Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 891 - 12 The Dog Marching_3
Chapter 891: Chapter 12 The Dog Marching_3 Chapter 891: Chapter 12 The Dog Marching_3 “`
“That…” Andre was puzzled for a moment, then asked with confusion, “If it’s an internal affair, why do they still need your consent? A very high price? Are they trying to bribe you?”
“That’s the interesting part.” Winters stood up and paced, “In fact, it has nothing to do with me, so why bribe me? Why do they need my permission?”
“That does make sense.” Andre understood, “Without our nod, who would dare set up a stake for burning in Iron Peak County?”
“If only it were that simple.” Winters said with a smile, “Do you know what price Edmond offered me?”
Andre tilted his head, raising an eyebrow.
Winters named a weight, then added lightly a word: “Pure gold.”
Andre took a deep breath, “Otherwise, just agree to it, since it’s the Church’s own business, why meddle? It’s not related to us anyway!”
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“If that’s the case, why offer such a high price? Couldn’t they just mention it to me casually, or go ahead with the burning and report back later?”
“…” Andre was at a loss for words, “So did you agree to him?”
“I neither agreed nor disagreed. In order not to expose my hand, I hinted to Father Edmond—” Winters took a straw casually, momentarily entering a casting state to stimulate his mind.
The phantom pain made Winters’ smile somewhat eerie: “They have to pay more.”
As if there were an invisible pair of scissors moving back and forth in midair, the straw shortened inch by inch, so precise that the eye couldn’t distinguish the difference between two cuts.
Winters sorted out his thoughts and suddenly smiled playfully, “Could it be that Edmond thinks we know much more information than we actually do? That’s why he offered such a high price to us.”
“Uh… well… seems… kinda makes sense…” Andre pondered for a long time, slapping his thigh, “Damn it, why bother with all this! Just grab that old man and interrogate him, won’t we know everything?”
“That’s exactly the problem.” Winters tossed the last bit of the straw, which disintegrated in midair. He said helplessly, “The prisoner isn’t in my hands.”
“Huh? Didn’t that old man come back with Ronald?”
“I’m not sure, I’ve sent Xial to investigate.” Winters walked up to Changsheng, who also licked his fingers with a whimpering sound: “Even if the prisoner did return with Ronald, I have no knowledge of his whereabouts thereafter.”
Andre slapped his thigh again, “Could it be that the old man has already fallen into the Church’s hands?”
Winters shook his head, “Then what Edmond would have brought me should have been news of his death.”
“I really don’t get it.” Andre pulled at his hair vigorously, picking up a bucket on the ground, “I better go feed the horses.”
“It’s not that complicated. There’s another person hidden in this matter, the one sheltering that prisoner.” Winters caressed Changsheng’s soft mane, his thoughts drifting far away.
He slowly summarized the information he knew: “Someone with the motive to shelter the prisoner, the capability to do so. Most importantly, someone who could lead Father Edmond and others to believe that ‘it is Winters Montagne sheltering that prisoner’… Who could that be?”
Andre stood still in a daze, his face expressing oddity, and whispered, “Your wife?”
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A quarter of an hour later.
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“Father Caman!” Winters kicked the door open fiercely, “What have you done in my name this time!”
