Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Word travels faster than anything else.

Even before the courier of victory arrived at Gévaudan, the bookmakers who had set bets on the outcome of the battle had already refused to accept bets.

The bonds compulsorily subscribed by the new government were once reduced to waste paper, but now they are dug out from the bottom of the box by businessmen and craftsmen, and some people even take the initiative to buy them.

A large number of citizens poured into the church and kissed the altar with tears in their eyes to fulfill their vows.

The titles of several tribunes changed from "rebels" and "rebels" to "holy knights sent by the Lord to save Tiefeng County" overnight. It is unknown how many candles were lit in their names.

And imaginative speculators have long set their sights on the south bank of the St. George River - there is a new city there and there are many people.

Those who are more daring, or more greedy, are eyeing another thing - the head.

"...Thank you for your kindness in coming to visit us..." Anna politely expressed her gratitude and respect, and sent the guests all the way to the door.

I don’t know how many ladies and ladies came to visit, and the small living room of the officers’ apartment became very lively.

One thing everyone is asking in a roundabout way is, "Will Tribune Montagne really keep his promise?"

Across the wall, someone was eavesdropping.

Hearing the footsteps walking away, Scarlett, who was still angry, said disdainfully: "Weren't we all so reluctant to invite them here before? Why are we so enthusiastic now? How hypocritical."

"Idiot." Catherine's eyes narrowed with laughter: "They were reluctant to come before because they were afraid of being solicited for donations. Now they suddenly become enthusiastic, which means it is profitable. People are like this, there is nothing hypocritical or hypocritical."

The two young ladies shared a box of milk cakes, and in front of them was a table full of exquisite snack boxes wrapped in silk cloth.

The Platuan people were not in the habit of visiting the house empty-handed, so they got two squirrels off.

While Anna was tired of attending to guests, Scarlett and Catherine hid in the hallway next to the living room. While eavesdropping, they ate secretly, choosing the best from each box of snacks.

Scarlett's eyes lit up: "Wine!"

"Let me take a look." Catherine picked up the wine bottle first and read the label in the dim light: "[Bull's Blood], what winery is this?"

At this moment, Anna pushed open the corridor door and caught the two little ladies who were stealing food.

Catherine silently handed the bottle to Scarlett.

But Anna just put down the newly received snack box and walked back to the living room without saying a word, turning a blind eye to the two of them.

Scarlett and Catherine looked at each other for a moment, then walked cautiously into the living room.

Anna lowered her head and fiddled with the embroidery basket, but she was just inserting needles and removing stitches in a meaningless way. She was not actually doing anything.

Seeing her sister's uneasy look, Catherine blinked, tiptoed behind Anna, and suddenly said in surprise: "Mr. Montagne, when did you come back?"

"Stop making trouble." Anna sighed.

"real!"

Anna ignored her sister.

Seeing that her sister was unmoved, Catherine sat down next to Anna with some frustration, and fell into the latter's lap in boredom.

Anna could no longer continue her "embroidery". She put the sewing basket aside and patiently arranged her sister's hair.

"I can't be happy to see you like this." Catherine said disappointedly: "How about we have a fight..."

Only then did Anna show a smile, and she flicked Catherine's forehead hard, causing her sister to bite her sister in pain.

The two sisters were playing around, but Scarlett became the awkward third party. Neither leaving nor staying.

Anna quickly noticed that this was a bit rude. She pushed her sister up and asked Scarlett with a smile: "Isn't Mrs. Mitchell back from church yet?"

"not yet."

"How about we go to the cathedral too?"

"No, no, no, no." Scarlett shook her head desperately, her short chestnut hair swaying in the wind: "My mother is not happy when she sees me, so I still have to avoid her. You go to the church, and I will add some grass to the eternal life."

Anna stood up and took out another pair of boots: "You are not in a hurry to go to the church. I will accompany you to add grass to the eternal life."

Catherine burst out laughing: "In addition to not being able to bark, isn't that little pony almost turned into a dog?"

While talking, Ana changed her boots.

Scarlett, who had been silent until now, made up her mind and summoned up great courage to ask: "Miss Navarre?"

Anna was startled: "Huh?"

"You are Mademoiselle Navarre, right?"

Anna looked at Scarlett and nodded slowly: "That's right."

"I won't tell anyone else." Scarlett promised as if she swore, and she said to Anna with a blushing face: "Now that the war is over, you can actually take the initiative to find him!"

"What bad idea did you come up with?!" Catherine sat up straight: "Just because the war is over doesn't mean it will be safe outside the city!"

However, looking at her sister again, Catherine knew that it was useless for her to say anything.

…

The suspension bridge was slowly lowered, and eight armed riders escorted a carriage out of the new city.

Old Priskin's persuasion was fruitless, so he could only choose eight good men and the best carriage.

Catherine refused to stay alone in the city, and Scarlett was afraid of being scolded by her mother for coming up with ideas. They both wanted to go with her, but Anna didn't take anyone with her.

It was still dangerous outside the city, she knew, but she really couldn't stay in Gevaudan any longer.

The carriage was stopped less than a mile out of the city.

Fortunately it was Mason who stopped the carriage.

Gevaudin can't be left alone, so Richard Mason rushed back from St. Croix to take charge of the overall situation.

"Ms. Navarre?" When Mason saw the passengers in the carriage, he was first surprised and then smiled bitterly: "Winters is no longer in Saint-Que. I have a letter from him here. There is also a guest...your guest. "

A fat rider came forward, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and greeted with a flattering tone: "Miss, with the blessing of the Lord, I finally see you. It's great that you are safe and sound. !”

Anna felt dizzy. The fat rider was none other than one of her mother's most trusted partners: "Mr. Leo."

Just when Mason returned to Jevaudan, the news of the [Iron Peak Victory] had spread on horseback to Baishan County, to Maplestone City, to the Great Wilderness... and to all directions.

The notorious Terdun Khan Court was destroyed in one fell swoop, and fell into the hands of insignificant "rebels". This incident was no different from an earthquake in the newly cultivated land, even in Plato and the Great Wasteland.

The aftershocks it caused will spread to every inch of land from the Shade Mountains in the north to the Golden Summit Mountains in the south, exceeding even the boldest predictions of the most arrogant commentators.

The monsoon roll isn't over yet (facepalm) because the storms haven't hit the coast yet.

But emotionally, the previous content should come to an end for the time being.

After learning the lessons from the second volume, maybe it would be better to put the following story in "Monsoon Volume (Part 2)"?

[And...Does this count as forcibly removing the flag that "the third volume will never exceed two hundred (five hundred) thousand words"? ]