Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 218

   Chapter 218 Rose

   The temperature difference between day and night in the wasteland is huge, but the felt tent is warm.

   Brother Reid pointed at Ciel: "This kid wants to collect your corpse!"

   pointed at the little hunter Bell again: "This kid will also collect the corpse for you!"

In the end, the old man stroked his beard triumphantly: "Cough cough. God has the virtue of good life, and my old man was afraid that they would die on the way, so I escorted them all the way. Fortunately, I did not disgrace my mission! Since you are not dead, just take the three of me. Pay monthly salary."

   "You can do it!" Charles said angrily: "Didn't we drive the carriage? What are you doing besides sleeping in the carriage?"

Although   Ciel was angry, his eyes were smiling. He took Winters' arm and refused to let go.

   Winters went straight to the point: "How did you find me?"

   "It's a long story, let's follow the army back to Palatu first." Brother Reid said with a smile: "As soon as Hurd chases the troops back, they will come to collect your corpse."

   Winters nodded slightly.

Bell said softly: "We originally wanted to go to the Styx to turn over the corpses, but we happened to meet Dage Shaman who comforted the undead. Brother Reid talked with Dage Shaman, and Dage Shaman took us to the big city. Here comes the shaman."

"The heads of the various shamans are also wise, and I can talk to him." Brother Reid smiled and said, "I heard him say that there is a Palatu champion in the hands of the Chihe tribe. When I heard it, that was not the case. You? Just follow him to find you."

  Little Lion mentioned that the big shaman wanted to see Winters, but he never came.

   According to Brother Reid, the Great Shaman is probably nearby.

   "Have you seen the white lion?" Winters asked.

"I see, when I came with the great shaman, I met the white lion who came back from the crusade of the Lord's Department." Reverend Reid changed to a comfortable half-lying position: "The dignified white lion can't wait to bow his head when he sees the old man. It's not like your kid, he was fighting with me in his heart. Seeing that he had a good attitude, the old man gave him a few words casually."

   "Call him what?"

   "Don't worry about that."

   Now that Brother Reid is here, Winters will discuss with him about the sacrifice of the golden man.

   White Lion did not agree to his deal, nor did he refuse.

   Hearing of Winters' reckless behavior, the old monk's beard was crooked with anger.

He hated Tie Bucheng and scolded him: "What do you think? What qualifications do you have to negotiate a deal with the white lion? If you are not a cultivator, the white lion has the means to make you speak! If the white lion has a little evil thoughts, you... Do you know what's going to happen to you?"

   In order not to irritate Winters, the little lion and Ellen have been careful not to let any "trophies" appear around him.

   But Winters knew that the captured Palauans had all been enslaved, and probably among them were his warriors.

   Winters lowered his eyes and whispered, "I just want to feel better about myself."

"Do you want to feel good about yourself? There is a way! The easiest way is to have a dark heart and not recognize the six relatives." Brother Reid blew his beard and stared: "What prisoner? It's none of your business? . If you can do that, you will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future."

  Ciel and the little hunter looked at the old magician in horror, their eyes changed.

   Winters said nothing.

Brother Reid persuaded him: "Don't worry about it so much, go home quickly. Go back to Veneta, and accumulate strength under the wings of your parents. The world will not change, you will be an official step by step. This is the easiest and easiest way, I have already pointed it out to you, why are you hesitating?"

   Winters sat there like a rock, still saying nothing.

   Brother Reid sighed, smiled and shook his head: "I'll tell you why the white lion didn't agree or refuse."

   Winters raised his head sharply.

Brother Reid pointed in all directions: "The great wasteland is surrounded by mountains in the south, and mountains in the north. In the west is the tundra, and behind the tundra are the mountains; only the east is the exit, but it is blocked by the Paratus. You say, you give the white What's the use of lion gold? What can he buy?"

   "This is an important sacrificial vessel..."

"Sacrificial vessel?" Reverend Reid dismissed and said carelessly: "How many soldiers is the sacrifice vessel worth? Just that big shaman, is he honorable or not? But how many soldiers does he have? Does he speak well? The white lion is Boya's, according to the rules, you can't be called a sweat, and you can't give him a golden statue. Generally speaking, you have to ask a golden man to go down to earth to treat the mother of the white lion. Can you?"

   "But he can negotiate with the Burner..."

"Negotiation?" Brother Reid's eyes widened: "When the white lion got the golden man, he completely lost the ally of the fire roaster! The Chihe Department and the Teldun Department now rely on each other and guard against each other. . For the White Lion, the Teltown Division that lost the Jin Jin is the best Teltown Division. He can take advantage of its power without worrying about being annexed."

   "I...I don't know these things..."

"Alas. You child is trapped in this little felt tent, what do you know?" Brother Reid sighed: "What you gave to the white lion is a volcano that may erupt at any time. What you want to take away, But there are thousands of laborers. The prisoners of Pratu are scattered among the tribes of Hurd, do the white lions have to exchange them for each tribe for you?"

   Winters' expression darkened: "What should I do then?"

   Brother Reid asked: "Why didn't the white lion reject you, or simply kill you? Once you die, the golden man will disappear from now on. It's gone forever."

  The wood in the hearth crackled.

   "Is there a turnaround?" Winters' pupils dilated.

"Two tons of gold is two tons of stones in the great wasteland. In Palatu, it is two tons of hard currency." Brother Reid sneered: "If you can bring materials worth two tons of gold, the white lion will be happy. Xing gives you the captives. Understand?"

   "Isn't Platu blocking the Hurds?" Winters frowned: "He wants me to smuggle?"

   Brother Reid did not answer, but changed the subject: "Remember I said that no matter the victory or defeat of this battle, it will not affect the absolute suppression of the Heard tribes by Prato?"

   Winters nodded slightly.

"At that time, I felt that although the nomads often used the nonsense of 'So-and-so is dissatisfied with 10,000, and 10,000 people are invincible'. But as long as they settle down in the country and stabilize their positions, they can definitely beat the nomads." Brother Reid smiled. Into a seam: "But now... the situation has changed."

   Winters waited for the old magician to say the most important sentence.

   The old friar smiled: "The Platoons are fighting themselves!"

When the    trio set off, the coup d'etat in the castles of the kings had just ended.

   Arpad, who returned to the Shuangqiao camp, immediately marched eastward and attacked the castles. As for who wins and who loses, they don't know.

   Winters listened to Plato's change with a blank expression, and seemed unmoved.

   "Father!" Ciel asked the old magician in dissatisfaction: "Why do you feel that you are not worried about the civil unrest in Palatu at all, but rather happy?"

   "Of course I'm not in a hurry. The soul is the guest of the body, the body is the guest of heaven and earth, and I am your guest." Brother Reid rubbed his palms and laughed: "Of course it's not too big of a deal to watch the fun."

  Ciel was speechless, wanting to refute but not knowing where to start.

   "Why the fight?" Winters asked.

Brother Reid twitched his beard and smiled: "This matter is also simple to say. It is like a marriage between a man and a woman with very different personalities. One is called the Noble Republic, and the other is called the Citizen Republic. During the wedding, both parties can still respect each other and raise their eyebrows together. More, it becomes more and more unbearable for each other. Then there are endless quarrels and even violence.

   It is the child named "Victory" who keeps the family alive. Now the child is dead, and both parties claim ownership of the family property. If we can't talk, just fight? "

   "Oh, is that so?" Charles asked in surprise.

"Of course not!" Brother Reid shuddered at Shire's forehead: "Why is politics so simple? History, grievances, deep contradictions, the character of the parties, every link will affect the direction of politics. Simplifying the struggle and reducing it to the metaphor of the separation of men and women is simply a big mistake!"

   "Just say it." Ciel covered his forehead: "Why are you hitting someone?"

  Bell grinned beside him, and received a shudder.

   "But there is also good news for the people of Paratus." Brother Reid sighed and said a little sadly: "The white lion... is a hero."

  Ciel and the little hunter were stunned.

  The white lion is a hero, what kind of good news is this?

   Winters raised his eyebrows slightly and pursed his lips.

  The old monk said with emotion: "If the white lion is a ruthless, kind-hearted and black-bellied hero, he will be far more difficult for the people of Paratus to deal with than now. It's a pity...he is a compassionate person."

   After saying this, the old monk looked at Winters lovingly.

   Winters looked back at the old monk calmly, and the two looked at each other wordlessly for a few seconds.

"Some people think that people with low moral standards are better able to make achievements." The old monk suddenly rubbed his palms and laughed, and there was a rare trace of sadness in his laughter: "I don't want to believe this is true. If someone can prove them wrong, then they should How good is it?"

  Although the fixation has been removed, Winters still limps. And the pain is unbearable after walking a few steps, and his left leg muscles need time.

  Ciel, Bell, and the old monk stayed at the camp until he was fully recovered.

  Ciel stayed with Winters most of the time.

  Bell and the little lion quickly got to know each other, and the two were almost inseparable.

   As for Brother Rhett?

   He sees the dragon and the dragon all day long, or chats with the white lion, or lectures on the scriptures with the great shaman, or eats and drinks in the camp.

  The old guy has a special ability to take good care of himself no matter where he is.

The   white lions respected him very much, and the people of Hurd also called him Dexuechan [Great Wise Man].

   There is also a real "little white lion", which has grown to the size of a calf and has a hairy mane.

   "Little Guy" doesn't even have a name yet—Bell remembered that Winters wouldn't let him have a name, so he still called him Little Guy.

  The little one remembers Winters, the smell of the man who urinated for him.

   But that night it took the initiative to get close to Winters, but was slapped, so he was sulking for several days.

  The people of the Chihe tribe regarded it as a myth and offered cattle and sheep to feed it. The little guy does not worry about eating and drinking, and the lazy character of the big cat prevails.

  It eats and sleeps all day long, sleeps and eats all day long, and has nothing to do to bask in the sun at the door of the felt tent.

   You must know that the three of Brother Reid crossed the no-man's land all the way, relying on the little guy to guard the carriage and drive away the wolves.

   At that time, the little guy caught rabbits, marmots and even antelopes by himself, and never asked anyone to feed it.

  Bell originally thought that he could take the opportunity to train the little guy to survive in the wild, but he never thought that after he came to the Chihe Department, he became even more tired.

   Winters also saw the great shaman.

   Perhaps the closer you get, the more the holiness and majesty will disintegrate.

After the    disenchantment, through the intricate decorations and hangings, Winters saw that the shaman leader of the Heard tribes was just an old man with vicissitudes.

  Eerlun acted as a translator, and the two had a simple conversation.

   "Good luck, Hestas." The Great Shaman greeted Winters kindly.

   "Have you seen Hestas?"

"I saw it, but I didn't see it." The great shaman's words seemed to point to something: "Since the first syllable sung by the chanting singer, it is the first time that someone outside the grassland has inherited the responsibility of communicating with all spirits. What about you? Can you see it?"

   "No, why did Hestas choose me?"

   "I don't know, our inheritance is a kind of inspiration. Just like the arrival of spring and the passing of autumn, it will happen naturally. Or conversely, it was not Hestas who chose you, but you helped Hestas.

  If you didn't show up at that moment, the spirit that the name Hestas carried would be lost. And you are the chosen one, and you are the one chosen by the spirit of all things. "

   Winters thought for a while and said, "Have that ceremony again, and I'll give you back the name of Hestas."

"Don't worry." The big shaman smiled and shook his head: "If you are really Hestas, you will know when that moment comes. Just as Hestas chooses you. If you are not, then you will Don't worry, there's no point in your ritual."

   The logic of the other party was rigorous, and Winters was silent for a long time.

   "Your Hehar is a rare animal spirit speaker." The great shaman suddenly asked, "I want to borrow him for a while, do you agree?"

   "Hehar?" Winters frowned: "Bell?"

   "Yes, that kid named [Bear]."

   "What do you want him to do?"

   "Don't do anything. He's your haha, and I won't take him away."

   "What do you mean by beast whisperer? Talk to a lion?"

"Of course not." The big shaman laughed: "Can the hunter talk to the mastiff? But the hunter can communicate with the mastiff and command the mastiff. The mastiff is willing to do many things for the hunter, not because they are afraid of the hunter, but Because they see hunters as family.

The same is true for the relationship between    spirit beasts and animal spirit speakers. It's not about using chains and whipping, but because the spirit beasts treat the beast-speaker as their relatives. Spiritual beasts like giant lions are difficult to get close to once they reach adulthood. But when the giant lion was very young, the child named Bear was inseparable from it. This kind of animal spirit speaker twinned with a giant lion is also very rare in the history of the tribes. At least there is only one recorded in the Singer's song. "

   Winters asked coldly: "You just want to bring the white lion to the white lion, right?"

   "Yes, and not only that. Let him stay here, and I will teach him and help him master the power of the Beast Whisperer. He is your Hehar, and I will not force him to keep him."

Winters thought for a moment, and solemnly said to the big shaman: "Bell is a free man, he can decide whether to go or stay. If he decides to go, I will take him away. If you exploit him, I will come to you again. ."

  The great shaman bowed his head in salute, and the two said goodbye.

  When Winters met with the great shaman, another banquet was being held in the banquet hall of the Great Council of Kings Castle.

   The banquet was to declare victory—the victory of the Second Republic.

   For the past two months, Winters has been living peacefully in the wasteland, but Plato has been staged one after another.

   First, the "April Coup", the blue blood faction and the king castle faction attacked each other in the city, and blood flowed in the streets.

   Then came the "Siege of May", where Arpad, with all the troops he could find, stormed the castles.

The    storm quickly turned into a siege, because the fortifications of the castles of the kings were too strong - otherwise how could she be called a "fortress".

  As the battle dragged on, Arpad's troops fled.

  In the end, even people like Arpad who refused to admit defeat had to admit that the siege of the castles of the kings had completely failed.

  Shield, after all, beat the hammer.

  Sekler defended the castles with the city guards and conscripted militia, and Arpad retreated to [Jiangbei Province] with the last troops loyal to him.

   Jiangbei Province is Arpad's hometown, and it is also the place where the old aristocratic forces took root.

   Now, the Second Republic of Palatu urgently needs to tell everyone that only they can represent this country.

   They declared victory through ceremonies and banquets, and completely beat the Arpad side as a traitor.

   A bitter literati commented: The Platonic people always live in poverty, so once they have it, they will go too far.

The style of the    Grand Council Ballroom is like this:

   Glittering white walls, vaulted ceilings, gold hammered doors and windows…

  Under the ceiling decorated with colorful paintings, intelligence activities are going on.

  In the interleaving, people exchange all kinds of information.

  The Platoons knew this, but didn't stop it, because they were part of it.

There are three main types of    attendees:

   The first category is the deputies of the Second Republic of Palatu.

The    Congressman is easy to tell - bright eyes, a smug face, talking excitedly with a glass in hand.

   They rule this place now, and they know it.

   Members of Congress all have a red rose pinned to their necks—a tit-for-tat stand against the "blue" rose. This is their statement to draw a line from the enemy.

   The second category is soldiers.

   Soldiers are mostly dressed in uniform and stand there in groups of three or five according to their affiliation, service or seniority. He glanced coldly around the house, as if searching for some hidden murderous intent.

The third category of    is diplomatic envoys.

  The envoys are representatives of various forces outside Palatu. They are dignified, with mechanical smiles at all times, and careful wording.

  The envoys traveled thousands of miles to the castles to confirm the victory and collect information. So they listen more and speak less.

  Everyone has their own place in this banquet, but there is only one figure that seems out of place.

   He wears the uniform of an officer, but he does not stay with his colleagues or talk to other people.

   Just sitting at the table, drinking glass after glass of stuffy wine.

  Turano - Veneta's top diplomatic representative in Palato - walked up to the man, his smile almost frozen on his face: "Lieutenant Colonel Moritz, what the **** are you doing?!"

"What are you doing? Drink." Moritz was still thin and handsome. He poured himself drinking, cup after cup: "Isn't it time to drink here? With the wine of the Palatine, I am remembering a A friend. Well, they're all gone."

   "I really don't understand why you were put in the spectator attache."

Moritz suddenly laughed: "General Serbia sent me to retrieve his son, but what? He couldn't even find the body. We are drinking with the Palatians here. Can that be the case?"

  [Note: Moritz only knew that Winters was Antonio's adopted son. Not only Moritz, most people think so]

  Turano sighed: "I know about those children, and I'm also very sad. Of course things won't be like this, it's just that you don't understand."

Sitting next to Moritz, he poured himself a glass: "Sackler hasn't won it all, and Arpad hasn't lost it all. The war between Red Rose and Blue Rose is not over yet, and we have to find a way to help Victoria Netta strives for the best interests."

   Lieutenant Colonel Moritz didn't speak, he tilted his neck and poured another glass of wine down his throat.

  The servant outside the door suddenly announced loudly: "The imperial envoy! Count Narzia is here!"

   All eyes are on the hall door.

  The gilded oak door slowly opened, and a handsome man walked into the banquet hall with an entourage.

  The host of the banquet, the Palatine members, greeted them one after another, and the envoys from all sides also stepped forward.

  Only the soldiers stood where they were, without moving a single step, watching Count Narzia greet everyone with a cold eye.

   After a while, the banquet hall returned to its previous appearance, with members, soldiers and envoys chatting in groups of three or five.

   Count Narzia, however, took a glass of wine and calmly came to Moritz, who was drunk and hazy.

   "Good evening, Count Van Nassau." Narzia greeted kindly: "Or I should call you, Major Nassau."

   Moritz snorted lightly and didn't look at the other party at all: "It's time for your files to be updated, you're already a lieutenant colonel."

   Count Narzia was not annoyed, but greeted him more cordially: "Good evening, Lieutenant Colonel Nassau."

   "What does the pseudo-emperor want you to do? Look at the fun?" Moritz sneered and asked, "It's fun to see the rebels kill each other, isn't it? In the Palatine Civil War, isn't the pseudo-emperor the happiest?"

"Why do you say that? You think of us too badly." Count Narzia shook the glass lightly and smiled playfully: "Your Majesty just sent me to protect his property. After all, he is also from Plato. One of the creditors."

   At the same time, on the north bank of Jinliu River, in a mountain col.

  Alpad stood on the cliff, and a thunderous roar spread across the field: "They said, I lost!"

   "They're coming over and taking everything from us!"

   "Their troops are camping five miles away!"

   "You said! Did I lose?"

   A roar that went straight to the sky erupted from the mountain pass: "No!"

   "Follow me!" Alpad buckled his helmet and rushed out of the col.

   Thousands of "freemen cavalry" followed.

   Today is a 6000-character chapter.

   There should be two more 4000-word chapters to end this volume…

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