Iron Powder and Spellcaster

After climbing out of the window, Winters nimbly climbed onto the roof.

During the War of the Sovereignty, the area where Major Moritz now lives was used to house noble families who fled to Veneta from the United Provinces [Duchy of Piedmont].

At that time, the federal provincial militia had openly raised its flag of rebellion, but the fire of rebellion did not reach Veneta. In name, autonomous cities such as Shanghai Blue City and Baihua City were still the direct territories of the royal family.

Veneta merchants with a keen sense of smell discovered an opportunity: even if they became refugees, the nobles wanted more decent housing.

So they built rows of stone houses in this area of ​​the city.

The imaginative businessmen built these houses into two stories, one next to the other, and one wall was shared by the two houses. This double-layered and side-by-side design not only saves materials, but also maximizes the use of land.

Although the houses next to each other are not very decent, at least they have roofs, four walls, and are made of stone. The most important thing is that their prices are much lower than single-family stone houses.

In the end, this idea was a great success, and the fleeing nobles rushed to take out the only gold coins they had brought from the United Provinces. Rows of stone houses sprouted up in this neighborhood, and some cash-strapped nobles even began to hire people to build houses of this style.

The buildings in Benway's neighborhood also use the same design concept. It's just that the noble refugees still had some money, so they used stone. The civilians who fled were penniless, so the dock workers' living areas mainly used wood.

The houses are connected together, and the roofs are connected together. Although later residents made some modifications to the roof of their house, this did not hinder Winters' agility.

At this moment, Winters was like a black cat, walking silently across the roof. Two night watchmen walked through the street with lights, but they did not notice a black figure on the roof leaping across the gap between the two rows of houses.

Soon, Winters passed through the entire city and reached his destination.

This is an ordinary house that can be seen everywhere in this city. The doors and windows on the first floor were closed, and there was a little light coming from the windows on the second floor. It looked like an ordinary home, and there was nothing special about it.

Winters used the moonlight to check the characteristics of this house and the surrounding houses. After confirming that he had found the right one, he took out the spring gun from the holster, sprinkled gunpowder on the ignition point, pulled down the flint and pressed it on the friction On the plate.

The gun is now ready to fire.

Different from ordinary spring guns - Henry III's gunsmith is indeed the royal gunsmith - this musket has an ingenious design: there is a small cover on the ignition hole that is linked to the trigger.

Only when the trigger is pulled, the cover will open and the gunpowder in the barrel will be ignited, greatly reducing the risk of misfire.

At this moment, Winters could only believe that this design was effective. He inserted the spring wheel gun that could be fired at any time back into the holster.

This gun is his last resort and he doesn't want to use this "loud" weapon unless absolutely necessary.

——Cut——

Time goes back to two days ago, when Winters followed Antonio home from the parliament hall.

"Catch him and find out who he is. If he is just a beggar, give him some money. Tell him not to come near our house again." Antonio pointed at the back of the little beggar.

Winters nodded and urged Qiang Yun to catch up.

The little beggar was caught up by Winters before he ran very far. Winters stopped in front of him, and the little beggar did not turn around and run, but stopped and stared at Winters blankly.

"Why are you running?" Winters dismounted, approached the little beggar holding the hilt of his sword, and asked sternly.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar had a sore nose and hugged Winters while crying: "Brother, please save my big brother..."

Winters originally wanted to hide away subconsciously, but after hearing the voice, he froze in place and allowed the little beggar to hug him. Although the boy was beginning to change his voice, Winters could not mishear this voice.

Winters took out a handkerchief and wiped the little beggar's face: "Are you Benway's younger brother? Are you the third child?"

The little beggar nodded.

"What's wrong with your brother? Tell me slowly..." Winters pulled Benway's third brother to a place with no pedestrians on the back street.

While attending Army Infant School, Winters often went to play with Benway. Benvenuto is the eldest son and has several younger brothers and sisters. At that time, Winters and Benway were only as old as the third brother Benway in front of them. Benway's younger brothers liked to follow the two older children as tails. Benway's second and third brothers all called Winters "" elder brother".

"The Monta people came to us last night..." Benway's third brother sobbed and used gestures to tell Winters what happened. Although the child was young, he cried and talked intermittently. But the thinking and organization were clear, and Winters could easily understand what was going on.

Last night, a group of people broke into the farmhouse where Benway was hiding. After a fight, Benwei and Benwei's second brother were kidnapped, and the owner of the house was beaten up.

Benway's third brother lived with the son of the owner of the house. The owner of the house lied that Benway's third brother was his son, and he escaped.

"Then what?" Winters controlled his breathing as much as possible. A voice in his head kept shouting: The Monta people followed you to find Benway!

Benwei's third brother, who had stopped crying, suddenly couldn't help crying again: "Then my second brother died."

The group of people who kidnapped Benway quickly got on the carriage and left the farm. Benway's third brother immediately chased out and followed the group.

Unexpectedly, the two carriages did not go very far, suddenly stopped for a while, and then continued walking.

Benway's third brother ran to where the carriage stopped and found the still warm body of his second brother. The clothes below the belly of the corpse were completely soaked with blood.

The image of Benway's second brother began to emerge in his memory. He was a round-faced and honest boy, a bit clumsy, but he listened to Benway and Winters' words. Even if his mother whipped him with a stick, that stupid boy never betrayed Benway and Winters.

That child died? The child who was following him with a silly smile died?

Winters suddenly felt a little dazed.

Benway's third brother wiped away his tears and continued to talk about what happened next: "Then... then I had no choice but to hide my second brother in the ditch on the roadside... and continued to chase those Monta people."

That night, Benway's third brother quietly followed the carriage into the city and watched as the group dragged Benway into a house.

Winters roughly understood what was going on. He felt that sweat began to form on his forehead and his breathing became rapid uncontrollably. But he kept telling himself in his heart: "There is no use in being anxious." The top priority is to clarify the situation, and there are still some doubts that must be clarified.

"Char, don't worry, I have a few questions to ask you." Winters asked as calmly as possible: "How do you know that the person who kidnapped Benway was a Monta?"

"Accents, they all have Monta accents." Benway's third brother answered without thinking.

"Have you gone to see your eldest brother's companions...that is, your eldest brother's dockworkers, or have you gone to the Sheriff?"

Benway's third brother's eyes were wet again. He sobbed and said: "It's useless. The Sheriff will not care about us. The Monta people bribed the Sheriff. My brother's co-workers were beaten to death by the Monta people." There were several people, but the Sheriff didn’t show up at all. We are not Veneta people, and the Sheriff would not care about us at all..."

With all attention focused on the war with the Tanirian Federation, the Monta people had chosen a good time.

"You're saying that there was another armed fight between the Vans and the Monta people working on the dock, and the Vans didn't win, right?" Winters sensed some information.

"Yesterday during the day, the Monta people attacked my brother's group and killed all the leaders. I went to find them, but they had already knelt down and did not dare to save my brother. It was they who told the Monta people Where we are hiding!" Third brother Benwei grabbed Winters' arm and cried loudly: "I...I really have no choice, otherwise I wouldn't have found this place... Winters, please, Please save my brother. If you save my brother, my life will be yours from now on!"

"Don't cry! Men shed tears when they bleed." Winters picked up a handkerchief and wiped Ciel's tears: "Do you remember where they took your brother?"

"I stayed overnight and waited until the sun came up to copy the address of the house." Benway's third brother quickly opened his clothes, tore off a piece of cloth from his underwear, and handed it to Winters.

The cloth had an address written in blood.

"Are you sure this address is correct?"

"That's right!"

"Does anyone else know you came to see me?"

"No! I didn't tell anyone."

"How many people took your brother away?"

"more than ten."

"Is your brother still there now?"

Benway's third brother cried and shook his head and said: "I stayed outside all night last night, but they didn't bring my brother out. Today I went to find my brother's group during the day, and I couldn't keep an eye on them... Please Go rescue my brother quickly, the longer it takes, the more likely they are to take my brother somewhere else..."

There was nothing else to ask. Winters grabbed Ciel's shoulders and asked, "The rest of your family was sent to relatives by your brother. Do you know where they are?"

"I know." Benwei's third brother wiped away his tears and nodded.

Winters took out his spellcaster emblem and put it into Ciel's hand. He also took out all the money he had and said to Ciel seriously: "Leave your brother's affairs to me. You can go find your home now." Everyone else. Take this badge and go to the Army Officers Club to find Warrant Officer Bud, Gerald's Bud. Tell him I asked you to go to him, but don't tell him about your brother. Tell him to get a horse to send. You go find your family. Do you understand?"

Benway's third brother wanted to say something more, but when he saw Winters' eyes, he swallowed his words and nodded heavily.

"Repeat that."

Benway's third brother repeated Winters' words.

"Your brother is still alive, I will save him. If your brother is dead, I will avenge him. Go find your family, don't tell anyone that you came to see me, go ahead."

——Cut——

Time returns to the present.

After confirming that there was no light coming from the wooden door of the balcony, Winters grabbed the parapet and iron fence and gently landed on the balcony of the house on the back side of the street.

Although he lowered his landing height as much as possible, he was still an adult man of normal weight, so he still made a little landing sound.

He held his breath, pulled out the dagger, leaned against the wall, and listened.

Fortunately, only snoring could be heard behind the door, and no one noticed the strange noise.

Winters acted alone this evening, without any help. Although he was sure that Bud would help him without hesitation, Andre would probably help as well. But he didn't ask for anyone's help, and he didn't tell anyone about his plan.

Benvenuto was Winters' good friend and he saved Winters' life. But Bud and Andre didn't know him, so Winters didn't want to get anyone else involved.

From kindergarten to officer academy, ten years of military school life have tempered Winters Montagne into a "lawful person".

He could go to the Sheriff, but he knew what would happen if he went to the Sheriff: the Monta people would get the news in advance, slash Benway's neck, and bury him in a pit outside the city; Antonio asks for help and lets the carabinieri search the place, but this would expose Kesa and Elizabeth and put them in danger.

So Winters decided to take matters into his own hands.

Using the method taught to him by Lieutenant Colonel Field, Winters inserted the thin blade of the dagger into the crack of the door and opened the latch.

Yesterday and today, Winters carefully scouted the house and stayed there for a long time. This house is not as simple as it seems. Benway's third brother said that more than a dozen people kidnapped Benway. In fact, Winters counted at least twenty-two different faces who entered the house and did not leave.

One house certainly cannot accommodate so many people. The only explanation is that the house next door is also owned by this group of Monta people. They opened up the walls and turned two houses into one. Maybe even more than two houses.

He has two plans: if the opponent moves Benwei, he will intercept him midway; if Benwei is not taken away, he will execute the original plan, which is what he is doing now.

Using the light spell to emit a dim glow, Winters counted three people sleeping on the floor.

He silently walked up to a person, and after seeing the other person's vitals clearly, he inserted the dagger into the other person's neck without hesitation. The moment he stabbed the opponent in the neck, Winters pressed his knee on the opponent's chest and covered the opponent's mouth and nose with his left hand.

Monta woke up from his sleep due to severe pain, but his throat was severely injured and his mouth and nose were covered. He could not make a sound and could only wave his arms randomly.

But Winters remained unmoved and continued to cut with force. There was a strange sense of damping in the process of cutting the human body. The sharp dagger cut through tendons, trachea and blood vessels, leaving a horrific gash in the opponent's neck. The Monta was soon losing his strength and could no longer move.

As the opponent struggled, Winters inexplicably remembered Major Moritz's words. He thought: According to the major, even if one day I am hanged for this matter, it will have nothing to do with you. You will not have the pleasure of revenge, and your existence has been completely annihilated.

Killing an enemy on the battlefield is not the same as killing a citizen without trial. Veneta is not a lawless place, there is order and law in Veneta, and the state has a monopoly on the power to deprive people of life. Regardless of how the law is actually enforced, murder is a guaranteed first-degree felony.

But Winters' purpose tonight is not to rescue Benway. Winters wants to completely help Benway solve the problem. Eliminating the physical body may not completely solve the problem, but it can solve most of the problems.

Winters can use the flying arrow technique to drive the steel cone into the opponent's eyebrows. The opponent will not even suffer pain, it is clean and neat, and there is no need to splash blood.

But he does not have the profound attainments of kinetic energy magic like Moritz. If it were Major Moritz, he could walk in from the front door and nail everyone in the house to death one by one. He only had to worry about someone escaping. Winters doesn't have this ability yet, he must save his magic power for the enemies behind him.

He continued in the same manner, dealing with the other two people in the room.

"Three." Winters counted silently in his mind: "There are at least nineteen more."

——Cut——

In a room on the first floor of the house next door, Benvenuto awoke from his coma with a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

His left eye was stinging, and it was covered in blood and he couldn't open it. Since being brought here, he has been tightly tied to a chair with ropes and beaten severely.

Benvenuto raised his head with difficulty, and with the dim light of the oil lamp, he could clearly see the person in front of him.

He licked his dry lips and said weakly: "I still say what I said, Dascar's death has nothing to do with me. If I killed him, I will never deny it. But I didn't kill him, you Don’t even try to force me to admit it.”

"Actually, it doesn't matter. If you admit it, you will live a few more days and be hanged. If you don't admit it, you will be beaten to death here." The man next to Benwe replied. He picked up the cup and brought it to Benwe's mouth: "Here. , drink some water."

This man was thin and fair, with sparse brown hair on his head. He looked like he had never experienced physical labor, and he did not look like a dock worker.

But Benwei refused to drink, turned his head to the side and asked, "Then why don't you just kill me?"

"Because they don't dare. They can kill people accidentally with sticks in a group, but they don't have the courage to look you in the eyes and execute you. If you don't admit killing Baal [Big Scar], they don't know what to do with you. They just I can lock you up and wait for you to die." The frail man explained. He picked up the water glass and took a big sip himself: "Are you afraid of poisoning if you don't drink it? This is just water, you see, I drank it too."

"Who are you?"

The frail man put the cup aside and seemed tired of standing. He dragged a chair and sat in front of Benway: "I am Baal's son."

Benway was silent for a while and said, "Whether you believe it or not, your father's death has nothing to do with me."

"I've said it before, it doesn't matter whether you did it or not. Barr's death is actually a good thing. Your death is also a good thing. These are all the blood that must be shed."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Benway shook his head in confusion.

The frail man supported his chin with one hand and said, "You can understand. Your family has been at the dock for so many years, and you know best what it was like in the early years. Disorderly competition, violent grabbing for work, and as a result, no one had enough to eat. The three of us After the gang took over the pier, they established rules for the first time, and everyone's life became easier. However, they still fought openly and secretly, and no one knew how much blood was shed. Every year, there were more widows and more beggars on the pier. "

"so what?"

"There is no need to divide into three groups. There is only one group of people on the dock of Hailan Port. I am not going to drive you and the Plato people out of the dock, I want to turn you into my people. Only three groups become one Only by working together can we truly eliminate internal friction. I will establish a porters' guild like the blacksmiths' guild. When the porters are a whole, we will have the right to speak..."

Benway interrupted: "Wait...what did you say? You will? The Monta people listen to you now."

"Yes." The frail man nodded: "Now it's just Monta people, and soon it will be all dock workers."

"So what if the Varns and Platoans don't want to listen to you?" Benway asked with a sneer.

"So there must be some people who can use force. Their role is to make everyone listen to me." The frail man replied softly.

Benvenuto said disdainfully: "So the thugs are your military nobles. Do you still want to be the emperor on a dock that is no bigger than a mung bean?"

The frail man's pupils dilated and he said excitedly: "You don't understand, Benvenuto, this is for the benefit of all dock workers! Have you ever seen a fifty-year-old dock worker? No! They are either dead or exhausted. . The dock workers are exchanging their lives for money, but the money they get in exchange is getting less and less! In the past ten years, the price of food has increased by 20%, but the wages of dock workers have hardly changed. Because the silver content of currency has declined, it has actually remained the same. It dropped by 10%. Without a voice, there will never be any bargaining power! There is no shortage of workers at the dock, it will chew us all up and suck out the flesh and blood, spitting out only the crumbs!"

This passionate speech seemed to overdraw the physical strength of the frail man. His chest heaved and he breathed heavily.

Benvenuto was speechless after being robbed. After waiting for a while, he asked again: "You are not a dock worker, are you?"

"I'm not, but like you, I was born into a family of dock workers and have seen the suffering of dock workers." The frail man replied through gritted teeth.

"Then have you told your 'military nobles' about your ambitions?"

The weak man shook his head: "They don't understand yet. What drives them now is hatred. They just want to avenge Barr, and some people want to grab territory. I will guide them step by step, and they will eventually understand, everyone You will all understand in the end.”

Benway smiled and asked: "Then what's the use of telling me all this?"

The frail man lowered his eyes, looked at Benwei's feet, and replied softly: "Because you are about to die, and I want you to die clearly, so that you know that your death was not in vain."

Suddenly, the wooden door behind the frail man was pushed open. Before the frail man could turn around, he saw a flash of cold light, and the frail man's body suddenly stiffened.

The next second, the frail man who had been talking endlessly just slipped weakly from the chair and fell to the ground. Something penetrated the back of his head, and a sharp point emerged from his mouth.

A masked man in black, covered in blood, then walked into the room.

Everything happened so suddenly. Before Benwei, who was shocked by the sudden change, could shout out, a masked man in black rushed over and covered his mouth: "Don't shout, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice of the masked man in black, Benvenuto's eyes widened in disbelief, and he made a vague sound from his covered mouth: "Winters?"

The masked man in black nodded, let go of his hand, and immediately began to check the entire room. After confirming that there was no other living person in the room, he quickly walked back to Benway.

"It's me, you're still here, great! I thought they moved you away..." Winters untied the black cloth covering his face, revealing his face. The area around Winters' eyes was spattered with blood, but the part below the eyes was clean, which looked extremely strange.

The surprise at first sight faded from Winters' face, and anger and sadness appeared on his face: "What did they do to you, what did they do to your eyes?"

"What? What?" Benway didn't understand what Winters was talking about.

"Don't worry about it for now." Winters pulled out the dagger and neatly cut off the ropes on Benway's limbs and body.

Benwe, who had regained his freedom, held on to the chair and tried to stand up, but his hands and feet became weak and he fell back. After being tied up for more than three days, Benwei's limbs had not been bleeding for too long, and now he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Benway, who could only move his eyes now, watched in surprise as Winters grabbed the frail man's hair with one hand and a dagger in the other, wiping the corpse's neck again.

Then he put his hand into the corpse's mouth and didn't know what he was doing. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to remove a finger-long, pointed object from the corpse's mouth.

Winters wiped the bloody thing he had taken out on the frail man's clothes and put the belt back on his chest. Only then did Benway realize that there was a whole row of triangular steel cones inserted into the belt, and some of the positions were empty.

After finishing his work, Winters pulled out the spring gun and put it into Benway's hand: "If someone comes in, just shoot. You don't need a shooting rod. Just point the gun at the other person and pull this small lever."

After saying that, he walked out of the house with the dagger in hand.

"What are you going to do?" Bennuto asked quickly.

"He's twenty, at least there are two more." Winters walked out of the room without looking back and closed the door.

Benway sat slumped in a chair, pointing at the door with the strange-looking firearm given by Winters with both hands. His mind went blank. Everything turned so suddenly that he didn't even understand what happened.

Benwe, whose limbs gradually regained strength and whose arms regained control, slapped himself in the face immediately.

It hurts.

Not a dream.

Another hit.

It hurts just as much.

It's definitely not a dream.

Benvenuto picked up the water glass that the frail man had placed on the table and drank the remaining water in it. His thirsty throat was moistened again, and he couldn't help but look at the frail man who gave him water.

The body of the frail man lay on the ground with his head sideways. A pool of blood started from his throat and continued to expand in area. The young and thin boy's originally pale face became even paler, covered in mud mixed with blood and dust. Whatever ideals he had had ended with his life.

Benway squatted beside him, reached out and gently closed his dilated eyes, then held the other person's hand and silently recited the Lord's Prayer for him.

The door was opened again, this time instead of being pushed open quickly and silently like when Winters came in just now, it was suddenly bumped open with someone's shoulder.

Benvenuto immediately grasped the gun again and pointed it in the direction of the door. The person who came in was Winters.

"Twenty-five! It's all settled. Come with me." Winters gasped and said, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that the person who came in was Winters, Benway held the frail man's hand again and continued to mutter.

Winters was anxious: "When has this happened, and you still have the heart to hold religious ceremonies?"

However, Benway insisted on reciting the entire Lord's Prayer for this frail young man from the beginning before getting up and limping out following Winters.

"How did you know I was here?" Benway asked.

As soon as he left the small room where he was kept, Benway saw a body lying in a pool of blood in the corridor.

"Ciel came to see me."

"Where is Charles now? Do you know how my second brother is doing now?" Benway asked quickly.

"Char went to your mother's place." Winters said with difficulty, "Lane...is dead."

Benwei's vision went dark, he felt like the world was spinning, and he almost fell to the ground.

Winters hurriedly supported Benway and squeezed Benway's arm wordlessly.

Benway took a deep breath, cheered up, and said, "You go quickly, I will take care of the things here."

"You don't have to worry about it here. Come with me, there's a place where I can hide you."

After confirming that there was no one on the street, Winters led Benway away from the Monta stronghold. Benway was limping and couldn't walk fast. Winters took back the gun and put it back in the holster, then simply carried Benway up.

He carried Benwei all the way to the nearby Yangyong River before putting him down. The two of them found a gentle slope and went down to the river, walking all the way to a drainage pipe.

A bald man wearing a coarse monk's robe had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw Winters coming, the lame man said dissatisfiedly: "Why did it take so long?"

"There was a bit of trouble on the way, thank you for your help this time."

"Stop talking nonsense." The cripple said impatiently, and then waved to Benwei: "Follow me."

Then he limped into the drainage ditch.

"The Monta people may continue to retaliate against you. If the Monta people don't retaliate against you, the Sheriff will still look for you. If you follow him, no one can find you. Recuperate from your injuries first." Winters said to Benway, He thrust another bag of money into Benway's hand.

Benway wanted to refuse the bag of money, but he finally took it in his hand. He took Winters' arm and uttered a short sentence with tears in his eyes: "Thank you..."

"Do you and I still need to say these words?" Winters gave Benway a bear hug.

"Then what should you do? Where..." Benwei asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, no one alive except you saw me there. I will go to war after tonight, and no one will be able to find me by then!" Winters replied with a smile. , he said in a low voice: "If by any chance the two men in our family don't come back...you can help me take care of my family."

"Definitely." Benway squeezed Winters' hand hard and followed the lame man into the culvert. The two limping figures disappeared into the darkness.

Winters covered his face and returned to the Monta people's stronghold. He still had several steel awls that had been drilled into the Monta people and could not be pulled out in a hurry. He had to go back and take them out.

——Cut——

"Senior? Major?"

In his sleep, Moritz vaguely heard someone calling him, and then he got on the boat and swayed from side to side.

Finally, when he looked up to see who was calling him, he woke up.

Winters' face appeared before him.

"I fell asleep? How long did I sleep for?" Major Moritz, who had just woken up, asked at a loss.

"I didn't sleep for long, so the two of us kept drinking. While we were drinking, I found you fell asleep, so I woke you up."

"Oh... what time is it now?" Major Moritz felt a sharp pain in his head, and he felt like he was hungover.

"I don't know, it's very late. You kept dragging me to drink and wouldn't let me leave." Winters replied with a wry smile: "It's too late now, I really have to go home."

"Sorry...sorry...where's Field?"

"Fell asleep too."

"Wake him up. His wife won't be able to bear it if he stays up all night." Moritz said, holding his forehead. He sniffed hard: "What does it smell like on you?"

"What does it smell like? Did you forget that you spilled wine on me just now?" Winters pointed to the wet area on his clothes. Before waking up Major Moritz, he poured half a bottle of wine on himself to cover up the possible residual smell of blood.

"I'm so sorry...I really drank too much." Major Moritz said apologetically, rubbing his temples with both hands.

When Field and Winters left Major Moritz's apartment, Moritz's landlady personally escorted them out.

After the two walked for a while, Field, who was half drunk and half awake, sat on the horse, pointed at the sky and asked, "What's going on over there?"

"What's wrong?" Winters' tone was very confused.

"Look in the sky." Field yawned: "Is there a fire somewhere?"

Winters also yawned: "I don't know, it's none of our business anyway."

Field smiled and said: "That's right...bullets don't recognize people, so you must be careful. When this battle is over, I'll treat you to a drink in Golden Port."

Winters also replied with a smile: "Then I want to drink well, and don't try to trick me into being cheap like today."

The two laughed and rode away from the city.

——Cut——

Kesa put her ear to the door and turned to Antonio: "It's time to go up the stairs. It's time to go up the stairs."

Antonio looked away from the book in his hand, looked at his wife, and sighed.

"Go back to the room." Kesha walked back to the bed and complained to Antonio: "Where do you think this child went? Why did he come home so late? He didn't say anything to me."

"How is it too late?" Antonio looked at the book and said lightly: "The children have grown up and should have their own nightlife. At Winters' age, it is common for me to stay up all night, so don't It’s too much to worry about.”

Kesha turned around angrily and hit Antonio twice hard.

"Okay, I'm back, you can sleep peacefully." Antonio put away the book and blew out the lamp.

In the darkness, Antonio hugged Kesha from behind and held his wife's hand: "After Winters and I leave Hailan, you and Elizabeth will go to Giovanni's house to live first. All the men in the family are gone. Not safe.”

Kesha simply replied: "After you leave, I will light two everlasting lamps. I will pray for you every day until you and your children go home."

Antonio squeezed his wife's hand silently.

Kesha's low cry echoed in the room.

This chapter was posted very late, but there are a lot of words. I wrote it later on weekends. I wanted to finish it in one chapter, but I ended up writing it at this time without realizing it.

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