Iron Powder and Spellcaster

It has been almost half a month since Gilad Mitchell came to Maple Stone City.

In the first few days, Mr. Mitchell Sr. could still experience some novelty.

He accompanied his wife to visit churches, watch plays in theaters, and tour the scenery on both sides of the Anya River, which made up for many regrets in his youth.

But as the days passed, this life made Girard Mitchell increasingly uncomfortable.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he just felt uncomfortable.

He even hoped that the Freemen's Convention would be convened in advance so that he could go home as soon as possible.

In contrast, other members of the Mitchell family have adapted better to life in the provincial capital:

Scarlett stepped into the "big city" for the first time and was curious about everything she saw. She would sneak out of the house and wander around the city every day;

Although Amelie Mitchell also has some discomforts, she is obviously more happy to be accompanied by her new husband;

Ellen Mitchell is the least of those to worry about.

Mrs. Mitchell's temperament and conversation made the "ladies of Maplestone City" who came to pay a courtesy visit feel jealous, which also improved Pierre Mitchell's evaluation in the latter's mind and made them regret why. "Adjutant Mitchell" married so young.

However, Ellen never said anything like "Maplestone City is better than Wolftown" to her husband.

In fact, she is the only one who can understand Gilad's distress.

"It's okay." Before going to bed every night, Ellen would hold her husband's hand in the dark and comfort her softly: "We will be home soon."

Facing his wife's thoughtfulness, Gilad felt ashamed.

The younger son's question echoed in his mind again and again: "Don't you think mom prefers to live in the city?"

Gilad felt guilty about his selfishness, but he also didn't understand why being in Maplestone City made him so irritable.

Is it because there is nothing to do?

But there is nothing to do in Wolf Town.

In the years leading up to the Troubles, Girard spent his days either sleeping in the town hall or walking his dog on the family property.

Girard Mitchell literally had nothing to do except host barbecues at harvest time and festivals.

The days of excessive leisure turned a brave and strong Dussac into a cheerful country rich man.

So much so that in Pierre's eyes, his father had a broad heart and a fat body from the very beginning.

Little Mitchell only knew about the old Mitchell's heroic demeanor when he was galloping on the battlefield, but the latter only knew about it through other people's words, and the latter still doubted it.

After the manor land was allocated to the homeless farm, Gerald Mitchell tenaciously opened up half of the farmland in his backyard.

But after all, he was getting older and could no longer work as tirelessly as before, so only half of the newly opened land was planted with grain, and the other half was planted with vegetables and fruits. Moreover, he mainly relied on his daughter, daughter-in-law, and elders to grow food. Hired workers and old comrades helped with the operation.

Girard asked himself - the reason of "doing nothing" is not sufficient.

So, is it because the old friends are no longer around, making me feel lonely?

Not really.

Although Gilad's old friends and comrades-in-arms are in Wolf Town, many of the sons and even grandchildren of the old comrades-in-arms are now in Maple Stone City.

Blood Wolf brought out a large number of young people from Wolf Town, and those who are still alive have grown into the backbone officers of the Tiefeng County Army.

Hearing that Mayor Mitchell had also come to Maple Stone City, they all came to visit and greet him one after another, almost breaking the threshold of Pierre's residence.

It is no exaggeration to say that Girard has seen more guests in the past half month than in the previous year.

Therefore, the reason of "no relatives" is not solid enough.

What really makes Gilad Mitchell feel uncomfortable in Maple Stone City may be a reality that he is unwilling to face deep in his heart:

In Wolf Town, he is the highly respected mayor and the well-known Dussac. No matter who sees Pierre, they will say "this is the son of Mayor Mitchell";

However, in Maple Stone City, he was just a "country landowner" from a border town. No matter who he met, he would be introduced as "This is Adjutant Mitchell's father."

Once, the younger son got into trouble and ended up being unable to go to school and had to serve in the military for life, which kept the elder Gilad awake at night.

Now, the younger son has made a difference and has entered a class that his father could not enter. His future is even brighter, but old Gilad feels a little disappointed.

Joy and sadness, relief and loss, pride and self-contempt, the feeling of it, old Mr. Mitchell couldn't understand it.

The only thing that could comfort Gilad was that his daughter and son-in-law finally came to Maple Stone City.

The couple also specially brought their daughter, who was learning to talk, just to let Gilad meet his granddaughter.

The family happiness invisibly diluted the sullenness in Gilad's heart. When playing with his granddaughter, Gilad even thought unconsciously - it was worth it to die like this.

But the stubbornness and stubbornness in his nature prevented him from giving in easily.

The sense of depression that Maple Stone City brought to Gilad has never really been relieved.

So when old Mr. Mitchell took off his hat from the clothes hook again and tiptoed toward the door, Ellen used her eyes to stop the eldest daughter who wanted to call her father.

It wasn't until her husband disappeared out the door that he thought he was unaware of anything, and then Ellen said, "Let him go out and relax."

"But..." Fani hesitated and reminded her mother tactfully: "Dad will definitely come back very late again."

Of course Ellen understood her daughter's subtext. She held her eldest daughter's hand and said, "Don't worry, I believe Mr. Mitchell can take care of himself."

…

As soon as he left the house, Girard suddenly felt that his breathing was much easier.

As usual, he went to the stables first.

Changsheng, who was locked in the stable, saw Gilad from a distance and immediately started barking like a dog happily.

Thanks to the New Reclamation Army's unsparing efforts, the supporting facilities in the officer's residential area in Maplestone City can be described as luxurious.

Not only is there a large public stable built in the community, but a small racecourse has also been opened in the valuable land along the river, and is specially equipped with orderlies.

This way, officers would not have to keep their horses in their own backyards, which would be quiet and hygienic.

However, in Girard's view, although the "gentlemen" built the stables well, the orderlies sent to take care of the horses were all lazy - at least according to his standards.

But it is not easy for Gillard to dictate the arrangements of the "gentlemen".

Therefore, he did not complain to anyone, but quietly spent time every day to take care of his own horses and longevity.

"Eat, eat." Gilad took out a washed radish from his pocket and fed it to Changsheng.

While stroking Chang Sheng's neck, he murmured to himself: "Tell me, why did I have to bring you here? Wouldn't it be nice to let you run around in the countryside? It would be better now to lock you in the stable. , there’s not even anyone to accompany you.”

Changsheng kept nodding his head as he nibbled on the carrot, seeming to agree.

As Blood Wolf's beloved horse, when the Tiefeng County Army's "Logistics Department" was transferred from Warnie County to Maple Stone City, Changsheng was also brought to the provincial capital.

However, Winters has been too busy recently. He mainly rides a carriage when going out, and even Changfeng doesn't ride much.

As a result, Xiao Pony Changsheng also suffered from "snubbing" and lost the treatment of Xue Lang shoveling manure with his own hands.

Fortunately, there is also Gilad Mitchell.

After feeding all the radishes to Changsheng, Gilad wiped his hands and lightly rubbed Changsheng's forehead: "Greedy, just eat one! I still have to work!"

After that, Gilad rolled up his sleeves and started his daily "work".

As usual, he first checked the horses' complexions to make sure they were normal; then he checked the trough to make sure the "lazy guys" didn't feed the horses directly the whole bale of hay; finally he brought clean and fresh water. Replace yesterday's old water in the bucket.

After ensuring that the horses had enough food and drink, Gilad entered the stable with a shovel and shoveled out the feces that the "lazy eggs" had failed to remove in time.

None of the work in the stable was easy, but Girard did it happily.

He waved the shovel, unconsciously humming Dussac's obscene ditty, and neatly cleaned each stable, and then spread hay again.

When the stable looked brand new, Gilad's clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

He unbuttoned his shirt and sat slowly on an upside-down bucket, holding his knees and breathing heavily.

The orderly sergeant in charge of the stables diligently brought beer to "Adjutant Mitchell's father", and then quickly disappeared and left the stables to this weird old man.

Gilad rested for a while and steeled himself again.

He fetched the rope from the tool shed, then led Changsheng out of the stable and took him to the racecourse.

Changsheng was very excited when he arrived at the racecourse. Girard tied the rope to Changsheng's bridle and stood in the middle of the racecourse, allowing Changsheng to run around the field.

Looking at Changsheng's vigorous and nimble gait, Gilad couldn't help but feel a little bit resentful towards the blood wolf, and also a little bit complacent.

"As expected of the foal I bred, it's so good! It's a pity that it will be destroyed sooner or later if it is locked in the stable every day." Gilad thought to himself: "Fortunately, I am still there."

Changsheng has just reached the tenth month of his life. He is already taller than many adult horses, but his proportions are still those of a foal - long legs and small body, which looks a bit funny.

Gilad estimated that after waiting for a while, he could try to saddle Changsheng and conduct some basic training.

"But now." Gilad looked at Changsheng having fun in the field and thought: "Let it run freely."

…

When Gilad Mitchell walked out of the stable comfortably, the sun was already setting.

Old Mr. Mitchell glanced at the setting sun and turned around. Instead of walking towards Pierre's residence, he turned around and left the officer's living area through the side door.

As soon as you exit the side door, you can see the Anya River. Gilad walked along the river bank for a while downstream, crossed the bridge, and walked downstream for a while, and finally came to a lively street market.

Gilad walked slowly to the corner pub with a sense of guilt. After hesitating for a moment, he reached for the door handle.

As soon as he opened the door, the familiar noise, the smell of strong alcohol and the smell of sweat hit his face again.

When the owner of the tavern saw old Dussac coming in, he immediately said hello: "Are you here? Are you still the same?"

Gilad put down two small silver coins on the counter: "Same as usual."

"It'll be ready soon." The owner of the tavern smiled and put away the silver coins, pointing to the west hall: "A piano player came today, you might as well sit over there."

Gilad shook his head and walked to the east side hall where he usually sat.

But the east side hall was particularly deserted today, so Girard followed the tavern owner's suggestion, turned around and went to the west side hall, and randomly found a seat against the wall.

The waiter in the tavern quickly brought him food and drink, nothing special, just very rough food: a plate of bean stew, a large piece of black bread that was hard on the outside but soft on the inside, and a bottle of bad wine.

Logically speaking, Gilad Mitchell should disdain what the guy served him.

But for some reason, old Dussac has been missing these things he used to eat when he was young recently, and he comes here to drink a bottle every day.

In the center of the west wing, the pianist wearing an exaggerated hat finally tuned the lute in his hand.

He cleared his throat, plucked the strings, and as soon as he spoke, his rough voice startled the drinkers: "Muse! Please tell me! The story of the sun and the ice, this story comes from the sea. The end of the country, the kingdoms in the north..."

At the same time, a handsome man with blond hair, a sword, and dressed as a mercenary came to Girard's table and asked politely: "Old sir, please, can I sit here?"

[About Pierre's sister]

[A book friend previously reported that he hoped not to give Pierre a sister for the sake of the development of the plot]

[Actually, this book friend and the author thought the same thing]

[The author doesn’t want to write any more unnecessary characters, because there are already enough characters appearing now XD]

[But Pierre’s sister was not forced in, this setting was there from the beginning]

[Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell gave birth to three sons and three daughters, for a total of six children]

[Among them, three died in infancy, and Pierre was the only son who grew up. Before Pierre, two boys and a girl died in infancy, and Pierre also had a younger sister. So it can be deduced that Pierre also has a sister]

[This description is too unclear. It is the author's fault. It has been corrected in the original text. See Chapter 22 of Volume 2]

[According to the concept of well-matched families at the time, when Pierre’s sister married, she should also marry a free man]

[Since it is a meeting of all free people, Pierre’s brother-in-law, as a free man, should also be present]

[So, Pierre’s sister had to appear]

[So the author is not giving Pierre a sister in order to advance the plot]

[But during the Free People’s Congress, if Pierre’s sister is not mentioned at all, there will be a bug in the plot]

[As for Pierre’s sister and brother-in-law, there is actually no special plot, so you don’t have to worry XD]

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