Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The old foreman Covilyan and the white-headed Roger hid in the pine forest on the lakeshore, watching the fire in the city become more and more dazzling.

Although Baron Qian warned the two of them to guard the sled dogs and the ice cart, anyone with a sound mind could figure it out: What kind of dog? What car? Is it possible that the Baron still plans to go back to the hotel and take a nap?

The fact is that the Baron couldn't tell the difference between his subordinates and guarded the two, so he made up a random reason to stabilize Covilyan and Roger.

The lake was dead silent and there was no one on the shore. There was no better opportunity to escape than now.

Roger Baldhead wanted to run away several times, but every time he caught a glimpse of his uncle's hunched back and slightly trembling fingers, he couldn't help it.

Hesitantly, time passed by minute by second.

The sled dog suddenly barked wildly, jumped out of the lake embankment, and flew towards the hiding place of the uncle and nephew.

He is the baron's attendant. Judging from the appearance of the attendant, he must have just experienced a hard battle: the breastplate was beaten to a piece, and the lead was still embedded in the pits. The originally clean burqa was stained with blood and mud, and the edges of the burqa were burnt black.

Seeing that the foreman and the thin white-haired man didn't run away, Charles was a little surprised. He stopped at the edge of the forest and called to the white-headed Roger: "Follow me!"

Covilian hurriedly walked forward and asked humbly: "Excuse me, where are you going?"

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two, just follow me." Charles thought for a while: "Bring the dog with you, maybe it will be useful."

"Uncle, don't worry about it. I'll go with him." Roger was heartbroken and walked out of the woods quite lonely. He said harshly: "But you have to find a warm place for my uncle. This is a place where people are welcome." A place like this? It’s freezing to death!”

"Easy to handle. Old sir, do you know where Schmid's house is? Just go there." Charles raised his hand and pointed at the white-headed Roger: "But you have to follow me honestly and don't have any evil thoughts."

"Okay, how to go?"

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Won't."

Charles grinned, showing his white teeth: "Then I will have to humiliate you."

After a while, Roger the Whitehead was like a sack of flour, tied to the horse's butt in a very humiliating posture.

Ciel whistled, and the sled dogs began to stir.

"Don't move around, I'm not responsible for falling to death." Charles was about to whip his whip, but suddenly thought of another important matter, and warned with a smile: "Remember to change your name to Captain Bern when you get there, so as not to reveal your secret."

With that, he walked away, followed by the sled dogs.

Covilian watched the two of them leave, bowed silently, and walked tiredly to Schmid's house.

…

After Charles picked up White-headed Roger, Winters immediately asked White-headed Roger to lead the way to the place where he met the man with green eyes and black face.

Roger cooperated and took Winters and others to the intersection of Manner Street and Omer Street.

"Is this here?" Winters asked.

Roger nodded and pointed to the roadside: "Right there, I saw the black face helping the blond boy get into the carriage."

Winters looked around. There was nothing special, just an ordinary street scene:

A stone road that can accommodate two carriages running parallel to the fence and courtyard wall of the road. There are few shops and workshops in Beicheng District, so most of the roads are lined with residences.

In addition to Winters' men, more than 20 militiamen from the North City District were brought over inexplicably.

At this moment, they were standing in groups behind Winters, whispering and waiting for orders without knowing why.

Winters thought for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at the militiamen: "Who has been a captain of ten? Sergeant?"

All the militiamen looked at each other, and two older men stood up.

Seeing this, Winters ordered another militiaman with a mature and reliable face: "You are also a captain of ten."

Immediately, Winters pulled out his rifle from his carryall, walked straight to the center of the intersection, and gave the order with murderous intent: "The thugs who robbed the Este House will flee into nearby houses. Starting from this intersection, they will go from house to house." Search from house to house! I’d rather catch you by mistake than let him go! Go ahead and do it boldly! I’ll be responsible for everything.”

The militiamen didn't know whether there were real thugs, but Captain Berne took responsibility and placed them on a safe moral high ground, so their doubts were temporarily put aside.

More than twenty militiamen were divided into three teams by Winters. Each team was led by one of Winters's men and a "ten-captain", and went separately to search.

As long as the performers of a task think that they do not need to take responsibility, then they will be less worried and more ruthless.

Dogs barked, screamed, banged on the door, yelled and cursed, and lights appeared one after another in the darkness. The residential area, which had been sleepless all night due to the riot, was suddenly agitated.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"You...who are you?"

"Didn't you hear the alarm bell? A mob ran into the North City! On the order of Captain Bern, search the mob!"

"Captain Berne? Huh? Wait! What are you doing?! Go upstairs, honey! Take the kids back upstairs! You--there are no thugs in my house!"

"How do you know if you don't search? I'd rather catch you by mistake than let him go. Search for me!"

"What are you going to do?! I'll follow you..."

"Hey! Wait! Don't hit anyone! I know this guy - Mr. Rudolph!"

"Detrich? Is that you? What about you?"

"Well, I also wear military boots. Don't be afraid. This is not robbery. These gentlemen are free men with civil rights, not robbers. We are really here to find thugs."

"Then...well, don't scare the children, and don't turn over or break things..."

"Okay, okay, don't worry. By the way, aren't you also a free man? Mr. Rudolf?"

"Ah? What?"

"Then why don't you put on your clothes quickly? Find the gun! Follow us to search for the thugs! Don't you know yet? All free men have been drafted tonight! Captain Berne said, whoever dares not to go, military law is engaged!"

Soon, another house was outside the door.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly?"

"Who is it? Mr. Rudolf? Is this what you want?"

"Alas, on the orders of Captain Bern, to search for the thugs."

"But...where did the thugs come from in my family?"

"The captain's order, oh, there's nothing I can do about it, I'm just following the order. Casimir, put on your clothes quickly, find your sword, and come with us to search for the thugs."

…

Surrounded by deep darkness, only Winters, Carman and Roger the Whitehead were left at the intersection.

Kaman's eyes were cold and he said nothing. Since leaving the hotel, Kaman seems to have fallen into a broken state, and his actions are more decisive and ruthless than Winters.

Winters closed his eyes, held his sword, and recuperated his strength.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces. The assassins of the Oathbreakers [can outrun monks, but not monasteries]. Therefore, Winters didn't worry about being caught alive, because what he wanted was to destroy the Imperial Insect's nest in one fell swoop.

According to Winters' arrangement, each search team was issued two spring-loaded short guns. If there was anything unusual, a shot was fired immediately. If no problems are found, recruit adult males whose homes are being searched and continue the search.

As a result, the more houses are searched, the larger the search team becomes. As residents of the neighborhood were organized into search teams, the search encountered less and less resistance.

If a pin falls to the ground, how can you find it fastest?

The correct answer is simple, start in the corner of the room and work your way inch by inch.

Foxes disguise their nests as trees and hide in the forest.

Winters was neither familiar with the forest nor had any friends in the forest, so he decided to use a simple and crude method - cut down the trees.

Just start cutting from the place where the fox last appeared, until the entire North City area is turned over.

While Ciel and the others were swinging their axes, Winters waited quietly.

But a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Sir." Bald Roger stood in front of Wintersma: "I have something to ask you."

Winters opened his eyes.

Roger shifted his weight uneasily back and forth between his legs. His hands were pressed tightly against his sides, but his thumb was digging at the nail of his middle finger unconsciously: "You have changed so many identities, who...are you?"

"Why do you ask?" Winters found the white-headed boy in front of him very interesting: "If you know the answer, you will probably be silenced."

Roger smiled with relief, and all the tension and anxiety disappeared in an instant. He smacked his lips and said as if he was giving up on himself: "I will be silenced anyway."

Winters was noncommittal.

"I probably won't be able to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, but at least before I go to purgatory, I want to know who you really are?"

Winters didn't answer. He hadn't decided yet what to do with Roger.

"Then...okay." Roger said to himself, "Can I ask you one more thing?"

Winters raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That old guy Covilha doesn't know anything. Really, I swear, any oath will do. I sold your whereabouts to others. You have to sew your mouth and kill me alone. I can Put my head on the chopping board and let you chop it off, or I can jump into the ice lake myself without getting your hands dirty."

Winters said "hmm" and asked, "These are your requirements?"

Roger now has no scruples and is completely relaxed, and he talks more: "One more little thing...please tell Covilyan and ask him to give all my money to Luna. He knows that I hide the money." A place. Oh, it’s definitely not enough to donate magic to Luna once, but there’s no other way. If it’s not enough, let him add..."

At the same time, Charles and a group of militiamen were searching a detached house.

The owners of the house are an old couple, and the male owner is a doctor, who seems to be somewhat famous. After the militiamen entered the house, they greeted the male owner politely and their actions were very restrained.

The old doctor was also considerate of the militiamen's difficulties and graciously offered to let them search.

As a result, the militiamen felt even more guilty.

But Ciel is not from Steel Castle. Winters sent his own guards to lead the troops in order to prevent the local militia from showing favoritism.

Therefore, Charles showed no mercy, holding a lantern and stepping into the courtyard without looking back.

Two unharnessed carriages were parked in the yard.

"One is for medical visits." The old doctor explained: "The other is for daily use."

Charles walked to the carriage, put down the stirrups, and got under the carriage.

Soon, he got out again, and calmly dusted off the dust on his body under the puzzled eyes of others - it was not the spring suspension.

The old couple's house has two floors above ground and one underground floor. Nothing strange was found.

But Ciel always felt a little strange. He stood in the middle of the courtyard and carefully looked at his surroundings.

"If Brother Montagne were standing here," Charles thought to himself, "What would he pay attention to?"

Soon, Ciel understood why he felt strange.

The yard is too empty.

The shooting range is too good.

The courtyard wall is also a bit too high.

The open space between the house and the courtyard wall is a small "killing field".

Charles walked straight to the old doctor who was chatting with the militia: "You two are the only ones living here?"

The old doctor was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

"No servants?" Charles pointed to the carriage in the yard: "Who will drive the carriage for you? Where are the horses?"

"I don't have a live-in servant at home." The old doctor replied fluently: "The horse was taken away by the coachman. My wife doesn't like the smell of horse manure. The coachman lives in his own home."

The answer was reasonable, but Charles was not so easily fooled. He shouted: "Bring the dog in."

Another militiaman obeyed the order and walked into the yard with two sled dogs. As soon as we entered the small courtyard, the sled dog kept barking.

The old doctor's expression remained calm, but a trace of nervousness flashed across the old woman's face - Charles caught this keenly.

The sled dogs Covilian found were good at pulling ice carts, but when it came to finding things, they were far inferior to the two bloodhounds trained by the Hed shaman.

However, the wolf dogs were taken away by the other two teams, and Shire only had a few sled dogs to make up for it.

But... Being stupid also has its advantages.

Malamutes are not as spiritual as wolfdogs - they only bark when they smell a specific scent. A sled dog with a slow brain will bark excitedly when it smells anything.

People who have no ghosts in their hearts will only find it noisy when they hear it. When someone with a ghost in their heart hears it, it is a desperate barking.

Charles immediately took the chain, led the sled dogs to the carriage, and deliberately let the two sled dogs sniff the wheels.

Sure enough, the sled dog started barking at the top of his lungs.

Charles yelled, pulled out his spring gun, glanced at the old couple with a gloomy look, but without speaking to the old couple, led the sled dog to the door: "Follow me!"

The other militiamen didn't know what was going on and followed Charles into the house obediently. The old couple's cheeks twitched slightly and they hurriedly caught up.

The first floor, second floor and attic have been checked and there are no secret rooms or anything special. The only possible place for manipulation was in the underground storage room, so Ciel took the dog and walked directly to the basement without saying a word.

The old couple behind them suddenly became excited and started to chase them away. They accused the militiamen of not knowing etiquette, demanded written orders from Bern's colonel or captain, and insisted that medicines stored in the basement should not be contaminated by cat or dog feces.

Charles was too lazy to tangle with the old couple and directly ordered the militiamen to control the old couple.

The old couple who began to utter obscene words were locked into the living room. Charles led the militiamen down the ladder and carefully checked the basement twice.

The barking of dogs echoed in the slightly empty underground storage room, and the wooden wall behind Ciel crashed to the ground.

The slender sword-like blade trembled slightly and thrust out.

…

At the intersection, Winters, who was observing the chattering white-headed Roger, heard a gunshot.

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