Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 388 Storm (1)

   Qiulin's body was placed in the living room. No trauma could be found on his body, and his expression was calm and serene, as if he had just fallen asleep.

   The remaining nineteen unidentified bodies were dragged into the courtyard, almost filling the front courtyard of the small building.

   There were black scratches like brushstrokes on the slate floor inside and outside the courtyard gate, which were bloodstains smeared when the corpse was dragged.

   Fatty White Fuller sat slumped on the steps, his knees and shoulders trembling. Although Old Schmid maintained the calmness of the elder, his eyes still showed the dazedness of the rest of his life.

  At night, the temperature had already dropped to freezing point, the wounds and blood of the corpse were frozen, and there should be no odor.

   But every time Anna breathed, there was a **** smell so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

   This is the second time that Ms. Navarre has faced the **** killing formation. It is not as tragic as the last time, but it is closer than the last time.

   The last time was at Qingqiu.

  Winters looked at Anna, did not speak, just told Anna with his eyes: "You don't need to accompany me."

   "I'm not afraid." Anna whispered, supporting Winters' arm.

   Lifting off the mask and removing the mask, the attacker's lifeless facial features were exposed to the firelight.

   Winters looked at them one by one, all of them were raw faces. Let the accompanying guards take turns to identify, and the guards have no impression of the attacker.

The search of   's personal belongings also found nothing, except for sidearms and a few coins, only a drum-shaped silver box and a small string of keys were found in the green-eyed man's clothes.

The    key is simple in style, made of bronze, with an undulating sawtooth pile at the front, and a symmetrical three-petal flower bent by filigree at the end.

The    silver box is much more beautiful, with rhythmic mechanical sounds coming from the box. Open the clasp to reveal a silver plate protected by crystal glass.

The    silver plate is evenly divided into twelve equal parts, and each equal part is divided into four small parts. A pointer made of gold starts from the shaft and points straight to a scale on the disc.

   Winters recognized at a glance what the silver box was—a clock, a clock that could be carried around.

   "Are they assassins of the Oathbreakers?" Winters asked Kaman bluntly.

  Father Kaman sat in the corner without saying a word. His eyes were lowered, his expression numb, as if he hadn't heard anything. After violently killing the enemy, Kaman's every move is like a walking dead.

  Kaman did not answer, Winters took it as the default.

   Winters asked again: "You know them?"

  Kaman glanced at Winters absentmindedly, then shook his head slowly. The dry lips seemed to stick together, and Kaman answered with difficulty: "I don't know, that person...may be the 'Messenger'..."

   "What is a messenger?" Winters frowned.

  Kaman lowered his head and did not intend to continue talking.

   Winters was silent for a moment, put his hand on Kaman's shoulder, and said word by word: "I will protect you, and I will protect Mrs. Mitchell and Scarlett."

  Kaman let out a low sneer and grabbed Winters' wrist with such force that he almost crushed Winters' joints.

  Kaman's other hand grabbed Winters' placket at the same time and pulled Winters closer.

   He raised his eyes, the pious and kind clergyman's breath was completely gone, only the desperate look of a beast who fell into a trap: "Stop talking big! Winters Montagne! You can't protect anyone!"

   Winters looked directly at Kaman without flinching: "The oathbreakers are only mortals, not gods."

  Kaman and Winters looked at each other for a moment, then released their hands suddenly, and sat down with their backs against the stone wall.

   In accordance with Anna's request, she hurriedly ran out of the stone building with all the thick cloaks and blankets she could find.

  Anna took the blankets and capes and distributed them in an orderly manner to Fuller, Old Man Schmid, and the accompanying guards who hurried out.

  Anna took a thick blanket and put it on Father Kaman, and then held Kaman's hand and said some comforting words, wanting Kaman to return to a warm place in the house.

   But Kaman just hung his head and remained silent.

  Anna asked Winters with her eyes: "What's the matter?"

   Wintes asked Anna: "Let him be alone for a while." After walking a few steps, Winters explained: "He is afraid of the oathbreaker."

  Anna nodded in understanding.

   "I'll protect you too," Winters said to Anna.

   Churin's body was lying in the living room, and Winters' words were not a promise, but a blood oath carved in stone.

   "I know." Anna took Winters' hand silently and asked softly, "What about Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmid?"

   "Wait until Colonel Bern arrives and let the Colonel decide what to do with them." Winters looked in the direction of the old town - the scout cavalry he sent had not yet returned, and said, "Even if they want to leave, I'm afraid the road is not safe."

   "Then ask Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmid to rest in the side hall first?"

   Winters thought for a while and called Koch to his side: "Please ask Mr. Schmid and Mr. Fuller to also screen and find out if there are any faces they know."

  Koch was ordered to walk towards Fuller and Schmid with his saber. Old Schmidt stood up with his knees in cooperation, while Fuller waved his hands with a look of panic and resistance.

   The part-time coroner at Steelcastle Court lives in Old Town and can't count on tonight.

  The kitchen became a makeshift autopsy room, and Winters used the autopsy report from Hailan Customs in his memory to examine the body himself.

  According to Winters' request, the first to be carried into the kitchen were the four masked men.

  The fatal wounds of the masked people were all in the neck, and everyone's Adam's apple was dented - Kaman immediately deprived them of their ability to speak, and then finished them cleanly.

  The muscles of the masked people are not well developed, and their pampered posture shows that they do not make a living from manual labor. The palms are delicate and there is no trace of practicing weapons and fighting.

   Combined with the green-eyed words and the reaction of receiving the magic, Winters can almost conclude that the masked man is the court mage supported by the oathbreaker.

   But that's all.

   Wearing iron masks, they may be court mages. After taking off the iron mask, they are just complete or incomplete corpses. No matter what secrets they know, they can't dig it out.

   But Winters couldn't blame Kaman, because if Kaman hesitated when he started, it might be himself lying on the cold slate at the moment.

   Capture the caster?

   is an unsolvable problem at all.

   Quickly inspected the bodies of the four masked people, and the "green eyes" were carried into the kitchen.

   After cutting off his green-eyed jacket, Winters wrinkled his nose and asked Berrian, "Do you smell anything?"

   Temporary coroner's assistant Berrian sniffed the air: "The smell of perfume?"

   Winters didn't speak, leaned over the green-eyed clothing and flapped it gently. After a while, he slowly straightened up and his eyes became cold.

   "It's not perfume," Winters said confidently. "It's incense .

  Anna was invited into the kitchen.

   Winters pulled up the shabby curtain in advance to prevent Anna from seeing the corpse on the long case. He handed Anna a piece of cloth cut from a green-eyed shirt: "Remember this scent?"

  Anna took a few sniffs: "Amber? The last time I smelled human use was..."

   Winters fiddled with the meat tick: "White Eagle Mansion."

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