Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 392

   Chapter 392 Storm (5)

  The old foreman Covilian and Roger the Whitehead hid in the pine forest on the lakeshore, watching the fire in the city getting more and more dazzling.

  Although the baron has instructed the two to guard the sled dog and the ice car, as long as their minds are not broken, they can figure it out: what dog? what car? Could it be that the Baron is still planning to go back to the hotel to take a nap?

   The fact is that the Baron couldn't tell the difference between the two and made up a reason to keep Covillian and Roger stable.

  The lake was dead silent, there was no one on the shore, and there was no better chance to escape than now.

  The white-headed Roger wanted to escape several times, but every time he saw his uncle's hunched back and slightly trembling fingers, he couldn't help himself.

   Hesitating and hesitating, time passed by minute by minute.

  The sled dog suddenly barked wildly, jumped out of the lake embankment, and galloped towards the hiding place of the uncle and nephew.

   is the baron's attendant. Judging from the appearance of the attendant, it should have just gone through a hard battle: the breastplate was beaten down, and the lead was still embedded in the pit. The originally clean burqa was stained with blood and mud, and the edges of the burqa were burnt to black.

   Seeing that the foreman and the thin white-haired man did not run away, Ciel was also a little surprised. He stopped at the edge of the woodland and greeted the white-headed Roger: "Come with me!"

  Covilian hurried forward and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

   "One or two sentences can't explain clearly, just follow me." Charles thought for a while: "Bring the dog with you, it might be useful."

"Uncle, don't worry about it, I'll go with him." Roger was stunned, walked out of the woods quite as a bachelor, and said, "But you have to find a warm place for my uncle, this is where people stay. The place? It's freezing to death!"

   "It's easy to do. Old man, do you know where the Schmidt's house is? Go then." Charles raised his hand and pointed at the white-headed Roger: "But you have to come with me honestly, and don't think about it."

   "Okay, how to get there?"

   "Can you ride a horse?"

"Won't."

  Ciel grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Then you have to be wronged."

   After a while, Roger the Whitehead was tied to the horse's **** in a very humiliating position like a sack of flour.

  Ciel whistled, and the sled dogs became restless.

   "Stop messing around, I'm not responsible for falling to your death." Xia Er was about to wave his whip, suddenly thought of another important matter, and said with a smile, "Remember to change your name to Captain Berne when you get there, but don't reveal the stuff."

   Having said that, he walked away, the sled dogs following behind.

  Covilian watched the two leave, gave a silent salute, and walked wearily towards Schmid's house.

After   Ciel picked up Roger the Whitehead, Winters immediately let Roger the Whitehead lead the way to the place where he came across the green-eyed and black-faced man.

  Roger cooperated and brought Winters and others to the intersection of Manner Street and Omer Street.

   "It's here?" Winters asked.

  Roger nodded and pointed to the side of the road: "Just there, I saw Blackface sending that blond boy into the carriage."

  Winters looked around and saw nothing special, just an ordinary street scene:

  It is a stone road that can accommodate two horse-drawn carriages in parallel, and it can resist the fence and courtyard wall of the road. There are few shops and workshops in Beicheng District, so most of the roads are residential.

   In addition to Winters' subordinates, more than 20 militiamen from the northern city were brought over in confusion.

   At this moment, they were standing behind Winters in groups of threes and fives, whispering to each other while waiting for orders for unknown reasons.

   Winters thought for a moment, then turned to look at the militia: "Who was the ten commander? Sergeant?"

   The militiamen looked at each other, and two older men stood up.

   Winters saw this, and ordered another militiaman with a mature and reliable face: "You are also the captain of the ten."

Immediately, Winters pulled out his lance from his carrying gear, walked straight to the middle of the intersection, and gave a murderous order: "The thugs who robbed Esther House fled into the nearby houses, and from this intersection, give me a house call. Search from door to door! I'd rather catch it by mistake, don't let it go! Do it boldly! I will take care of everything."

The    militiamen didn't know if there were really thugs, but Captain Berne took the responsibility and placed them on a safe moral high ground, and their doubts were temporarily put aside.

  More than 20 militiamen were divided into three teams by Winters. Each team was led by a subordinate of Winters and a "ten commander" and went to search separately.

   As long as the performers of a task think that they do not need to take responsibility, they will be less worried and more vicious.

   Dogs barked, screamed, slammed on the door, scolded, and lanterns appeared one after another in the dark. The residential area that had been sleepless all night because of the riots was instantly riotous.

   "Open the door! Open the door!"

   "You... who are you?"

   "Didn't hear the alarm bell? A mob ran into the North City! Under the order of Captain Bern, search the mob!"

   "Captain Berne? Huh? Wait! What are you doing?! Go upstairs darling! Take the kids back upstairs! You—there's no thugs in my house!"

   "How do you know you didn't get in if you don't search? I'd rather catch it by mistake than let it go. Search it for me!"

   "What are you doing?! I'm with you..."

   "Hey! Wait! Don't hit people! I know this guy—Mr. Rudolph!"

   "Detrich? Is that you? What about you?"

   "Well, I also heard wearing military boots. Don't be afraid, it's not a robbery, these gentlemen are free men with civil rights, not robbers. We really came to find thugs."

   "Then... ah, then you don't scare the children, and don't smash or break things..."

   "Ok, don't worry. By the way, aren't you also a free man? Mr. Rudolph?"

   "Huh? What?"

   "Then why don't you put on your clothes quickly? Find the gun! Follow us to search for the thugs! You don't know yet? All the free people have been recruited tonight! Captain Berne said, who dares not to go, military law!"

   Soon, another house was outside.

   "Open the door! Quickly open the door?"

   "Who is it? Mr. Rudolph? This is it?"

   "Alas, on the orders of Captain Bern, search the thugs."

   "But... where are the thugs from my family?"

   "Captain's order, oh, I have no choice but to do what I was told. Casimir, put on your clothes quickly, find your sword, and follow us to search for the thugs."

   Surrounded by deep darkness, only Winters, Kaman and Roger the Whitehead were left at the crossroads.

  Kaman's eyes were cold and he said nothing. Since leaving the hotel, Kaman seems to be in a state of broken pot, and his shot is more decisive and ruthless than Winters.

   Winters closed his eyes, holding his saber, recuperating.

   Anyone who walks by will leave traces. The Assassin of the Oathbreaker [can run the monk, but not the monastery]. Therefore, he didn't catch the survivors, and Winters didn't bother, because what he wanted was to destroy the nest of the imperial insects in one fell swoop.

  According to Winters' arrangement, each search team will be issued with two reed-wheel pistols. If there is any abnormality, they will immediately fire the gun and summon the police. If no problems are found, the adult males of the people being searched will be recruited, and the search will continue.

   As a result, the more houses are searched, the larger the search team will be. As the residents of the neighborhood were drawn into search teams, the resistance to the search became less and less.

   A needle falls to the ground, how to find it the fastest?

   The correct answer is very simple, start from the corner of the room and look for it inch by inch.

   Foxes disguise their nests as trees and hide in the forest.

   Winters was neither familiar with the forest, nor had any friends in the forest, so he decided to use a simple and crude method—cutting down the trees.

   starts from the place where the fox was last seen, until the entire northern city is turned over.

While   Ciel and others were swinging their axes, Winters was waiting quietly.

   But a voice suddenly broke the silence.

   "My lord." White-headed Roger stood in front of Wintersmar: "I have something I want to ask you."

   Winters opened his eyes.

  Roger shifted his center of gravity between his legs uneasily. His hand was tightly pressed to his side, but his thumb was digging the nail of his **** unconsciously: "You have changed so many identities. Who are you...?"

   "Why ask?" Winters thought the white-headed boy in front of him was very interesting: "If you know the answer, you will probably be silenced."

  Roger smiled relievedly, all the tension and anxiety disappeared in an instant, he smacked his lips, and said in a self-sacrificing manner: "Anyway, I will be silenced."

   Winters was noncommittal.

   "I shouldn't be able to enter the kingdom of heaven, but at least before I go to purgatory, I want to know who you are?"

   Winters didn't answer, he hadn't figured out what to do with Roger the Whitehead.

   "Then... that's fine." Roger said to himself, "Can I ask you one more thing?"

   Winters raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That old fellow of Covillian doesn't know anything, really, I swear, any oath will do. I sold your whereabouts to others, you have to shut your mouth and kill me alone. I can Put your head on the chopping block for you to chop, or I will jump into the ice lake myself, without getting your hands dirty."

   Winters gave a "hmm" and asked, "That's all you need?"

Roger is now unscrupulous and completely let go, and his words have become more and more: "One more small thing... Please tell Covilion and let him give all my money to Luna, he knows that I hide it. Place. Oh, it's definitely not enough to donate magic to Luna once, but there's no way, if it's not enough, let him add..."

  Meanwhile, Charles and a team of militiamen are searching a single-family house.

  The owner of the house is an old couple, and the male owner is a doctor, who seems to be a little famous. After the militia entered the door, they greeted the male host politely and restrained their actions.

  The old doctor was also very considerate of the difficulties of the militiamen, and generously expressed that he would allow the search.

   As a result, the militiamen felt even more guilty.

   But the charr is not a steelcaster. Winters sent his own guards to lead the team, just to prevent the local militia from favoritism.

   Therefore, Ciel showed no mercy at all, holding the lantern, and walked towards the entrance door without looking sideways.

   In the yard were two wagons without horses.

   "One is for outpatient visits." The old doctor explained: "The other is for daily use."

  Ciel walked to the side of the carriage, put down the stirrups, and went straight under the carriage.

   Soon, he got out again, and patted the dust off his body calmly under the puzzled eyes of others - not the spring suspension.

  The old couple's house has two floors above ground and one basement floor, and nothing strange was found.

   But Ciel always felt a little weird. Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he carefully surveyed his surroundings.

   "If Brother Montagne stood here." Charles thought to himself: "What would he pay attention to?"

   Soon, Ciel understood why he felt strange.

  The yard is too empty.

The    field of view is too good.

  The courtyard wall is also a bit too high.

   The space between the house and the courtyard wall is a small "killing field".

  Ciel went straight to the old doctor who was chatting with the militiamen: "Only the two of you live here?"

  The old doctor was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

   "No servants?" Charles pointed to the carriage in the yard: "Who drives the carriage for you? Where's the horse?"

   "There are no live-in servants in my house." The old doctor replied eloquently: "The horse was taken away by the coachman. My wife doesn't like the smell of horse manure. The coachman lives in her own house."

   The other party's answer was reasonable, but Charles was not so easily fooled. He shouted: "Bring the dog in."

   Another militiaman followed the order and walked into the yard with two sled dogs. As soon as they entered the courtyard, the sled dogs barked nonstop.

  The old doctor didn't change his face, but there was a trace of tension on the old woman's face—Charle captured this keenly.

  The sled dogs that Kovilian brought were very good at pulling ice carts, but when it came to finding things, they were far inferior to the two bloodhound wolves trained by Shaman Hed.

  But the wolfhound was taken away by the other two teams, and Shire only had the sled dog who made up the number.

   But well... being stupid also has its advantages.

  Sled dogs are not as spiritual as wolves - they only bark when they smell certain scents. The inflexible sled dog will bark in excitement when it smells anything.

   People who have no ghosts in their hearts will only feel noisy when they hear it. If someone with a ghost in their heart hears it, it is a desperate bark.

  Charle immediately took the chain, led the sled dog to the side of the carriage, and deliberately let the two sled dogs sniff the wheels.

   The sled dog barked hoarsely.

  Ciel shouted, pulled out the revolver, and gave the old couple a gloomy look, but did not speak to the old couple, and led the sled dog to the door: "Come with me!"

   The other militiamen did not know why, so they followed Ciel into the house obediently. The old couple's cheeks twitched slightly, and they hurriedly chased after them.

  The first floor, second floor and attic have been checked and there is no secret room and nothing special. The only possible place to do things is the underground storage room, so Ciel led the dog and walked directly to the basement without saying a word.

The old couple behind    suddenly became excited and started to chase people away. They accused the militias of lack of etiquette and asked for a written order from the Colonel Bern or the captain, insisting that the medicines stored in the basement should not be contaminated with cat and dog feces and urine.

  Ciel didn't bother to entangle with the old couple, so he directly ordered the militia to control the old couple.

  The old couple who started to utter foul language were locked in the living room. Charles took the militia down the ladder and carefully checked the basement a second time.

  The barking of dogs echoed in the slightly empty underground storage room, and the wooden wall behind Ciel collapsed to the ground.

   The long, slender blade like a viper stabbed out with a slight trembling.

   At the crossroads, Winters, who was watching the chattering Whitehead Roger, heard a gunshot.

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