"Where is that thing?" Winters stopped a villager at the entrance of the village and asked anxiously: "Who lit the beacon?"

Seeing a thick smoke rising from the direction of the South Protestant Village [hereinafter referred to as South/North New Village], Winters immediately rushed over with his borrowed two muskets.

Along the way, he made up his mind to activate the Red Mane, fearing that he would go too late. The Red Mane spread out her four hooves and ran wildly, and arrived at Nanxin Village in a flash.

The stopped farm girl took the road timidly and led Winters to a yard near a yard south of the village. Some villagers had gathered inside and outside the yard, whispering to each other.

Winters felt nervous: Could someone have been killed?

He quickly walked closer to the yard, and the villagers next to him avoided him. Winters asked the village chief directly: "Are there any casualties? Where is that thing? Where did it run?"

"Didn't run away, sir." The village chief of Nanxin Village pointed his hand at the yard: "We locked up in the warehouse!"

What?

Warehouse?

Winters was puzzled at first, then became a little angry, and a fire of namelessness rushed upwards.

The warehouse in the yard that is less than two meters high? That rotten house can keep the giant beasts in the forest? What a joke?!

"Mr. Balby." The Lieutenant Montane on the horse looked down at the village chief, and his loud voice suddenly made the air cold: "Are you looking for happiness with me?"

...

The air in the warehouse was humid and stuffy.

The sunlight passed through the hole on the roof and fell to the ground. A series of bright paths appeared in the flying dust, barely illuminating the low-rise building house.

Wheat shells, straw and some farm tools were piled in the warehouse in a mess, and low roars came from the deepest part of the debris.

A big brown wolf with messy fur was leaning against the corner of the wall, supporting his body with his two front legs. It splashed sharp teeth, his eyes exposed with fierce light, and he roared and warned the enemy not to get close.

There were several blood stains on the wolf's body, and the injury to the left hind leg was the most serious. You could even see the bone stubble pierced the skin, which was beaten by the farmers with sticks.

The wild creature was now at the end of his strength. Winters finally looked at it and threw the spear in his hand.

The short spear with huge force hit the wolf, which was seriously injured in the hind limbs. The tip of the spear itself went in, penetrated the ribs from the other side and pierced into the soil.

The wolf nailed to the ground whimpered like a wounded puppy. Winters pulled out the short blade to relieve his pain.

Winters, who dragged the brown wolf's body out of the warehouse, asked the village chief: "This one? Is there any?"

Around the yard, the villagers of Nanxin who saw the dead wolf cheered.

"No more, your lordship." The shocked village chief Balbi swallowed and said carefully: "Only this one was blocked into the bank warehouse."

A dog, three chickens and ducks, half a dozen eggs, and several villagers were bitten into their legs, so there were so many losses in Nanxin Village.

About five or six wolves broke into Nanxin Village for food, and were killed by gathered militia on the spot. Except for a wolf who was panicked and hid in the farmer's warehouse, the remaining wolves ran back to the forest.

The warehouse was small and no villagers dared to go in, so the brown wolf was finally solved by Winters himself.

The villagers of Nanxin Village were very excited. In their opinion, although the wolf disaster was real, they not only drove away the wolf but also killed two of them. The wolf disaster was no big deal.

After Winters' permission, the joyful Protestants were ready to split the wolf meat.

Gillard and Winters rode side by side on horseback, watching the villagers sharpen their knives and boil water from a distance. The former sighed with relief: "Second Lieutenant, it seems that the militias in Nanxin Village have been trained well by you."

"It's just that after practicing javelin a few times, there's no training at all. It's just a wolf, a few farmers can solve it with wooden sticks." Winters shook his head, and his tone couldn't hear joy: "What we need to beware of is not such a simple thing."

Hunter Ralph left the villagers who were dealing with the dead wolf and walked towards Winters and the others.

"Is there anything special?" Winters asked the Hunter.

"Sir, except for the sour water and a little bit of squirrel's remains, there are only grass roots in the wolf's stomach." Ralph reported his discovery: "Basically, these wolves are still afraid of people. I guess they will risk entering the village if they are too hungry."

Winters asked the hunter again: "The people in Nanxin Village say that the wolf is running west, do you think you can catch up?"

"You can chase after it. Although two companions died, the wolves already knew there was food here, and they would probably come back if they were hungry. But when we came late, there was less chance of catching up with them." Ralph replied cautiously.

Winters nodded and ordered, "Go and let Dusak gather, you lead the way, let's try to chase after you. Kill one more head now, and you will be less trouble in the future."

Ralph took the order and left to call the Dusak who were watching the fun.

While the riders were gathering again, Sergei walked over with two rolls of blood-stained things and happily showed Winters: "Sir! Look! I'm going to come over to you from the side of the oath and rebellion."

The hunter's skinning skills are very good. The wolf's skin was completely peeled off from its claws to its tail and then to its head, without even getting too much blood.

"What am I going to do for this thing?" Winters felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the peeled wolf skin.

"The wolf you slaughtered must be yours." The old man said naturally: "It's not cheap for the apostates. Let Ralph tannate it tomorrow, sew a few sets of gloves, wrist guards and other things, aren't it very beautiful?"

Gillard also smiled and said, "Wolf skin is good, breathable than cowhide and sheep skin."

"Yes! The best thing about a wolf is skin, which is better than folding two layers of cowhide!" Old Sergei said with certainty.

The old man glanced at the lively scene of the villagers in Nanxin Village sharing meat, and said disdainfully: "The apostates don't know what good things are. What is good for wolf meat? It's sour and smelly, so I won't even eat it for free."

"Okay. Isn't it good to eat meat? What's there to dislike?" Gillard joked and tapped his old friend with a whip: "If it were thirty years earlier, you would be the one who squeezed in front to grab the meat."

Sergey did not continue the topic and asked Winters happily: "Sir, I heard that you almost scared the head of Nanxin Village to pee your pants?"

Although it made the old man so angry that he had another idle trip, it was obvious that the Protestant village chief was embarrassed and made him happier.

Winters shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't expect that just a question would make Village Chief Balby so incompetent.

"Apostates just need to hit them from time to time!" The old man said enthusiastically: "If you want me to say, you are too friendly to them, they are not afraid of you..."

The more Winters listened, the more he felt something was wrong, but because he didn't know what kind of grudges and hatreds there were between the villages in Wolf Town, he just listened and didn't speak.

"Okay!" Gillard immediately shouted: "Why are you, the older you are, the less you keep your mouth shut?"

Then, the riders from Dusa Village gathered together.

Under the guidance of hunter Ralph, more than 20 riders followed the traces of the wolf pack and headed towards the woodland west of Nanxin Village.

...

...

It was not until the sun set that Winters and Gillard returned to Mitchell's house.

The two led the riders of Dusa Village to chase after them for several hours, but found nothing.

Before the tired Lieutenant Montagne could take a breath, an uninvited guest came to the door... To be precise, the other party had been waiting at Mitchell's house.

Looking at the other person's clothes and accessories, Winters tried hard to recall the face in front of him.

He asked uncertainly: "Well, you are... you are the priest holding a cup in the church, right?"

"Yes, your magistrate." The young man in front of him was not angry and replied with a smile: "I am the deputy of the priest of this church, Brother Kaman Anthony."

There were two priests in a small church? Winters was quite strange, but he just asked indifferently: "Is there anything to ask me?"

"I do have something to ask for help." The young priest's smile was mixed with a hint of embarrassment: "You haven't hired a formal scribe yet?"

Winters handed over the written work of the town officials to Gillard's scribe Pan Weiche.

When Winters heard the other party's inquiry, he was surprised and funny: "No, but I dare not ask a genuine priest to serve as a clerk for me. You... wouldn't you come to me for a job?"

"Yes, I'm here to ask for a job." Father Kaman's smile became more and more awkward: "But it's not for myself, but also a highly respected priest..."

"Wait first." Winters stopped Carman and asked with a smile: "You are talking about the Anthony Priest, right? He said he was at least sixty years old, right?"

Father Kaman hurriedly explained: "Of course not. Brother Anthony is the principal priest of this church, and of course he will not be a scribe. I am talking about another clergyman."

"Mr. Kaman." Seeing that the other party was right, Winters asked seriously with a restrained smile: "Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not! Of course not, I'm sincerely looking for a job for brothers Reed!"

Wintersborn was tired, and now he was even more angry: "A formal clergyman, want a position as a scribe? Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not, please listen to my explanation." Father Kaman said sincerely: "Brothers Reed are a begging monk who travels and practices all over the world for many years and begs for food. They came to Wolf Town yesterday and planned to spend the winter here this year. That's why I wanted to ask him for a temporary shelter."

The beggar monk emphasized poverty and purity, did not sit in the hall, and relied on "begging for food" to preach, and was a kind of ascetic monk.

Winters was even more puzzled: "Is it possible that your church is still missing a pair of tableware? Even a monk in begging can't be a scribe for me, right?"

"Well, Brothers Reed's theological views are relatively..." Father Kaman blushed and said hesitantly in an almost inaudible voice: "...It's quite unusual, so he has a little disagreement with Brother Anthony..."

The young priest asked with difficulty: "My Excellency Montane, I really have no other way to ask for your help... You are not a Catholic, are you?"

Winters shook his head and replied with a sneer: "No."

"Nor or Protestant, aren't you?"

“None are not.”

"You are... unbelievers, right?"

"That's right."

After confirming that the officer in front of him was not a believer, Father Kaman not only did not get angry, but his expression became much more relaxed: "That's why I come to beg you, because in Wolf Town, only you can tolerate theological views of the Reed brothers."

Wintersdachi: "Can you even put a heresy in me?"

"That's not." Father Kaman said with an awkward smile: "But since you are a disbeliever, it doesn't matter whether you are heresy or not, isn't it?"

Trying to debate with a seminary-educated priest was obviously asking for trouble. Winters was very tired and wanted to rest as soon as possible, too lazy to talk nonsense with the charlatan in front of him.

He yawned and said helplessly: "In this way... can you bring me a meeting first?"

"Okay!" Father Kaman stood up happily: "Then let's just say that."

After saying that, Kaman left without looking back, not even saying goodbye.

Winters wanted to call the other party but failed. Lieutenant Montane smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Why is this determined?"

...

The next day.

Langtun Town Office.

Gillard and Winters were both stunned.

"Mr. Kaman, are you sure you're not kidding me?" Winters tried to control his emotions and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "This...this monk Reed...is at least seventy years old?"

Gillard Mitchell couldn't help but nodded.
Chapter completed!