Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 47

2021-02-12

Chapter 47 Incidents
After returning from Qianmin Street, Lieutenant Colonel Field's apartment in Moritz The first meeting of all officers of the Military Police Department of the Army Headquarters was held.

Number of Participants: Three;
Moderator: Lieutenant Colonel Field;
Clerk: Warrant Officer Montagne.

[Because Major Moritz's hearing has not been restored, what I said to Major Moritz in the previous chapter and this chapter are all written down by Winters and shown to Major Moritz, so I won't repeat them. ]
"Senior, there are only three of us, the major can't hear anything, so don't be so serious, right?" Winters said, didn't know whether to cry or laugh, as he buried himself in the minutes of the meeting. Changed the name to Senior. After going to Qianmin Street once, he became a little closer to the two regular officers of the Gendarmerie.

"This is the first general meeting of officers in the military police department, of course it has to be formal." Field said with a smile: "If you want to hold a general meeting of all officers, you need at least three officers. Before, there were only me and Mo in the military police department. There are two Ritz, so this meeting has never been possible. Now adding you, there are exactly three... Hey, don't put these words in the meeting minutes."

Winters shua shua started to tick off The text just recorded: "Do warrant officers also count? I'm not an official officer yet."

"The Regulations do not stipulate that warrant officers are not counted, so don't be so rigid. Apprenticeships are just a process. "

"I take the liberty to ask, haven't you been a trainee officer before me?"

"Haha, no."

With a thin cover Moritz, who was curled up in the recliner, snored at an untimely time. Although the major temporarily lost his hearing and could only perceive some vague sounds through bone conduction, his sleep quality was better because of this.

Felder smashed his hat in Moritz's face in dissatisfaction.

The major woke up, wiped his saliva, sat up, and asked at a loss: "Is the meeting over?"

"[The Saint in the portrait can cover his ears] swear words]...don't record the swear words in the meeting minutes!"

"Okay." Winters shua shua off the words he just wrote.

After some sorting out, the first all officers' meeting of the Military Police Department of the Army Headquarters finally started in a united, tense, serious and lively atmosphere.

Aside from being an addiction to the lieutenant colonel, this meeting was about one thing: saving the careers of the two officers. To prevent them from being kicked from the current cold bench to a colder bench one day in the future - such as the war history office.

In the Cenas Alliance, the military systematically made it almost impossible to expel an officer from the military. So officers who make mistakes are usually kicked down a few ranks and then kicked to the bench. This indirectly caused the war histories of the republic armies to read sour.

Don't worry about Winters, he's just a trainee officer now, and even if the case is overturned in the future, he won't be involved. But Field and Moritz were two alumni who treated him well, so he wanted to contribute to the careers of both Seniors.

The lieutenant colonel ordered Moritz and Winters to stop forming small groups and to report to him completely and without concealment everything they had seen and heard at the dock that day.

It's actually all Moritz's fault for this incident. The major and Winters said they would discuss it secretly, and Winters kept his mouth shut and waited for the major to come to him. As a result, after leaving the customs prison, two bottles of spirits were eaten, and Moritz forgot about it.

So it is only now that Field has learned from two key eyewitnesses what happened on the dock that day.

"You mean there might be a sorcerer in the deceased?"

"I'm not sure, but I think that person must have used a deflection technique."

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"It would be interesting if the sorcerer died." Lieutenant Colonel Field's expression also became solemn: "There are about 100 sorcerers in the Marine Blue Army, and whoever is missing will find out if they are missing. I'm going to check... assassin in the dockers too?"

"Yes."

"No masks?"

"No."

“Do you remember what it looks like?”

But the faces of those assassins pretending to be dockers are so ordinary, so ordinary that they don’t have any features at all, Winters describes. After a long time, I couldn't make it clear, and finally Winters said helplessly: "If I had put those assassins in front of me, I could recognize them, but I really couldn't understand them just by language."

" There are familiar faces among the porters, so they should remember something. Well, there are a few people at the pier who are in control, and they can’t be porters if they have the strength. Whoever introduces them, who guarantees them, a Check it out."

Winters suddenly remembered the swift sword he grabbed: "I grabbed an Assassin's sword, and the sword fell into the water when Assassin blew up the dock. Now, do you want someone to fish it?"

"You're going to hire some good sailors to fish it tomorrow." Field's right hand tapped the wine glass unconsciously, and he frowned After thinking about it for a while, he said, "You can try, but I guess it should be swept away by the tide."

"And the gun, one of assassin's gun was kicked into the water by me. assassin It's a weird gun that can fire without a matchlock. And it's short enough to be used one-handed."

"Cripple didn't say it? Someone charged a couple of reed guns at a premium." Fieldas it should be said by rights.

Winters Daqi: "What is a reed gun? I heard it for the first time."

"Never heard of it. The reed gun is a new invention in the north. A gun, using a mechanism instead of a matchlock to ignite. It’s been a few days since it reached Hailan, and it’s still a rare thing, and I don’t have it either.” Lieutenant Colonel Field tried to draw a schematic diagram on the table with his fingers dipped in wine, but failed: “ If you have the real thing, you can understand it at a glance.”

After researching for a long time, two investigation directions were finally determined, one was to investigate the recent disappearance and death of the marine blue army sorcerer; Start with the dockers and investigate those assassins disguised as porters.

There are two other clues that Field doesn't have much hope for: the sword and gun that Assassin fell into the sea; and the brother-in-law who may have helped Assassin deal with the carriage.

Although there has not been any real progress, at least it is no longer as clueless as before, which is gratifying.

Major Moritz's sick leave was cancelled by Field. The lieutenant colonel's original words were: "If you continue to leave, you will choke on your own vomit sooner or later. Go back to the headquarters on duty."

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Carrying ten steel cones given by the major, plus a target plate, Winters returned home excitedly to start practicing the flying arrow technique.

According to Major Moritz, when the target plate is hung ten steps away, on the premise of ensuring the formidable power, when can you use ten arrows to hit the Silver Coin more than eight times, and then put the Push the target plate five steps away, gradually increasing the distance.

But he remembered that he was going to visit Benwei's house again, so he put away the training equipment again. Taking the flour and meat that Mother Marita had bought as gifts, they rode straight to Ben Venuto's house.

While still in early school, Winters would often go to Benway's for "dock dinners". Dock rice, as the name suggests, is the food that the dock workers eat, heavy oil and salt—and then sugar began to be heavy again when sugar became cheap. Most people are not used to eating, but the workers have the strength to work when they eat this kind of food.

Winters especially likes this kind of food with heavy oil, salt and sugar, but Kesha generally doesn't make this kind of food, and Winters is not allowed to eat more. Therefore, Winters secretly went to Benwei's house to satisfy their cravings, and Benwei's mother never mind setting an extra plate for Winters.

The Benvenuto family lived not far from the docks, but compared to the bustling docks, the Dockers' neighborhood was not as pretty. The whole piece of low wooden houses is connected together, and the dirt road paved with cinders is muddy whenever it rains.

Benway's family of twenty-two—if Winters had been in the Commonwealth for a few years and his family hadn't grown any more—lived in two tiny houses next to each other. The two originally independent houses have broken through the walls, and the children have grown up. The small courtyard behind the original house has been converted into a shed, and an attic has been added on the roof of the bungalow.

Benwei's elders are all Waen people, who fled to Hailan to escape the war more than 30 years ago. Vine people generally have a strong sense of family, they like to get together when they are prosperous, but they hold tighter when they are unlucky.

It's hard to say it's because of some kind of strong brotherhood, but it's a lesson learned from hard times that a family must stick together if they want to survive.

So Benway's family is not only his parents and brother sisters, but also his cousin sisters. Although a large family lives in two houses, although it is very crowded, it also has a different kind of warmth.

But Winters, who happily rode to Benwei's house, was surprised to find that Benwei's house was empty now, and there was no one in the bustling house.

"Moved?" Winters was dumbfounded. He thought, "No, Ben Weiming said he didn't move."

The doors of both houses were locked. , looking in through the gap in the door panel, it's dark inside, and you can't see anything.

Winters knocked on Benway's neighbor's door, and an old fogey opened a crack, staring warily at Winters.

“Old Mister, where are the people next door?”

Old fogey looked at Winters’ saber and at Winters’ boots, and said in a hoarse voice: “ I don't know anything, so don't ask me."

At this time, Winters only changed back to his military boots, not his uniform, and was still wearing the clothes he wore to Qianmin Street. He thought to himself: is it possible that this Old Master treats me as a bad guy?
old fogey was about to close the door when he finished speaking, and Winters hurriedly stretched out his foot and jammed the door, explaining, "I'm a friend of Ben Venuto."

"Friend? What do you think of me as an old man?" Stupid?" old fogey said sarcastically, "How could Benway have friends like you in military boots."

A stick poked through the crack of the door, Winters took a step back, old fogey Take advantage of the office to close the door. No matter how much Winters knocked, it wouldn't open again.

The atmosphere on the street also began to change, something Winters was keenly aware of. There was not a single pedestrian on the dirt road between the two rows of houses. The hostess closed the doors and windows one after another and drove the little child who was playing on the street back home.

Winters could feel wary eyes staring at him from behind the wooden window.

He knocked on another neighbor's door, and the knock echoed in the hallway of the house. No one opened the door, but Winters was sure someone was at the door.

He asked softly towards the crack of the door: "I was a classmate at the Benvenuto Army Junior School. Could you please tell me what happened to his house? I will do my best to help him."

Still no answer.

"Then please help me deliver these things to Benwei." Winters put the meat and flour he brought at the door of his neighbor's house and stepped on the forcible spin to go home.

"Something must have happened to Benwei's house, or maybe he is hiding from who." Winters thought to himself: "Looking at the attitude of these neighbors, there should be no problem with Benwei, then the old man said 'you' , 'wearing military boots'? Could it be that a soldier is looking for trouble for Benwei? Maybe you can ask the cripple in the sneaker street to check it?"

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Endured the phantom limb pain and picked up the steel cone for practice from the ground. Winters tested himself and came to the conclusion: With this weight of steel cone, he can only use twelve flying arrows with spare no effort. It is very difficult to deal with the formidable power of the steel cone fired after that.

With all his strength and without regard for formidable power, he can use twenty-nine arrows. Attempting to continue, the phantom limb pain is so intense that Winters cannot enter the spellcasting state.

This is probably the limit state that Major Moritz said.

However, since Winters discovered the fire at the Victory Arsenal, his speed-up spell seems to have improved a bit. He had no hard evidence, just a vague feeling.

is it possible that using spell beyond its limits can more effectively improve one's spell ability?
This question may have to be answered by asking a few other sorcerers who were as unconscious as Winters that day.

And Winters thinks that if you practice on your own, this level is already the limit. His phantom limb pain wasn't strong enough to knock him unconscious, but it kept him from continuing to cast spells.

Winters recalled the day of the fire in the arsenal. It was difficult to maintain the spellcasting state if he was not concentrating, but he had reached his limit that day, and the phantom limb pain was so strong that it could be called torture. , but still in the casting state.

He not only conjectured: "Can a large number of sorcerers use spell at the same time to cause some uncontrollable effect like a chorus?"

He thought about it for a while, and if he wanted to confirm this conjecture, he would need to Gather a large number of sorcerers to recreate the day of the arsenal fire. The opportunity to use so many sorcerers may come by with luck, but not by searching for it. You can tell your uncle about this idea, but even Antonio has to apply to the Council of Thirteen to use so many sorcerer.

And if this conjecture is true, it is of great significance to the sorcerer. The more valuable the news, the more cautious it should be. If you find that there might be a gold mine somewhere, it's best to check it out quietly before deciding what to do next.

So Winters instinctively wanted to keep it a secret first, so he decided not to share this idea with anyone until he gathered more information.

It was late at night and Winters had set up the practice room in the basement. Because he found that he was shooting targets in the bedroom, the whole family could not live in peace. Practicing magic in the yard is weird again. So in the end, I had to "hide" to the basement to practice the flying arrow technique.

Back in the bedroom, Winters drank a bitter drink of the herbs Major Moritz had given him.

The major is right, this herb does have a sleeping effect. After drinking it for a while, Winters felt warm all over, and although there was still a vague phantom limb pain, the eyelids were already fighting.

He lay down on the bed, ready to rest.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, there was a series of goosebumps outside the door. Winters reluctantly got out of bed and opened the door. The Great General and the Little General squatted by the door.

Cats are obsessive-compulsive creatures, and many of their actions in life have no purpose, just to do something for the sake of doing something.

If the cat wants to enter a room, it will keep scratching the door panel until someone opens it for him.

But after the owner opens the door for the cat, it may lose interest.

The Great General, who was still making a noise just now, saw Winters open the door and swaggered away. The little general was bleating and jumping happily onto Winters' bed.

Winters was speechless, closed the door again, and lay back again.

Little General was lying on the edge of his pillow, curled up in a small ball, as if planning to sleep here.

No one knew when he fell asleep. Under the effect of medicine efficacy, Winters quickly lost consciousness.

Dreamland Winters appears to be floating in a dark sea with a dark sky overhead. He can't swim, but in this sea he can't drown, he can't sink.

He just floated, and floated, as if he could float until the end of time.

Until someone took a sledgehammer fiercely and slammed him in the chest.

The pain was so painful that Winters couldn't help groaned.

The man who hit him with the sledgehammer said something:

"Meow!"

Winters was awake, but his eyelids couldn't open. open.

In fact, he has more experience in this situation, and he is sure that the little general must have jumped on him from the top of the closet again.

The little general crouching on Winters' chest let out a low roar, a second "meow."

This is the sound the little general makes before the fight with the wild cat.

Winters opened his eyes, ready to get up and get the little general out of the bedroom.

He saw a humanoid creature crawling through the window into his bedroom.

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(end of this chapter)