Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 49

2021-12-19

Chapter 49 Madman
The sheriff who hurried to the Serbian House of Ti finds himself running in vain a trip.

It turned out to be just a misunderstanding. The young man from the Servetian family smuggled a woman home tonight, only to be caught by the rest of the family and mistaken for a thief.

Although she was tossed for a while, the heavy gold coin of the major general's wife still dispelled all the grievances of the sheriff. The worried-faced major general's wife also earnestly asked the sheriff not to spread the small incident tonight. go out.

The sheriff understands Mrs. Serbia's concerns. She hangs out with unruly women outside before she gets married, and even brings women outside her home. The decent people in the city will not be willing to take her home.

Daughter married to this youngster.

"What an ignorant smelly brat." The sheriff thought: "To make such a beautiful lady sad."

The sheriff who was inspired to protect Holding his chest, swearing by his father's and grandfather's tomb, going back to sleep and forgetting tonight's events thoroughly, there will never be any wind.

While Kesha was helping Antonio lie outside the door, Winters "invited" the black clothed woman back to the guest room on the second floor again—by carrying it, of course.

Winters put the black clothed woman on the bed, fearing she would be uncomfortable and finding her a pillow.

The black clothed woman didn't make a sound or struggle, just stared at Winters with chills in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry just now." Winters discussed with the black clothed woman, "I'll take the contents out of your mouth, but please don't make a sound."

The black clothed woman does not respond.

"I don't object when you agree."

Just now Winters didn't show any mercy, and when the black clothed woman shouted "I'm going to kill you", Winters said nothing. He picked up the pillow cover and stuffed her mouth.

Winters used brute force to shove it in, along with the black cloth that the black clothed woman used to cover her face.

So when taking out the stuff in the mouth, the black cloth that the black clothed woman used to cover her face was also taken off. This was the first time Winters had the opportunity to take a serious look at the face in front of him.

He originally thought that this female thief should be between 30 and 40 years old, because she was too decisive and fierce, and obviously had rich experience and practical experience.

But when the black cloth was removed, Winters realized that she was much younger than she thought. She was in her early twenties and at worst.

Beautiful features and thin lips, Winters had a hard time imagining just now such a petite lady holding a loaded reed gun pointed at herself.

The black clothed woman with her mouth freed didn't shout, just moved her already rigid jaw slowly.

"You have misunderstood until now, and you and I are not enemies." Winters' attitude was very sincere.

"Hmph, you're tying me like this now, such words are not convincing." The black clothed woman replied coldly.

"If I untie you, won't you and I die immediately?" Winters dragged a chair and sat by the bed. "We should be able to talk first, Miss Lavoisier."

The name obviously touched a sensitive nerve in the black clothed woman. She was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, with red eyes and gnashing teeth saying: "I'm not Lavoisier, don't call me that!"

When the black clothed woman calmed down a bit, Winters asked, "Then what would you like me to call you?"

She stopped talking for a while.

"So what do you think of the name Salomelan?"

The black clothed woman stared wide-eyed, but her pupils shrank suddenly, apparently surprised by Winters' words . She sneered: "You don't have to test me in this way, it's not Salomelan, it's Salomea."

Anyone who knows a little about Army history knows that Lavoisier is Antoine Law. General Lang's surname, but only a very small number of people would know that Salomia was the middle name of the general's wife.

And Winters knows this because, as an admirer of Antoine Laurent, he once had the idea of writing a biography of Antoine Laurent.

Antoine Laurent's death was so wrong and his contribution was so great that anyone who knows this history would want to feel sorry for him.

That's the case with Winters, who wanted to write a biography of the general and testify for the general.

So during his years at the military school, he read all the public and confidential files about Antoine Laurent that he could get in the archives.

The performance of the woman in front of her basically confirmed Winters' speculation. Even if she is not a descendant of Antoine Laurent, it is at least inextricably linked with Antoine Laurent.

So there is an explanation for her unforgettable hatred for the Union Army.

Because Antoine Laurent was sentenced to death by the Union Army Tribunal—to be precise, the Interprovincial Republic Army Military Tribunal.

The so-called death of Antoine Laurent is a euphemism for being pushed to the guillotine.

Sixteen years ago, ten years after the end of the Sovereign War. The Radicals of the Inter-Provincial Republic came to power, and they took control of the military and political power in the Inter-Provincial Republic.

The radicals, shouting "non-absolute loyalty is absolute disloyalty," launched a brutal purge within the Piedmont.

Antoine Laurent, accused of treason, was guillotined after a secret trial over Army secrets, and his research manuscript was lost.

Field Marshal Ned -Smith said sadly and indignantly: "A head like Antoine Laurent can't grow in a hundred years, and it was cut off like this."

However, the then Marshal Ned was also powerfulless to defend himself, and was almost sent to the guillotine.

"You said this notebook is your family's property, how do you prove it?" Winters took out the half-burned notebook to the black clothed woman and put it on the bed.

"Why should I prove it to you?"

"Because this is a valuable notebook, I hope you can prove that you are not a thief."

Winters If I remember correctly, this black clothed woman especially hates the word thief.

As expected, the black clothed woman was instantly furious: "Who are you calling a thief? You soldiers are the thieves who stole my father from my mother! And stole his from my father. Research! Even his life was stolen in the end!"

"Don't get excited, since you used the words 'father' and 'mother', you are missing General Antoine Laurent daughter?"

The black clothed woman snorted dismissively.

"I am not your enemy. If you can prove your identity, I am willing to hand over this note to you." Winters said seriously: "And this dagger."

With that said, Winters took out the black clothed woman's dagger and put it on the bed.

It took a lot of effort for him to get the dagger back out of Elizabeth's hands.

"Then should I also thank you for your generosity? Generously burn my father's notes before returning them to me?" the black clothed woman sneered.

Winters said embarrassedly: "Actually, there are still half of the book left."

"Then come closer, I will prove my identity to you." The black clothed woman said suddenly and calmly .

Winters got up and approached the bed, but noticed the slightly excited look in the black clothed woman's eyes. She was surprised and hurried back.

But it was too late, the black clothed woman jumped up from the bed and rushed towards him.

After all, Winters is still an educated gentleman, and it is impossible to check the sensitive parts of women repeatedly. There are several small Silver Coins with edged edges hidden on the black clothed woman, which he did not find.

The black clothed woman appeared to talk to Winters just now, but she actually took out a sharp tool in secret and cut open the sheets that bound her hands behind her back, waiting for Winters to relax her vigilance.

The black clothed woman grabbed the dagger beside her and stabbed it in her left rib. She seemed to calm down, but in fact she didn't get out of the hysterical mood at all, she just pretended.

If she wanted to get away, she just had to wait until a moment of solitude, but now she was thinking about revenge.

But Winters isn't the Winters it was on patrol that night. A first-time combatant will be stiff from nervousness and fear, but a veteran will be able to deal with it calmly and calmly. The black clothed woman failed to kill Winters that night, and of course it was impossible this time.

The pillow that was used to block the mouth of the black clothed woman was still in Winters' hands, and Winters directly used his left hand to put the pillow towel to grab the opponent's hand. He was about to punch the opponent's face fiercely with his right hand, but he stopped and turned into a two-handed weapon.

It is a very dangerous act to grab the opponent's blade and blade in a fight, and it is a way to get out in a hurry. Even if you just want to grab the opponent's wrist, there is a good chance that you will grab the blade.

The dagger didn't have a cauldron, and Winters didn't grab the wrist, he grabbed the palm. Fortunately, there was a pillow towel, otherwise the place where it came into contact with the dagger blade would see blood immediately.

The black clothed woman refused to let go, turning her wrist to cut Winters' arm. Winters was also a little pissed off, and used his wrestling technique to directly knock the opponent down.

The essence of one-on-one fighting is ultimately a fight between two people. The black clothed woman may be an assassin who is very difficult to deal with, but no matter how ruthless she is, she is just a strength and weight far inferior to Winters. A woman, even her melee fighting skills are not as good as Winters, and she was instantly suppressed to the ground by Winters.

"Calm down!" Winters pressed the black clothed woman's arm with one hand and the black clothed woman's shoulder with the other.

"You guys in the Alliance deserve to die." The black clothed woman struggled desperately.

"What does your father's injustice have to do with me?"

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"The rest is valuable too!"

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The black clothed woman sneered and said, "Do you think I'm doing it for what I wrote in my notes? What magic, a sorcerer, is worthless to me."

Winters is completely free After speaking, he found that there was no way to reason with the lady: "Then why did you rob this notebook?"

"In order to get my family's property back."

"Then I'll return this notebook to you?"

"You've burned it!"

"Don't you care what's in it?"

"Then you can't burn it!"

"How can you be satisfied?"

"I want it back to the way it was."

"But the original has been burned."

"I killed you!"

"Are you crazy?" Whether the black clothed woman is crazy or not, Winters She was already going crazy: "You! Here! Me! Cold! Quiet! One! A little!"

Winters stopped talking nonsense and tied her up again, this time more than ever Once harder, tighter, and tied.

He pushed open the door and found Elizabeth lying on the door eavesdropping.

Writing in two directions...a black clothed woman is not so crazy, and a black clothed woman is more crazy, and finally I chose this kind of crazy. This chapter is not well written, I still like to write The war, so I also felt uncomfortable writing these chapters, so I quickly finished and sent my classmate Yue Dong to the war.

Thanks to Yan Yunsan for the recommendation ticket, and thanks to the book friend 20181013204343295 for the recommendation ticket. Bow thank you.

(end of this chapter)