MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 67 Dagger Cone and Reed Gun

   Chapter 67 Dagger Cone and Reed Gun

After    turned out the window, Winters nimbly climbed to the roof.

During the    Sovereign War, the area where Major Moritz lives now was used to house the noble families who fled to Veneta from the Common Province [the Duchy of the Piedmont].

   At that time, the militias of the United Provinces had publicly raised their anti-flag, but the fire of the rebellion did not burn to Veneta, and autonomous cities such as Shanghai Blue City and Baihua City were still the direct territories of the royal family.

  The sharp-smelling Veneta merchants saw an opportunity: even if they became refugees, the nobles wanted more decent housing.

  So they built these rows of stone houses in this urban area.

  The businessmen with big brains built these houses into two floors, and one next to the other, with one wall shared by the two houses. This double-layered side-by-side design saves material while maximizing the use of the site.

  Although the houses next to each other are not very decent, at least they have roofs, four walls, and stone, and the most important thing is that their price is much lower than that of single-family stone houses.

   In the end, the idea was a huge success, and the fugitive nobles scrambled to take out the only gold coins they had brought from the provinces. Townhouses of stone houses have sprung up in this block, and some wealthy nobles even started to hire people to build this style of house.

  The same design concept was used for the buildings in the urban area of ​​the Benway house. It's just that the noble refugees still have some money, so they used stone. The fleeing civilians were penniless, so the dockers lived mainly in wood.

  The houses are connected together, and the roofs are connected together. Although the later tenants remodeled their roofs to some extent, it did not hinder the agile Winters.

   At this moment, Winters is like a black cat, walking through the roof with silent steps. Two night watchmen walked down the street with their lamps, unaware that a shadow on the roof was leaping across the gap between the two rows of houses.

   Soon, Winters crossed the entire city and reached his destination.

   This is a house that can be seen everywhere in the city, with an ordinary style. The doors and windows on the first floor were closed, and the windows on the second floor showed a few shimmers of light. The appearance of ordinary people could not see anything special.

Winters checked the characteristics of the house and the surrounding houses by moonlight, and after confirming that he was not wrong, he took out the reed gun from the holster, sprinkled gunpowder on the ignition, and pulled the flint to the friction. on the plate.

   This gun is ready to fire now.

  Different from ordinary reed guns—Henry III’s gunsmith was worthy of being a royal gunsmith—this musket has an ingenious design: there is a small cap linked to the trigger on the ignition hole.

  Only when the trigger is pulled, the cover will be opened, and the gunpowder in the barrel will be ignited, which greatly reduces the risk of fire.

   At this moment, Winters can only believe that the design is effective, and he put the reed gun back in the holster, which is ready to fire.

  This gun is his last resort, and he doesn't want to use this "loud" weapon unless he has to.

  —cut—

   Time goes back to two days ago, when Winters followed Antonio home from the Congress Hall.

   "Go after him and find out who he is. If it's just a beggar, give him some money. Let him not come near our house." Antonio pointed to the back of the little beggar and said.

   Winters nodded and urged Qiang Luck to catch up.

   didn't run far before the little beggar was caught up by Winters. Winters stopped in front of him, and the little beggar didn't turn around, but stopped to stare at Winters.

   "What are you running for?" Winters asked sharply, dismounting from his horse, leaning on the hilt of his sword and approaching the little beggar.

   But he didn't expect that the little beggar had a sour nose, and hugged Winters with a big cry: "Brother, please save my big brother..."

   Winters subconsciously wanted to dodge, but after hearing the voice, he froze in place, letting the little beggar hug him. Although the boy has begun to change his voice, Winters can't get it wrong.

  Winters took out the handkerchief and wiped the little beggar's face: "Are you Ben Wei's younger brother? Are you the third child?"

   The little beggar nodded.

   "What's wrong with your brother, speak slowly..." Winters pulled Benway's third brother to a place where there were no pedestrians on the back street.

  While studying at the Army Infant School, Winters often went to visit Benway. Ben Venuto is the eldest son and has several younger siblings. At that time, Winters and Benwei were only as big as the third brother Benwei in front of him. Benwei's younger brothers liked to follow the two older children as tails. Benwei's second and third brothers called Winters "" elder brother".

   "The Monta people came to us last night..." Benwei's third brother sobbed, and even used gestures to tell Winters what happened. Although the child was young, he was crying and talking intermittently. But the train of thought and order was clear, and Winters understood what was going on.

  Last night, a group broke into the farmhouse where Benway was hiding. After some fighting, Benwei and Benwei's second brother were kidnapped, and the owner of the house was beaten.

   Benwei's third brother lived with the son of the owner of the house. The owner of the house lied that Benwei's third brother was his son, and he escaped.

   "Then what?" Winters controlled his breathing as much as possible, and a voice in his head kept shouting: The Monta people followed you to find Benwei!

  The third brother Benwei, who had already stopped his tears, suddenly couldn't help crying again: "Then my second brother died."

   The group of people who kidnapped Benwei quickly got on the carriage and left the farm. Benwei's third brother immediately chased out and followed the group.

  I didn't expect that the two carriages didn't go very far, suddenly stopped for a while, and then continued on.

  Benwei's third brother ran to the place where the carriage stopped and found the still warm body of his second brother. The clothes below the corpse's stomach were completely soaked with blood.

   In my memory, the appearance of Benwei's second brother began to emerge. It was a simple and honest child with a round face, a little stupid, but he especially listened to Benwei and Winters. Even if he was drawn by his mother with a stick, that silly boy never betrayed Benway and Winters.

   That child died? The kid who followed behind him with a smirk was dead?

   Winters suddenly felt a little dazed.

  Benwei's third brother wiped away his tears and continued to talk about the next thing: "Then...then I had no choice but to hide my second brother in the roadside ditch...and continue to chase those Monta people."

   That night, Benwei's third brother quietly followed the carriage all the way into the city, watching the group drag Benwei into a house.

   Winters had a general idea of ​​what had happened, he felt sweat on his forehead, and his breathing became uncontrollable. But he kept admonishing himself in his heart: "It's no use to be anxious."

   "Charle, don't worry, I have a few questions for you." Winters asked as calmly as possible: "How do you know it was the Monta who kidnapped Benwi?"

   "Accent, they are all Monta accents." Ben Wei's third brother replied without thinking.

   "Did you go to your eldest brother's companions... those of your eldest brother's dockworkers, or did you go to the sheriff?"

Benwei's third brother's eyes were wet again, and he sobbed and said, "It's useless, the sheriff won't take care of us, the Monta people bought the sheriff. Those of my brother's workers were beaten to death by the Monta men. There are several people, but the sheriff doesn't show up at all, we are not Veneta, the sheriff doesn't care about us at all..."

   All attention was on the war with the Taniria Union, and the Monta men had picked a good time.

   "You're saying there was another fight between the Varnes working on the dock and the Montans, and the Varnes didn't win, did they?" Winters sensed some information.

"Yesterday, the Monta people attacked my brother's group and killed all the leaders. I went to them, but they had already kneeled down and refused to save my brother. It was they who told the Monta men Where we are hiding!" The third brother Benwei grabbed Winters' arm and cried and said, "I... I really have no choice, otherwise I won't find this place... Winters, please, please, please. You save my brother. You save my brother, and my life will be yours from now on!"

   "Don't cry! The man bleeds without tears." Winters picked up the handkerchief and wiped his tears for Charles: "Do you remember where they took your brother?"

   "I kept watch all night, and when the sun came out, I copied the address of that house." Ben Wei's third brother hurriedly opened his clothes, tore a piece of cloth from his underwear and handed it to Winters.

   This cloth has an address written in blood.

   "Is this address correct?"

   "That's right!"

   "Does anyone else know you came to me?"

   "No! I didn't tell anyone."

   "How many people took your brother away?"

"more than ten."

   "Is your brother still there?"

Benwei's third brother cried and shook his head and said, "Last night, I stayed outside all night, and they didn't bring my brother out. I went to my brother's group during the day and couldn't stare at them... Please hurry up. Go and save my brother, the longer it takes, the more likely they will take my brother elsewhere..."

   Having nothing else to ask, Winters grabbed Ciel's shoulders and asked, "The rest of your family were sent to relatives by your brother. Do you know where they are?"

   "I know." Ben Wei's third brother wiped his tears and nodded.

Winters took out his spellcaster emblem, put it in Ciel's palm, took out all the money on him, and said to Ciel seriously: "Leave your brother's business to me, you go to your house now Others. Take this badge and go to Warrant Officer Bud, Gerald's Bud at the Army Officers Club. Tell him I told you to go to him, but don't tell him about your brother. Let him get a horse to deliver You go to your family. Do you understand?"

  Benwei's third brother wanted to say something, but seeing Winters' eyes, he swallowed the words and nodded heavily.

   "Repeat."

  Benway's third brother repeated Winters' words.

   "Your brother is still alive, I will rescue him. Your brother is dead, I will avenge him. You go to your family, don't tell anyone you came to see me, go."

  —cut—

   Time goes back to the present.

   After confirming that there was no light coming from the wooden door of the balcony, Winters grabbed the parapet and the iron fence and gently landed on the balcony on the back street of the house.

   Although he lowered his landing height as much as possible, he was an adult man of normal weight after all, and he still made a little landing sound.

   He held his breath, drew his dagger, leaned against the wall, and listened.

  Fortunately, only snoring could be heard behind the door, and no one noticed the abnormal sound.

   Winters went alone this evening without any help. While he was sure that Bud would not hesitate to help himself, Andre might as well. But he didn't ask anyone for help or tell anyone his plans.

  Ben Venuto was a friend of Winters, and he saved Winters' life. But Bud and Andre didn't know him, so Winters didn't want to involve the others.

   From childhood school to military academy, ten years of military school life tempered Winters Montagne into a "lawful".

He could go to the sheriff, but he knew what it would be like to go to the sheriff: the Montans would get the news in advance, slash Benway in the neck, and bury him in a pit somewhere outside the city; Antonio asks for help and asks the gendarmerie to search the place, but this exposes Kosa and Elizabeth and puts them in danger.

   So Winters decided to do it himself.

   Using the method that Lieutenant Colonel Field had taught him, Winters put the thin blade of the dagger into the crack of the door and unlatched it.

   Yesterday and today, Winters carefully scouted the house and stayed there for a long time. This house is not as simple as it seems. Ben Wei's third brother said that more than a dozen people kidnapped Ben Wei. In fact, Winters counted at least 22 different faces who entered the house and did not leave.

   One house definitely can’t hold so many people, the only explanation can only be that the house next door is also owned by this group of Monta people. They broke through the walls and turned two houses into one house. Maybe even more than two houses.

   He has two plans: if the opponent transfers Benwei, he will kill him halfway; if Benwei is not taken away, he will execute the original plan, which is what he is doing now.

   Using the light spell to emit dim light, Winters counted three people lying on the floor sleeping.

   He silently walked to a person, and after seeing the other person's vital points, he inserted the dagger into the other person's neck without hesitation. The moment he stabbed the neck, Winters pressed his knees on the opponent's chest, and covered the opponent's mouth and nose with his left hand.

   The Monta man was awakened by severe pain, but his throat was severely injured, and his mouth and nose were covered to death. He couldn't make a sound, and he could only wave his arms randomly.

   But Winters was unmoved and continued to drag and cut with force. The process of dragging and cutting the human body had a strange sense of damping. The sharp dagger cut through tendons, trachea and blood vessels, leaving a horrific incision in the opponent's neck. The Monta man quickly lost his strength and couldn't move again.

  While the other party was struggling, Winters inexplicably remembered what Major Moritz said. He thought: According to the major, even if I am hanged because of this one day in the future, it has nothing to do with you, you will not have the pleasure of revenge, and your existence has been completely annihilated.

   Killing an enemy on the battlefield is not the same as killing a citizen without trial. Veneta is not an extrajudicial place, Veneta has order and law, and the state has a monopoly on the power to take life away. No matter how the law is actually enforced, murder is a sure-fire first-degree felony.

   But Winters' purpose tonight is not to rescue Benway, Winters wants to help Benway solve the problem completely. The elimination of the body may not solve the problem completely, but it will solve most problems.

   Winters can use the flying arrow technique to hit the steel cone into the opponent's forehead.

   But he doesn't have the advanced kinetic magic skills of Moritz. If it was Major Moritz, he could swagger in through the gate and crucify everyone in the house, all he had to worry about was escaping. Winters doesn't have this ability yet, he has to save his magic for the enemy behind.

   He continued to do the same, dealing with the other two people in the room.

   "Three." Winters counted in his mind: "At least nineteen."

  —cut—

   In a room on the first floor of the house next door, Benvenuto woke up from a coma with a bucket of cold water pouring over his head.

   His left eye was tingling with pain, and he couldn't open it because of the blood. Since being brought here, he has been tied to a chair with ropes and severely beaten.

   Ben Venuto raised his head laboriously, and through the dim light of the oil lamp, he could see the person in front of him clearly.

He licked his dry lips and said weakly: "I still say that, Da Scar's death has nothing to do with me. If I killed him, I would never deny it. But I didn't kill him, you Don't try to force me to admit it."

"It doesn't really matter. If you admit it, you will be hanged after a few more days. If you don't admit it, you will be killed here." The man beside Benwei replied, he picked up the cup and brought it to Benwei's mouth: "Come on , drink some water."

   This man was thin and fair, with sparse brown hair on his head, and he looked like he had never experienced manual labor, not like a dock worker.

  Benwei refused to drink, turned his head aside and asked, "Then why don't you just kill me?"

"Because they don't dare. They can kill people by mistake, but they don't have the courage to look you in the eye and execute you. You don't admit to killing Baal [Big Scar], they don't know what to do with you, only I can lock you up and wait for your own death." The weak man explained, he took a big sip of the water cup and said, "Are you afraid of being poisonous if you don't drink it? It's just water, you see I drank it too."

   "Who are you?"

  The weak man put the cup aside, seemed tired from standing, and dragged a chair to sit in front of Ben Wei: "I'm Barr's son."

  Benwei was silent for a while and said, "Whether you believe it or not, your father's death has nothing to do with me."

   "As I said, it doesn't matter if you did it or not. Baal's death is actually a good thing. Your death is also a good thing. These are all blood that must be shed."

   "I don't understand what you're talking about." Ben Wei shook his head in confusion.

The weak man put his chin in one hand and said, "You can understand. Your family has been on the dock for so many years, and you know best what you were like in your early years. Disorderly competition and violent robberies, as a result, everyone could not have enough to eat. The three of us After the group occupied the pier, the rules were established for the first time, and everyone had a better life. However, they still fought openly and secretly, and I don’t know how much blood was shed. Every year, there were more widows and more beggars on the pier. "

"so what?"

"There is no need to divide into three groups, only one group of people is enough on the dock of Hailan Port. I am not going to drive you and the Palatians out of the dock, I am going to make you my people. Only three groups become one. Buddy, can really eliminate internal friction. I will establish a porter's guild like the blacksmith's guild. When the porters are a whole, we have the right to speak..."

  Benwei interrupted the other party: "Wait...what did you say? You will? The Monta people are listening to you now."

   "Yes." The weak man nodded: "It's just the Monta people now, and all the dock workers soon."

   "What if the Vine and the Palatine don't want to hear from you?" Benway asked with a sneer.

   "So there must be some people who can use force, their role is to make everyone listen to me." The weak man replied softly.

   Ben Venuto said disdainfully: "So the thugs are your military nobles. Do you still want to be emperor on a dock not as big as a mung bean?"

The weak man's pupils dilated, and said excitedly: "You don't understand, Ben Venuto, this is for the benefit of all the dock workers! Have you ever seen a fifty-year-old dock worker? No! Either he died or was overwhelmed. The dock workers are exchanging their lives for money, but the money in exchange is getting less and less! In the past ten years, the price of grain has risen by 20%, but the wages of dock workers have hardly changed. Because the silver content of the currency has declined, it has actually A 10% drop. Without a single voice, there will never be a bargaining power! There is no shortage of workers at the wharf, and it will chew all of us up and **** up our flesh and spit out only the crumbs!"

   This passionate speech seemed to overdraw the weak man's physical strength, his chest heaving up and down, panting heavily.

   Ben Venuto was left speechless after being robbed. After a while, he asked again, "Aren't you a dock worker?"

   "I'm not, but I was born in a dock worker's family like you, and I have seen the suffering of dock workers." The weak man replied with gritted teeth.

   "Then did you tell your 'military nobles' about your ambitions?"

The weak man shook his head: "They still don't understand, what drives them now is hatred, they just want revenge for Baal, and some are for territory. I will guide them step by step, they will eventually understand, everyone It will be understood in the end.”

  Benwei smiled and asked, "Then what's the use of telling me this?"

  The weak man lowered his eyes, looked at Ben Wei's feet, and replied softly: "Because you are dying, I want you to die clearly and let you know that you didn't die in vain."

   Suddenly, the wooden door behind the weak man was pushed open. Before waiting for the weak man to look back, I saw a flash of cold light, and the weak man's body suddenly stiffened.

   The next second, the weak man who was still talking just now slipped out of the chair feebly and fell to the ground. Something pierced the back of his head, and a pointy point came out of his mouth.

  A masked man in black covered in blood walked into the room.

  Everything happened so suddenly, before Ben Wei, who was shocked by the sudden change, could shout, the masked man in black rushed over and covered his mouth: "Don't shout, it's me."

   Hearing the familiar voice of the masked man in black, Ben Venuto's eyes widened in disbelief, and a muffled voice came out of his covered mouth: "Winters?"

  The masked man in black nodded, let go of his hand, and immediately began to check the entire room. After confirming that there were no other living people in the room, he quickly walked back to Benwei.

   "It's me, you're still here, great! I thought they moved you away..." Winters undid the black cloth covering his face and revealed his face. There was blood splattered around Winters' eyes, but the part below the eyes was clean, which looked extremely strange.

   The surprise at first sight faded from Winters' face, and anger and sadness appeared on his face: "What did they do to you, what did they do to your eyes?"

   "What? What?" Benway didn't understand what Winters was talking about.

   "Forget it." Winters pulled out his dagger and neatly cut off Benwei's limbs and the ropes on his body.

  The freed Benwei leaned on the chair and tried to stand up, but fell back with weak hands and feet. After being **** for nearly three days, Benwei's limbs have not been bleeding for too long, and now he can't exert any strength.

  Benwei, who was only able to move his eyes now, watched in amazement as Winters grabbed the weak man's hair in one hand and a dagger in the other, wiping the corpse's neck again.

   then put his hand in the mouth of the corpse, not knowing what he was doing. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to get a finger-long, pointed object out of the corpse's mouth.

  Winters wiped the **** thing he took out on the weak man's clothes and put it back on his chest belt. Only then did Benwei understand that there was a whole row of triangular steel cones inserted on the belt, and several of them were empty.

  After finishing his work, Winters pulled out the reed gun and stuffed it into Benwei's hand: "If someone comes in, you can shoot. You don't need a shooting rod, just point the gun at the opponent and pull this small lever."

   After saying that, he took the dagger and walked outside the house.

   "What are you doing here?" Ben Nuto asked quickly.

   "He's twenty, at least two more." Winters walked out of the room without looking back and closed the door.

  Benwei sat slumped on the chair, pointing at the door with the weird firearm given by Winters in both hands, his mind was blank, and everything turned too suddenly. He didn't even understand what was going on.

   His limbs gradually regained strength, and Ben Wei, whose arms were re-ordered, slapped himself in the face immediately.

   It hurts.

   is not a dream.

   hit again.

   is just as painful.

   Surely not a dream.

   Ben Venuto picked up the glass of the weak man on the table and drank the rest of the water in it. His thirsty throat was wet again, and he couldn't help but look at the weak man who was feeding him water.

  The corpse of the weak man was lying on the ground with his head on his side, and a pool of blood started from his throat, and the area continued to expand. The pale face of this young and thin big boy turned even paler, stained with a muddy mix of blood and dust. Whatever ideals he once had, ended with the end of his life.

  Benwei squatted beside him, stretched out his hand and gently closed his dilated eyes, then held the other's hand and silently recited the Lord's Prayer for him.

   The door was opened again, this time instead of pushing it open as quickly and silently as Winters had just come in, it was slammed open with a shoulder.

   Ben Venuto immediately took the gun again and pointed in the direction of the door, but it was Winters who came in.

   "Twenty-five! It's all settled, come with me." Winters gasped and said, "What are you doing?"

   Seeing that the person who came in was Winters, Benwei held the weak man's hand again and continued to speak.

  Winters was anxious: "When is this, do you still have the mind to engage in religious ceremonies?"

  Benwei insisted on reciting the entire Lord's Prayer for this weak young man before getting up and limping out with Winters.

   "How did you know I was here?" Benwei asked.

   As soon as he left the small room with him, Ben Wei saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood in the corridor.

   "Charle came to me."

   "Where is Ciel now, do you know how my second brother is now?" Ben Wei asked quickly.

   "Charle went to your mother." Winters said with difficulty: "Lene... dead."

  Benwei's eyes darkened, he only felt the world was spinning, and he almost fell to the ground.

   Winters hurriedly supported Benwei and shook Benwei's arm wordlessly.

  Benwei took a deep breath, cheered up, and said, "Come on, I'll take care of things here."

   "You don't have to worry about it here. Come with me, there is a place to hide you."

   After confirming that there was no one on the street, Winters led Benway away from the Montanese stronghold. Benway limped and couldn't walk fast, and Winters got the gun back, put it back in the holster, and simply carried Benway up.

  He carried Benwei all the way to the nearby Yangchong River before putting Benwei down. The two found a gentle **** and went down into the river, all the way to a drainage pipe.

  A bald man in a coarse monastic robe has been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Winters coming, the lame man said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it taking so long?"

   "There is a bit of trouble on the road, thank you for your help this time."

   "Stop talking nonsense." The **** said impatiently, and then waved to Ben Wei: "Come with me."

   Then he limped into the underdrain.

"The Monta people may continue to take revenge on you. The Monta people don't retaliate against you, and the sheriff will also look for you. You follow him, no one can find you, so you can heal your wounds first." Winters said to Benway, He shoved another bag of money into Benway's hand.

  Benway wanted to refuse the bag of money, but he finally took it in his hand. He took Winters by the arm and spit out a short sentence with tears in his eyes: "Thank you..."

   "Do you and I still need to say these words?" Winters gave Benway a bear hug.

   "Then what do you do? There..." Benwei asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, no one alive saw me there except you. I'm going to fight after tonight, and no one will be able to find me at that time!" Winters replied with a big smile. , he said in a low voice: "If the two men in our family don't come back... you help me take care of my family."

   "Definitely." Benwei squeezed Winters' hand hard, followed the lame into the underdrain, and the two limping figures disappeared into the darkness.

   Winters covered his face and returned to the Monta man's stronghold. He still had a few steel cones that were shot into the Monta man's body and could not be pulled out in a hurry, so he had to go back and take it out.

  —cut—

   "Senior? Major?"

   In his sleep, Moritz vaguely heard someone calling him, and then he got into the boat and swayed from side to side.

   Finally, when he looked up to see who was calling him, he woke up.

   Winters' face appeared before him.

   "I fell asleep? How long have I slept?" Major Moritz, who had just woken up, asked at a loss.

   "It didn't take long before we slept, the two of us kept drinking, and while we were drinking, I found you fell asleep, so I woke you up."

   "Oh... what time is it now?" Major Moritz felt a sharp pain in his skull, and he had a hangover feeling all over him.

   "I don't know, it's very late, you keep pulling me to drink and don't let me go." Winters replied with a wry smile: "It's really too late now, I really have to go home."

   "Sorry...sorry...Where's Field?"

   "Fell asleep too."

   "Wake him up, his wife can't take it if he doesn't come home at night." Moritz said while holding his forehead, he sniffed hard: "What smells on you?"

   "What's the smell? You forgot you spilled the wine on me just now?" Winters pointed to the wet spot on his clothes. He deliberately poured half a bottle of wine on his body before waking Major Moritz to cover up the possible residual smell of blood.

   "I'm so sorry... I drank too much." Major Moritz said apologetically, rubbing his temples with both hands.

When Field and Winters left Major Moritz's apartment, Moritz's landlady personally escorted them both out.

   After the two walked for a while, Field, who was half-drunk and half-awake, rode on his horse, pointed to the sky and asked, "What's wrong over there?"

   "What's the matter?" Winters' tone was puzzled.

   "Heaven, look." Field yawned: "Where is the fire?"

   Winters also yawned: "I don't know, it's none of our business anyway."

  Field smiled and said, "It's also... Bullets don't recognize people. You must be careful. After this battle is over, I'll invite you to drink in Golden Harbor."

   Winters also replied with a smile: "Then I want to drink well, but don't fill me with cheap goods like today."

   The two laughed and rode out of the city.

  —cut—

  Kosa put her ear to the door, turned to Antonio and said, "Up the stairs, up the stairs."

  Antonio looked away from the book in his hand, looked at his wife, and sighed.

   "Go back to the room." Kesha walked back to the bed and complained to Antonio: "Where did you say this child went? Why did you come home so late? Don't tell me a word."

"How late is it?" Antonio read the book and said lightly: "The child has grown up and should have his own nightlife. I am the same age as Winters, and it is normal to go home at night, so don't Worried."

   Kesha turned around in a fit of anger and slammed Antonio twice.

   "Okay, come back, you can sleep in peace." Antonio put away the book and blew out the light.

In the darkness, Antonio hugged Kesha from behind and held his wife's hand: "After Winters and I leave Hailan, you and Elizabeth should go to live at Giovanni's first. The men in the family are gone, Not safe."

  Kesa just replied: "After you leave, I will light two permanent lights. I will pray for you every day until you and the children go home."

  Antonio squeezed his wife's hand silently.

   Kesha's low cry rang out in the room.

   This chapter was posted very late, but there are a lot of words. I wrote it later on weekends. I wanted to finish it in one chapter, and I wrote this time before I knew it.

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