Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Major Moritz took out a small silver coin from somewhere and played with it in his hand. The silver coins moved deftly between his fingers, appearing and disappearing. Winters didn't notice this, but Andre's mind was completely attracted by the major's magical skills. He thought to himself: Don't play dice with this senior, otherwise you will definitely lose your pants.

Although you have several traumas on your body, your coma is obviously not caused by trauma. Other spellcasting students also fell into coma without these traumas. Major Moritz pondered for a while and said some of his observations. thing.

Only then did Winters realize that the other unconscious students around him were actually sea blue caster students from the same class as him. After counting, it seems that they are all here.

All the spellcasters passed out last night? Winters asked tentatively.

It's not last night, it's the night before. You've been unconscious for nearly two days. Major Moritz informed Winters of the current situation without reservation: The federal province said that almost all spellcasters have lost their consciousness. Consciousness, but we don’t know whether what they said is true or false. I can only be sure of one thing. When we came to pick up the trainee officers yesterday, all the sea blue caster trainees fell into a deep coma.

Major Moritz seemed to have thought of something and chuckled: That's why General Layton is so angry.

Yes, Winters, you haven't seen it. It's an eye-opener for me. Andre added happily on the side: This is the first time I have seen Minister Cornelis being scolded so badly. , but couldn’t say a word.”

If it weren't for Cornelius, why send a major general to pick up the students? Major Moritz was also very happy. Obviously, Minister Cornelis being scolded by Major General Leighton was also Major Moritz's recent source of happiness.

Winters remembered the whipping he received while on duty the night before, and his favorable impression of Major General Leighton suddenly increased.

Cornelius has a bad temper, a fierce personality, and fierce methods of doing things. The soldiers respected and feared him, but in terms of daily interactions, he was indeed very unpopular. However, he is very capable, and it is rare that he suffers a defeat. Winters regretted not being able to witness Colonel Cornelis being reprimanded.

Let's talk about your current situation. Major Moritz turned the topic to Winters again: I have seen many injured spellcasters, but I have never seen you in this situation.

Major Moritz pointed at Winters and the other unconscious students: You did not fall into a coma due to external injuries. We have no way of knowing what kind of internal injuries you suffered. But since you can wake up, others should be able to recover on their own.

Didn't anyone else wake up? I remember I woke up once. Winters asked quickly. He was sure that he had a sober memory and it was not a hallucination.

Some people didn't wake up even once, and some people woke up once like you. They took medicine and fell asleep again. Major Moritz said while fiddling with the silver coins.

Medicine! By the way, someone fed me medicine! Winters suddenly remembered that he had drank a slightly bitter liquid.

That's not actually medicine. It's a sleeping aid I blended. I don't know if it's useful. I hope it can help you fall asleep, so I mixed two sleeping aids and gave you a little. Major Moritz explained to the two warrant officers what kind of sleep aid he used:

I have severe insomnia. The Fremen will dry the roots of a plant, grind them and drink them to treat insomnia. I happen to have a little powder they use here; the natives of the Far Western Colony of the Pseudo-Muro Empire like to chew a Planting leaves to induce a state of calm, the natives claim to communicate with their ancestors in this way, and I happened to have some dried leaves of this kind.

After you woke up for the first time, you were obviously in great pain. It would be better to keep you in a coma than to do this, so I tried to mix these two things and feed them to you to help you return to sleep. Fortunately it works.

Only then did Winters realize who had helped him. The last time he woke up, Winters was in so much pain that he wanted to roll on the floor, but this time he could bear it. He said gratefully: The medicine you prepared must be useful. I I feel much better than the last time I was sober. Thank you, senior.

No, no, no, you are wrong. It's not my medicine that helped you, and the medicine I mixed is not medicine, it's just a sleeping aid. Major Moritz waved his hand gently, and he said his Speculation: My sleep aid will not repair your body, your body will repair your body.

Repair the body? Winters didn't understand what the major was talking about.

I think that you fell into a coma because you suffered a serious injury somewhere in your body. It's just that there is no external injury, and outsiders can't see it. This kind of invisible injury can only rely on your body's self-healing ability. When will your body What about self-healing? I guess it's when you're comatose or asleep.

That is, when you lose consciousness, your body is actually stepping up to repair itself. And when you are awake, the severe pain caused by the injury will hinder the body's self-repair process. So I help you enter a sleep state so that your body can have more time to repair itself.

Major Moritz's explanation was simple and easy for Winters to understand.

Winters said tentatively: If I want to recover faster, I should sleep more?

If what I think is correct, that's the case. Major Moritz nodded.

Can you give me some more sleep aid? Sleeping is Winters' favorite physical activity.

No more. I only have a little stock of these two sleeping aids. They were originally used to treat my insomnia, but now they are all used up for you. Major Moritz helplessly spread his hands: But...

No matter which language in the world, anything that comes before but can be considered nonsense.

But... Major Moritz said with a smile: I have another method that can approximate the effect of drug sleep aid. You can try it.

Uh...thank you, senior. Winters didn't know why, so he could only nod in thanks.

Don't thank me, you should thank your classmates who have been taking care of you these two days. It is your classmates who have been with you the whole time. Senior Moritz reminded Winters.

Winters quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Andre: Thank you so much.

No, no, no, don't thank me... Andre stood up hurriedly and explained sheepishly: I just changed my shift in less than an hour. It was Bud who was taking care of you before. He survived. I couldn’t bear it any longer for the day, so I just went to bed.”

What? Bud?

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The weather was clear, the waves were high, and the colorful flags were flying on the pilot mast.

This clipper ship full of sea blue trainee officers has sailed out of the rainy area. The trainees no longer have to be trapped in the dark and damp cabin. Everyone ran to the upper deck to breathe.

Taking advantage of the nice weather, Winters and Bud were also enjoying the sea breeze on the upper deck.

Did you know that you drank back what you spit into the cup last night? Bud asked with a smile.

Don't mention it, please... I feel like vomiting even just thinking about it. The hangover made Winters feel that his brain hurt. This time it was not phantom limb pain caused by the use of magic, but real pain. Headache.

After truly understanding Major Moritz's alternative therapy, Winters understood how unreliable first impressions can be. Being gentle and polite is just the major's disguise, while excessive drinking is the major's true nature.

What the major said could replace sleeping aids was alcohol. To approximate the effect of sleeping aids would be to drink to the point of amnesia.

Moreover, what the major likes is not wine and ale, but rum, the liquor favored by lower-class sailors.

Since sugar cane was introduced from the Far East, large and small sugar cane plantations have sprung up on the island chain outside the Gulf of Seine.

Rum, as a by-product of the sugar industry, also became popular in the Senas Bay area, and I don’t know when it became Major Moritz’s favorite.

In the name of treatment, Major Moritz, who was worried about having no drinking friends, drank Winters until he was unconscious, and he did fulfill his promise to help Winters approximately achieve the effect of using drugs to help sleep.

So how do you feel now? Because Winters was almost drunk to death, Bud was curious about the effect of Major Moritz's therapy.

I have a headache, nausea, and want to vomit now. Winters weakly held on to the side of the boat.

I'm asking about magic.

Then I think the major's theory still makes some sense. Sleep can indeed repair the third hand. Winters also had to admit that the pain from the inexplicable source was reduced every time he woke up from sleep: By the way, you Have you got any gunpowder?

Here. Bud took out a small horn tube from his satchel: I asked the captain for some gunpowder, and he gave me a dime. I will give it back to him after you use it.

Winters took the powder cartridge, unplugged it, and poured a little gunpowder onto the side of the ship. Then he recalled the feeling of using fire magic, maintained the spell-casting gesture, and tried to use the fire spell to ignite the small pile of gunpowder in front of him.

Using the fire spell to ignite gunpowder is a skill that spellcasters must learn when starting out. It can be said to be the easiest effect to achieve.

But the gunpowder was not ignited as Winters expected. Instead, Winters' phantom limb pain, which had gradually subsided, erupted again.

Winters was shaking all over from the pain. He felt a little unsteady on his feet, so he held his hands on the freeboard and waited for the pain to subside.

Bud quickly went to pour a glass of strong wine for Winters: There is no need to try to use magic in such a hurry. Don't worry, your magic ability is definitely still there. Doesn't the gradual subsidence of your phantom limb pain mean that your magic ability is gradually recovering? ?

I just gave it a try, but I didn't expect to recover so quickly. Winters held the wine glass in his hand, but did not drink: It seems that I can only recover slowly.

I think it's quite vivid for you to call your spell talents 'third hand' and 'fifth limb'. Bard said thoughtfully: Look, isn't it because you strained your muscles by exerting too much force?

Hahahaha. This wonderful metaphor made Winters laugh: You are right, I have a 'magic muscle' strain now. Not only is it a muscle strain, I feel like my tendons are almost stretched. broken.

After laughing, Winters said to Bud: By the way, you also said that you must be assigned overseas. Look, aren't you coming to the Seablue Republic now?

I did take the initiative to apply for overseas dispatch, and I didn't expect that I would be assigned to Veneta in the end. Not being sent overseas, Bud was in a good mood: This year is also a special situation. There is no overseas dispatch. They all stayed in the mainland. But I always feel a little weird...

Don't think so much. It's better to go to Hailan than to be sent overseas. Winters was still optimistic: Don't worry, the Hailan Army will not deliberately exclude people from the United Provinces. Besides, there is still me, so don't worry.

I actually don't care about regional discrimination, because no matter where you are, it is the poor who are the most discriminated against. Bud's perspective is always unique, but his attitude has always been peaceful.

Don't be so negative. We have finally become officers from cadets. We must celebrate when we get to Aquamarine City. Winters patted Bader's shoulder hard, accidentally causing the stab wound on his right arm.

Master officer, do you still want to drink this wine? A sudden voice interrupted the chat between Winters and Bud.

It was a sailor who interrupted. The sailor's skin has been tanned by the two suns all year round, and only the whites of his eyes are exposed. The hair is stuck together, it must have been a long time since it was washed. He rubbed his hands and looked longingly at the wine glass in Winters' hand.

You can drink if you want. Winters handed the wine glass to the sailor. Winters didn't like drinking at first. In fact, there was no clean fresh water on the ship: But I'm not a gentleman, just call me Winters. , this is Warrant Officer Bard. There have been no masters in this land for a long time, and the aristocracy was overthrown twenty-seven years ago.

Thank you, Mr. Officer. Thank you, Mr. Officer. The sailor kept bowing like pounding garlic, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, letting out a sigh of relief. Although the Alliance eliminated the nobles twenty-seven years ago, many people still have a place for the nobles in their hearts.

Don't call me Master, just call me Winters. This sailor brother, I just have a question to ask. In fact, since waking up today, Winters has been having a doubt, and now there happens to be a sailor Can answer.

You say it, you say it. The sailor nodded hurriedly.

Why do I feel like we are heading east? Winters judged the direction of the ship from the trajectory of the sun and found something strange.

Yes, we are heading east. The sailor's tone was as if someone was asking him if one plus one equals two?

What? Now it was Winters and Bud's turn to be dumbfounded.

The land of Senas Bay is roughly in the shape of a semicircle. The United Provinces Republic occupies the northern half of the semicircle, and the Seablue Republic occupies the southern half of the semicircle. Hailan City is located in the south of Guitu City and faces Guitu City across the sea. This is common geographical knowledge.

But the sailor in front of me actually said: The ship is not heading south, but heading east.

Winters took the boat for two full days before he realized that this was not the route home.

Then where are we going? Wen Tesla grabbed the sailor's clothes and asked.

Of course, Sir Officer, we are going to Tanilia.