Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 351

   Chapter 351 Hunting (6)

  The new hunting suit has narrow sleeves and a short jacket with a silver bottom and red border. The workmanship and materials are very fine, but Winters is a little ill-fitting.

   Probably because the tailors expect the wearer to eat well, sleep well, and grow meat, so the hunting suits are made a little looser.

   Yet for quite some time Winters neither ate nor slept well. So compared to when he just returned from the wasteland, he lost a lot of weight.

   "Hmm." Anna looked at Winters in confusion, standing beside her, standing far away, and even circled Winters several times.

   Finally, Anna came to a conclusion and asked with a small smile, "Why do I think you're a little more 'handsome' than when we first met?"

  Winters didn't take it seriously, because in Ocean Blue, his reference was his peers dressed as butterflies; while in Palato, the men around him were mostly slovenly rough men.

   "Only a little bit?" Winters stretched the corner of his clothes and joked, "What about Lieutenant Colonel Moritz?"

  Anna carefully smoothed out the folds on Winters' shoulders, and said half in relief, half in resignation: "He's not as heroic as you!"

"…thanks."

  Anna returned to the inner room, and after a while, she came out excitedly holding a "half-folded wooden board".

   Glancing at the plank in Anna's arms, Winters realized what Madam Navarre wanted to do.

   Winters took four or five steps backwards, knocking over several objects in a row, showing resistance all over his body.

   He begged bitterly: "Wait! Next time, how about next time? At least tell me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

  Anna rarely looked unhappy: "Next time? You've been a model for me once, or in sea blue! Was the shadow that the model left on you that deep?"

She dragged Winters back to the center of the felt tent: "Don't show that kind of eyes! Don't look at me directly, turn your head a little! Put your right hand in your arms, don't move around. It's too dark, can the skylight be opened? "

   In order to allow Anna to record inspiration anytime and anywhere, Winters made a set of drawing tools that are easy to carry by hand, following the structure of an atlas.

  Although it still failed to solve the problem of paint, Anna loved it very much.

  Traveling all the way, recording all the way, Winters's mailbox has been filled with Anna's drawings: the starry sky, the lonely wilderness, the antelope leaping high, the profile of the soldier staring at the bonfire...

   The people involved - including Anna herself - don't realize they're making history.

  When Anna faced the rising sun and concentrated on sketching the ups and downs of the earth, Anna Navarre became the first painter ever recorded to enter the wasteland to collect scenery and leave her works.

  The outside of the felt tent suddenly became very lively, and people were shouting and laughing.

   "I'll go and see what's going on!" Winters seized the opportunity, strode out of the tent, and asked loudly, "Who's making a noise?"

   is a little lion.

   found that Winters had specially taken a bath and changed into new hunting clothes. The little lion smiled and looked playful: "Oh? You all know?"

   "Know what?" Winters frowned subconsciously.

   Before waiting for the little lion to explain, Vashka dragged a person and squeezed it in front of Winters.

   "Centurion!" Wasika's joy was beyond words, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Look! Who's back!"

   When he saw the face of the person who was wearing Vasikala, Winters was also very surprised: "Bell?!"

   "Yes!" Bell grinned, but there were tears in his eyes: "It's me!"

   "Why are you crying?" Winters hugged the little hunter and rubbed the latter's hair vigorously: "You are so tall, I almost didn't recognize you! Where is the little guy?"

  After the Battle of the Great Wasteland, Brother Rhett, Bell and Ciel planned to collect the body for Winters and finally reunite with the still alive Winters.

   When Winters returned to Palatu, Bell chose to stay in the wasteland and continued to learn how to become a [Spiritual Whisperer] with the Great Shaman.

   Compared to when they parted, Bell was at least an inch taller at the moment. Not only is he close to Winters in height, but his physique is also visibly strong.

  Although he hasn't completely lost his childishness, he is no longer a "little hunter", but enough to be called a "hunter".

"The little guy is in the camp in the north. I don't dare to bring him here, for fear of scaring the horse." Bell wiped his tears and smiled as he announced the good news: "You will definitely be scared! The little guy is already a big guy! Stand up Taller than a horse..."

  Because Winters did not allow Bell to name the lion cub, the lion cub has always been simply called "little guy".

   As time went on, the lion cub remembered the name "Little Guy", which made people laugh and cry.

  The other mission members who were loading their vehicles at the rear of the camp heard the sound and arrived one after another.

  Pierre saw Bell and rushed over to give a bear hug. The two laughed and cried.

  The warriors who have experienced the battle of the Great Wasteland also came forward to embrace Bell - Bell was Winters' messenger, and none of Winters' old men did not know the little hunter.

   The comrades who lived and died together were reunited after a long absence, and everyone had thousands of words to say in their hearts. In the end, they just held each other's hands tightly and silently patted each other's shoulders.

  Old Sergey, who considers himself hard-hearted, scolded and walked to no one, secretly rubbing his eye sockets.

   "Don't delay your reminiscing." The little lion looked numb. As an outsider, he couldn't stay for a moment. He wanted to leave after a few words: "Montagne, I'll talk to you later in the evening."

   "Wait." Winters stopped the little lion: "What are you going to talk about?"

   "What else could it be? Of course it's tomorrow's hunting!" The little lion looked up and down Winters' hunting outfit and asked in surprise, "You don't know? Then you changed your outfit on purpose? Did you cleanse your body in advance?"

   There were many people in the camp, and Winters motioned for Pierre to take care of Bell and took the little lion into the tent.

   "I don't know what you're talking about, and you don't know what I know. There's a misunderstanding." Winters said bluntly: "So you'd better pretend I don't know anything and explain it completely."

"It seems that you really don't know." The little lion restrained his smile, and his expression gradually became serious: "I want to invite you to participate in the 'shooting' tomorrow, and my brother agreed. Judging by your attire, I thought he had told it in advance. you."

   Winters noticed the change in the little lion's mood: "I am an outsider, can I also participate in the hunting of the Chihe Department?"

"Generally speaking, hunting without outsiders." The little lion pretended to be relaxed: "But who made this time the 'hunting of the Chihe Department'? You are a distinguished guest of the Chihe Department, my brother nodded, and the others did not say 'No' 'Qualifications."

   "That's the situation." Winters called his subordinates to one place and briefly explained: "The Chihe Department invited me to stay and watch the ceremony."

  The temporary venue was silent, and everyone was somewhat surprised.

   "Watching the ceremony?" Wasika asked incredulously, "That means... we can also enter that hunting ring?"

   "Stop talking nonsense!" Old Sergey was afraid that the blood wolf wouldn't come to the stage, so he hurriedly told his son to shut up, and added: "The barbarian wants to invite the champion of Parato to watch the ceremony! It's not us, how could we also go hunting?"

   Actually, when the little lion came to invite Winters, the Iron Peak County Mission was packing up and preparing to go home.

  Winters came to the Chihe Department in anticipation of hard negotiations, but the most important goal of the trip (the exchange of prisoners) was successfully accomplished in an unexpected way.

  The remaining two secondary goals: trade routes and iron ore, White Lion assigned two arrow officers to be responsible.

  The archers of the Chihe Department are very active in the trade route, but have little interest in the possible existence of iron ore. They only promised to provide Winters with ore samples and declined Winters' help in "field exploration".

   Now that the purpose has been achieved, Winters is not going to stay long - he can't wait to dig for gold.

  When looking for gold a few days ago, Winters almost turned over the bottom of the valley. There are many dreams in the night, who knows if there will be new soil where the Hed people will happen to find the gold? The sooner you dig it out, the safer it will be.

   So as soon as he returned to the camp from Qingqiu, Winters told his subordinates to "rest well tonight and leave tomorrow".

  Some of the quick-handed members of the mission had to reload the things they had just unloaded from the carriage. When the little lion came, they were busy loading the carriage.

   "What do you mean?" Pierre asked calmly.

   Winters looked in the direction of Qingqiu.

   As the sky darkened, the hunters guarding the felt wall lit torches. Winters couldn't see the scene inside the hunting pen, but the whining of the beast became clearer.

   "I don't want to participate," Winters replied.

  The crowd couldn't hide their disappointment. It is a pity not to be able to participate in such a grand hunt, and everyone feels a little regretful.

"But if you leave here, maybe you will regret it in the future, and regret missing the opportunity to witness a major moment." At a certain moment, Winters' eyes were a little dim: "Fr. Reid said, 'There are some wonderful sights, don't watch them. It's gone'. Then stay and see, it's okay to see."

   Few of the people present really understood what Winters was talking about, and most of them heard it in a fog.

   But everyone understood another thing, Vashka asked tentatively: "You mean...you want to stay to watch the ceremony?"

   "Yes." Winters nodded slightly.

   "Then that...then we..." Wasika stammered: "We can too?"

   After hearing this, many members of the mission suddenly turned from sculptures to living people, and their breathing accelerated involuntarily.

   "Also."

   Although the old Sergey was still holding the other strings, he couldn't care about teaching his son at this moment: "Really? Can we really participate?"

Winters smiled free and easy: "Maybe we won't have the chance to see such a large-scale hunting in the future. If you want to play, then go play. I will discuss with the little lion and let you do as he pleases. The subordinates enter."

  The crowd cheered.

   "You can only use bows? Let's not use muskets!" Washka, who was smiling, shouted: "What if I don't know how to use bows and arrows?"

   "When the gunshots rang, didn't the deer and sheep run away?"

   "Are you stupid? Can you run out of the hunting ring?"

   At the same time, someone came to the interest and began to tell the story of "Blood Wolf Killing Bear" that had been passed down a few times.

  Old Sergey scolded after hearing a few words: "You **** talk nonsense!"

   "Why do you say I'm talking nonsense?" The storyteller was not convinced.

   "I was there when the tribune of Montagne was hunting bears! How come I don't remember you!" Old Sergey said triumphantly: "Let me tell you, it was like this at the time..."

   Amid the noisy memories, longings, laughter and scolding, Winters quietly left the temporary venue.

  Pierre chased him out of the temporary venue and walked with Winters silently for a while, and suddenly said, "You don't have to blame yourself."

   Winters stopped and turned to look at Pierre.

   Pierre said in a deep voice: "It is not your responsibility to destroy the Chihe Department; it is not your responsibility to grow the Chihe Department."

   "I don't blame myself, Pierre." Winters smiled, touched Pierre's arm, and turned to look in Qingqiu's direction: "Of course I don't feel guilty for other people's mistakes."

"Brother Rhett said on his deathbed, [If you don't think about the whole board, you won't even be able to occupy a corner of the board]." Winters' expression was grim: "I'm just thinking, Pierre. You said—we Are you feeding the lion with meat?"

   The night was dark, and Qingqiu was completely submerged in the darkness, only the light of the light was looming.

   "No, Your Excellency. I believe—it's not that we are feeding the lions with meat." Pierre's eyes were sharp and his voice firm, his smile was cruel and confident: "It is the lions who are feeding us meat!"

   [still not finished, sorry]

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