Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 369

   Chapter 369 Golden Friendship

  Although Carlo Ed is old, his resolute personality has not changed in the slightest.

   agreed to visit the "white eagle", and left two reliable servants to help run errands and deliver letters, so he stopped worrying about it and took the initiative to bid farewell to Winters and Anna.

The black carriage decorated with silver trimmings drove out of the village, and Kaman, who had been playing the puppet, asked Winters coldly: "Lies, tricks and conspiracies... You brought me here to listen to these, do you want to confess and repent? Or is it just a waste of time? My time?"

   "Neither." Winters replied immediately, and he solemnly stated: "Please accompany me to receive guests because there is a friendship as precious as gold between us."

  Anna looked at the distant mountains in shame and pretended not to hear anything.

   "Your Excellency Montagne." Kaman put on a ceremonial smile: "You are not ashamed at all when you speak! As expected of you."

   Winters nodded in thanks, he was completely immune to attacks of this magnitude.

  Kaman snorted lightly, picked up the cup and took a sip of ice water.

   Next is Winters' round. He also picked up the cup and asked casually: "I'm also curious, if you don't like to listen, why don't you just make an excuse to get away?"

   "That's not because..." Halfway through his words, Kaman suddenly stopped. He glanced at Anna's back and swallowed what he was going to say later.

  The victorious Winters got out of the chair and stretched hard, followed by a series of muffled joints in the spine stiffened from sitting.

   Winters exhales comfortably. He looked at Anna, smiled and asked, "Is the sunrise beautiful?"

   "Beautiful." Anna replied softly.

   "Let's go, Mr. Kaman, let's enjoy it too." As he passed by Kaman, Winters patted the latter's shoulder: "Although I missed the sunrise, it's good to take a walk."

  Kaman remained motionless and continued to taste the ice water.

  The devout priest of Wolftown wasted a morning, even missed morning prayers, was sulking, and didn't want to pay any attention to Winters.

After    walked a distance, Winters whistled, and the two wolfhounds immediately ran towards him like arrows.

   Kaman was slightly startled when he saw the two wolf dogs circling beside Winter. He immediately got up, nodded to Anna, and hurriedly chased after him.

  Wangshan is a dead horse.

  The top of the mountain didn't look far, but Winters was still halfway up the mountain after walking for an hour.

  The human village in the middle of the valley is small enough to fit into a picture frame, but the top of the mountain has long since disappeared because of the curvature of the hillside.

  The mountain air was thin, and Winters felt a little tired, so he stopped going up. He found a flat grass nearby and sat down slowly.

The moment   's **** hit the ground, Winters couldn't help letting out a long, comfortable sigh. He patted his sore calf and greeted Kaman: "Don't go, take a break."

   "This is not going to work?" Kaman's cheeks flushed slightly, but his breathing was still steady.

   "Stop pretending, I don't believe you're not tired." Winters patted the open space beside him: "Sit down for a while, and we'll go back when we have enough."

  Kaman was noncommittal. He walked straight to Winters, but instead of sitting down, he stood on his knees and slowly adjusted his breathing rhythm.

  The two wolfhounds followed Winters all the way up the mountain, and they were exhausted at the moment. The two big dogs, with their wet tongues drooping, were panting beside Winters, motionless.

   The cold air of the last winter made people feel refreshed, and Winters leaned comfortably on the wolf dog, rubbing the skulls and chins of the two dogs in turn.

  Suddenly, Winters sighed.

After sighing, he jokingly said to Kaman: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I shouldn't have imagined that there are still some people in the world who live in the mountains from birth to death - every day I open my eyes and see everything. It's a mountain, and all I see is a mountain."

  Kaman asked coldly: "Why, have you never seen a mountain?"

"It doesn't matter if you've seen the mountain. [Seeing it with your own eyes] and [having heard about it] are different." Winters weighed his words and explained with a smile: "If I say this, you may be able to understand—from my From birth to adulthood, in every piece of land I live in, just walk for an hour and you can see the sea."

   "What about when you are an adult?"

   "After adulthood?" Winters laughed at himself: "Isn't it sent to Palatu after adulthood?"

  Kaman was touched by Winters' true feelings and couldn't help sighing.

   He sat beside Winters and narrated softly:

"It should be difficult for the Monta people to imagine a world where you can see the ocean after an hour's walk. I have seen some believers who have never left their parish in their lives. For them, the world is home, farmland, Markets and churches. Life is so poor that heaven needs to exist, and heaven must exist."

  Kaman's speech ended, and both fell silent.

After sitting for a while, Winters asked, "By the way, have you ever seen the sea?"

  Kaman was about to answer, but suddenly froze.

   After a while, Kaman said hesitantly: "I haven't seen..."

   But he immediately added: "But I know what the ocean looks like."

   Winters laughed dumbly: "You haven't seen the sea, but you know what the sea 'looks like'. How did you know that? The angel gave you a dream?"

   "Through books, paintings and other people's descriptions." Kaman defended himself: "I don't need to see the ocean with my own eyes to know what the ocean looks like."

"What did I just say? [seen with my own eyes] and [heard with my ears] are different." Winters patted Kaman's shoulder pitifully: "If there is a chance, I will show you the sea with your own eyes. But... Have you ever been on a sea boat when you came to Palatu? Didn't you first land in the Inner Sea before entering Palatu?"

   "I took the land route and led to Palatu via Monta." Kaman explained helplessly: "The land route is slower, but it is much safer than taking a boat, so if you can go by land, try not to take a boat."

   "Before you came to Palatu? You never saw the sea before."

   "I was handed over to the Holy See by my sister as soon as I could remember. I have lived in St. Michael's Monastery since I was a child. How can I see the ocean? The monastery only has stone walls, corridors, corridors, prayer rooms, libraries and altars of divine grace..."

   Without any warning, Kaman's voice stopped abruptly.

   Winters, who listened with interest, looked at Kaman inquiringly.

   Kaman, who knew his blunder, stood up abruptly, staring at Winters, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white due to the strength of the clenching.

   "I thought... we were friends." Kaman said through gritted teeth.

   Winters had already sensed Kaman's change. At this moment, Kaman in front of him was no longer a cold-hearted priest of Wolf Town, but a beast with a full clockwork and a desire to devour people.

  The neck manes of the two wolf dogs exploded, one left and one right in front of Winters, baring their teeth at Kaman.

But the wolf dog's tail is tightly clamped between its hind legs, and its chest is almost touching the ground, and they dare not bark at all - this is the attitude of the weak, and the spiritual wolf dog understands that the upright beast in front of them is more powerful than them. Danger.

   Winters' instinct is also a wild warning, and his intuition tells him that any subtle movement may cause Kaman to lose control.

   "We're friends." Winters said calmly, trying not to irritate Kaman as much as possible.

   "Friend? That's how you treat your friends? Deception? Trick? Conspiracy?" Kaman's chest was full of rage he had never seen before, and his eyes were burning with physical flames from his waist. At the moment he thought there was a real friendship with Winters, he suffered a vile "betrayal".

   Winters understood Kaman's thoughts: "You think... I'm lying to you."

  Kaman's body was tense, and he stared at Winters without saying a word.

   The oath of silence, he broke the oath of silence that could never be broken. Unspeakable hatred filled his heart, he hated himself for breaking his oath, and was even more furious because of Winters' "betrayal".

Winters stood up and looked directly at Kaman: "I do hope to learn about magic through you, but only if you volunteer to help. In the conversation just now, I did not use the purpose of obtaining information, nor did I use lure or deception. The trick. I was just chatting with you, and the question was just because I was curious, not about magic…”

   As he spoke, Winters found himself in a vicious circle: he never deliberately tricked Kaman into revealing the secret - Kaman didn't say anything important - but he couldn't prove it.

   Winters doesn't want to fight with Kaman, the battle between spell casters is like smashing eggs with sledgehammers, at least Winters won't have any fighting spells that don't cause injury or death.

  You have to cool down first, at least so that Kaman can listen to the explanation.

   So Winters sat back again and put on a defenseless posture: "I told you to come out and climb the mountain, in fact, for two things."

   Winters looked at the village below the valley, and simply did not have eye contact with Kaman - looking at him might also feel threatening.

   "The first thing is to thank you. I forced you to meet Carlo Ed, not unreasonably." Winters smiled bitterly and explained calmly:

"Carlo Ed is a partner in Navarre's firm, and I fear he will pass on Mrs. Navarre's attitude, which is not very friendly. But she has a sore spot - secrecy. Navarre Madam doesn't want more people to know about my relationship with Anna."

  Kaman says nothing—but nothing is a good sign for Winters.

Winters continued: "So I need a third party who can be absolutely trusted to be present. If there is an 'outsider' present, Madame Navarre's messenger will have scruples; if the 'outside' is still a priest, then Even Mrs. Navarre wouldn't be too aggressive. Just in case, I have a final solution - you will marry Anna and me on the spot. So you must be there so that I can have no trouble. Messenger to Madame Navarre."

"Of course, Mr. Ed's unexpected tolerance... These are all for later." Winters looked sideways at Kaman: "I can't say all of the above in front of Anna, let alone in the camp. . So I can only thank you when it's just you and me."

   Winters nods: "Thank you."

  The wind poured into the valley, brushed the coniferous forest on the hillside, and the rustling of the swaying branches echoed in the mountains.

  The wind also passed between Winters and Kaman, she stroked Kaman's cheek, messed up Winters' hair again, and left with a smile.

   "Second thing." Kaman's voice was hoarse.

   "The second thing is simpler." Winters stretched out his arm and let go, the peculiar bone whistle fell: "The way the [Beast Spirit Whisperer] in the Hed shaman drives the beast."

   "You want to tell me for free?" Kaman asked sarcastically: "Don't make a deal with me? Don't exchange secrets for secrets?"

   "The principle is actually very simple, it's just buried under the complicated rituals and rules of Hed shaman." Winters let the bone whistle spin around his fingertips: "As long as you ask, I'll tell you."

  Kaman gritted his teeth: "Ask?"

"Yes! You just need to ask. 'Mr. Montagne, how did the Beast Whisperer drive the beast?' Is it difficult to say that? Do you expect knowledge to come voluntarily if you don't go after knowledge?" Winters Resolute attitude: "If you don't ask, then I will never reveal a word. I will not force you to tell the secret of magic, I hope you can do it too."

  Kaman roared like thunder: "I don't care about pagan witchcraft!"

   Winters **** for tat: "That's your business!"

   The two of them seemed to give each other a hard blow, but in fact Kaman's attitude softened unknowingly.

   Another moment of silence.

   "According to..." Kaman said in a hoarse voice, "I should clear you immediately..."

   "Just a few gossip? Then I'm really wronged, because I didn't hear anything useful." Winters met Kaman's gaze: "Unfortunately, I can't testify for myself."

   "Under the Lord's watch, no one can hide." Kaman sneered: "Do you think unbelievers can escape judgment?"

"What do you mean..." Winters was ecstatic, and hugged Kaman: "Mind reading? Why didn't you say it earlier? There is such a type of magic? Then what are you waiting for? Let's start now!"

  Kaman was dumbfounded, as if he had been punched hard.

  [at dusk, camp]

  The sun is about to set, but the camp is still very lively.

  Pierre and Berrion are repainting the carriage borrowed from the Navarre trade house, and the others are preparing to enter the city tomorrow.

   As for Winters himself...he was lying tremblingly on a bench, waiting to be "slaughtered".

   To be honest, even in the face of thousands of troops charging into battle, he has never been so frightened at this moment.

  Anna came over with the lampstand, saw Winters moving his body uneasily, and reprimanded: "Don't move."

   "I don't want to disturb either." Winters pleaded with distress, "Honey, you'd better let me do it myself, I..."

"No." Anna sat beside Winters, spread out a roll of skin, and the four razors flickered coldly in the light: "How could you have me shaved clean by doing it yourself? Besides, I need to practice more. to shave better.”

   "I don't want to see you doing these trivial things. Let me do it myself, or let Ciel help, okay?"

   "How many times can I take care of your beard?" Anna brought the water basin and sighed softly.

Anna's fingertips stroked Winters' ears and cheeks, and she said sadly: "In fact, it's only a few times when I'm out. Mrs. Mitchell said that some men are not meant to be women. So I don't want to miss every single one. Seconds, every moment of memory."

   Winters immediately stopped talking.

  Ice cold soapy water runs across the jaw, followed by an even colder blade against the skin.

   Winters' forehead and back instantly burst into a layer of cold sweat. Not only did he not dare to move, he didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of being wiped on his neck accidentally...

   "When you and Father Kaman came back at noon." Anna had time to chat: "Why does he look so depressed?"

   Winters let out a faint humming as he stayed as still as possible.

  The blade scraped across the skin, making a rustling sound.

  Anna asked: "Why are you bullying others?"

   "I don't." Winters hummed. "Be attentive, please."

  Anna flicked Winters' forehead: "Don't move."

   shaved one side, Anna switched to the other side and continued to use the razor: "You trust Father Kaman so much, but why are you always arguing?"

   Winters pondered the question seriously, and he meant to say "because Kaman is a very tough guy, and he never misses an opportunity to be cynical about me".

   But the answer he finally gave was: sighs) Who made us friends?"

   [There is ambiguity in asking for leave until the end of this week... In fact, it is asking for leave until this weekend (end)]

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