Iron Powder and Spellcasters: Chapter 371 throwing stones for directions

  Chapter 371

   [early morning]

  [Steel Castle, NA District, Rose Lakeside]

When   Washka led the servants of [Bolso da Esther] to see Winters, Baron Granasi and his personal priest were doing morning exercises by the lake.

  The so-called morning exercise is that the priest throws stones at the lake in a gloomy manner, and the baron keeps trying to shoot small stones in the air to break the stones.

  The days of traveling in the Monta Republic are a rare leisure time for Winters.

  Not only does he no longer have to wait, he also has a lot of time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, visit the people, draw maps and experience the food from all over the world.

   He even picked up the spellcaster practice that had been delayed for a while, and even had the energy to develop some new tricks.

  …

  If nothing else, Winters should have had such a happy day when he graduated from the Army Academy two years ago.

  Because each officer student needs to return to his home country for a year of training in the fourth semester of entering the Luyuan Academy.

   At this time, the previous Veneta apprentice officers must seek farther and farther, and take the initiative to apply to return to China by land.

  The young officers and students will be dressed in fresh clothes and rage horses, cross their shoulders, visit the famous cities, monuments and battlefields along the coast of the Inland Sea, and go home all the way to have fun and noisily.

   This ceremony is known as the "Victory Parade" within the Veneta officer corps. It means that the officers and students endured for nine years in the military academy, and finally got through it.

   is also jokingly known as the "Loss of Virginity Tour" because the vast majority of Veneta officers lost their virginity on a night in the Victory Parade...

   Every year in the Victory Parade, the trainee officers have to smash a bunch of baskets. But Veneta's military executives have always acquiesced. As long as no human life is caused, nothing will happen, and they often help wipe their butts.

  Unfortunately, when it was Winters' turn to "parade", the Veneta midshipmen were on their way home for the first time ever. He and his classmates not only did not enjoy the joy of wanton indulgence, but were also stopped by pirates halfway.

  This trip from Palatu to Steel Castle inadvertently made up for the regrets of two years ago.

  …

  Thinking of this, Winters sighed in his heart.

  The pebbles on the shore are of different sizes and shapes. They are not good materials for casting the arrows, and it is difficult to control the flight trajectory.

   Winters' attention was slightly distracted, and the shot of the stone went to an unknown direction immediately.

  Kaman didn't notice anything unusual, and continued to throw goose egg-sized stones towards the lake. Looking at the way he gritted his teeth, it seemed that the lake was not ice, but Winters' face...

  Although Mr. Father is not burly and has a gentle temperament, his arms, waist and abdomen are very strong, and the way of exerting force is also very smooth.

   He raised his arms and twisted his waist, seemingly flutteringly shot, and the stone fell in a graceful arc on the ice in the distance.

   Winters visually estimated that the distance between Kaman and the landing point of the stone was at least thirty-five meters. He picked up a stone and weighed it, feeling that he should not be able to throw Kaman as far.

   "Why! I have to come!" Kaman grumbled while throwing stones at the ice: "Play with stones with you!"

  Winters shot the stone unhurriedly: "If I ask others to help, won't my identity be exposed?"

   "I won't reveal it when I come?"

   "You are the priest, I am the caster, and we can keep each other's secrets." Winters said in a relaxed tone: "And you know my cards well."

   "Stop talking nonsense!" Kaman was aroused, and the strength of throwing stones increased sharply by three points: "Your little follower, Pierre, and your other men, can't they do it?"

"Who told them not to be there? Charles and Heinrich are protecting Berrian, and Pierre is on standby outside the city." Winters spread his hands innocently: "Among the rest, I trust you the most. I practice Spells, you vent your emotions, everyone benefits, it's a win-win."

   "You've practiced spells, and you're annoying me again." Kaman retorted: "Win-win? Do you mean you win twice?"

   "You're finally beginning to have a sense of humor, Pastor Kaman." Winters said with a smile, "What a congratulations."

  Suddenly, the wolf dog standing beside the two raised his head alertly and growled towards Winters behind.

   Winters turned around and saw Vashka leading a man over.

   "Quiet." Winters simply ordered, and the two wolfhounds immediately sat down obediently.

  Washka brought [Bolso da Esther]'s servant to Winters, and the footman in livery bowed respectfully to greet him, and then presented an invitation with both hands.

  The bronzing pattern decoration invitation contains a short paragraph of elegant flower characters:

  [Dear sir and madam, if you don't have a better pastime in your heart, and you don't worry about being bored with me for an evening, please be sure to come to the house tonight, you will be welcome]

   The signature is "Borso of Este", and there is a watermark in the style of "Eagle with wings" on the paper.

   Winters nodded, and Wasika was about to leave with the footman. The footman's movements were a bit slow.

   "[Old language] Wait." Winters stopped the two of them, handed the attendant three gold coins, and said a series of old words.

   Kaman, who was standing beside him, was stunned for a moment. After a brief struggle, he still reluctantly translated: "The baron thanks His Excellency Esther for his invitation and will definitely be there."

   The messenger thanked him repeatedly and followed Vashka contentedly.

   Waiting for the two to walk away, Winters took out the invitation card again and checked it carefully inside and out.

   "Where did you get the invitation?" Kaman asked.

   "Mr. Ed's gift." Winters swiped the text of the invitation: "It should be seen that many copies are issued uniformly, and there will be many guests attending the party."

  Kaman nodded.

   Winters sniffed the paper of the invitation card lightly, and said with a smile, "It's been incense, the White Eagle's house is really a luxury."

   said, he tried to remove the gold foil from the cover of the invitation, but failed.

   "Three gold coins for running errands." Kaman mocked unceremoniously: "Now you know it hurts?"

   Winters put away the invitation and said helplessly: "Vasya gave one number, and I gave another number. Vasya is a dumb boy. If it was Pierre, he would have done it without being hinted at."

"Don't you think you're hypocritical, Mr. Montagne?" Carman pointed to the buildings by the lake: "You got so much gold and stayed in the best hotel in Steel Castle, so it's necessary to pretend to be distressed for three gold coins? "

   "It's a status need to live here." Winters was unmoved: "And I don't feel bad about money, I just feel sorry for waste."

  Kaman was noncommittal.

"All the gold bars melted by the golden sacrificial people belong to the public. You know, you are still a witness when the collective vote is held." Winters was a little unconvinced: "Even if I really feel bad... I stayed in a hotel and didn't go to the public account, It's all my own money, why can't I feel bad?"

   "Where will you get the money if you don't follow the public account?"

   "Salary!" Winters has a clear conscience: "I haven't received my salary for more than a year! Can't I make it back?"

  Kaman and Winters looked at each other for a while, their attitude softened, and half-truths praised: "You really have a clear distinction between public and private, Your Excellency Montagne."

   Winters is very aggrieved: "Public and private? I haven't counted Anna's salary yet!"

  Kaman was completely silent. After a while, he surrendered: "Mr. Morozov is not suitable, can you just call Pierre back?"

"Then who will take the people who stay outside the city? I only have a few good helpers, so I have to put them in the most suitable position." Winters put his hand around Kaman's shoulder and said affectionately: "That's why I want you to help me with my training, dear Father, and I am very grateful for your willingness to serve as an interpreter."

  Kaman knocked off Winters' arm in disgust: "Why do you have to speak the old language? Is it fun to pretend to be a noble?"

  Winters replied confidently: "It's boring to pretend to be a noble, but when I speak Common language, doesn't my accent show?"

   "Huh." Kaman sneered: "You think your old language is very standard, right?

   Winters touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "I also have an accent in my old language?"

  Kaman didn't answer, just kept sneering.

   "No matter what, they just don't understand."

   "Oh?" Kaman asked back: "Then why are you acting as a nobleman and I am acting as your personal priest and translator, not the other way around?!"

   "Good idea!" Winters sincerely promised: "Next time you come to play the bishop, I will play your housekeeper and servant, so you are satisfied."

   "And next time?!" Kaman was anxious.

   "I mean." Winters hurriedly reassured: "If there is a next time."

  Kaman stared at Winters, his shoulders flipped, and the stone in his hand was broken into two pieces.

"[You shall not steal, you shall not deceive, and you shall not lie to one another]. [Those who tell lies, you shall perish. Those who love blood and deceit are hated by the Lord]." Kaman solemnly warned: Monsieur Tagnee, if you lie, you will go to purgatory."

   "Purgatory?" Winters was a little strange: "I thought you were going to say hell..."

  Kaman took a deep breath and smashed both stones out.

   Winters stopped at this point, no longer joking, and the two silently "shooting".

   After a while, Kaman said sullenly: "The family of the imperial aristocracy is registered by a special person, and you can find out by checking. You can only make up a surname at random, so you can only hide it for a while, so it's better not to be too high-profile."

"OK."

  Kaman threw a few more stones in silence.

   "...What's up with the Beast Spirit Whisperer?"

   Winters didn't tease Kaman like he usually did. He didn't stop the movement of his hands, and said lightly: "I'll tell you now."

   [Too short, this is not a chapter, it is an apology letter... (covering face) (Orz)]

   [That is, this chapter is not included in the daily updates, and the owed chapters are accumulated in the "debt pool"]

   [The current debt repayment plan is like this: the benchmark update frequency is still the previous "every Wednesday", but the author will try his best to achieve "every day" until the debt is repaid. After repaying the debt, I will continue to try to maintain the status of one update every day]

   [Why don't you just stipulate three times a week? Do you want to use this kind of "three and four" algorithm? ]

   [Because the author found that if the author directly stipulated three shifts a week, the author might not be able to maintain the three shifts (covering his face). Take the law from the top, only have to be the middle, take the law from the middle, so it is the bottom... Only in this way can you pay the debt (cover your face)]

   [Thank you for your tolerance, thanks to Comrade Qinghan for your enthusiastic bookkeeping, and thanks to book friends for their collection, reading, subscription, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, rewards and comments, thank you everyone]

  

  

   (end of this chapter)