MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 15 Emergencies (Part 1)

   Chapter 15 Emergencies (Part 1)

   "Your grades in culture classes are so good that you won't be dispatched overseas." Winters was really unwilling.

   "I applied for overseas dispatch myself." Bard was surprised and looked calm.

   "What!" Winters stood up suddenly, he stared at Bud, not understanding why his best friend took the initiative to die.

   Thousands of words in my heart came together into one word: "Why?"

   "It's okay, overseas dispatch is not as bad as you think." Bud patted the stone bench: "You sit and listen to me tell you slowly."

   "You know the situation at my house." Bud said unhurriedly.

   Winters nodded slightly.

   The subject was a sensitive one, so Winters never talked about it, but he knew that Bard's parents were tenants of the monastery.

   "My parents are both tenant farmers. They are hardworking and devout good people. Pulling me up, they are really hard." Bud's expression was soft and solemn.

   "I know." Winters sighed.

   The criterion for evaluating a person should not be the amount of property - but that's all there is to it.

   "Everyone else was sending gifts and asking for help, but I didn't go. It wasn't because I didn't want to go, but because I didn't have the money to clear up the relationship and make arrangements." Bud was calm and cruel.

There was no resentment in his tone: "It's not my parents' fault that I don't have money; it's not someone else's fault that I have money to give gifts. The reality is this, although I am dissatisfied, I can only accept it. So my going overseas is an inevitable result. "

"Even if you can't stay in the United Provinces, you should give it a try! Go to other republics." Winters is painful and helpless: "Overseas dispatch is a dead end! In Veneta, some people would rather go to prison than go overseas. The distribution of destinations is not only about Look at the money!"

"I'm not better than others to the extent that money can be ignored, and I'm not a spellcaster." Bud continued to open the scar coldly: "In fact, even if they spend money to operate, many students will still be dispatched overseas. , let alone me? Someone has to go."

   "There is always a chance, don't accept your fate!" Winters seemed to beg, and he even crossed the red line: "I will lend you the money."

"I'm not accepting my fate, I'm fighting my fate. I've been fighting my fate from the moment I left the monastery, and this time I don't want to wait for others to judge my fate." Bud said decisively: "I didn't stop going overseas. freedom, I do. But at least I have the freedom to go overseas."

"After all, overseas dispatch is also divided into many places." Bud smiled softly, and returned to his unhurried pace: "If I have a glimmer of hope, then I can only go overseas for the worst in the end. The place. I took the initiative to apply to go overseas, at least I can choose."

   Bud's expression was calm and determined under the faint firelight of the moon and the pipe.

  Bud has his reasons, but the reason is too cruel. But Bud was right again, he chose the best solution among the worst outcomes.

   Winters' chest was stuffy for a while, and there was an indescribable sense of anger and powerlessness.

   He fell on the stone table, and swallowed thousands of words to his lips.

   Does it make sense to scold those employees who take bribes for personal gain?

   Is it useful to scold those students who ask for gifts?

  Bud eventually had to go overseas. Winters' thousand words turned into a sigh.

"Don't feel sorry for me, I am satisfied to be able to change from a servant of a convent to an officer of the Army Officers' School." Bud described the future life of an expatriate officer with ease and joy: "It is also a good thing to go overseas, I heard that the salary of overseas dispatch is to stay. Three times as much in the mainland. I can’t even afford a military uniform in the federal province, and at least I can hope to help my parents redeem the land when I go outside.”

The more Budd spoke, the more upset Winters became.

   He let out a loud roar, awakening several hospital dogs in the nearby houses.

  The dogs barked one after another.

  Bud patted Winters on the leg, indicating to his friend that he understood everything.

  The two fell silent again, except for the barking of insects and dogs, all they could hear was the sound of Bud's smoking.

   After a while, footsteps approached nearby.

   A playful voice reached Winters' ears.

   "Okay, you two, don't patrol the night watch well, hide here to smoke? Are you just yelling?"

  The other two officers and students with halberds walked out one after the other in the dark. The man in front muttered as they walked: "What are you screaming for at night? Come on, help me make a fire..."

   are two second-year military students on the night guard at another gate. They patrolled nearby and heard someone shouting, and they saw fire and light again. So I came over to find out, and by the way, I wanted to make a fire.

   When they walked in front of Winters and Bud, and saw the three bars on the sleeves of Budsha's uniform, they realized that it was the two seniors who were hiding here smoking.

The structure of the    military academy is to imitate the structure of the army, and the class system of the army is also the class system of the military academy. The two second-year students who bumped into the senior apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, monitor. I'm really sorry! We didn't know you were patrolling."

   Winters was in a bad mood and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

   On the contrary, Bud waved at them graciously, not only did not teach them a lesson, but also helped them light a cigarette on the fire.

   But Bud's cigarettes were almost exhausted, and he failed to light the tobacco leaves in the two-man bowl.

   Winters let out a long sigh and reluctantly took the junior's pipe from Bud.

   Two consecutive ignition spells, he is already familiar with this job.

   The two apprentices estimated that they had never enjoyed the spell caster's use of magic to set fire to fire, and their eyes widened.

   "Let's go." Winters shoved his pipe into his junior's hand angrily.

   The two apprentices thanked them and ran away in a hurry.

   The two of them were also muttering in their hearts: I don't know what the evil is in these two third-grade monitor. If you don't sleep well in the duty room, why are you running out to patrol?

   When the two juniors were far away, Bud also put away his pipe.

   He got up and straightened his clothes. Said to Winters: "Let's go, let's go for a few more laps, don't be laughed at by the juniors, we only know how to be lazy."

   Winters lay on the stone table with his legs dangling in the air. He was not in the mood to patrol: "Sit for a while, and then go back to the duty room to sleep. Anyway, on the last night, escape from the post."

"Then you rest here first." Bud didn't insist, he wanted to see the school one last time: "The last shift, and I won't have a chance to go back to the school to work at night. I'll go around a few more times, and I'll be back later. find you."

   After finishing speaking, Bud walked away with the halberd, his footsteps getting further and further away.

   Winters said nothing.

   He is being shocked by the fact that Bud is about to be dispatched overseas. For the first time, I felt that I might never be able to meet my best friend again in my life after tomorrow.

   He lay on his back on the stone table, listening to the insects around him, his mind was empty.

   After a while, Bud's footsteps came back.

   Winters heard that Bud came back, and felt that it was no fun to stay here alone - let's go around with Bud two more times.

   So, he sat up straight from the stone table and asked with a smile, "How do you..."

and many more! It wasn't Bud who came!

   (end of this chapter)