Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 470 Rekindling the Spark (2)

  Money touches people's hearts. Hearing the old Matiya's words, not only the coachman in front of the checkpoint, but also the eyes of the "rebel" soldiers on duty were also attracted by the gold in the hands of the old Matiya.

   Raul was at a loss.

  Although Mr. Majiya knew in his heart that his trip to [Artemis] was to redeem people, he was completely ignorant of what price a father was willing to pay in exchange for his son.

  The old servant Tasso next to little Ma Jiya tensed up instantly.

Old Tasso's brows were unconsciously twisted into a knot. He estimated the distance between the "rebel leader" in front of him and the other "rebel soldiers", and he moved half a step silently, using the body of the "employer" to block the "rebel leader". ", while slowly turning the short knife inserted in the belt with his left hand, turning the short knife to an angle where it can be pulled out at any time.

  However, the sensitivity of the "rebel leader" is beyond the imagination of old Tasso.

  As soon as old Tasso made a move, the young man with the sword immediately looked over old Majiya's shoulder and stabbed straight at the "horse-feeding old servant" hiding behind the "master".

   Obviously, the young man with the saber has already noticed the dangerous behavior of "Old Servant Feeding the Horse".

  But he didn't take a few steps back immediately to stay away from the threat. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the "head of the family" in front of him with interest.

  Matia Milok looked sideways at old Tasso, and slowly shook his head.

  Old Tasso was suddenly discouraged. He squinted at the young man with the sword, spat rudely at his feet, then let go of the dagger very unhappy, and crossed his arms.

   It was only then that the confused Raul realized that Tasso seemed to be planning to kidnap the leader of the rebel army.

  Little Ma Ji Yadun felt parched, he forced himself to hold back his nervousness and panic, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and he felt for the saber thoughtfully.

  However, the confrontation between the two sides had already ended without words. The old Tasso sighed and waved helplessly at the young master.

   Now that the winner has been decided, the three members of the Majiya family can only let the other party do what they want.

  The young man with the saber looked through the broken pottery on the table first, then picked up the gold bar from the broken pottery and looked at it, then glanced at the obviously heavy saddle bag, and asked, "Is there anything left in it?"

   "Yes." Old Maziya answered bluntly.

"take it out."

  The saddlebag that Mrs. Machiya handed over to her husband before leaving was emptied, and the pottery sticks were taken out one by one, smashed and searched.

  The gold bars were neatly stacked on the commode table. It looked like there was only a small pile, but it seemed that the legs of the table were about to be broken.

  Outside the checkpoint, more and more coachmen came to watch the excitement after hearing the news, and everyone looked straight.

  Not to mention now, even in the "good times" before, holding such a huge sum of money when going out is tantamount to gambling your life.

   Not to mention that the only ones who carried the gold were two and a half old men, and a young man with a beard that didn't even grow.

  The eyes of the onlookers became scorching—gold can bend not only the table legs, but also the hearts of the people.

  No matter with good intentions or malice, people are unconsciously looking up and down at the helpless master and servant, just like a horse thief watching a steed and a butcher judging a fat sheep.

  Old Tasso also sensed the sight of his surroundings. He raised his eyebrows, bared his teeth, and stared back fiercely without showing any weakness.

  On the other side, the saddle bags have been emptied. A small pile of gold bars and a small pile of broken pottery were placed on the table.

   "That's all?" The young man with the saber frowned, picked up two gold bars and knocked on each other, his tone threatening and suggestive: "If there are other things that need to be declared, there is still time to say so."

  Old Matiya shook his head frankly.

  The fingertips of the young man with the saber brushed the gold bars and broken pottery, while closely observing the subtle changes in the expressions of the three, but did not get the desired reaction.

  He put away his vague smile, held the saber with a serious expression, turned his back to Jin Jin, and raised his hand to point to the three people in front of him: "Search."

   "Yes!" A veteran with a helmet decorated with white tassels put his boots together, and meticulously raised his hand to salute the young man with a sword who was much younger than him.

  After the ceremony, the veteran stared at the three of them and whistled vigorously.

  The checkpoint, which was filled with a relaxed atmosphere before, suddenly became serious and deadly.

  The "rebel" soldier who was listless in the sun just now changed into another look:

  They closed their lips tightly, wrinkled their brows, held short spears and long halberds, and quietly surrounded the three strange travelers.

  Old Tasso still wanted to struggle, but before he raised his arm, the halberd had already touched his chest and back.

  A weapon is just an object if there is no user.

Just like the short spears and halberds of the rebels, they are neither exquisite nor novel. When they are placed diagonally in the corner of the checkpoint, even if people pass by them, approach their sharp blades, and see the mottled blood on the edge of the sleeve , and never be afraid of them.

  But when they were held in the hands of the "rebel" soldiers, every civilian present felt a chill in their hearts—it was the animal's instinct to detect a dangerous object that could kill itself.

  Old Tasso raised his head and met the cold gaze of the "rebel" soldier; lowered his head, he saw the motionless arms and knees of the "rebel" soldier.

  Obviously the other party neither yelled nor barked his teeth and claws, but old Tasso's underwear was drenched in cold sweat.

  Old Tasso swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and did not do any more actions that would misunderstand the other party.

  A "rebel" soldier stepped forward and neatly took away all the weapons the three of them were carrying, and even took out the small dagger hidden in the leggings of old Tasso.

  The onlookers and merchants sniffed out the change in wind direction.

   While pitying the three unlucky ghosts with half-truth and half-truth, they obediently obeyed the order of the "rebels" and dispersed from the checkpoint.

  With the sharp blade on his heart, no one can be hardened. The three members of the Majiya family were taken into the barracks of the checkpoint, and then subjected to extremely strict body searches.

  The clothes, shoes and all belongings of the three people were checked "pervasively".

  The soldiers of the "rebel army" cut the seams of clothes and cut the soles of shoes, especially focusing on checking hidden places such as the brim of the hat, the inside of the buttons, and the inside of the handle.

  Even the five horses they brought out went through a round of unequivocal searches.

  From saddle to bit, from neck to hooves, no place was spared where there was a possibility of hiding, whether it was harness or the horse itself.

  During the whole process, old Tasso kept swearing nonstop, but hidden under the surface of anger was deep anxiety and despair.

  Old Tasso spied every exit, every window, and every gap, nervously looking for possible opportunities to escape from the checkpoint, but found nothing.

  The young Matthias Raul fell into extreme anger after experiencing brief shock and humiliation.

  Pony Ma Jiya's anger was unusually quiet.

  The rebel soldiers ordered him to take off his clothes, and he took off his clothes, and ordered him to take off his boots, and he took off his boots, without saying a word, without saying a word.

   But his gaze never left the soldier in front of him from the beginning to the end. He stared at the soldier in charge of searching him, clenched his fists tightly, and gritted his teeth.

  The "rebel" soldiers in charge of the search paid more attention to the two middle-aged men, especially the old servant whose eyes were never idle.

  The soldiers of the "Rebel Army" were not nervous about the half-sized boy who seemed to be about to jump up and bite in the next second, but seemed to find it interesting.

  The white-tasseled helmet veteran who supervised the search took off his coat and threw it far away to the naked young man because all his clothes were being inspected. It was half a threat, half a good-hearted dissuasion: "Don't be stupid."

  Raul did not reach out to take it, and let the clothes fall to the ground, his eyes were still fixed on the nearest rebel soldier.

  Old Tasso stepped forward to block between Raul and the rebels, and shouted confidently: "Give me the whole thing!"

  The veteran Baiying looked the old servant up and down expressionlessly, put his sword across his knees, and didn't answer.

  Old Majiya silently picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on his youngest son.

   "Don't worry." Old Maziya said softly to his younger son. This was the first sentence he said after being brought into the post, his voice was as low and steady as ever.

  When old Tasso fell into anxiety and Raul was filled with humiliation and anger, Matthias Milok still maintained restraint and calmness.

  Raul raised his eyes and met his father's deep pool-like eyes, but for the first time, little Ma Jiya saw the care and warmth that had never been shown in his father's eyes.

   He loosened his fists with difficulty and nodded.

  Old Tasso also took a step back, stood next to old Matia and Raul, turned his back to the soldiers, and lowered his voice: "The rebels are all good players, this time they fell."

  Hearing the hard-hearted Uncle Tasso take the initiative to give in, Raul's eyes widened as if he had been betrayed, and he clenched his fists again.

  Old Tasso observed the soldiers around him, and said quickly: "The soldiers of the blood wolf are just like wolves. Their moves are vicious, ruthless and greedy... As expected, there are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames..."

  Old Matiya listened carefully.

  Old Tasso hung his head guiltily, with guilt and self-blame in his voice: "This time, if the gold falls into their hands, the gold will definitely not be kept..."

  He raised his head abruptly, looked at the master's father and son, and said word by word: "Master, first find a way to save your life!"

  Old Majiya nodded without hesitation.

   Seeing that his father was subdued, Raul squeezed out an angry question through his teeth: "Why?"

   "Just because they have a murderer in their hands." Old Tasso replied in a deep voice.

  Tears of humiliation welled up in Raul's eyes, and he asked unwillingly: "Then can you be unreasonable?"

Old Tasso replied decisively: "Yes, if you have a murderer in your hand, you don't have to be unreasonable. In front of a murderer, any reason is bullshit. If one day, you have a murderer in your hand, they don't, You can also be unreasonable."

   This blunt answer shocked Matia Raul, but the old Tasso didn't finish.

I just heard the old Tasso say cynically: "Why is the blood wolf the master of Vogne County? Isn't it because he has the most powerful murderer in Vogne County—his soldiers? So he doesn't have to reason with anyone, so he can Self-proclaimed the lord of Vorgne County. Not to mention that his soldiers robbed us, even if his soldiers killed us, we have no place to redress our grievances!"

Old Tasso asked one sentence after another like an arrow: "If you were a blood wolf, would you hang your own soldiers for the sake of nonsense? If you hang your own soldiers, who else would give their lives to him? The morals of the world That's it, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. The blood wolf has the biggest fist in Vogne County, and he is the head of Vogne County. The official hall has the largest fist in Plato, so the official hall is Plato's head. The emperor has the fist in the north The biggest, so the emperor is the head of the empire! Reason? Bullshit!"

   "Silence!" The Baiying veteran noticed the small dispute in the corner of the barracks, and interrupted the old Tasso's catharsis: "Don't whisper!"

  Old Tasso closed his mouth.

   On the other side, Raul was so trained that he couldn’t speak. He felt that what Uncle Tasso said was wrong, but he didn’t know how to refute it. He gritted his teeth and wiped away tears indiscriminately.

  Old Tasso couldn't bear it when he saw this, and his tone involuntarily softened.

The old servant persuaded the young master in a low voice: "It's all luck for this one to save his life. Gold—don't even think about it. We are the meat on the chopping board, and the soldiers of the blood wolf are knives. The knives can cut you how you want, and you can control the meat." Is it? Otherwise, what can I do? Do you still expect them to admit their mistakes? Do you expect them to make an apology?"

  Raul felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and found that it was his father.

   "You are right, what Tasso said is wrong." Matthias Milok told his son calmly: "But we can only do this now—it's not your fault."

  In an instant, the stubbornness supporting Raul's inner world collapsed and disintegrated.

  He wiped his eyes dry, bearing a great sense of humiliation, nodded vigorously.

  The body search came to an end, and the "rebel" soldiers in charge of the search took turns walking towards the white-tasseled veterans and reporting with their ears.

  The more Baiying veteran listened, the more he frowned. After hearing everyone's reports, he glanced suspiciously at the three people who were checked.

  He lowered his head and thought for a moment, the Baiying veteran stood up, looked around at his subordinates in the barracks, and made a gesture.

  The "rebel" soldiers exited the barracks in an orderly manner when they saw the gesture. The veteran Baiying was the last one to leave. He frowned and glanced at the three masters and servants before closing the door.

  Old Tasso and Raul don’t know why you look at me and you.

   "It doesn't matter." Old Tasso walked over, took back all the clothes left by the rebels in the barracks, and said viciously, "Put on clothes first."

  The three of them got dressed, old Tasso looked at the five windows of the barracks one by one, shook his head and walked back.

   "No way." He sucked his teeth and said bitterly, "Everyone is guarding."

  The three masters and servants of the Majiya family had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth, so they had to wait in the barracks.

   Just as old Tasso was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a weapon, the door of the barracks was pushed open again.

  The young man with the saber appeared in front of the three of them, but this time, his face was no longer calm and relaxed, but replaced by embarrassment and apology that was so thick that even boiling water could not dissolve it.

   "I'm really, really, really sorry." The young man with the saber blushed, rubbed his hands, and sweated, "We caught the wrong person."

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