Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Is Centurion okay? Is Uncle Gilad okay? Is Mrs. Mitchell okay? Where's Angelou? Where's Vashka?" Belle took Pierre's hand and walked into the tent, asking questions along the way. Non-stop: "Where are the other partners? How is everyone?"

"Everything is fine, everything is fine." Pierre replied with a smile, and he punched the little hunter hard: "I saw the wolf you brought back, it is really an amazing prey!"

There was no complacency or satisfaction on Bell's face. He tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth and smiled in cooperation.

"Are you hungry or thirsty? I'm going to get some milk residue and some milk wine." Bell pulled Pierre to sit on the carpet, moved out the small table, wiped it vigorously with his sleeve, turned around and asked again Went out to get some food and drink to entertain Pierre.

"Okay! Okay! I'm not thirsty or hungry. Please take a rest and come and sit with me for a while, okay?" Pierre grabbed the little hunter's sleeve and prevented him from leaving. He was curious. ask:

"I heard from others that you searched for them alone for more than half a month? It's rare to find a beast that allows you to search for half a month. Why don't you ask others to help you find it?"

"I called. I called Dabai and Xiaobai."

"Who are Dabai and Xiaobai?" Pierre narrowed his eyes, thought about it for a moment, and asked, "Are they the two who rode back with you? Your guards?"

"My guards?" Bell waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, the two of them... uh... well, to be precise, the two of them are centurions..."

Bell suddenly found that it was difficult for him to find accurate translations for some words in the Hud language in common language. It was also difficult for him to use a few words to let his friends understand the ethics and rules of Hud society.

"To be precise," Bell said, trying to prevent his friend from misunderstanding as much as possible, but the more he tried to make it clear, the more misunderstandings the other party could have, "the two of them are Centurion's 'slaves' , but not the kind of slaves who light fires, spread stalls, and milk goats, but slaves who fight... But if the centurion needs them to light fires and spread stalls, they will do it..."

Bell said while peeking into his friend's eyes.

Pierre listened with rapt attention, nodding from time to time. However, Bell felt from the bottom of his heart that Pierre didn't understand anything.

"Forget it." Bell sighed dejectedly: "Just think of them as my subordinates."

"No." Pierre put his arm around his companion's shoulders: "I want to hear more about the Hurd tribes. By the way, where are the others? Why don't you ask them to go together?"

Bell knew that the other "people" mentioned by his friend did not refer to all the people in the camp who had two eyes and one mouth and could cry and laugh, but specifically the Tiefeng County cavalry assigned to Bell.

"They escorted the convoy that was exchanging things with the Chihe tribe." The little hunter counted on his fingers. "They should be on their way back."

"Aren't there still Hud people? I see there are many men in the camp." Pierre asked with concern: "Why don't you let them follow you to find the wolf? What, they are disobedient?"

Although his friend still had a deep misunderstanding about the Wenduoer tribe, Bell was grateful but also very surprised that he didn't blurt out "Hurd barbarian".

The little hunter explained nonchalantly and was also complaining.

Only at this time, only in front of his friends and comrades-in-arms, is he no longer the sacred "Beast Spirit Whisperer", nor the leader who speaks the truth. After all, if his age is taken into account, he is actually younger than Da Bai, and not much older than Xiao Bai.

"Many of the men in this camp have already left with the convoy. The remaining ones have to look after the livestock and be wary of enemies. It's the time for shearing and washing sheep, and people are needed everywhere. Moreover, if everyone is called If we go together, then..." Bell paused, "Not only the two big wolves, but also the two small ones, and the cubs in the forest will all die together."

Pierre laughed dumbly and crossed his arms: "When did you start to sympathize with wolves?"

"[Hedian] If it is not necessary, don't kill more people." Bell suddenly whispered something in Hud, and then shook his head: "It's not necessary."

Pierre couldn't understand what the little hunter was saying. He could only guess that it was a prayer or a scripture, so he laughed and patted the little hunter on the back: "Look at you, your tone of voice is very similar to those of Hurd." Now that you are a shaman, your trip to the wilderness is not in vain.”

Bell smiled vaguely.

Pierre was very concerned about the details that the little hunter accidentally revealed when he spoke, and he asked: "You said you should 'beware of enemies', but there are still enemies now? Who are the enemies? The Telton Department? Aren't they still honest? "

"No, it's not the Terdun tribe." Bell didn't know how to explain it. "Well, on the grassland, it's common for you to rob me and for me to rob you. If you insist on it, anyone can be the enemy. Tai Chi doesn't It may restrict every disciple, so you have to be vigilant at all times..."

Pierre listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that another misunderstanding was about to occur, Bell hurriedly explained: "Actually, this camp is already a very safe camp - it is very close to the Big Horn River and far away from other tribes' territories. There are small families and collectives around it. In short, nothing will happen to our small tribe..."

As he talked, he realized that he had "overcorrected" a bit, and Bell added: "However, we still can't take it lightly. After all... this is a great wilderness."

Pierre tried hard to digest the little hunter's words and unconsciously fell into deep thought. When he came to his senses, the tent had been quiet for a long time.

Facing the little hunter's questioning gaze, Pierre rubbed his face, trying to relieve his embarrassment. He smiled and said: "Listen to what you are saying, no one can take it with you, you can only do it yourself - then at least take the little one with you."

It was just a matter of not mentioning the little guy. When he mentioned the little guy, Bell's head hurt so much that it almost split.

"Oh, forget it, little guy... Oh, if the little guy can move a few more times, maybe... there won't be any need to kill the two big wolves... Little guy, oh."

Pierre said "Huh" and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the little guy?"

"I'm lazy."

"There are no cats who are not lazy."

Bell fell back heavily and said quietly: "Then you haven't seen what the little guy has become now."

"If you say that." Pierre deliberately raised his voice: "Then I have to go and take a look."

"Hmph, I'll take you there tomorrow. Don't be surprised when you get there."

"Why are you waiting for tomorrow? Let's go now."

Bell jumped up: "Okay, let's go now."

"Let's go." Pierre also jumped up.

The two of them said something to each other, but no one took a step toward the door.

Looking at each other for a moment, they both laughed.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow." Bell dragged a roll of blankets, piled a pillow for himself, and then lay down, rubbing his lower back: "I'm so exhausted after squatting all night, wolf. The last thing I want to do now is What you see is the little guy.”

"Okay." Pierre also smiled and sat back on the ground: "Then we'll go tomorrow."

"Ouch! That's right!" Bell climbed up again and looked at Pierre: "I haven't asked you why you're here. Are you just here to see me?"

Hearing this, Pierre put away his smile: "Yes, I do have orders when I come here this time."

Bell moved his shoulders, crossed his legs, and sat upright with his knees propped up: "Speaking of which, what is the centurion's order?"

"The centurion does have an order." Pierre took out the commission from his arms: "But it is not for you, but for me."

After finishing speaking, Pierre handed the letter of appointment to the little hunter.

Bell took the letter of appointment doubtfully and read it carefully through the light cast by the skylight on the top of the tent.

Then he looked at it carefully a second time.

Then, he fell silent.

Pierre did not disturb the little hunter, but sat aside and waited quietly.

"Although I have never heard of 'outer reclamation land'." Bell unconsciously scratched the nail of his right thumb with the nail of his left thumb: "I guess it refers to the Palatuan people and Hurd in the past. The 'no man's land' agreed upon by humans is where we are now."

"Yes." Pierre nodded: "Your Excellency has decided to bring the 'Outer Reclamation Land' into your jurisdiction. From now on, there will be no more 'no man's land', no more 'buffer zone', only the outer Newly reclaimed land...province."

Bell was not surprised that the centurion wanted to formally place the land beneath his feet under his authority.

In fact, he had been looking forward to this day.

What surprised Bell was the "level" of the "Waixin Reclamation Land".

"Province?" Bell's eyes widened: "Isn't that on an equal footing with the newly cultivated land?"

"The province is a bit big, but the 'county' is too small. Your Excellency finally decided on the 'province' yourself. But... this matter has not really been finalized yet, and it has to be taken to the National Assembly to go through the process. ." Pierre paused and said with conviction: "But since you want Waixinkendi to be a 'province', then Waixinkendi must be a province."

"Wait, what is the National Assembly?" Just like Pierre listened to Bell at first, Bell now listened to Pierre and became more and more confused.

"Uh, this." Pierre found that it was difficult for him to explain clearly what the National Assembly was in just a few words: "It's a long story. I'll tell you slowly in the future. Things in the National Assembly are still very exciting. It wouldn't be too interesting if you weren't there. What a pity... Anyway, now we are all nominally loyal to the National Assembly."

"Us?" Bell raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

"Centurion, me, everyone." Pierre glanced at the little hunter thoughtfully: "Of course, including you and others."

Bell smiled wryly, spread his hands, and continued to ask: "What is the Warlord?"

"It's a coined word." Pierre coughed lightly: "It is said that originally there was only the 'Overseer', but your Excellency believed that the Overseer only had military elements and lacked civil affairs, so you simply combined the 'Overseer' with the official position of the ancient empire, the 'Emissary' Put them together to create a 'supervisor'."

Bell couldn't hold back and smiled: "This is something a centurion can do."

Pierre would also smile heartily: "Indeed."

"However, I want to remind you that if you want to be the military governor..." Bell threw the letter of appointment between the two of them, suppressed a smile, and told him solemnly: "You can't rely on this piece of paper."

[The origin of the governor’s envoy in the book is purely the author’s nonsense (T_T). “Governor (envoy)” is a real word, and “envoy” is also an official position in the Roman Republic, but there is no relationship between the two]

[In the Beiyang government, the military position of warlords who control the military and political power of several provinces is usually "inspection envoy". Below the inspection envoy, the warlord in charge of a province is "commander\