Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 123

   Chapter 123 Unbelievers

   "Where is that thing?" Winters stopped a villager at the entrance of the village and asked anxiously, "Who ordered the beacon?"

   Seeing a plume of smoke rising from the direction of South Protestant Village [hereinafter referred to as South/North New Village], Winters immediately rushed over with two muskets he had borrowed.

   On the way, he pushed Redmane hard, for fear that it would be too late. The red mane spread out his hoofs and ran wildly, and arrived at Nanxin Village in a flash.

  The peasant girl who was stopped timidly led the way and led Winters to a yard near the south of the village. Some villagers have gathered inside and outside the courtyard, and they are chatting with each other.

   Winters' heart tightened: Has anyone been killed?

   He trotted his horse and quickly approached the yard, and the villagers on the side avoided it. Winters asked the village chief directly, "Are there casualties? Where is that thing? Where did it go?"

   "I didn't run, sir [Sir]." The village chief of Nanxin Village pointed to the yard: "That thing was locked in the barn by us!"

What?

  Barn?

  Winters was puzzled at first, then became a little annoyed, and a nameless fire rushed up.

   The barn in the courtyard that is less than two meters high? Just that rotten prefab house can keep the giant beasts in the woods? What are you kidding? !

   "Mr. Balby." Lieutenant Montagne on horseback looked down at the village chief, and the air was suddenly icy cold: "Are you having fun with me?"

  The air in the barn was humid and muggy.

  Sunlight fell on the ground through the holes in the roof, and bright passages appeared in the flying dust, barely illuminating the low prefab house.

  Wheat husks, straws, and some farm implements were scattered in the barn, and low roars came from the deepest part of the debris.

   A tan wolf with messy hair leaned back against the corner of the wall, supporting his body with his two front legs. It bared its sharp teeth, its eyes were fierce, and it roared to warn the enemy not to approach.

   There were several bloodstains on the wolf's body, and the injury to the left hind leg was the most serious, and even the stubble that pierced the skin could be seen, which was beaten by the farmers with sticks.

  This wild creature is now on the verge of death, and Winters finally glanced at it, and then threw the spear in his hand.

   The short spear with great strength hit the wolf with its severely wounded hind limbs. The spear tip entered itself sideways, and pierced the rib from the other side and plunged into the soil.

   The pinned wolf whimpered like a wounded puppy. Winters drew the short blade and relieved the pain for it.

   Winters, who dragged the brown wolf body out of the barn, asked the village chief, "Just this one? Is there any more?"

Around the yard, the Nanxin villagers who saw the dead wolf burst into cheers.

   "No more, your lord [Yourlordship]." The frightened village chief of Balbi swallowed and said cautiously, "This one is stuck in Itakura."

  One dog, three chickens and ducks, half a dozen eggs, and several villagers had holes in their legs, so Nanxin Village suffered so much.

   About five or six wolves broke into Nanxin Village to hunt for food, and one was killed on the spot by the assembled militia. All wolves ran back into the forest, except for one wolf who hid in the farmer's barn in a panic.

  The barn was small and no villagers dared to enter, so the brown wolf was finally killed by Winters himself.

  The villagers of Nanxin Village were very excited. In their opinion, although the wolf disaster was real, they not only drove away the wolves but also killed two of them. This wolf disaster is no big deal.

   With Winters' permission, the beaming Protestants have already begun to prepare to divide the wolf meat.

  Gillard and Winters rode side by side on horses, watching the villagers sharpen their knives and boil water from a distance. The former sighed with relief: "Second lieutenant, it seems that the militiamen in Nanxin Village are well trained by you."

"I just practiced javelin a few times. There is no training at all. It's just a wolf, something that a few farmers can solve with a wooden stick." Winters shook his head, and there was no joy in his tone: "It's not something so simple that we have to guard against."

   Hunter Ralph left the villagers who were dealing with the dead wolf and walked towards the two of Winters.

   "Anything special?" Winters asked the hunter.

"My lord, apart from acid water and a little squirrel wreckage, there are only grass roots in the wolf's stomach." Ralph reported his findings: "In general, these wolves are still afraid of people, and it is estimated that they are too hungry to venture into the village. ."

   Winters asked the hunter again: "The people in Nanxin Village say the wolf is running west, do you think they can catch up?"

"You can chase. Although two companions have died, the wolves already know that there is food here. I am afraid they will come again if they are hungry. But we are late, and the chance of catching them is relatively small." Ralph is cautious. to answer.

   Winters nodded and instructed: "Go and let Dussac gather, you lead the way, and we will try to chase after him. One more kill now, and there will be less trouble in the future."

  Ralph took the order and left to call the Dussacks who were watching the fun.

As the riders were regrouping, Sergey came over with two blood-stained rolls and gleefully showed it to Winters: "Sir! Look! I'll take the wolf skin for you from the disobedient. coming."

  The hunter's skinning skills are very good, and the wolf's skin is completely stripped from the claws to the tail to the head, and there is not even much blood.

   "What do I want this thing for?" Seeing the stripped wolf skin, Winters felt a little uncomfortable.

"The wolf you slaughtered, the wolf skin must be yours." The old man said of course: "You can't afford a traitor. Let Ralph tan it tomorrow and sew a few sets of gloves, wristbands and other things that are not beautiful. very?"

  Girard also smiled and said, "Wolfskin is good, it is more breathable than cowhide and sheepskin."

   "Yes! The best thing on a wolf is the hide, which is better than two layers of cowhide!" Old Sergey said with certainty.

   The old man glanced at the lively scene of the villagers in Nanxin Village sharing meat, and said disdainfully: "Apostates don't know what good food is. What's so good about wolf meat? It's sour and smelly, and I won't eat it for free."

"Okay. It's not good to have meat, what's there to dislike?" Girard jokingly tapped his old buddy with a whip: "If it had been thirty years earlier, I would have squeezed in the front to grab the meat. It's you."

  Sergey didn't continue the topic, and instead asked Winters happily: "Sir, I heard that you almost scared the village chief of Nanxin Village to pee his pants?"

  Although the old man was annoyed by another trip in vain, it was obvious that the shame of the Protestant village chief made him even happier.

   Winters shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't expect that just a question could make the village chief Balbi so rude.

   "A traitor just needs to be beaten every now and then!" the old man said cheerfully: "If I tell you, you are too kind to them, they are not afraid of you..."

   Winters felt that something was wrong the more he listened, but because he didn't understand the grievances and grievances between the several villages in Wolf Town, he just listened and didn't speak.

   "Okay!" Instead, Girard immediately shouted: "You guy, how come the older you get, the less your mouth shuts the door?"

   Then, the riders of Dusa Village assembled.

  Under the guidance of Hunter Ralph, more than two dozen riders followed the trail of the wolves toward the woodland west of Nanxin Village.

   It wasn't until the sun went down that Winters and Girard returned to the Mitchells.

  The two led the riders of Dusa Village to chase for hours, but found nothing.

  The tired Lieutenant Montagne had not yet had time to catch his breath when an uninvited guest came to the door... To be precise, the other party had been waiting at Mitchell's house.

   Looking at each other's clothes and accessories, Winters tried to remember the face in front of him.

   he asked uncertainly, "Uh, you're... you're the cup-carrying priest in the church, aren't you?"

   "That's right, Your Majesty." The young man in front of him was not sullen, but he still smiled and replied: "I am the priest of the church, Carman. The deputy of Brother Anthony."

   A tiny church with two priests? Winters was strange, but he just asked nonchalantly, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

   "There is indeed something I would like to ask for your help." The young priest's smile was mixed with a hint of embarrassment: "Excuse me, have you hired an official scribe yet?"

  The written work of the resident town official was handed over to Girard's scribe Pan Weiqie for Winters.

Hearing the other party's question, Winters was surprised and amused at the same time: "No, but I don't dare to ask a real priest to be my clerk, you... shouldn't you be looking for me for a job? "

   "Yes, I'm here to apply for your job." Father Kaman's smile became more and more embarrassing: "But not for myself, but also a highly respected priest..."

   "Wait first." Winters stopped Carman and asked with a smile, "Could it be that priest Anthony you're talking about? At least he's sixty years old, right?"

   Father Kaman quickly explained: "Of course not. Brother Anthony is the priest of the church, and of course he won't be a scribe. I'm talking about another clergyman."

   "Mr. Kaman." Seeing the other party's appearance, Winters restrained his smile and asked seriously: "Aren't you kidding me?"

   "Of course not! Of course not, I'm here to find a job for Brother Reed!"

   Winters was tired, but now a little more exasperated: "A full-fledged clergyman who wants a scribe position? Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not, please listen to my explanation." Father Kaman said sincerely: "Brother Reid is a pilgrim cultivator who travels all year round to do ascetic cultivation and begging for alms. He only came to Wolf Town yesterday and plans to be here this year. Winter. That's why I wanted to find a temporary shelter for him."

   The monks on the almshouse emphasize extreme poverty and purity. They do not sit in the hall, and they travel and preach by "begging for food". They belong to a kind of ascetic monks.

   Winters was even more puzzled: "Is it possible that your church still lacks a set of cutlery? Even a sannyasin can't be a scribe for me, right?"

   "Well, Brother Reid's theological views are compared..." Father Kaman blushed and said in a barely audible voice: "...It's unusual, so I'm at odds with Brother Anthony..."

   The young priest asked with difficulty: "Your Excellency Montagne, I really have no other way to ask for your help... You are not a Catholic, right?"

   Winters shook his head and replied with a sneer, "No."

   "Not Orthodox or Protestant either, right?"

"neither."

   "You're... an unbeliever, right?"

   "That's right."

   confirmed that the officer in front of him was not a believer. Not only was Father Kaman not angry, but his expression was much more relaxed: "That's why I came to beg you, because only you can tolerate Brother Reid's theological views in Wolf Town."

  Winterstitch: "Could it be that you want to stuff me with a heresy?"

   "That's not true." Father Kaman said with an embarrassed smile: "But since you are an unbeliever, it doesn't matter whether you are a heretic or not, isn't it?"

   Trying to argue with a seminary-educated priest is obviously asking for trouble. Winters is very tired and just wants to rest as soon as possible, too lazy to talk nonsense with the magician in front of him.

   He yawned and said helplessly: "So... you can bring someone to meet me first, okay?"

   "Okay!" Father Kaman stood up happily: "Then let's settle it."

After   , Kaman walked away without looking back, without even saying goodbye.

   Winters tried to stop the other party but was unsuccessful. Second Lieutenant Montagne smiled bitterly and said to himself: "How can this be settled?"

   The next day.

  Langtun Town Office.

  Gillard and Winters were both dumbfounded.

"Mr. Kaman, are you sure you're not joking with me?" Winters tried to control his emotions and asked as calmly as possible: "This... this Friar Rhett... at least seventy years old, right? "

  Gillard Mitchell nodded involuntarily.

   In front of the three of them, an old monk with fluttering beard twisted his beard and smiled without saying a word.

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   (end of this chapter)

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