Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 389 Storm (2)

  The scout cavalry sent to the old town has not returned, but Winters can't wait any longer.

  Fuller stared blankly as the "Baron's Servants" lifted out a heavy wooden box, took out the lock coat, breastplate, arm guards, and leg skirts, and skillfully dressed each other.

   There were even people who ran over excitedly with a set of horse armor, the baron glared at them, and then retreated back in despair.

   Winters is short on staff right now.

   Even with the addition of Charles and Berrian, who later joined together, his entourage never exceeded a dozen. After the messenger and the scout were separated, the manpower was even more stretched, and only Winters, Anna, Kaman, Anna's aunt and six guards remained in the hotel.

  Kaman was depressed and instructed not to move. Mammy was half scared and couldn't help. The guards are tasked with guarding the periphery, and they can only come by turns.

   In the midst of busyness and confusion, Anna walked into the living room, silently took the silk tights from Berian, and awkwardly served Winters to change.

   Winters deliberately avoided Anna's gaze. Anna also lowered her head slightly to prevent Winters from seeing her expression.

   "Sir." Fuller on the side asked with concern: "Are you going to… play again tonight?"

   Winters has taken off his full uniform, put on a close-fitting silk suit, and is wearing a military suit.

   He picked up the silver box found on the green-eyed corpse, threw it directly to Fuller, and asked, "Do you recognize what this is?"

  Fuller carefully opened the lid: "Bell?"

  Old Schmidt glanced: "It's the Nurem Bell."

   "Do you know what this thing is for?" Winters asked again.

  Fuller puzzled: "Time?"

"One clock is the time, ten clocks is the plan." Winters opened his arms so that Anna could tie his belt: "The assassins lying in the yard are all good hands. The two of them have seen their skills with their own eyes. However, I also nearly got killed."

Fuller subconsciously wanted to take a few flattering shots like "adult brave" and "excellent swordsmanship", but suddenly remembered that half of the assassin's slippery brain was dripping, and all of a sudden he felt the soup in his stomach rushing straight to his throat, and he said no for a long time. Say a word.

   Winters moved his shoulders and waist a few times to confirm that the clothes were tight and fit, and that it would not affect his movements, and nodded to indicate that he could wear the armor.

He squinted and asked the two forge masters: "The dozen or so assassins in the yard are just one claw, and there is a wolf hidden in the steel castle, maybe even a pack of wolves. Mr. Schmid, Mr. Fuller , do you think that the master assassins prepared such a big battle just to deal with me?"

   Old Schmid was silent, and Fuller's heart trembled.

  Fuller had long guessed that he wouldn't be able to get away so easily tonight.

  The streets were full of corpses, the old city was in turmoil, and the hotel was panicked for a while. There have been three or four waves of waiters and guests who have come to ask the baron for news, but they have been ruthlessly blocked from the outside.

Although Fuller was frightened, his eyes could see clearly: the Baron and his wife were both healing themselves, preparing themselves mulled wine and a room to rest, but they didn't say a word about taking them home.

   If you don’t let me go home, don’t let me go home. Fuller’s small ledger counts carefully: it’s such a mess outside.

  Old Schmid asked abruptly: "Your Excellency, who is the person who is in charge of the assassin?"

   "I don't know," Winters replied without hesitation.

   "Why are they looking for you?"

"do not know."

  Old Schmid was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice: "If the situation is really what you said, shouldn't you stay in the hotel and wait until the outside has calmed down before going out?"

   Winters roughly guessed what the old man Schmid was thinking, and he told the old blacksmith bluntly: "The assassin is not from Monta, nor from the province."

   Old Schmid's face became solemn, and Fuller on the side was unclear.

   "As for the other question. In the current situation, it is indeed safer to stay at the hotel." Winters has changed into three-quarters of the full set, and he looks like a paladin walking out of a mural.

   He clenched and released the five fingers protected by leather and a leaf, and was used to the feedback of a grip that was different from his bare hands: "But I prefer to take the initiative rather than sit still."

   "What is taking the initiative?" Old Schmid stared at the baron with burning eyes.

   Winters pulled out his saber to examine, the blade exuded a faint cold air, reflecting his dark pupils.

   After a while, Winters put the sword into the sheath and neatly tied the sword belt around his waist: "I'm going to visit the White Eagle."

  Changfeng has been led out of the stable, with a full set of saddlery.

   Since arriving at Steelcastle, Winters has hardly ridden Changfeng, and Steelcastle has no room to indulge in galloping. This aggressive stallion has long been impatient in the stable.

   Smelling the **** smell in the air at this moment, Chang Feng is not only not afraid, but excitedly taps his front hoof on the ground.

  Fuller followed the Baron into the courtyard like a dream, watching the heavily armed cavalry waiting for their horses, watching the Baron take a pistol from the squire, and watching the Baron walk towards him with the pistol.

  Fuller woke up suddenly, backed away in a panic, and begged for mercy: "I...I won't say anything!"

   Then Fuller saw the Baron turn the pistol upside down, handed him the handle, and asked, "Will it work?"

  Fuller foolishly took the pistol, and after taking a closer look, it turned out to be the spring-wheeled pistol he had given to the Baron earlier.

   "Will it work?" Winters asked again.

  Fuller stood blankly for a while: "Not used."

   Winters patted Fuller on the shoulder: "Then you may have to learn to use it tonight."

   Having said that, Winters walked towards Changfeng.

  Old Schmid strode up to catch up with Winters, and asked eagerly, "Sir, are you really going to Beicheng?"

   Winters took Changfeng's reins and mounted his horse in the stirrups, ignoring the old blacksmith.

  Old Schmid gritted his teeth and knelt down on one knee: "Please take me with you too."

   Winters sat on horseback, condescendingly, frowning slightly, looking up and down the old blacksmith.

  Old Schmidt stood up and clenched his fists tightly: "My family is still in Beicheng District. If it's true as you said, I must go back to find them tonight! Without me, they can't do it."

   "There's a commotion in the old city. It's unknown what's going on now." Winters said calmly: "I'm going through the old city right now, maybe I'll take my life in it, so I can't bring a burden."

"I know the risk, it's all on me. I don't need you to take care of me, I can still ride a horse." Old Schmid turned his head to look at Fuller: "Kid of the Fuller family, you are a witness. I owe the adults tonight. A favor, if I die, you go and tell my sons and ask them to pay it back for me."

   Winters was unmoved: "My subordinates are more important than your favor."

   "You always need help!" Old Schmid was indomitable: "Every family in Beicheng knows me, and I know them too. Can you move Beicheng? I can!"

   Winters stared at old Schmid for a few seconds, then raised his finger to the latter: "Lead him a horse."

The   guard quickly brought out another ready horse and gave it to old Schmidt. Without saying a word, the old blacksmith stepped on the horse's back.

  Fuller realized later, he also staggered into the courtyard, snot and tears: "Take me too! My lord! My whole family is also in Beicheng!"

   Winters glanced at Fuller's stubby limbs and round stomach: "You can't."

  Fuller wanted to plead again, but Kaman stepped out of the shadows and tapped Fuller on the back of the head. Fuller, who was still wiping his tears, trembled, fell softly to the ground, and passed out.

   "I'll go with you." Kaman's face was grim.

   Winters shook his head: "You stay to protect others."

   During the conversation, the outside of the hospital became noisy.

   Hail-like hoofs approached quickly, and the distant riding post shouted: "It's Ciel! Ciel is back!"

The   guard opened the door upon hearing the sound, and Ciel, wrapped in the wind, galloped into the courtyard until he stopped in front of Winters. His clothes smelled of burnt fireworks, and a struggling man was tied to the horse's back.

  Charle got off the saddle, rushed to Winters, and reported in a low voice: "The old town is in complete chaos. The mob blocked the roads in and out of the city. House-to-house looting, food looting, and arson."

   "Where is the garrison outside the city?"

   "Colonel Berne's people won't be able to make it in for a while." Charles panted heavily and spoke quickly: "There are several roadblocks on the way into the city, and the slums along the road are blazing. It is said that..."

  Ciel gritted his teeth: "It is said that someone has opened the warehouse of the workshop along the river and is distributing weapons to the mob!"

   There was another noise outside, and a dull bell came from somewhere.

A sentry in charge of perimeter security galloped into the courtyard and reported out of breath: "Centurion! Someone shouted outside, and asked everyone with civil rights to immediately bring their weapons and go to Gelten. Gather in the church square! Say it's the sheriff's order!"

  Charle stepped forward, dragged the riding whistle much older than him from his horse, and scolded: "Shut up! Don't panic!"

   Qi whistle was shocked to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and slapped himself hard in annoyance.

  Fuller lost consciousness and heard nothing. Old Schmid's expression didn't change, as if he didn't hear anything.

   "Sheriff?" Winters looked at old Schmidt.

   "The sheriff appointed by the city council is responsible for catching robbers and arresting murderers, and there are in all districts." Old Schmid immediately explained: "The situation is urgent, and the sheriff can recruit citizens to maintain order."

   The situation has become more complicated and turbulent. Having seen the way court mages act, Winters would never trust any outside information easily.

   Immediately, a guard escorted old Schmidt out of the courtyard to verify the authenticity of the "sheriff's order".

   Winters pointed to the man on the horse and asked Charles, "Who is he?"

  The man on the horse was blindfolded, gagged, tied like a shrimp, with only sickly white hair exposed.

  The white-haired man felt that the horse stopped, so he kept trying to speak, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only make a vague "woooo" sound. He struggled hard, but couldn't move because his hands and feet were tied.

   "I don't know." Ciel punched the white-haired man, who became quieter: "Found it in the assassin's carriage!"

   [About citizens and weapons]

   [In autonomous cities, citizenship is actually a limited area of ​​citizenship, or even equivalent to citizenship] [Generally, you need to own a certain size of property, and... a weapon]

   [The minimum property standards for civil rights in different periods, countries, cities and municipalities will fluctuate up and down, but "weapons" are generally necessary. Because armed citizens are not only the security force of the autonomous city, but also the military force of the autonomous city]

   [So the setting of the old farmer ringing the bell and turning into a militia seems to make some sense...]

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