Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 33

   "General, the major is deaf."

   Hearing Winters' words, Major General Layton paled in shock. His eyebrows were high and his pupils were slightly dilated, and he kept asking, "What's the matter? Why are you deaf?"

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

   is naturally himself.

The thunder on the pier made Winters' ears fill with a faint screech until now. The deafening thunder was not Zeus venting his anger, nor Thor wielding his hammer, but the Major's. The effect of an angry shout being blessed by the sound of violent sound.

  Breaking Sound and Amplifying Sound belong to the same category of sound spells. To put it simply, Sonic Sound is a power-enhancing, strengthening, and re-enhancing version of the amplifying technique.

  Amplification only amplifies the voice of a person several times, and is more used to convey commands; while the storm sound technique needs to make the voice have the power of thunder, which can destroy the balance ability of a person. If it is said that the amplification technique is a small water-pipe fire door gun, the storm sound technique is the legendary urban stone cannon.

   This amazingly powerful sound of thunder beat the black-robed assassin and saved Winters' life.

   But it also made Winters still tinnitus until now, and at the same time, it directly burst the major's own eardrum.

   Storm Sound is the most powerful, but also the least practical, sound spell.

  Burst Sound is an indiscriminate attack. The closer you are to the sound source, the greater the spell's power.

  Which people are generally the closest to the source? Of course the caster himself.

  Especially in the case of Major who is both the caster and the sound source, then no matter how powerful the blasting sound is, the caster himself will always suffer the most serious damage.

   This is the reason why the Storm Sound Technique currently lacks practicality.

  On the pier trestle, after realizing that the major was a spell caster, Winters saw the major's ears bleeding, and immediately realized that the major used the storm sound technique without wearing any protective gear in order to save himself.

   He explained to the major general and his classmates the principle of the typhoon technique and the situation that the major’s eardrums were broken as succinctly as possible.

"You can use a pen and paper to communicate with the major. The major just can't hear the sound now. There should be no problem with speaking and recognizing." Winters frowned and gave a solution. He is now full of guilt and apology for the major, because The suave Major Moritz is now in this tragic state to save him.

   Everyone heard that it was indeed a good idea, and they hurriedly fetched the pen and paper.

Major General Layton dictated, written by Winters, the quill rubbed against the surface of the paper and salsa, a line of words flowed from the tip of the pen: Major Moritz, Layton da Castell is talking to you, please yourself Judge, have you regained consciousness now?

Major    stared at the paper and nodded.

   is another line of words: Do you still remember who we are now?

Major    nodded again.

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

   The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he smiled helplessly, took the quill from Winters, and wrote crookedly: I just feel dizzy and tired now, but my sanity is fine.

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

Major    shook his head slightly.

   Winters continues to transcribe: You may be deaf now.

Major   's expression was as calm as a deep lake, he nodded lightly, and he seemed to say with his eyes: I know it all, I understand it all.

Major General    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 replied loudly at three times the volume he normally speaks: "I can't hear a voice now! I can't control the volume of my speaking! I can speak! But now I Prefer not to say!"

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

   Seeing that Major Moritz had indeed recovered his sanity, Major General Layton's knitted brows stretched a little. Seeing that the major was still very tired, he asked the major if he wanted to leave the "room".

   After receiving the refusal reply, Major General Layton left the major to the warrant officers to take care of him, and left the cell resolutely. It seemed that he went to the customs bureaucrats to spit again.

   Winters originally wanted the tired major to rest, but he didn't expect the major to force himself to lie down. He motioned the warrant officers to help him to the edge of the wall, so that he could lean against the wall and sit up.

  The first grade of the official college crushes people, let alone the fourth grade of the official college. Even for the sake of the major's own health, Winters could only helplessly "recommend": You should rest well.

Major    took the quill: I'm fine, I just need to know where we are, I have some questions to answer.

   Winters fetched another quill: Have you ever used typhoon before? Can your hearing recover?

   Seeing Winters looking worried, the major smiled and wrote: I'm not completely deaf, and I can still hear the sound of teeth clashing, which proves that I just have a damaged eardrum. I have experienced this situation once. After a period of training, my hearing will recover, 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.

Major    moved the tip of his pen slightly and inquired in detail about the experience after the Skull docked.

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

   The two people started a dialogue with the pen as the mouth, repeating the process of asking and answering.

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

   After learning what Winters and the other warrant officers knew, the major closed his eyes and tapped the paper rhythmically with his fingers.

Major    seemed to have fallen asleep, and after a while, he reopened his eyes.

   This time, his eyes regained their former splendor, and he picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line on the paper: In this way, we have suffered an innocent disaster this time.

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

   A contemptuous snort came from the major's nose. He shook his head nonchalantly and wrote: "Tell everyone to relax, this matter has nothing to do with us, the customs can't help us, has the military got the news?

   Winters nodded and wrote: One of our conditions for "cooperating with the investigation" is that the War Department must be notified.

Major   Moritz looked very relaxed although his face was not good. He smiled and wrote: Then tomorrow at the latest, the customs will have to let us go. If those senior officials in the military serve snacks, maybe we will go home tonight.

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

Major   's pen tip moved slightly: Let everyone rest, don't surround me, I'm fine. You should eat, drink, and wait until you get home.

  The warrant officers got the word, and in twos and threes, they sat back in the cell to find ways to pass the time.

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

   He glanced around and saw that other people's attention was no longer here, and even Bud and Andre went back to their luggage. He picked up the quill again, dipped it in ink, took out a new piece of paper, and silently wrote it to the major: You are an Army spellcaster, right?

   Major Moritz nodded in confusion.

   Winters continued: The assassin shot you, if I read it right, you deflected the bullet with a deflector, right?

Major    nodded again.

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

Major    was very thoughtful. He seemed to have a slight premonition of what Winters wanted to say, and nodded with pursed lips.

   Winters looked around again, making sure that only the major and himself could see the paper in their hands. He hesitated again and again, but decided to write: There were also spellcasters among the four travelers.

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

  Winters wrote quickly, and the handwriting became scribbled: If I read it correctly, one of the guards among the four passengers also used the deflection technique on the dock. The musket shot at him at close range, but hit the ground.

Major   's expression became solemn, his eyes fixed on Winters. Winters read in those eyes what the major wanted to say: Are you sure?

Winterstein nodded swayingly and firmly. He saw with his own eyes that the black-robed assassin's musket was clearly pointed at the guard, but the projectile hit the stone slab on the ground of the dock inconceivably. His brushstrokes became firm: I'm sure what I saw didn't Wrong, other people should have seen it, but I dare not confirm with them.

Major    Moritz let out a heavy breath, apparently convinced by Winters' expression and attitude that he believed that Winters was not lying. The major gritted his teeth, and neatly tore the last two paragraphs of Winters from the paper, cut them into small pieces, and threw them into his mouth. He picked up the wine glass and poured the shredded paper down.

   Winters stared dumbfounded at the Major "Destroy the Evidence" and was stunned for a while.

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

Major    paused and added: Secret discussion.

   Winters nodded knowingly. In the Senas Alliance, magicians only have the army's sole share, and the spellcaster training system is basically the exclusive patent of the army. If the customs know that there is a spellcaster on the side of the conflict on the dock, the customs will never give up.

Major    smiled and wrote another sentence: Just in case, you should eat the rest of the paper.

  ——I am the dividing line of the destruction of the corpse——

  Bud watched in amazement that Winters, who was walking back from the major's side, was drinking the major's wine with a glass of wine. He widened his eyes and asked Winters, "Don't you drink?"

   Warrant Officer Montagne hiccupped and replied angrily, "I choked."

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

   "Push down."

   "Can't you drink water?"

   "Drinking this wine makes me happy."

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

   "Well, it's alright." Winters said with a hint of gunpowder: "Sleep again."

  Bud was even more confused: "What's the matter with you? It seems that you suddenly have a big opinion on the major."

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

   "Support." Winters pushed Bud and Andre to both sides, and also lay down on the ground: "Move your butt, give me some space, and I will sleep for a while."

With the satiety brought by plant fibers and the slight intoxication caused by alcohol, Winters stumbled and quickly entered a state between sleep and wakefulness. He could still perceive external sounds, but his consciousness was already Almost into chaos, and after a while he will fall asleep completely.

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

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

  After the brain resumed operation, Winters responded in a very bad tone: "I'm Montagne, what's the matter?"

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

   Hearing this, Winters' heartbeat first stagnated, then suddenly accelerated.

   His thoughts were like electricity, and one thought after another flashed in his mind, "Want to arraign me alone? Someone from the customs saw what I just wrote? Someone told me? The customs is so evil? Do you want to wake up the major first."

  's thoughts kept running in his mind, but Winters was still pretending 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 didn't answer, but repeated it again in a friendly way: "Please come out, someone wants to see you alone."

   Winters thought sadly: "It seems that this customs can't be avoided today. How does the customs know what I wrote? It's really (expletive) evil!"

   But fortunately, the Major has the foresight, and all the evidence has been destroyed. Winters made up his mind, either Customs would open the stomachs of himself and the major, or he would bite to death and admit nothing.

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

  Bud frowned, and asked the cell boss aloud, "Why, do you still want to punish you?"

   "Does he dare?" Andre jumped up from the ground with a loud shout. It turned out that this guy hadn't fallen asleep.

   The cell leader still didn't say a single extra sentence, just raised his arm and made a gesture of please.

   Winters patted Bud and Andre on the shoulders, signaling them to be relieved, loosening his neckline, and walked out of the cell with a sneer under the watchful eyes of the contemporaries.

The head of the cell led the way without saying a word. Each cell had two doors. Winters followed the head through the two doors and entered a long corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor were There is a prison door every other distance.

The prison of the    Anti-Smuggling Division 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 I made time to "please" these army officers to stay temporarily.

   There are many worse cells at customs, and they are all full of people.

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

  Because cross-border smuggling is like digging the corner of the customs, the customs' anti-smuggling efforts are very strong, so big that the anti-smuggling company even built a special prison to detain the smugglers they caught.

  The hatred of tax collectors against smugglers is as deep as the hatred of merchants against tax collectors.

  Winters followed the cell leader through cell door after cell door, passed 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 panic in his expression. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pushed open the wooden door with disdain.

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

   A middle-aged man is sitting behind the square table, playing with a knife.

   This person is tall and thin, with a big skeleton and big eyes, a pair of dragon eyes looking forward to life, and his facial features are all noble.

   Winters knew this man, not only Winters knew this man, this man knew Winters, even when Winters was a baby this man knew Winters.

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

   But he still couldn't restrain his surprise and called out another familiar name:

   "Lieutenant Colonel?!"

  …

   Excerpt from Winters' Spellbook: Haste Spell-like

  Spell Name: Wright's Deflection

  Description: The advanced version of the Flying Arrow Technique uses magic to accelerate bullets, arrows and other objects in the normal direction, making them deviate from the original trajectory.

   Difficulty: A (extremely difficult), to use spells on high-speed moving objects accurately in an instant, it requires extremely high explosive power, accuracy and casting range.

  Note: After learning this technique, it is difficult for bullets to penetrate (but it should be impossible to guard against back plotting).

  …

   Excerpt from Winters' Spellbook: Sound Spell-like

  Spell Name: Yed's Sound Blast

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

   Difficulty: B (difficult) requires the caster to have a very strong spell explosive power, otherwise it is just a roar, and the spell power increases with the increase of the spell explosive power.

  Note: This spell is really useless. If it can't solve the technical problem of "injuring the enemy 800 and losing 2,000", then this spell will never really be put into actual combat.

  P.S: Each spellcaster has his own spellbook, which is used to record the learned spells and his own original spells, as well as some actual combat experience.

   (end of this chapter)