Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 228 Reunion

   When you visit Mitchell Manor, you must organize it.

   So Winters first took a bath in the river outside of town.

   He has now learned to swim and loves it.

  Because the burden on his left leg in the water is not as heavy as on land, it can relieve a lot of soreness.

  Clean body and shave beard.

   Winters took off his tattered lumberjack attire and carefully removed a starched and ironed officer's uniform from the bottom of the box.

   This uniform has been stitched in several places, and although the stitcher's hands are very skillful, it can still be seen.

  In the eyes of outsiders, it is an officer uniform.

   In the eyes of experts, it is actually the summer uniform of officers and students of the Luyuan Academy.

   This summer uniform is exactly what Winters wore when he was escorted to Palatu.

  The uniforms of regular officers need to be purchased by themselves, but none of the Venetas make Palato uniforms - except for the "Vanity" Second Lieutenant Andrea Cellini.

   But even Andre's hussar uniform was deliberately chosen with red waistbands and blue piping that were different from those of the Palatine hussars.

   Winters made a cashmere coat last year when she was preparing her winter clothes.

   But inside the coat, he was still wearing his old summer clothes in protest.

   After returning to Wolf Town, Winters has been wearing hunting clothes.

The    safari suit is not only comfortable, but also has many, many pockets - which Winters likes very much as a spellcaster, and the safari suit does not reveal his identity.

   All these, the old summer uniforms also pressed the bottom of the box.

  Because it was going to Mitchell's for dinner today, it was able to see the light of day again.

   It would be rude to visit empty-handed, but Winters doesn’t have a suitable gift—you can’t bring money, right?

   After thinking about it, he picked up two rabbits and plucked a few bunches of wild roses, so he came to the door.

  The Mitchell Manor in the sunset is quiet and beautiful, and it always gives Winters a warm feeling.

  Girard's four hounds smelled the scent of rabbit blood from a distance, and rushed out to greet them.

The   hounds not only did not starve to death, but also gave birth to a litter of cubs. But because the **** can't get enough to eat, so the **** are all deflated and have no milk.

  Ellen couldn't bear it, so she took the puppies back to the house and fed them with goat milk.

  The four hounds returned to Mitchell Manor.

   Smelling Winters, the hounds were very excited.

  They didn't dare to pounce on Winters, and they didn't dare to grab the rabbit. That is, wagging his tail desperately, running wildly in circles beside Winters, and licking Winters's hand in a pleasing manner.

  The enthusiasm of the dogs always made Winters hard to resist. He held the rabbit high and reassured the dogs: "Don't grab it... Wait until the fall, and the fall will take you to the field to hunt."

   But the dogs didn't understand what Winters was talking about and thought Winters was going to play with them.

   So they became even more excited, and one even leaked urine.

   "Enough!" Scarlett ran to Winters and drove the hound away with a branch: "Bad guy! Bad dog!"

The   hounds walked away with their tails tucked in sadness.

   "Thanks to you, Miss Mitchell." Winters breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Mrs Mitchell there?"

   Scarlett blushed and took Winters' arm: "We're all waiting for you."

  Ms. Mitchell almost turned into a boy, with a ponytail and long trousers - unimaginable for a "respectable" lady.

   Ellen was waiting for Winters on the porch.

   She took the bouquet and smiled faintly: "What a beautiful rose, Mr. Montagne."

   "Really?" Now it was Winters' turn to blush: "Actually, I didn't even know it was Rose..."

  These flowers were plucked by him on the side of the road and left him with several small wounds.

   "Then you have to be careful, roses are very rich in meaning, and you can't just give them away." Ellen invited Winters to enter the door: "The tableware has been set, just waiting for you."

   "Sorry for being late." Winters laughed and loosened his corset calmly: "But I can smell the aroma of stewed chicken from a distance."

   Winters handed the rabbit to the maid and walked into the Mitchell mansion.

   Another guest sat at the table, and Winters couldn't believe his eyes.

   "Good evening, Mister Montagne." Father Carman gave a polite greeting.

   Winters was stunned for a moment, then strode to Kaman and gave the priest a bear hug.

   This sudden warm welcome made Father Kaman unable to resist.

   He was at a loss, his arms raised stiffly, and he looked at Mrs Mitchell for help.

   "Mr. Montagne is very happy to see you." Ellen smiled reassuringly: "Father Carman."

  Kaman sighed and patted Winters on the back in disgust: "Okay...Okay."

  Scarlett took her mother's arm and looked at the "touching" scene in front of her, with a smile on her face.

   Winters let go of his arm, grabbed Kaman's shoulder, and asked in surprise, "Why are you back?"

  Kaman smiled bitterly and removed Winters' hand: "Why can't I come back?"

   "I mean... how did you get back?"

   "I'm a priest." Kaman's tone was light: "Of course I want to go back to my parish, so I can go back to my parish."

   Winters asked impatiently: "Do you know the whereabouts of the others?"

   "Some people are separated from me, and some people have been inspired by the Lord." Kaman's eyes dimmed: "I came back by myself."

   "Where's Mr. Mitchell? Did you meet him?"

  Kaman shook his head: "No, I have told Mrs. I have not met Mr. Mitchell."

   "Sit down and talk." Ellen greeted gently: "The soup will be cold in a while."

   Four people took their seats at the table.

   Mr. Mitchell is not at home, Mr. Mitchell is on duty in the barracks, so the main seat is empty.

The four sat facing each other, Scarlett beside Winters, Father Carman and Mrs Mitchell to the side.

   "About Anthony Priest." Winters comforted Carman: "I'm sorry."

  Kaman bowed calmly and said the words commonly used by the clergy: "Brother Anthony is not in pain, he is now with the Lord and has eternal life. As for the gold and silver sacrificial vessels, those are not important."

   Now, Winters doesn't know what to say.

   He had a vague feeling that the Wolf Town Church was in ruins, and Kaman was not as sad as he was.

   "That's right, Mr. Montagne." Ellen looked at Winters across the table with her light blue eyes: "Father Carmen has discussed something with me, and I hope you can lend a hand."

   "Just say it." Winters replied solemnly.

   "Can you send some people—rebuilding Wolftown Church?" Ellen added kindly: "Of course, it won't let your efforts go in vain. Father Kaman and I have come up with a way to get the best of both worlds."

   Winters blushed slightly, coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and hurriedly explained: "No...you don't have to ask me for a reward..."

   Winters organized the cemetery, repaired the roads, rebuilt the blacksmith shop, the town hall, and the police station.

   But he didn't care about Wolf Town Church, it was still a scorched ruin.

   He wants to build prefab houses for the militiamen and prepare shacks for the refugees. How can he have the leisure to rebuild the church?

  Winters not only ignored the church, he also seriously considered demolishing the remaining stone walls of the church to build other houses - stone is a good thing, how can it be wasted?

   But considering the status of this building in the hearts of the people of Wolf Town, Winters wisely did not dig the root of the church wall.

   But since Mrs. Mitchell and Father Carman asked, Winters naturally agreed on the spot.

   He is not short of manpower or building materials, so rebuilding the church is not difficult.

   Mrs. Mitchell and Carman only asked for this, and then it was the usual dinner time.

   Several people chatted comfortably, and Mrs. Mitchell was always able to continue the conversation appropriately and well.

  Father Kaman looked uninterested, burying his head in the food.

After the excitement of   's reunion subsided, Winters looked at Kaman, and suddenly realized that he was sitting in front of a magic user at this moment.

   And also a "friendly" magic user.

   At least Kaman didn't kill him to silence him, and it doesn't look like he wants to try to silence him in the future.

   Winters almost shuddered with excitement, his legs shaking under the table.

   He stared at Kaman, even making Scarlett's expression weird.

   But Winters' reason was still there, he was careful not to speak rashly, and continued the dinner quietly.

   "We have to figure out a way, at least to draw up an experimental plan first." Winters stirred the soup plate with a spoon unconsciously: "At least not now."

   He immediately decided to go back tonight and draw drawings immediately! The church starts tomorrow! Guaranteed to make the church beautiful for Kaman!

Winters' thoughts have escaped to the sky: "There are several pages of conjectures about magic in the general's notebook. What are they? Why can't I remember?! Is magic within the general's system? Or Outside the general's system? You have to design experiments to verify it! Oh, but you need instruments! Where can I get instruments? I build them myself? What can Wolf Town do under these conditions? I…”

  Scarlett touched Winters' leg lightly.

  Winters woke up from his musings, only to find that he had stirred the soup on the table.

   Mrs. Mitchell's crochet tablecloth has been stained by him.

   Scarlett quietly handed him a napkin.

   "Sorry, lost my mind for a while." Winters wiped his hands with a wry smile, then went to wipe the tablecloth.

   "It's okay, just leave it alone." Ellen didn't mean to blame: "Just leave me to clean it up. But if you don't taste the white soup I made seriously, I will be angry."

  …

   Dinner ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

   Winters leaned against the wall and paced to the living room—the "gentlemen's room" as the maids of the Mitchells used to call it.

   The Mitchells' lounge chair was still in the living room, wiped clean.

   In the past, after dinner, Winters and Girard came here.

  Gillard would open the window, lie down comfortably in his chair, and fill his pipe carefully.

   He will take a deep breath first, and then let out a little mist in a comfortable manner.

   Winters does not smoke, but he also likes the feeling of lying still when he is full.

  Occasionally there are other guests: Girard's buddy, the two priests of the church, the masters of other estates...

After   Pierre's name was added to the roster, Girard also began to acquiesce to his son's participation in "Gentlemen's Time".

   But now, the room is empty, save for a few lounge chairs and Winters.

   Winters sighed, opened the window, and slowly lay down in his chair.

   He ate so full that he even felt a hint of guilt.

  Because his men were still feeding on rough brown bread—not even full, he had a good meal at the Mitchells.

   Ever since he found his old team, he has been with the troops all the time.

  Whatever the militiamen eat, he eats.

   Sharing weal and woe is easier said than done.

  The initial passion is quickly smoothed out by the bran crumbs in the bread, and then it is all about persistence.

   But Winters held on. Everyone is human, and if a warrior can eat it, there is no reason why he cannot.

   He gradually got used to the real face of this world, and he no longer spit out the whole piece of bran, but swallowed it directly after chewing it.

   But he still misses Berion very much. The blacksmith has a special ability to make unpalatable materials delicious.

   And most people only have the ability to make unpalatable ingredients even more unpalatable.

   Winters couldn't help thinking: "Should there be a separate department dedicated to preparing meals?"

   But in that case, the formation of the army will become bloated.

   One of the main contents of the military reform of the old marshal is to reduce the army: abolish the attendants, abolish all unnecessary auxiliary troops, and reduce the burden of the baggage troops.

   Soldiers are responsible for carrying tents, carrying weapons, and preparing food. Even if there are no auxiliary soldiers, the army will not lose combat effectiveness.

   So Winters couldn't make up his mind either.

   "Maybe you can try it." He thought: "There are only three arrows now, so it's easy to make a mistake."

  While he was thinking on the recliner, Scarlett crept into the living room.

   "Are you going to stay tonight?" Ms. Mitchell asked with a blushing face: "The rooms are all packed."

   Winters lived with the troops all this time.

   "Don't bother, I'll go back to the town and live in the barracks."

   Scarlett nodded, did not force, but did not leave.

   She sat boldly beside Winters, looked Winters in the eyes and said, "Bottayun should have a foal in the third or fourth week of August."

"OK."

  Scarlett's gaze turned to Winters' body and casually chatted: "Do you know why it's called Botayun?"

   "Why?" Winters suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

  Scarlett has gradually grown into Ms. Mitchell from the young, timid and timid little Sika in the past.

   He has a brotherly affection for Pierre, and looking at Scarlett is naturally like looking at a little sister, and you can always see Ella's shadow.

   But he suddenly realized that this is not his sister after all, Scarlett is not Ella, her temperament is even more mature, tough and independent than Ella looks...

   Winters' body language betrayed him, and he subconsciously backed away from Scarlett.

   All the while, he was actually projecting Ella on Scarlett.

   For brothers and sisters who have grown up with each other since childhood, even just thinking of a little fleshly desire will make people feel sick involuntarily.

   Winters had this disgusting feeling all of a sudden when she realized that Scarlett had become a lady.

  Scarlett looked at Winters' body: "It is the custom of the Dusa people to call horses by their coat color. Bota is a noble class in ancient times. Bota Yun means a good horse as white as a cloud."

   "Oh? Calling horses by their coat color? The Hurds do the same." Winters coughed softly and backed away: "Where did you know this?"

   "The story Dad told me..." Scarlett lowered her body gently: "You can stay overnight tonight."

   Winters shook his head desperately.

   "That's right here!" Scarlett gritted her teeth and stood up suddenly.

   "You... what are you doing?" Sweat dripped from Winters' forehead.

   "Of course it's for you..." Scarlett grabbed Winters' trouser legs and untied the rope ruler from her wrist: "...take the measurements."

   "Oh..." Winters let out a sigh of relief, and then exclaimed: "It's not even possible to measure the body!"

   Scarlett's eyes blinked.

   Winters explained sincerely: "I have no shortage of clothes. I have already troubled Mitchell Manor too much, and I really have no dignity to trouble you any more..."

   "It's okay, I'm willing to sew clothes for you."

   "No, not really."

   "I will learn tailoring."

   "It's not a question of whether you will..."

   No matter what Scarlett said, Winters desperately refused.

  Suddenly, Scarlett had a sour nose and lay on the reclining chair and started crying.

  If there's anything in the world that scares Winters, it's a lady's tears.

"What happened to you?"

   "Why are you?" Scarlett cried: "Why do you always reject me? Am I so bad? I..."

"That's not the case." Winters was at a loss, and he tried to reason: "You will treat me... In fact, it is because Wolf Town is too closed, and I am a fresh face. When you grow up, when you get out of Wolf Town, you will I have met more and better men, all of whom are gentle and considerate than me..."

   Scarlett cried even more: "You mean I'm not devoted, see one and like the other? I'm not! I! No! Yes!"

   Winters' words not only failed to appease Ms. Mitchell, but caused more serious damage.

   "I have a fiancée." Winters sighed and whispered to Scarlett, "She's still waiting for me."

   There is a good reason for this, but the first half of it is a lie because Anna is not engaged to Winters.

The second half of    may have been a lie before, but now it's even more of a lie, because Anna won't wait for him anymore, he broke Anna's heart.

  Scarlett's eyes were swollen from crying: "Your fiancee is in the sky, but I'm right in front of you. I can also be your fiancee, and I'm willing to take you away."

   Winters is out of words.

   was silent for a long time, the cry gradually weakened, Winters took out the handkerchief and handed it to Scarlett.

   "Do you really have a fiancée?" Scarlett snorted and asked, "Or are you cheating on me? Prevaricate me?"

   "Yes." Winters was suddenly sad and his nose was sore: "I'll show you her portrait."

   He undid the locket and opened it carefully.

  Anna was there with a slight smile on her lips.

   He hadn't opened the locket for a long time, because he didn't dare to look Anna in the eyes.

  Scarlett took the locket and stared at Anna with crying red eyes: "She is beautiful."

   "Yeah, she's beautiful."

   Winters clumsily tried to wipe Scarlett's tears away.

   "I would be so beautiful, too." Scarlett said in a fit of anger.

   "No..." Winters smiled wryly: "No one can beat her."

   Hearing this, Scarlett's tears that had already stopped flowing again.

   "Don't cry...don't cry..." Winters didn't know what to do: "I..."

   There was a sudden commotion at the Mitchell mansion, and Winters looked warily at the source of the sound.

   A heavy footstep was approaching from the hallway—a man, if Winters heard correctly.

   Father Kaman's footsteps were not like that.

   And at this moment in Mitchell Manor, there will never be a third man.

   Winters gently embraced Scarlett and protected her behind him.

   looked at the four walls of the living room, he was looking for a weapon.

   "Boom!"

   The door to the living room was opened.

  "Here!" shouted a familiar voice, it was Gold: "My lord! Look! Who am I bringing!"

  A thin figure walked into the living room.

   The figure is wearing men's clothing and a hat, but Winters will never admit it wrong.

   is Anna.

   is Ana Navarre.

   Winters' pupils dilated sharply, his body stiffened, and his body even lost consciousness.

  Scarlett was startled to realize that the brave knight beside her was trembling—unconsciously trembling.

   Winters looked at Anna, the pure white moonlight buried in his heart, lightly sprinkled on him at this moment.

   But why is she so sad? So desperate?

   Winters did not understand.

   And Ana Navarre looked at M. Montagne, at the strange girl's red eyes, at the chaotic lounge chair, and at M. Montagne's arm hugging the strange girl.

   The two seemed to travel through time and space and returned to the mercenary loggia.

   It's still him, it's still her, he's still wearing that old uniform, and she's still wearing men's clothes.

   But everything has changed.

   She left everything behind and came to the end of the world regardless.

   The result was this.

   Didn't she expect this situation? Of course there is.

   She originally thought that she would be distraught, she would throw her hands away, turn around and return to Hailan, marry another man, and take revenge on the unscrupulous person.

   But at this moment, there was only anger in her heart. Grief and despair had become fuel for anger, and her body trembled with rage.

   Her mind was filled with a word, a word she had never uttered - "Little hooves!"

   "Why are you here?" Winters finally regained consciousness.

   "Of course." Anna almost bit her red lips: "Yes! Come! And! You! Private! Run!"

   The small living room was deadly silent.

   A crisp and melodious female voice came from behind Anna: "Hmph, where is the famous Mr. M? I..."

   A young girl who was also dressed in men's clothes and had a similar appearance to Anna, but with a brighter appearance, stuck her head out from Anna's shoulder.

   Seeing the scene in the living room, her smile disappeared instantly.

   Without saying a word, she took Anna's right hand and left.

   "Don't!" Winters strode and grabbed Anna's left hand. He had already understood, but he was speechless now: "No!"

   The strange girl angered: "Let go!"

   "[Old saying] Seeing is not true." Winters ignored the other party and looked directly into Anna's eyes. He could not let Anna leave like this anyway.

  Scarlett wiped away her tears and walked up to Sister Navarre generously: "You have a misunderstanding."

   "Shut up!" The strange girl was even more angry.

  Suddenly, there was another commotion at Mitchell Manor.

   This time the noise was more urgent and dangerous than before.

   Not only the sound of heavy footsteps, but also the neighing of warhorses, the crunch of boot nails hitting the floor, and the sound of scabbards slapping against the hem of the clothes.

   "Detective riding!" Pierre rushed into Mitchell Manor, with Anglo and Vashka following behind him.

   Pierre shouted to look for Winters as soon as he entered the main entrance: "The scout! The scout of Gervodin!"

  Arrived at a piece anyway!

   Winters gritted his teeth, took Anna's hand, and kissed it.

   His eyes were so wide that he almost wanted to dig out his heart to show Anna.

   His eyes were intertwined with Anna's: "Wait for me to come back!"

  Anna didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

   "Gold!" Winters yelled the name of the culprit.

   The old pirate who knew he was in trouble shuddered: "Sir?"

   "You brought people! You take care of them for me! No one is allowed to leave!"

"Yes."

   took the saber from Pierre, and Winters strode out the door:

   "Let's go! Go to meet the scout of Revodan!"

   Outside the door, the Dussacks slapped their chests hard and cheered loudly.

   The sound of hooves gradually faded away until it was no longer heard.

   (end of this chapter)

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  Special Document: "Letters Received by Madame Navarre"

  Material: Parchment

Above    is a line of beautiful swash characters

  A: I'm sorry, Mom, I'm going to a long way. love your daughter.

Below    are several crooked letters.

  K: I'm going too!

   [This chapter has a map of Iron Peak County, please find it in the description of this chapter. I will post this map several times in the near future to prevent book friends from not seeing it. Because this is the latest stage. ]

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   [It's really a vulgar plot (covering my face), but I've been looking forward to writing this for a long time]

   [Today's update is late, but the number of words is large, there are 64+ words. Compensation? ]

   (end of this chapter)