Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 475 Rekindling the Spark (7)

  [Fayeka Mansion]

   "Hey, not only your son, but all the young men who bought their backgrounds from Major Sander are now held in the hands of the blood wolf."

   When saying the word [Blood Wolf], Fayeka deliberately changed to another accent, but still shivered uncontrollably. Obviously, Artemis' overnight change left him with an indelible mental trauma.

"But no matter who pleads, no matter how much blood is shed, that one will not let go at all." Fayeka pointed lightly at the top of his head: "Right now, half of the city of Artemis is working for him. You Say, he just shortened those dozens of arms for digging the soil?"

  Old Maziya listened attentively.

   Fayeka pretended to be sophisticated and asked: "Or, what he lacks are dozens of good hostages?"

  Old Matia remained silent, thinking of the parting words of the officer named "Lanis" again.

"Mr. Matthias. I can bet you that the saddlebag weighed as much when you left here, and it weighed as much when you returned from Artemis. Because no matter how much gold and silver you can put out, it is impossible to shake your lordship." Will. But you are not someone who can be easily persuaded, so I will not stop you. Besides, I don’t think it is a bad thing for you to go to Artemis.”

  The young officer laughed vigorously: "Because there is no one who can not be impressed by Your Excellency after meeting Your Excellency."

  Old Maziya leaned against his knees, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and recalled what he had seen and heard along the way.

  The almost fanatical confidence in the "Blood Wolf" revealed by the young officer's speech is still clearly imprinted in the mind of old Majiya, making him feel inexplicable fear.

   "That's good." Old Matiya opened his eyes suddenly, got up and dressed without delay: "I'll go back right away."

   "Don't! What are you in a hurry for?" Fayeka hurriedly grabbed his old friend and hurriedly explained: "Even if there is no result, you should go to see the tribune."

  Old Maziya frowned.

"However, it's not 'that' tribune." Fayeka made a fool of himself, he deliberately dragged his voice, and said complacently: "It's another tribune, the real tribune—Bud Your Excellency, don't worry, I have connections and can introduce you to him."

  Old Matiya thought for a moment and asked, "How many tribunes are there?"

   "Uh...several people." Fayeka looked rather embarrassed: "I don't know much about the small circle of rebels."

   "This one, is it different?"

   "Hey, that's why you don't understand." Fayeka pushed his old friend back to his seat, poured himself half a glass of wine, and tilted his neck back to pour it all down his throat.

With the help of alcohol, Fayeka mysteriously explained to his old friend: "The **** of the rebel army are very different from the 'officials' we saw when we were working for His Majesty. Those brains, although their mouths Powerful, even whipping, but we know exactly what kind of rotten flesh is inside the skin."

  Old Majiya didn't understand what his old friend wanted to say, but he still listened carefully.

"As for the rebels, they are kind on the surface, more like the official army than the official army. But don't be fooled by them. These youngsters are harder-hearted than each other, and their hands are darker than the other." Fa Yeka lowered her voice subconsciously: "Do you know how many people they used to defeat Artemis?"

Without waiting for his old friend to respond, Fayeka raised five fingers, stared at himself and asked himself: "Five hundred! Just five hundred people. When the man's battle flag was displayed, the rebel leader seemed to go crazy Charge forward. Major Sandal was crushed to death without farting! The heirloom sword was taken away."

  Old Majiya gradually understood what his old friend was thinking, and his expression became more serious.

"Old friend, I'm only telling you this. I'm thinking, the government wants to suppress this group of rebels..." Fayeka slapped his thigh: "It's difficult! It's too difficult! It will take a lot of blood and effort! Even if It will definitely take a lot of time for Guanting to win in the end."

Fayeka pointed drunkenly at old Matiya, and then pointed at himself: "We and the rebels—but we still have to get along! You can't hide by covering your head! What if the government calls for security?" Think about it, the days will be longer!"

  Old Maziya didn't say a word, but his tightly pursed lips showed that he agreed with his old friend.

   "So." Fayeka poured himself another glass of wine helplessly, knocked on the table and said, "You have to meet the rebels, you can't hide, you can't hide!"

  Old Matiya stared at his hands, and suddenly exhaled a long breath. Along with this breath, there were also some inexplicable and unexplainable things that left his body.

   "Your Excellency Bard." Old Majiya asked in a deep voice, "What kind of person is he?"

"That's a good man." Fayeka came alive and introduced with great interest: "It's different from other rebel leaders—he's pious, knowledgeable, kind, and easy to talk to. It's said that he studied in a monastery. Don't worry, he may not be able to intercede for you, but he will be willing to listen to your grievances. You should go to see him, so that the trip to Artemis is not in vain."

  Old Majiya asked again: "When can I arrange for me to visit Lord Bard?"

   "You can do it anytime. Don't worry, Your Excellency Bard will be working in the old station, receiving petitioners all day long."

   "You take me now."

   "Why are you in such a hurry?" Fayeka was taken aback.

  Old Matiya insisted: "Go now."

"Okay then, take your youngest son and let him see the world." Fayeka scratched his thinning scalp and said frankly: "I won't accompany you, to be honest, step into the old garrison Everything scares me. I'll ask the housekeeper to take you there, don't worry, nothing will be delayed."

  Old Majiya nodded.

   "Did Tasso come with you?" Fayeka asked with concern.

"outside."

"Why is he still like this? What's there to be ashamed of?" Fayeka laughed kindly, and got up to send his old friend out: "That's it - let your youngest son accompany you, and let Tasso stay and drink with me. Don't worry, the rebels don't say anything else, the law and order is pretty good, and even the streets are much cleaner. Go and come back quickly, and you can catch dinner..."

  …

  [Artemis Station]

  The former Artemis garrison has now been requisitioned as the office of the Iron Peak Army.

  A large number of civil servants from Gervaudan occupied this place, which changed the original solemn and quiet two-story stone building.

  All the space that can support a small table has been divided up by clerks, accountants, and scribes; clerks and errands come and go, bringing snowflakes of requests for instructions, and sending away snowflakes of answers.

  The large-scale procurement of the Iron Peak County Army in Vogne County not only made the logistics organization in charge of Bard the most popular department in the army, but also made the Gevaudin Accounting School famous in Vogne County.

  Citizens of Artemis are either asking "how to sign up for the Gervaudan accounting school", or asking "whether Lord Blood Wolf will open an accounting school in Artemis".

  After all, being able to learn grammar and arithmetic for free is like a pie in the sky.

  And there is obviously a very wide room for prevarication between "learning to settle accounts at a school run by the rebel army" and "joining the rebel army".

  For a while, the small gray stone building of the old garrison became the focus of Artemis.

   At the end of the corridor on the second floor of this small stone building, in front of a small desk placed close to the corner, a clerk stood up with a groan.

  The clerk moved his stiff neck and shoulders, trudging between the stool legs, the back and the wall, and finally reached the conference room at the other end of the corridor with difficulty.

   In order to facilitate access, the door panel of the conference room has been removed. The clerk knocked on the door frame and walked in after getting permission.

   "The contract sent by Molin Trading Company has been transcribed." The clerk put a piece of parchment with ink on the table: "Mr. Angloo."

  Angelu on the other side of the long table took the parchment and checked it line by line.

   Thanks to Brother Rhett's enlightenment education first, and then thanks to someone's sufficient stick education, the cultural level of the little stable boy has made considerable progress.

  He checked the contents of the transcript, calculated the figures again, and then put the parchment into the small basket "waiting for submission".

  Although the office is not Anglo's favorite place, he still manages hundreds of clerks in an orderly manner like looking after a herd of horses.

   "Thank you." Anglo nodded with a smile—caring and encouragement have always been important skills in horse training: "Among so many scribes, only you have never made mistakes."

   "Should be." The clerk didn't intend to leave, but wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the supervisor.

  He rubbed his neck exaggeratedly, and glanced at several small baskets on the table. In each basket, there were piles of papers waiting to be submitted. According to Lord Bud's work efficiency, this kind of situation will generally not happen.

   "Your Excellency Bard is still receiving guests?" the clerk asked flatteringly.

"Yes."

"Oh, it's true, Mr. Montagnier." The clerk complained half-truthfully, "Either you don't show up, or you spend money like water when you show up. Your Excellency is happy, but we are so busy. We should invite Mrs. , teach Your Excellency a good lesson."

"There is no difference between gold and stones in the warehouse. It is a good thing to be able to use them - the money spent is money." Anglo frowned - proper whipping is also an important skill for taming horses: "You are now Nothing else to do?"

  The clerk resigned immediately.

   Looking at the crowded corridor outside the door, Angore pulled his hair a few times in distress.

  Compared with boring work and dirty air in the office, the endless wilderness can make him feel more comfortable. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but envy Bell—the little hunter must be having fun on the grassland with his lion.

  Suddenly, the door of the garrison officer's office was opened, and the tribune of Bard walked out accompanied by a lieutenant wearing an iron mask.

  According to the prevailing etiquette, the clerks should stand up. But the Bard Tribune had his new rules, so the clerks pretended not to be curious, and kept their heads down.

  Bard accompanied the Iron Mask Lieutenant all the way to the main entrance of the station: "Senior Mo Luo, I will send you here."

   "It's a few steps away, and I didn't need you to send it." Moreau still had an attitude of refusal: "I'm going back to Gervaudan now."

   "Be careful on the road."

   Mo Luo nodded slightly, took the rein from the groom, and gestured to the servants and guards to get ready to go.

  However, when his right hand had grasped the pommel and the toe of his boot had reached into the stirrup, Moreau abruptly stepped back.

  He turned around, stared straight at Bud through the mask, and asked seriously, "Why didn't you choose me?"

  Bud smiled tolerantly, and pointed to the northwest: "You're talking about that fortress."

   "It took most of my manpower away, and even delayed the progress of my bridge. Don't you allow me to ask a question?"

   "What do you want to ask?"

"In terms of number of periods, I am 16, and Mason is 17, and he has to call me a senior; in terms of resume, I serve in the Standing Army, and Mason raises pigs in the New Reclamation Corps; in terms of ability, Mason is a better than me. Artillery Commander, but I think the engineer business is not inferior to him. So no matter what, it is not Mason's turn to preside over such a project." Moreau's tone was not so much angry as it was a little reconciled: "Is it because I failed to earn your trust?"

  Bad thought for a while, but didn't answer directly, but just asked with a smile: "Is there a 'mason (Mason)' living in the heart of every artillery graduate?"

   Moreau frowned.

Budd explained: "Senior Mason's reaction was exactly the same as yours. Winters and I initially just sent him a letter to discuss the possibility of setting up a garrison camp in Warney County - like the one we sent you letter. But he immediately ran over from Maple Stone City and expanded the garrison camp into a star-shaped fortress on the blueprint."

  There were a few hoarse dry laughs behind Moreau's iron mask: "You want to tell me—I'm late?"

   "Of course not." Bud replied neither humble nor humble: "I want to say that you don't need to win our trust, because you have long been one of us."

  Mo Luo stood speechless for a long time, and suddenly said in a dispirited way: "Forget it, I already have a bridge, so I won't bother with Mason this time."

  Bud didn't speak any more, just raised his hand to salute.

Mo Luo stepped on his horse, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back, and said a little sourly, "If the civil engineering works are not repaired, they will be completely different in ten years. But my bridge can stand for a hundred years, and even benefit one party after a thousand years." .So... just leave it to him!"

   After finishing speaking, Moreau swung his whip and walked away.

  The accompanying servants and guards hurriedly saluted the tribunes of Bard, and hurriedly chased after him.

  Bard stood by the main entrance of the station, looking at the direction where Senior Morrow was going, and did not leave for a long time.

   "What happened?" Anglo rushed out from the small building of the station: "What's wrong?"

  Bud sighed, and commented with a smile: "I thought that only the cavalry department could cultivate the kind of people with strange self-esteem."

  Andrea Cellini, Seber Carrington... Several figures flashed in Anglo's mind in an instant.

   "What about now?" Anglo asked cautiously.

  “Perhaps there is a Mason in everyone’s heart.”

   [Thanks to the leader of the book friend [Kai Fengqing], thank you very much]

   [Captain Morrow’s first appearance was on the eve of the Battle of Blood and Mud, and he risked his life to assist the Iron Peak County Army in destroying the pontoon bridge of the Terton Department (unsuccessfully). His disability is due to the fact that he repeatedly escaped when he was detained by the Turton Ministry, and was physically tortured by the Turtons]

   [After the Battle of Blood and Mud, Captain Moreau did not leave Iron Peak County with others, but stayed in Jewodan to take charge of infrastructure work]

   [The project presided over by Mason can quickly get on the right track, thanks to the group of skilled hands that Captain Moreau has trained]

   [Reigniting the Spark will end in the next chapter]

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  (end of this chapter)