Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"General, the Major is deaf."

Hearing Winters' words, Major General Leighton was shocked. His eyebrows were raised, his pupils were slightly dilated, and he kept asking: "What's going on? Why are you deaf?"

Who could make Major Moritz, a spellcaster and swordsman, deaf?

Of course it is himself.

The thunder on the dock filled Winters's ears with a faint scream until now. The deafening thunder was not Zeus venting his anger, nor was Thor swinging his hammer, but the major's. The effect of an angry shout blessed by the sound blast technique.

Burst sound spell and amplification spell are both sound spells. Burst sound spell is simply a powerful, strengthened, and then strengthened version of amplification spell.

The amplification technique only amplifies a person's speaking voice several times, and is mostly used to convey commands; while the sound blasting technique makes the voice have the power of thunder, which can destroy a person's balance ability. If the amplification technique is like a small water pipe fire door gun, the sound blast technique is the legendary Urban stone cannon.

This powerful sound blast drove away the black-robed assassin and saved Winters' life.

But it also made Winters still have tinnitus to this day, and it also directly shattered the major's own eardrums.

The Sound Spell is recognized as the most powerful sound spell, but also the least practical.

The sound blast spell is an indiscriminate attack. The closer you are to the source of the sound, the more powerful the spell is.

And generally speaking, who are the people closest to the sound source? The caster himself, of course.

Especially in a situation like the Major where he is both the caster and the sound source, no matter how powerful the sound blast is, the one who suffers the most serious damage will always be the caster himself.

This is why the Burst Sound technique currently lacks practicality.

On the dock pier, after Winters realized that the major was a spell caster, he saw the major's ears bleeding, and immediately realized that the major had directly used the sound blast spell without wearing any protective equipment in order to save himself.

He explained to the major general and his classmates the principle of the sound boom technique and the situation of the major's eardrums being shattered in both ears as concisely as possible. Everyone was in awe after hearing this.

"You can use paper and pen to communicate with the major. The major just can't hear the voice now. There shouldn't be any problem in speaking and reading." Winters frowned and gave a solution. He was now full of guilt and apology for the major, because The suave Major Moritz turned into such a miserable state just to save him.

When everyone heard that it was indeed a good idea, they hurriedly got paper and pen.

Major General Leighton dictated, Winters wrote, the quill made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the paper, and a line of text flowed from the tip of the pen: Major Moritz, Leighton da Castel is talking to you, please yourself Make a judgment, have you regained consciousness now?

The major stared at the paper and nodded.

Another line: Do you still remember who we are now?

The major nodded again.

The third line of text: What does the number 4 represent?

The major's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled helplessly. He took the quill from Winters' hand and wrote crookedly: I just feel dizzy and tired now, but my sanity is fine.

Winters took the quill back and continued to translate Major General Leighton's words into words: Can you hear the sound now?

The major shook his head slightly.

Winters continued to transcribe: You may be deaf now.

The major's expression was as calm as a deep lake, and he nodded lightly. He seemed to be saying with his eyes: I know everything, I understand everything.

Major General Leighton asked again: Can you speak now?

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Major Moritz's mouth again. The major cleared his throat and answered loudly at three times the usual volume: "I can't hear now! I can't control the volume of my speech! I can speak! But I can't speak now!" Prefer not to say!"

Major General Leighton asked a few more trivial questions, and Major Moritz answered them one by one.

Seeing that Major Moritz had indeed regained his consciousness, Major General Leighton's frown relaxed a little. Seeing that the major was still very tired, he asked the major if he wanted to leave this "room".

After receiving the reply of rejection, Major General Leighton left the major in the care of the warrant officers, left the cell resolutely, and apparently went to the customs bureaucrats to spit on him again.

Winters originally wanted the tired major to have a good rest, but he didn't expect the major to force himself up and refused to lie down. He signaled the warrant officers to help him to the wall so that he could sit up against the wall.

The first level of official college is crushing to death, let alone the fourth level of official college. Even for the sake of the major's own health, Winters could only give a feeble "writing advice": You should have a good rest.

The Major took away the quill: I'm fine, I just need to know where we are now, I have some questions that need to be answered.

Winters fetched another quill: Have you ever used the Burst Technique before? Can your hearing recover?

Seeing the worried look on Winters' face, the major smiled and wrote: I am not completely deaf. I can still hear the sound of teeth colliding, which proves that I only have damaged eardrums. I have experienced this situation once. My hearing will recover after a period of practice, so don't worry.

Seeing that the major personally confirmed that his hearing could be restored, Winters finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more at ease.

The major moved his pen slightly and asked in detail about the Skua's experience after it docked.

Although Winters wanted the major to rest, he could only follow his wishes and answer them one by one in as concise words as possible.

The two people started a conversation with their pens as their mouths, repeating the process of asking and answering.

As more and more information was obtained, the major seemed to be in better and better spirits, and even drank a glass of red wine midway.

After understanding what Winters and the other warrant officers knew, the major closed his eyes and tapped the paper with his fingers rhythmically. The warrant officers looked at each other in confusion as the major wandered away.

The major seemed to fall into a trance. After a while, he opened his eyes again.

This time his eyes regained their former brightness, and he quickly wrote a line of words on the paper: In this way, we suffered an unreasonable disaster this time.

The major was right, Winters wrote: Yes, the assassins were clearly targeting those passengers, we were just involved. Now that the customs can't find the assassin, they won't let us go. Maybe they want us to take the blame.

A contemptuous snort came from the major's nose. He shook his head indifferently and wrote: Let me tell you to relax, this matter has nothing to do with us. The customs can't do anything to us. Has the military got the news?

Winters nodded and wrote: One of the conditions for our "cooperation with the investigation" is that we must notify the Department of the Army.

Although Major Moritz looked unhappy, his expression was very relaxed. He smiled and wrote: Then tomorrow at the latest, the customs will let us go. If those high-ranking military officials provide snacks, maybe we can go home tonight.

Major Moritz's confidence infected the warrant officers and ignited a fire of hope in their hearts. Hope is the most precious thing. With hope, even being trapped in this prison will be too difficult.

The major's pen tip moved slightly: "Let everyone rest, don't crowd around me, I'm fine." You should eat and drink. Just wait until you go home.

After the warrant officers got their words, they sat back in the cell in groups of twos and threes, looking for ways to pass the time.

Winters was just about to help the major lie back down on the straw bed to rest, but he suddenly remembered something, a piece of information that might be important, a piece of information that he didn't know if he could let his classmates know.

He glanced around and saw that other people's attention was no longer here. Even Bud and Andre returned to their luggage. Then he picked up the quill again, dipped it in ink, took out a new piece of paper, and wrote quietly to the major: You are an Army spell caster, right?

Major Moritz didn't know why and nodded doubtfully.

Winters continued: The assassin fired a shot at you. If I read correctly, you used deflection to deflect the bullet, right?

The major nodded again.

Winters continues: Deflection is a very difficult spell, right?

The major was thoughtful. He seemed to have a premonition of what Winters wanted to say, and he pursed his lips and nodded.

Winters looked around again to make sure that only the major and himself could see the paper in his hand. He hesitated again and again, but finally made up his mind and wrote: There are also spellcasters among the four travelers.

The major frowned and raised his chin slightly to signal Winters to continue writing.

Winters started writing quickly, and the handwriting became sloppy: If I read correctly, one of the guards of the four passengers also used deflection on the dock. The musket was fired at him at close range, but hit the ground.

The major's expression became serious, and he stared directly at Winters. Winters read what the major wanted to say from those eyes: Are you sure?

Winterstein nodded firmly and firmly. He saw with his own eyes that the black-robed assassin's musket was pointed directly at the guard, but the projectile incredibly hit the stone slab on the dock floor. His writing became firm: I am sure what I saw is not true. Wrong, other people should have seen it, but I dare not confirm with them.

Major Moritz breathed out heavily. Apparently Winters' expression and attitude convinced him that Winters was not telling lies. The major grinded his teeth, tore off the last two paragraphs of Winters' words from the paper neatly, tore them into small pieces and threw them into his mouth. He picked up the wine glass and drank the shredded paper down.

Winters stared dumbfoundedly at the major's "destruction of evidence" and was stunned for a moment.

Major Moritz put down his wine glass and quickly wrote this paragraph on the paper: Don't tell anyone, don't let the customs people know, we will discuss this matter after we leave here.

The major paused and added: confidential discussion.

Winters nodded knowingly. In the Senas Alliance, magicians are only owned by the Army, and the spellcaster training system is basically an exclusive patent of the Army. If the customs is informed that one of the conflicting parties at the dock has a spellcaster, the customs will never give up.

The major smiled and wrote another sentence: Just in case, you should also eat the remaining paper.

————I am the dividing line that destroys corpses and eliminates traces————

Bud was surprised to see Winters, who was walking back from the major, taking a sip of the major's wine from a wine glass. He widened his eyes and asked Winters, "Don't you don't drink?"

Warrant Officer Montagne let out a long burp and replied angrily: "I choked."

"What does choking have to do with drinking?" Bud was confused.

"Push down."

"Can't you just drink water?"

"Drinking this wine makes me feel happy."

"Are you drunk?" These inexplicable answers made Bud dumbfounded. He looked up at the other end of the cell and asked, "How is Major Moritz?"

"Hmph, I'm fine." Winters said with a hint of gunpowder, "I fell asleep again."

Bud was even more confused: "What's wrong with you? It seems that you suddenly have a strong opinion against the major."

Beside Bud, Andre covered his face with a hat and was sleeping soundly.

"It's okay." Winters pushed Bud and Andre to both sides and lay down on the ground: "Move your butt and make room for me. I'll take a nap too."

Accompanied by the feeling of fullness brought by plant fiber and the slight drunkenness caused by alcohol, Winters quickly entered a state between sleep and wakefulness. He could still perceive the sounds from the outside world, but his consciousness had already Almost falling into chaos, he will fall asleep completely after a while.

At this critical moment, he heard someone shouting: "Who is Winters Montagne? Who is Mr. Winters Montagne?"

Winters woke up suddenly when he heard someone calling his name. He sat up straight, patted his head, and spent a few seconds trying to regain consciousness.

After his brain resumed functioning, Winters responded in a very unkind tone with an aura of getting out of bed: "I'm Montagne, what's the matter?"

"Please come out." The cell door creaked open, and the cell leader said kindly, "Someone wants to see you alone."

Upon hearing this, Winters' heartbeat first stagnated, and then suddenly accelerated.

His mind was racing, and one thought after another flashed through his mind, "You want to interrogate me alone? Did the customs people see what I just wrote? Someone snitched? The customs is so evil? Should I wake up the major first?"

There were random thoughts in his mind, but Winters still pretended to be very calm on the surface, like a person who had just woken up, and asked lazily: "Who wants to see me? What's the matter?"

The cell leader did not answer, but repeated again in a nice way: "Please come out, someone wants to see you alone."

Winters thought miserably: "It seems there is no way to escape today's level. How did the customs know what I wrote? It's really (expletive) evil!"

But fortunately the major had foresight and all the evidence had been destroyed. Winters made up his mind that either the customs would cut open his and the major's stomachs, or he would refuse to let go and admit nothing.

With an idea in mind, Winters stood up calmly and straightened his appearance.

Bud frowned and asked the cell leader: "Why, are you still going to torture me?"

"He dares?" Andre shouted and jumped up from the ground. It turned out that this guy had not fallen asleep.

The cell leader still didn't say a word, he just raised his arm and made a gesture of invitation.

Winters patted Bud and Andre on the shoulders to reassure them, loosened his collar, and walked out of the cell with a sneer under the gaze of his contemporaries.

The cell leader walked ahead without saying a word and led the way. Each cell had two levels of cell doors. Winters followed the cell leader through the two cell doors and entered a long corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, There are cell doors at regular intervals.

The Anti-Smuggling Division's prison is a single-story independent building, and the large cell where the warrant officers are located is just one of the places used to hold petty criminals. The environment is one of the best, so we made room to "invite" this group of army officers to stay temporarily.

There were many worse cells and customs houses than this, and they were all full of people.

The Customs is an important source of revenue for the Republic and has independent anti-smuggling law enforcement powers granted by the Senate.

Because cross-border smuggling is tantamount to poaching the Customs, the Customs' anti-smuggling efforts are so intense that the Anti-Smuggling Department even built a special prison to detain the smugglers they caught.

The tax collectors hated the smugglers as deeply as the merchants hated the tax collectors.

Winters followed the cell leader through one cell door after another, exited through the small door at the end of the corridor, and was taken deeper into the prison.

Until the cell leader stopped in front of a small door and made a gesture to invite you to enter the urn.

Winters was a little scared, but there was no trace of panic on his face. He swallowed secretly and pushed open the wooden door with disdain.

There were no various torture instruments in the room as he imagined. There was only a square table in the middle with four chairs.

There was a middle-aged man sitting behind the square table, playing with a knife.

This man is tall and thin, with a big frame and big eyes, a pair of dragon eyes looking at the gods, and his facial features are all noble.

Winters knew the man, and not only did Winters know the man, but the man knew Winters, even when Winters was a baby.

Winters' eyes widened and his mouth opened. He was about to blurt out "Uncle" but he swallowed it down.

But he still couldn't suppress his inner surprise and called out another familiar title:

"Lieutenant Colonel?!"

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Excerpt from "Winters' Spellbook: Acceleration Spells"

Spell Name: Wright's Deflection

Description: The advanced version of flying arrow technique uses magic to accelerate bullets, arrows and other objects in the normal direction, causing them to deviate from their original trajectory.

Difficulty: A (extremely difficult). To use spells instantly and accurately on high-speed moving objects requires extremely high explosive power, accuracy and casting range.

Notes: After learning this technique, it is difficult for bullets and arrows to penetrate (but it should be impossible to prevent plots from behind).

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Excerpt from "Winters' Spellbook: Sound Spells"

Spell name: Winged's sonic blast

Description: A more powerful amplification technique that can frighten the enemy, shatter the enemy's eardrums, and destroy the enemy's balance.

Difficulty: B (difficult) The caster needs to have extremely strong spell explosive power, otherwise it will just be a roar. The power of the spell increases with the increase of the spell explosive power.

Notes: This spell really has too many slots. If it cannot solve the technical problem of "injuring the enemy eight hundred and damaging yourself two thousand", then this spell will never be able to be put into actual combat.

P.S: Each spell caster has his own spell book, which is used to record the spells learned and his own original spells, as well as some practical experience.