Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 193 One and a half spells

   It was not yet bright, and the vanguard had already set off.

   Two standing battalions and another militia battalion marched in front, the Jesska battalion served as both the baggage and the rear guard, and another squadron of hussars escorted them—that was the full strength of the vanguard.

   Their responsibilities are to confirm the route, build the camp, clean up possible enemies, and prepare for the arrival of the subsequent large troops.

   The sun hadn't risen, so it was so cold that people's chests were shaking involuntarily.

   The skilled soldier sewed himself a helmet-like hat with only one pair of eyes exposed.

   Soldiers who can’t sew can only be frozen, their noses, mouths, and ears are all red from the cold, and the white mist from their breathing coats the eye hair with frost.

  There are also soldiers who cut the robes of the Hurds into segments and make do with them as scarves, or randomly found some corner fabrics as triangle scarves.

   The camp of the Jieska Brigade is now extremely deserted. All the things that should be taken away have been loaded into the carriage and carried on the shoulders. There are only piles of charcoal black ash on the ground.

  Before it was time for the guards to set off, the militiamen lined up to stand by, rubbing their hands, stomping their feet, and gossiping in low voices.

  Winters walked among the queues, doing one last check before leaving.

   The militiamen along the road saluted when they saw the centurion coming, and Winters returned the salute earnestly.

  Many militiamen are wrapped in Hed robes, for no other reason, Hed robes are really warm.

   If he wasn't worried about the impact, Winters would have wanted to wear a robe over the outside—after all, in this horrible weather, he wouldn't have too many clothes on his body.

  [Samukin] of Wolf Town shrugged and shrugged from the cold. When he saw the centurion approaching, he hurriedly asked, "When can I leave? My lord."

   Winters estimated the time a little and replied: "Don't worry, it should be soon."

   "Okay...that's fine." Samukin sniffed and said shiveringly: "It's good to walk, it's warm to walk, it's too cold to stand."

   Seeing that Samukin only had the jacket he brought when he left home, Winters was very surprised: "Why didn't you get a robe to wear?"

  Samukin's voice was as small as a mosquito: "Wearing dead people's clothes is unlucky. My lord, I'm fine, I'll be warm when I walk."

"Do you want that dead man's gold?" Winters simply hated that iron could not be made of steel. He pointed to Samukin's scabbard and asked, "Is this knife given to you by the Hurds on a plate? You want the saber of the dead, and you wear the armor of the dead. Tell me, what is the difference between the robes of the dead?"

   Samukin was powerless to refute, he lowered his head and muttered, "That's still different."

Winters was angry and funny: "I don't know the goods, do you know how expensive Hurd's robes are? If a Hurd woman has three sets of robes in her dowry, it's not an ordinary family. There are businessmen who buy Hurd's robes. In the end, you don't want it for nothing?"

   "Huh?" Samukin was dumbfounded: "I don't know about this... It's too late now..."

   "Give you five minutes, go back and find Second Lieutenant Bud to get one." Winters urged: "Go! Go for a run!"

  Samukin ran away in a hurry.

   "Wear the robe sparingly, and be careful not to be eaten by moths." Winters said to others around him: "It's a bit difficult to wear it for a lifetime, but it's fine to wear it for half a lifetime."

   Having toured the two centurions under his command, Winters stepped into the old gangster's carriage.

   When he opened the car door, he happened to meet the little lion.

   Seeing who was coming, the little lion buried his head in his arms again and continued to sleep.

   "Go away." Winters slapped the lion cub and pushed it to the side.

  The little lion made a grunting sound, groaned to make way for a space, and Rong Winters sat down.

   Brother Reid smiled: "This little guy, his ears are very good. I can hear your footsteps from a long distance."

   "This is still a little guy?" Winters was worried when he saw the little lion: "It's almost eighty pounds, right?"

   "What's wrong with 80 pounds?" Brother Reid didn't care: "It's still too early to be an adult."

  Although the little lion is still called the little lion, it is only because Winters does not allow Bell to name the little lion.

   In fact, the little lion is already bigger and heavier than any domestic dog Winters has ever seen, and it is getting bigger and heavier every day, and the food intake is increasing day by day.

  Fortunately, Winters doesn't have to worry about where to find meat recently, a horse carcass is enough for a lion cub to eat for a long time.

Winters touched the fluff on the cub's back and said helplessly: "That's why I'm anxious. You haven't seen its mother... Well, I'm considering whether to let it go back to the wasteland here. ."

  "Cough." Reid put his feet on the little lion to keep warm, and asked Winters: "How? This little guy can't even catch a rabbit. You put it in the wild, didn't it starve to death?"

   "The Hurds will come after him right away, and they should catch it."

   "The leader of the Hurd people is called the white lion. When you give the white lion to Yasin, doesn't it mean that you give the auspicious auspiciousness to Yasin? Increase his authority?"

   Winters also collapsed: "I never thought that Yasin's father would name him this!"

   "The names of the Hurds are from their own shamans." Brother Reid corrected with a smile.

"It does not matter!"

Reid coughed lightly, and the smile on his face deepened: "Don't be afraid, bring it back to Palatu with peace of mind. If you can't afford it, I can arrange for the Catholic Church to take over. [From the wilderness, like a lion's call], hahahaha! "

   Winters' head hurt even more.

The image of the    lion has a special meaning in both the Orthodox Church and the Catholic Church.

   First of all, the lion is the symbol of [King David] and one of the twelve national emblems of the descendants of [God Wrestler]. There are a lot of metaphors and images of lions in the scriptures.

  The winged lion is the symbol of Saint Mark, the patron saint of sea blue, and this image is painted on the flag of Veneta.

   Another saint, Jerome, was more closely associated with the lion. According to legend, he plucked the thorns from the claws of a lion, and the lion was by his side from then on, which was considered a miracle.

   There are also two saints who are said to be accompanied by lions.

   It is precisely because of the precedent of St. Jerome that the fact that there is a lion beside the begging monk Reid was accepted by the vast majority of believers without any difficulty.

   "The little lion is... is..." Winters was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, he could not find a word to describe what the little lion was.

   He simply gave up on himself: "It's not a miracle anyway, I'd rather raise it myself than give it to the Catholic Church."

"Actually, you already have the answer." The old monk said unhurriedly: "Would you be willing to let the two little guys separate? Would you be willing to this little guy yourself? You have feelings for raising pots of flowers and plants, not to mention this Wait for the spirit beast? Raise it first, and no one will let you keep it. Don’t worry, you can wait until it is an adult before training it to return to the forest.”

   Winters thought about it, but there was no better way.

  Release into the wild?

   is not safe.

  Sold to the church or other big shots?

   Good conscience.

  The main question, to break up Bell and the little lion?

   He couldn't bear it.

   The little hunter and the lion cub are so close, and although the lion cub is still young, the wildness and strength it occasionally displays still makes Winters nervous.

   Only with Bell, no matter how frolic and play, one person and one lion have never had any accidents.

   Winters vaguely felt that in the eyes of the little lion, he and the old magician were still [people], while Bell was already regarded by the little lion as a [similar].

   Perhaps only the old magician's solution is left: first make sure the little lion can stand on his own, and then let him return to the forest.

   "A lion raised by people?" Winters hesitated: "Can you still learn to hunt?"

Of course, the old magician said firmly: "Don't you understand? Look at the cats raised by princes and nobles, they don't worry about eating and drinking. It can be seen that they will catch mice. This is called instinct. , and more to learn.”

  Winters was speechless, judging from his life experience: the general would ignore the mouse when he saw it, but the little general did occasionally go home with the mouse in his mouth, and every time it would lead to screaming.

The    little lion's question was temporarily suspended, and Winters casually told the old magician about "Samukin would rather be frozen than wear dead people's clothes" just now, right as an anecdote.

   I didn't expect Brother Reid to be interested.

   He stroked his beard and pretended to be serious: "I think there should be more than one person who has such doubts. It may affect the combat effectiveness of the army. After all, once the fingers are frostbitten, the soldiers will not be able to fight."

   Winters also became worried when he heard it: "What should I do then?"

   "I have a way, when I can solve it very well."

"any solution?"

   "Simple." Reid smiled and said: "At the next mass, I will consecrate Heard's robe with some holy water, and it will be fine."

  Winters was silent for a long time, and half-complimented, half-sarcastically asked the old man: "If... I mean, if you and your fanatics say cow dung is delicious, will they eat it?"

  …

  The old **** stick Reid has gradually evolved from [Saints of the Jessica brigade] to [Saints of the entire army of Palatus].

   Even the senior officers such as Sackler and Arpad did not dare to neglect the old magician. They repeatedly invited the old magician to live in the Chinese army with better conditions, but the old magician refused again and again.

   As a result, Winters witnessed the attitude of the generals and officers from "dare to neglect" to "respect and respect".

  The old **** stick preached the sermon, and the other battalions, regardless of Protestants, Catholics, officers and soldiers, came to listen to the preaching.

  The old **** stick sends out small cookies, and those who receive the sacrament can line up from the west wall of the camp to the east wall.

  The existence of the little lion not only did not weaken the sense of sanctity of the old **** stick, but was regarded as a miracle by the believers.

   Seeing a real lion lying at the feet of the old **** stick as well-behaved as a puppy, many believers shed tears and even more regarded the old man as a living saint.

   Hearing that someone "canonized themselves", Lieutenant Varga, another devout believer, was furious.

   Overwhelmed by religious zeal, Lieutenant Varga took his sword and stormed into the Jesska camp, vowing to destroy the heretics.

After   Winters got the news, he didn't even have time to put on his shirt and boots, so he grabbed a steel nail and ran to save the old man.

   By the time he arrived at the scene, shirtless and barefoot, it was already too late... Vargar was kissing the corner of the old **** stick.

   Lieutenant Varga, who walked out of the Jieska camp, has been [Secondly Inspired] and has become the most ardent supporter of the old gangster.

  …

   Hearing Winters' [cow dung] question, Brother Rhett was not angry at all.

   Brother Reid looked Winters in the eye.

With bright eyes and serious expression, he said to Winters earnestly: "They are just religious, not mentally retarded. Even if the Pope says cow dung is delicious, no one will eat it. Around you, except you. Cultivators, everyone else is a believer. You should keep a trace of respect, or at least not show contempt. If you continue to do this, one day, your contempt will not be able to hide. At that time, how will you interact with Does this religious society get along?"

   Winters snorted softly.

   The words just now were too presumptuous, and he knew that he was right.

   And the sudden righteousness of the old **** stick made him at a loss like a urchin who was caught in the courtroom.

  To tell the truth, Winters was taken aback: Brother Rhett's eyes seemed to look him to the end.

  The carriage became quiet, except for the snoring of the little lion.

   "Cough, well." The old man showed a sly smile: "If I told them that cow dung can cure diseases, they should try it."

   "Boom!"

   The door was kicked open.

   Winters rushed away in anger.

   The little lion in his sleep was startled by the sound of the door being kicked. He instantly bounced off the seat, his mane exploded, his four palms and claws exposed, and he looked around alertly.

   "It's okay." Reid gently comforted the little lion: "Are you also fried?"

  …

   The first three battalions had already left the camp, and it was the turn of the Jesska battalion.

  The carriages drove past the camp, and the crunching sound of sour teeth spread throughout the camp.

  Many people walked out of the tent to watch the convoy leave the camp.

  Veneta officers and several seniors from Palatus also came to see Winters off.

   Lieutenant Mitch and Winters punched each other: "See you at the next camp, Winters."

   "See you at next camp, squad leader," Winters replied.

   When he entered Winters Lu Academy, Mitch was in the third year. He really served as the monitor for Winters, and he was also a senior in terms of spellcasters.

   took one last look at Bian Li, Winters left everything behind and rode forward.

   He came with nothing, and when he left he took one and a half spells.

  [Dissociation], and the prototype of another spell.

  According to Winters' speculation, the large-scale spell that caused the torrential rain was probably not only powered by the Hed shaman, but also the spellcasters of Palatu contributed magic power to it.

   The shaman's spells resonate with Alliance spellcasters, their "magic" being sucked away like a sailboat caught in a vortex—if there is such a thing as "magic" at all.

   According to this principle, the first [anti-spell] in the history of alliance spellcasters has been ready, which Winters temporarily calls [mana vortex].

   But thinking alone is useless, Winters needs more resources to experiment and practice.

   "The Antoine Laurent award is mine." Winters thought: "The youngest winner."

   Watching Winters's back gradually fade away, Lieutenant Mitch asked Lieutenant Matt who was still waving desperately beside him: "Do you think Winters Montagne is a false person?"

   "Huh?" Lieutenant Matt wiped his tears and was slightly taken aback when he heard Mitch's words: "Winters... This kid is pretty good? What's the matter?"

"Yes or no."

"…no."

   "I don't think so either. I took him for a year. He's a good boy, I know very well." Second Lieutenant Mitch said in a deep voice, "But he was deliberately hiding it from us yesterday."

   "What?" Matt was still immersed in the sadness of parting.

   "I was told that Winters killed the first warrior of the Teltown Division with a single spear throw. Do you think he has such strength?"

  "I sound like a rumor..."

   "No, it's true." Mitch rubbed the stubble on his chin and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's a specialized version of the Flying Arrow Technique."

  Matt was puzzled: "So what? The casters have body pressure spells."

   "I tried, but I couldn't do it." Mitch said seriously: "Neither precision nor strength can be reproduced."

"what do you mean…"

"A person who is not inaccurate, but does inaccurate things, then the information he wants to hide must be very important." Mitch straightened his body and looked at Winters' back - it was almost impossible to see, He shook his head with a wry smile: "What is the weakest? He is the strongest."

   [About the records of dignitaries raising beasts, I remember an interesting one:

   A certain Austrian archduke [the Habsburg family]—I can’t remember who—kept a lion, which “wandered around the palace, roaming at will, and occasionally eating an unfortunate chamberlain”]

   [Explain the story of the white lion and the old **** stick, the progress of the plot will be slowed down...]

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   (end of this chapter)