Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 48

2021-12-19

Chapter 48 is like falling into an ice cave (foreshadowing recovery)
Awakened from a deep sleep and saw a human figure The creature crawled through the window into its bedroom.

The reason for using the term humanoid is because the things that climbed in were dark and strange, and only the limbs and heads could be vaguely distinguished in the moonlight.

This humanoid also noticed that the owner of the bedroom was awake, and turned to look over.

Looking into each other's eyes, Winters was instantly drowsy.

He immediately jumped out of bed to grab the Dussack machete hanging from the closet door.

The time left for him to think is only a fleeting moment. No matter whether it is a human or a monster, he will get the weapon first.

Winters pulled out his sword and rushed towards the humanoid creature. The opponent was forced to retreat to the corner of the wall.

Not a matchlock gun, but a short shotgun with a weird clasp, cripple mouth reed gun that assassins use on the docks.

Winters recognized the musket and stopped abruptly.

Just as the humanoid was about to pull the trigger, seeing that Winters stopped, he released his fingers and threatened in a low voice: "Don't move, don't make a sound, or you will be killed."

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As soon as he opened his mouth, the other party revealed his own information: not a monster, just a person, and a woman. Although the other party tried his best to keep his voice down, he still couldn't hide the female voice.

"Don't... don't shoot. There are guards downstairs, and you can't run away if you shoot." Winters pretended to lose one's head out of fear.

In fact, only Mammy Marita lives downstairs. Apart from the four family members in the whole house, this is the live-in maid that Kesha brought from her parents' house.

Mammy is in her fifties and basically has no battle strength, and Winters is just bluffing.

"When the guards come up, you're already dead." The woman in black tight clothes, with her face covered and only two eyes exposed, held the revolver with both hands, the muzzle momentarily. Not deviating from Winters' head: "Put the weapon down."

Winters found that the more critical the situation seemed, the clearer his thoughts became. The other party spoke for the second time, revealing more information.

The presence of the guards did not make her feel disobedient, which meant she knew the family's military background.

But she didn't know that there were no guards in Serbiati's house, which showed that her intelligence was not in-depth, and she might just know some content that could be obtained through public channels.

"Don't kill me, there's some money in the purse on the table, take it all you want." Winters obediently threw the Dussack on the ground.

He tried to be as soft and cooperative as possible, but he never stopped thinking about the counterattack in his head.

He tried desperately to recall the construction of firearms: firearms generally had a short delay from firing the rod to firing the gunpowder, and a short delay from firing the gunpowder to firing the projectile.

Look at the opponent's movements, dodge horizontally in advance, and avoid key parts. As long as the opponent shoots in the air, he will immediately subdue him with the advantage of strength.

But unless as a last resort Winters don't want to use this method, because it's too risky, it's better to find a way to divert the other party's attention first.

What can divert someone's attention?
Flying Arrows? The ten steel cones were all on the desk, beside the woman.

Is there any other way? Winters racked his brains to think.

"Don't you recognize who I am? Mr. Montagne." The black clothed woman spoke in a different tone, as if flirting. But she held the reed gun firmly in her hand.

Winters shook the head, realizing that he had already figured out his name.

The black clothed woman said bitterly: "Half a month ago you were a torch and my hair burned."

"It's you?" Winters lost his voice. He absolutely didn't expect the female thief that night to actually chase Hai Lan.

"It's me." The female thief said with a sneer.

Winters felt inexplicable: "You go to the military academy to steal things, I'm in charge of patrolling, and it's my duty to stop you. There's no personal grudge between us, right?"

"Who are you talking about? Stealing? I'm taking my family's property back from a thief!" The black clothed woman was obviously stinged by the word 'steal' and became a little emotional.

After she blurted out these words, she realized her gaffe, and feigned anger to cover up: "I haven't asked you to settle the account of your burning out my head."

"Then you set my hair on fire once?" Winters spread his hands: "And you wanted to kill me, but you didn't allow me to defend myself? You stabbed me in the arm, but it hasn't grown back until now."

"All of you Alliance soldiers deserve to die." The black clothed woman said bitterly. She found that she had been told too much by the other party, so she went straight to the point: "Give me back my things, I won't kill you, just clean it up."

"What." Winters thought. A cool, but still face doesn't change lie.

"Where's my dagger?"

"What kind of dagger?" It really sucks, Winters has given the dagger to Elizabeth, but he can't involve the younger sister now.

Elizabeth was sleeping soundly in the room a few meters away, who knows what this mad woman will do.

"Don't play stupid. I went back and searched carefully that night, but I couldn't find it. You must have picked it up."

"Ask me if you lost the dagger yourself. Want?" Winters noticed that the logic of the black clothed woman was somewhat contradictory, and when the black clothed woman fled that night, she threw the dagger moved towards Winters in order to delay the time.

If she valued that dagger so much, how could she use it as a throwing knife?
"Mr. Montagne, you don't seem to understand the situation. Now I'm not asking you for it, but you are going to hand over my things in exchange for your own life." The black clothed woman's tone became cold: "If If you don't cooperate, I don't mind killing you first and then looking for it myself. Hand over my dagger!"

After the last experience, Winters had no doubt that this black clothed woman could do without the He shot himself with slightest hesitation.

This woman doesn't seem to have any psychological barriers to taking a life, and in the encounter that night, every move was aimed at Winters.

But Winters' sanity is telling Winters: Even if you give everything back to the black clothed woman, the black clothed woman will still shoot you in the head and disappear.

The point is what a black clothed woman really wants. Is it a dagger? Obviously not. If she really cared about that dagger, she wouldn't throw it.

Ask for a dagger? Winters shone the head inwardly, and he muttered, "But I really didn't find the dagger...I just found something."

The bait was hung.

"What?" The black clothed woman's tone was cold.

The fish bit the hook.

"A small notebook." Winters had thoroughly read through the black clothed woman's mind—what she really wanted was that blank notebook.

The dagger is just a cover, and if Winters surrendered the dagger obediently, he wouldn't refuse to surrender the other thing. The black clothed woman can get back the notebook with just a casual sentence;
If Winters won't hand back the dagger, the black clothed woman won't reveal what she really wants.

Ignorance is not the greatest obstacle, arrogance is.

The black clothed woman looked down on Winters, she felt that it was easy to hide her true intentions in front of this immature youngster, and she would pay for it.

"Where? Show me." The black clothed woman's tone was still cold, but Winters had heard something different.

"In that bag on the table behind you," Winters said nonchalantly.

The black clothed woman hearing this immediately wanted to turn around to look for it, but suddenly stopped. She still held the reed gun steady at Winters in both hands, giving Winters no chance for a violent surprise attack.

She tilted her head and gestured to Winters: "Go and take it to me."

"Can't you just take it yourself?"

"Don't talk nonsense. "

Winters dilly-dally walked to the edge of the desk, so reluctantly, that the black clothed woman's gun never left him for a moment.

But in fact, the idea of black clothed women was in his favor, and Winters never expected to distract each other in this way.

Winters slid his right hand into the blood-stained satchel and reached for the notebook a few times, but didn't take it out.

The black clothed woman froze after seeing Winters put her hands in the cloth bag, and urged, "Look for it."

"Is this what you want? ' Winters asked the black clothed woman with a laugh, pulling a notebook from her satchel.

Winters' smile looked crazy under the firelight, accompanied by a burnt smell and smoke of burning leather, the blank notebook that the black clothed woman would risk to get, was roaring.

When Winters got the notebook, he immediately unreservedly unleashed his magic, igniting it with a fire spell.

The black clothed woman opened her eyes wide and let out a shrill scream.

It's now!

Winters pounced on the black clothed woman with a cat's waist like an arrow from a string.

The black clothed woman's attention was already not in Winters, and the trigger was not pulled until his hand was on the barrel.

A loud gunshot resounded throughout the house, and a bullet hole was added to the wooden ceiling.

Winters, who was close behind, pushed the barrel of the reed gun up and knocked over the black clothed woman. Using his weight to put his weight on the black clothed woman, he restrained her.

But the black clothed woman at this time has lost her previous fierceness and cruelty. She is like a helpless little girl, struggling, crying, and shouting: "Fire... put out the fire... ..."

Winters had no time to notice the change in the black clothed woman's mood. He still had a vivid picture of how the other party violently murdered, and Winters didn't dare to be careless, and carefully searched out all the weapons that the female assassin was carrying.

After searching behind her, Winters pulled off the sheets and tied the female assassin firmly.

The black clothed woman uttered a piercing cry, and even Winters could hear her despair and resentment. She murmured like a madman: "I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you..."

Antonio, who was awakened by the gunshots, hurried to Winters with his saber. In the bedroom, I pushed open the door and saw that my nephew was riding on a dark thing with a sheet and didn't know what he was doing. There was still a fire on the ground, and he hurriedly stepped on the fire with his feet.

After putting out the fire, he realized that the dark thing on the ground turned out to be a person.

"What happened?" Antonio was unusually calm.

Winters, brow beaded with sweat, panted, "A thief, this is a thief, and a killer, from the federal province to the home."

The female relatives also all Awoken, Elizabeth stared wide-eyed watching the big brother carry a black clothed person onto the bed, and Kesha took a while to light a candle.

When Winters' room was lit up, Kesha saw the figure of the black clothed person clearly, and she exclaimed: "This is a woman!"

"Female thief, Female thief, female assassin," Winters replied.

The tied up female assassin suddenly screamed: "I'm going to kill you!"

Both Kosa and Elizabeth were terrified by the terrifying curse.

"Save it!" Winters picked up the pillowcase and stuffed the female assassin's mouth tightly.

This time the black clothed woman can only make the sound of wu wu. She struggled desperately, but her hands were tied behind her back, her legs were tied, and she just fluttered back and forth in vain.

Antonio quickly cleared his head and calmly took over the command: "Elizabeth, accompany your mother back to the bedroom. Don't worry, there is a thief in the house."

After arranging the female family, Antonio pointed to the black clothed woman and said to Winters: "Let's take this female thief to the basement first, don't stay on the second floor to disturb your aunt and younger sister."

Mammy Marita, who lived on the first floor, was also woken up, seeing Antonio and Winters carrying a black clothed person who was desperately resisting and walking downstairs, and kept exclaiming: "Oh my God, my God. , what's the matter..."

"Mother Marita, please hold the lamp for us and go to the basement." Antonio interrupted Mammy.

The frightened Mammy Marita walked in front with the oil lamp in her hand, and kept murmuring: "Oh my God, my God."

The black clothed female thief was carried in In the basement storage room, Winters briefly explained to Antonio what had happened.

The two men discussed it for a while, and both agreed that although there are still many doubts about the whole thing, it is best to hand this woman over to the sheriff first.

Send her to jail first, then slowly interrogate her.

A few days after returning to Hailan, Winters didn't know anyone, so Antonio rode to find the sheriff, and Winters stayed at home to guard the black clothed female thief.

The black clothed woman was no longer struggling, but anger was burning in her eyes as she stared at Winters.

If the eye dive ability is substantial enough, Winters now has thousands of holes.

"Who is this person?" Elizabeth, who couldn't bear her curiosity, secretly ran to the basement. This girl was so daring, she tiptoed over Winters' shoulders and looked at the black clothed woman secretly.

"Go out." Winters pushed Elizabeth out of the storage room: "It's just a thief... What's so cool, isn't it for you to accompany Kesha?"

"You Does my aunt still use me to accompany her? She's more or less the same as me." Elizabeth pouted in dissatisfaction: "I'm not here to bring you something."

Elizabeth took the black clothed woman's reed gun Handed it to Winters. In fact, she didn't come to deliver anything, she just ran to the basement from mother's side to find an excuse to watch the fun.

"Okay, I got it, go back to the second floor." Winters said helplessly.

"And this." Elizabeth handed Winters a small folio with a burnt outer cover. "It's almost gone."

It was the woman Small notebooks that thieves want. The layers of paper are hard to burn through. Although Winters used the fire technique with all his strength, he still had half of the book left after burning for a long time.

Winters shook the head with a wry smile: "I really can't figure out what this woman wants this blank notebook for."

He flipped open the half-burned notebook, Winters was surprised to see blue writing in place that had been blank.

The words of Lieutenant Colonel Field echoed in his mind: some people can't see the way to write information, this method is called steganography...steganography is a riddle...the common method is nothing but fire and water ...

It turned out to be so!
The contents of this notebook are written in invisible ink, which is only revealed after being baked by a flame.

Winters turned to the first page of the notebook, and on the yellowed paper was written this passage:

"To my dear Mary
You are the flame that warms my skin.
You are the clear water that satisfies my longing
You are my light

You are my everything

When you leave, there is no more in my life Meaning
——AL.DL”

This is a sad love poem, it seems that a man is weeping for the loss of his lover.

But at this moment, Winters, who saw this poem, was like falling into an ice cave.

It was midsummer, but he actually felt his limbs go cold, and the air he exhaled from his lungs seemed to have frozen into ice.

Not even when the dagger was just a finger from his neck, not when he was grabbed by the oarsman in his thigh in the cabin, not when a musket was pointed to his forehead, Winters had never been so frightened.

both of his hands trembled and turned another two pages.

This page is a simple blueprint titled:

"Fourth Improved Spell Innate Talent Test Set"

Scroll down A few pages:

"Sound Spell Essence Analysis"

Winters reaches out and grabs Elizabeth, who now feels dizzy and has to hold Elizabeth to keep her from falling.

No mistakes.

AL.DL is an acronym for Antoine-Laurent de Lavoisier.

And Marie de Lavoisier was the wife of General Antoine-Laurent.

The L letter he saw at the end of the notebook before, represented Lavoisier, Lavoisier.

This small notebook is the lost Antoine Laurent research notes.

And he burned it with his own hands.

“Fuck!” Winters blurted out.

I'm so sorry everyone, I'm so ashamed, thank you for reading this. Although I think the main line has already begun, it should actually be from the beginning of this chapter that the main line in the introduction will appear, that is, "a mass-produced magic warfare tool man learned the essence of magic". I often examine what I have written in front of me, and every time I can feel an air of immaturity that makes people want to bury their heads in the sand. If I were to write it again, I would probably make the content of this chapter appear before Chapter 5 (covering my face). Thanks to all the book friends who read this. Don't worry about this research note, there are still half of the book left 2333
Thanks to the book friend 20170726153222839 for the recommendation ticket, thanks to the book friend 20181013204343295 for the recommendation ticket, and thanks to the book friend Social Justice Pharaoh for the recommendation ticket. Thanks to the book friend Social Justice Pharaoh for the reward.



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