MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 58 Duelist Club

   Chapter 58 Duelist Club

The usual activities of the Duelists Club are held in Colonel Bozukhov's courtyard.

   Colonel Bozukhov was very well-known. Winters had heard of this well-known **** and duelist in the Army when he was a child.

  In Hailan City, a city full of wealthy merchants, the salary of an officer is nothing. But Colonel Bozukhov, an officer from a wealthy merchant family, had inherited a fortune and was free to splurge on his hobbies.

  Because of his warm-hearted personality and superb swordsmanship...and his wealthy family property, Colonel Bozukhov became the manager and organizer of the Duelists Club, and generously provided his own courtyard to the club as a venue for activities.

   That is, he provided Major Moritz with a mixed list, so Winters had to "take" the real list instead of the two commanders.

"Moritz has been exposed, and I've never been in the Duelists' Club. Bozukhov will be wary of the two of us, but no one will notice you, a trainee officer, and no one cares where a warrant officer trains. ."

Lieutenant Colonel   field explained why this task can only be done by Winters: "And you have just returned from the province, you like swordsmanship, and it is completely reasonable to participate in the activities of the Duelist Club."

The lieutenant colonel patted Winters on the shoulder and said emotionally: "You are the person Moritz and I trust the most. Apart from you, there is no other officer in the entire army who can be trusted by the two of us, so we put This task is up to you. Are you going to betray our trust?"

   Time goes back to the present, the sun has set. Much of the city was plunged into darkness, but Colonel Bozukhov's courtyard was brightly lit.

   Winters and his party just arrived at the gate of the courtyard at this moment.

   "Damn it." Winters scolded inwardly, "Why did I agree to it when my brain was hot?"

   It’s easy for newcomers to be semi-forced to do things they don’t want to do because they don’t know they can say “no,” as Winters is right now.

   "Huh! It's really lavish." Andre was amazed, and handed the reins to the servant in the porter: "This Duelist Club is rich enough."

  Although rich people may not light a lot of lights, people who can light a lot of lights must be rich. This is a simple and rude way to distinguish.

   "It's not that the club has money, but the sponsors." Lieutenant Colonel Conter explained to Andre with a smile.

  If you want to enter Colonel Bozukhov's courtyard to "get" things, the best way is to participate in the Duelists Club's weekly Wednesday and Friday evening activities.

   Obviously Colonel Bozukhov has become wary of Major Moritz, of course it is impossible for Winters to be introduced by Moritz to join the club.

  So he went through Antonio's relationship to find Lieutenant Colonel Contaire of the Third Army as his recommender, and by the way, he also pulled Andre over to cover.

   As for Bard? Bard's swordsmanship, which is admitted to the outside world, is very common, and he is not interested in such things as duels.

  Winters took out two pieces of candy from the packet and fed it to Qiang Yun. The horse snorted twice happily and licked Winters's hand.

   "This horse is tied to one side by itself, not with other horses." He instructed the servants of the Bozukhovs and handed the reins to him.

  The servant in the striped livery nodded and led the three horses away.

   "What's wrong with luck?" Contaire asked curiously.

  Winters sighed and replied helplessly: "I seemed to smell a little mare a few days ago, and then I started fighting with my fellow horses, biting my mane all over my mouth."

  Andre laughed: "It's not good for a son."

   The three of them laughed and said, and entered the Bozukhov Courtyard.

   It was not until he actually stepped into the Duelists Club that Winters first discovered that the atmosphere of the entire club was unusually relaxed and natural. There are no fraternity ceremonies such as introductions and oaths. After registering in the guest book at the entrance, you can move freely.

   No wonder Major Moritz said that he was drinking and chatting in the Duelists Club, because most of the people in the club were eating, drinking and chatting, and many people brought their female relatives.

  This is quite different from Winters' imagination of a group of serious men fiddling with muskets and swords in a secret room.

   "Brother Contaire! You haven't been here for a while."

   If you haven't seen his person, first hear his voice.

   A tall man with a ruddy face and curly brown hair walked over with a big laugh and gave Lieutenant Colonel Comter a bear hug.

"I not only came by myself, but also brought two 'fresh blood' here - Winters and Andrea." Lieutenant Colonel Contel pointed to Winters and introduced: "They are all pure Veneta people, this class of warrant officers came back from the inter-province."

   Lieutenant Colonel Conter patted the brown curly-haired man's arm again: "This curly bear is the owner here, the organizer of the Duelists Club, Colonel Bozukhov."

The pronunciation of    "Colonel" was deliberately prolonged by Contaire, and Winters and Andre subconsciously wanted to salute. Bozukhov stopped the two with his hand, punched Lieutenant Colonel Contell on the shoulder, and said with a bold smile: "What military salute? Contell and I were born a few years earlier. This is where people like swords. A place where friends get together to play, regardless of rank, only about swordsmanship. How is it? If you are interested, do you want to go up and play tonight?"

   "What are you doing? The first time the two juniors came here, they let people play swords. Isn't that cheating?" Contell said to Bozukhov, "Anyway, let's get familiar with the atmosphere, right?"

   Bozukhov laughed: "The swordsmanship is the best when you first leave the school, don't you know that? Then you, the introducer, take the responsibility and lead them around."

   Then he looked at Winters and Andre: "You're welcome, treat this as your own home, if you need anything, please come to me."

  Speak, Bozukhov and the three nodded and returned to the living room.

"Come on, walk around this mansion with me. The toilets here are very hard to find. If you find this place interesting, you can come by yourself in the future... Welcome to bring a female companion." Lieutenant Colonel Contaire told Winters He and Andre took two glasses of wine and led two warrant officers to visit the places on the first floor of the mansion.

  Contel is not exaggerating, the toilets in the Bozukhov courtyard are really hidden.

   Winters found that Contel was very familiar with this place, and secretly speculated that the lieutenant colonel should also be a core member of the Duelist Club.

In the    hall, Lieutenant Colonel Bozukhov tapped the glass with a silver spoon, and a few crisp sounds attracted everyone's attention. The guests in the club spontaneously vacated a space in the hall and formed a circle.

   Two swordsmen in full armor came out and stood in the open space in the center of the hall.

   "Gentlemen and ladies, please allow me to introduce the two players in the first group tonight." Bozukhov stood between the swordsmen and introduced them aloud.

   Winters had no intention of listening to what Bozukhov was saying. When everyone's attention was focused on the center of the field, he knew his chance was coming.

   "I'm going to the toilet." He whispered to his two friends.

   "Can you spot the way?" Lieutenant Colonel Contaire asked with raised eyebrows.

   "Don't worry, you won't get lost."

   In order not to arouse anyone's vigilance, Major Moritz was not present at all tonight. The major drew Winters the complete plan of the Bozukhov Courtyard, not only the first floor, but also the second floor.

  The first floor of this courtyard is used as a living room and event area, and all guests can move without restriction. However, the second floor, which is separated by a floor, is not open to the public, and the stairs leading to the second floor from the hall on the first floor have been rebuilt and sealed off.

   Downstairs is the city that never sleeps, welcoming all guests, and upstairs is Bozuhof’s private premises. There was a reception room, Bozukhov's office, and several bedrooms—though the Bozukhovs didn't live here.

   Winters' goal was Bozukhov's office, where all the Duelists' Club documents were kept.

The reason why Lieutenant Colonel   field chose the method of "robbing without detection" is because the Bozukhov Courtyard is completely a functional building without any property. The defense here is similar to that of a private house, or even worse than that of a private house, almost undefended.

   Winters left the hall calmly, reciting Lieutenant Colonel Field's words: "Third-rate thieves steal in night clothes, first-rate thieves steal in gowns. The more calm you are, the safer you will be."

After reciting    three times, he grabbed the raised wood on the outer wall of the house and climbed up.

   "Liar! If people see me climbing the wall, I will be arrested even if I wear a crown?" Winters angrily scolded Lieutenant Colonel Field in his heart.

  After the renovation, there is only one entrance to the second floor of the courtyard, and a servant is guarding the door. Only guests who are close to Bozukhov can pass. So Winters can only climb the wall.

  It is useless to think too much, whether anyone is watching or not, Winters gritted his teeth and used all his strength to climb up. This is the most dangerous part of the whole plan, and if you get caught halfway through the climb, you're done.

   Fortunately, no one exclaimed until Winters climbed onto the balcony.

  Everything was going well, but Winters' heart was still beating so hard that he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. He took a few deep breaths and examined the balcony carefully.

  Everything was as Lieutenant Colonel Field had expected, the wooden door to the balcony was locked from the inside. According to the plan, Winters pulled out a thin short knife from his boots, went through the crack of the door, and easily opened the latch.

   Recalling the floor plan drawn by Major Moritz, Winters crossed the corridor to Bozukhov's office. There was an iron lock hanging on the office door, which was brute-forced directly by Winters.

Lieutenant Colonel   field didn't expect Winters to rapidly grow into a snitch who could sneak up on doors and pick locks, nor did he intend to stealthily steal a list. The lieutenant colonel just wanted to tell Bozukhov, if you don't give it to me, I will get it too.

   So Winters brute-forced the lock all the way, and finally opened the drawer of the Bozukhov filing rack. The Duelist Club doesn't really have a "core list", and Bozukhov doesn't copy the names of those core members on parchment one by one.

What   field wanted was the Duelist Club's financial bills, donation records, meeting minutes, and everything else that recorded the names of those who were closely involved in the club.

  Winters took out a polished copper sheet, rummaged through the documents under the light green shimmer of the light spell, and packed all the documents that were supposed to be useful.

  It was so smooth that Winters felt his fingers twitching with excitement.

  The things have been received, and the only thing left is how to leave.

  Three minutes later, at the entrance of the second floor of the Bozukhov Courtyard, the doorman graciously opened the door for Winters. Winters nodded and walked out.

   This is the most luck and shame-testing part of the whole plan. Field concluded that this kind of gatekeeper will only pay attention to those who go in, but not those who go out. As long as Winters looks calm and natural, he can go out in an open and fair manner.

  Winters, who was out of the door, turned into the garden and picked up a bundle of papers from the bushes. Winters brought out all the sticky papers, which were too thick to carry around and stood out in his hand.

  In a hurry, he tied the papers in bundles and threw them from the window into the bushes in the garden.

  Everything went perfectly according to plan, Winters slipped into the stable quietly, the groom just dozed off at the door and didn't notice him at all. He found Qiangyun, put the documents in a saddlebag, and fed him a candy bar by the way.

Now, Winters just went back to the lobby on the first floor as usual, and explained why he went to the toilet for so long by "stopping to see if the horse was on a leash alone", and then left with two friends after spending some time. , you can take the file away without knowing it.

   As he whistled out of the stable, a man in a long-brimmed hat and a brown hunting suit entered the stable. The man kicked the groomer's leg, waking him up, as if to fetch the horse.

   Winters looked at the man subconsciously, the man was not as tall as Winters, the upper part of his face was covered by a hat, and Winters could only see the part below his nose.

   This man's beard on his jaw is messy, not the kind of beard that has been deliberately saved and trimmed. It looks like he hasn't shaved for seven or eight days.

   Winters thought the chin was a little odd, but it wasn't until he had walked twenty paces out that he realized something was wrong: the color was wrong.

   The color of the front of the man's jaw is not normal, not because of the dim lighting, nor because of the beard. It was a color that Winters was very familiar with. Winters had seen it many times on himself. It was a bruised blue-purple body after being hit hard by external forces.

   Winters immediately turned around and returned to the stable, striding to the man in the hunting suit. He patted his shoulder and asked him with a smile, "My friend, is the chin injury healed?"

   A normal person should look back when patted on the shoulder, but that person was shocked and said nothing, neither paying attention to Winters nor looking back at Winters.

   Winters smiled again and said to him: "Your sword and gun are with me. If you want more, I'll send it to you?"

   Winters kept staring at the opponent's hand, and after saying this, the opponent's fist clenched.

   Originally, Winters didn't dare to confirm the identity of this person, he just made a test, but when he saw the reaction of the other party, he already understood it all.

   Stop talking nonsense, Winters raised his long arm and punched the opponent in the back of the head. He is now convinced that the guy in front of him is the assassin who was kicked to the chin by himself.

   This assassin didn't expect Winters to attack, and was hit hard in the back of the head, instantly dizzy. But he also had his own back-up, and he turned and slapped Winters hard in the face.

  Winters, who was just about to chase after the victory, was thrown by the grass clippings and pieces of straw, and a foreign object entered his eyes. In an instant, tears flowed, and he couldn't see anything.

When    Winters spoke just now, the assassin quietly grabbed a handful of scraps from the manger and smothered Winters in his hand.

  The groom watched in horror as the two gentlemen began to fight before they finished speaking.

   Winters can't open his eyes now, his eyes are stinging, but his bloodiness has also been stimulated. He threw himself towards the assassin's position, wanting to scuffle with the opponent, but he threw himself in vain.

   A man reached out and grabbed his arm, and Winters immediately overwhelmed him and punched him.

   "Oh, I'm the groom, the groom." The man who was beaten begged for mercy.

   Winters had heard the voice of the assassin, and he was different from the one who begged for mercy. He gasped and asked, "Where's that person?"

   "That master is gone."

   "Where did you go?"

   "I don't know where I'm going... You'd better blow your eyes quickly, don't rub, or something big will happen."

The groom ran to get clean water, helped Winters rinse his eyes, and muttered: "No bleeding, no bleeding, no big deal. Don't rub the straw into your eyes, the small pieces have sharp edges and It's like a knife, just knead it and it's over..."

After the    foreign body was washed away, Winters' vision finally returned. He asked the groom with red eyes, "Where did that man run to?"

   The groom spread his hands: "I saw that gentleman running out of the stable."

   "Did he ride a horse?"

"No."

   Hearing this, Winters rushed out of the stable without a word and went straight to the hall.

   Bozukhov's courtyard is in the outskirts, and he can't go anywhere without a mount. The other party is now in the courtyard.

  Contel and Andre looked at Winters in surprise, who said he was going to go to the toilet, but came back with wet hair and red eyes.

   "What's wrong with you?" Andre said bluntly, "Did you fall into the cesspool?"

   "I..." Winters was almost mad: "I..."

   A loud bang interrupted his words, the main entrance of the hall was slammed open, and a man rushed in and shouted in panic: "We were attacked."

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   (end of this chapter)