there will never be a third man.

Winters gently hugged Scarlett and protected her behind him.

He looked towards the four walls of the living room, looking for weapons.

"Boom!"

The door to the living room was opened.

"Here!" shouted a familiar voice, it was Gold: "My lord! Look! Who I brought here!"

A thin figure walked into the living room.

The figure was dressed in men's clothing and a hat, but Winters was unmistakable.

It's Anna.

It's Ana Navarre.

Winters' pupils dilated sharply, his whole body became stiff, and his body even lost consciousness.

Scarlett was startled to realize that the brave knight beside her was trembling - trembling unconsciously.

Winters looked at Anna, and the white moonlight buried in his heart gently shone on him at this moment.

But why is she so sad? So desperate?

Winters didn't understand.

And Anna Navarre looked at Mr. Montagne, at the strange girl's eyes that were red from crying, at the messy lounge chair, and at Mr. Montagne's arm holding the strange girl.

The two of them seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the mercenary loggia.

It's still him, it's still her, he's still wearing the old uniform, and she's still wearing men's clothes.

But everything has changed.

She left everything behind and came to the end of the world regardless.

This is what happened.

Didn't she expect this? Of course there is.

She originally thought that she would be so distraught that she would leave, return to Hailan, marry another man, and take revenge on the unfaithful person.

But at this moment, there was only anger in her heart. Grief and despair had become the fuel of anger, and she was so angry that her body shook involuntarily.

Her mind was filled with a word, a word she had never said - "Little hooves!"

"Why are you here?" Winters finally regained consciousness.

"Of course." Anna almost bit her lip: "Yes! Come! Elope! Escape! with! You!"

The small living room was deathly silent.

A clear and sweet female voice came from behind Anna: "Humph, where is the famous Mr. M? I..."

A girl, also wearing men's clothing, similar in appearance to Anna, but more beautiful, poked her head out from Anna's shoulder.

Seeing the scene in the living room, her smile disappeared instantly.

Without saying a word, she took Anna's right hand and left.

"Don't!" Winters grabbed Anna's left hand with a lunge. He had already understood, but now he couldn't argue: "No!"

The strange girl was angry: "Let go!"

"[Old saying] Seeing is not true." Winters ignored the other party and looked directly into Anna's eyes. There was no way he would let Anna leave like this.

Scarlett wiped away her tears and walked to the Navarre sisters calmly: "You have a misunderstanding."

"Shut up!" The strange girl became even more angry.

Suddenly, there was another commotion in Mitchell Manor.

This time the noise was more urgent and dangerous than before.

There were not only the sounds of heavy footsteps, but also the neighing of war horses, the crisp sound of boot nails hitting the floor, and the sound of sword sheaths slapping against the hem of clothes.

"Scout!" Pierre rushed into the Mitchell Manor, with Angelou and Vashika following behind him.

As soon as Pierre entered the main entrance, he shouted looking for Winters: "Scout! Gévaudin's scout!"

How come they all came together!

Winters gritted his teeth, took Anna's hand, and kissed it.

His eyes were so wide that he almost wanted to dig out his heart and show it to Anna.

His eyes intertwined with Anna's: "Wait until I come back!"

Ana didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Gold!" Winters yelled the culprit's name.

The old pirate, who knew he was in trouble, trembled in fright: "My lord?"

"You brought them here! Take care of them! No one is allowed to leave!"

"yes."

Taking the saber from Pierre, Winters strode toward the door:

"Let's go! Go meet Gévaudin's scouts!"

Outside the door, the Dusaks beat their chests vigorously and cheered loudly.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away until it could no longer be heard.

(End of chapter)

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Special Document: "Letters Received by Madame Navarre"

Material: Parchment paper

Above is a line of beautiful cursive characters

A: Sorry, Mom, I have to go on a long trip. Love your daughter.

Below are a few crooked letters.

K: I’ll go too!

[This chapter contains a map of Tiefeng County, please find it in the description of this chapter. I will post this map a few times in the near future, just in case some book friends don’t see it. Because this is the latest stage. ]

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