After returning from Qianmin Street, Lieutenant Colonel Field held the first meeting of the officers of the Army Headquarters Gendarmerie Department at Moritz's apartment.

Number of participants: three; Host: Lieutenant Colonel Field; Clerk: Warrant Officer Montagne.

[Because Major Moritz's hearing has not yet recovered, what he said to Major Moritz in this chapter is all written by Winters for Major Moritz to be shown to Major Moritz after being recorded by Winters, so I will not repeat it again.]

"Senior, we have only three people in total. The major can't hear anything. Don't be so serious, right?" Winters said with laughter while writing the meeting minutes. He had already started to change his words and call him senior. After going to Qianmin Street once, he became closer to two official officers from the Gendarmerie Department.

"This is the first meeting of all officers of the Gendarmerie Department, of course it must be formal." Field said with a smile: "If you want to convene a meeting of all officers, you need at least three officers. Before, there were only two of me and Moritz in the Gendarmerie Department, so this meeting has never been held. Now, you are just three... Hello, don't remember these words in the meeting minutes."

Winters began to tick off the text he had just recorded: "Does the warrant officer count? I am not a formal officer yet."

"The Regulations do not stipulate that warrant officers do not count, so don't be so rigid. As an intern, it's just a process."

"I'll ask you, have you never been to the trainee officer before me?"

“Haha, no.”

Moritz, who was curled up on the recliner covered with a thin blanket, snored very abnormally. Although the major lost his hearing temporarily and could only sense some blurry sounds through bone conduction, his sleep quality was better because of this.

Field slammed the hat in dissatisfaction at Moritz's face.

The major woke up in shock, wiped his saliva and sat up, and asked at a loss: "Have you finished the meeting?"

"[The swear words that can make the saint in the portrait cover their ears]...Don't even write swear words in the meeting minutes!"

"Okay." Winters hooked off the text he had just written again.

After some sorting, the first meeting of all officers of the Army Headquarters Military Police Department finally began in a united, tense, serious and lively atmosphere.

In addition to giving the lieutenant colonel a good time, this meeting was one important thing: to rescue the careers of two school officials and to prevent them from being kicked from the current bench to the colder bench one day in the future - for example, the War History Department.

In the Senas Alliance, the military deliberately made it almost impossible to expel an officer from the military in terms of system. Therefore, officers who make mistakes are usually pushed down a few levels and kicked onto the bench. This indirectly leads to the war history of the Republican Army being sour.

Winters doesn't have to worry. He is just an intern officer now, and even if the case is overturned in the future, it will not be involved. But the two alumni, Field and Moritz, treat him well, so he also wants to do his part in the careers of the two seniors.

Lieutenant Colonel ordered Moritz and Winters not to form small groups anymore, and reported to him completely and without any concealment what he saw and heard at the dock that day.

The reason why this incident caused an erroneous incident was actually because Moritz was blamed. The major and Winters said they wanted to discuss secretly, so Winters kept silent and waited for the major to come to him. As a result, after leaving the customs prison, he drank two bottles of liquor, and Moritz forgot about this matter.

So until now Field learned from the two key witnesses that the specific passing on the dock that day.

"You mean there might be a spellcaster in the dead?"

"I'm not sure, but I think that person should have used deflection."

"It would be interesting if the person who died was a spellcaster." Lieutenant Colonel Field's expression also became solemn: "There are only a hundred and ten spellcasters in the sea blue army. Whoever is missing will be found after checking. I'll investigate this matter... Assassins have also been involved in the dock workers?"

"right."

“No mask?”

"No."

"Do you remember what you look like?"

But the faces of the assassins pretending to be dock workers were so ordinary, so ordinary that they had no characteristics. Winters described it for a long time but couldn't explain it clearly. Finally, Winters said helplessly: "If the assassins were standing in front of me, I could recognize them, but I really couldn't explain them by just speaking."

"The porters are familiar with each other, so what should they remember. Humph, there are several groups of people in the dock that control it, and they can't be able to be porters with the strength. Whoever introduces them and who provides them with insurance will know as soon as they check it."

Winters suddenly remembered the swift sword he snatched: "I snatched an assassin's sword from him. When the assassin exploded the dock, the sword fell into the water. Should I find someone to catch it?"

"You go and hire a few sailors with good water quality tomorrow." Field's right finger unconsciously tapped the wine glass. He frowned and thought for a while, and said, "You can try it, but I guess I should be swept away by the tide."

"There is also a gun. I also kicked one of the assassin's guns into the water. The assassin's gun is very weird and can fire without hanging a fuse. And it's very short and can be used with one hand."

"Don't you say anything about the cripple? Someone has charged a few reels at a high price." Field said for granted.

Wintersdachi: "What is a reed rifle? I heard of it for the first time."

"I haven't heard of it. The spring rifle is a newly invented gun in the north. It uses a machine bracket instead of a fuse. It has been a few days since it was transmitted to Hailan. It is still a rare thing now, and I don't have it either." Lieutenant Colonel Field tried to dip his fingers in wine to draw a schematic diagram on the table, but failed: "If there is a real thing, you can understand it at a glance."

After studying for a long time, two investigation directions were finally determined. One was to investigate the recent disappearance and death of the spellcaster of the Sea Blue Army; the other was to start from the dock workers and investigate the assassins disguised as porters.

There are two other clues that Field had no hope: the sword and gun that the assassin fell into the sea; and the Brotherhood of the coachman who might have helped the assassin deal with the carriage.

Although there is no real progress, at least it is no longer as clueless as before, which is also a gratifying congratulation.

Major Moritz's sick leave was cancelled by Field. Lieutenant Colonel's original words were: "If you continue to take leave, you will be choked to death by your vomit sooner or later, so you might as well go back to the headquarters to work."

Carrying the ten steel cones given by the major and a target disc, Winters was excited to start practicing flying arrows when he returned home.

According to Major Moritz, the target disk is hung outside ten steps first. On the premise of ensuring power, when can you use the ten flying arrow technique to hit silver coins more than eight times, and then push the target disk away for five steps, gradually increasing the distance.

But he remembered that he was going to visit Benwei's house, so he put away all the training equipment. He took the flour and meat he had bought as a gift for Madam Marita, and rode straight to Benwei's house.

When he was still in school, Winters often went to Benwei's house to eat "pier rice". As the name suggests, the dock rice is the food eaten by dock workers, which is heavy with oil and salt. Later, the sugar became cheaper and then it started to be heavy with sugar. Most people couldn't get used to it, but workers had the energy to work after eating this kind of meal.

Winters especially likes this kind of food that is heavy with oil, salt and sugar, but Cosci generally does not make this type of food, and Winters is not allowed to eat too much. So Winters secretly goes to Benwei's house to satisfy his cravings, and Benwei's mother never minds placing an extra plate for Winters.

The place where Benvinoto lives is not far from the dock, but compared to the bustling dock, the dockworkers' neighborhood is not as beautiful as that. The entire low wooden houses are connected together, and the dirt road paved with cinder is muddy whenever it rains.

Benway's family of twenty-two people - if Winters had not added another population in the past few years - would live in two small houses next to each other. The two originally independent houses opened up the walls, and the children grew up. The small courtyard behind the house was converted into sheds, and another floor of attic was built on the roof of the bungalow.

Benwei's elders were all Vines, who fled to Hailan more than thirty years ago to avoid war. The Vines generally have strong family concepts. They like to get together when they are prosperous, and when they are unlucky, they hold them tighter.

It is hard to say that this is because of some strong brotherhood, but because of valuable lessons learned from hard days. If a family wants to survive, they must be united.

So Benwei's family is not only his parents and siblings, but also his cousin, uncle, uncle, and siblings. Although the whole family lives in two houses, it also has a different kind of warmth.

But Winters, who happily rode the strong fortune to Benwei's house, was surprised to find that the Benwei's house was empty now, and there was not a single person in the originally lively house.

"Moving?" Winters was stunned. He thought: "No, Benway clearly said that he had not moved."

Both houses had locks hanging on the doors and looked inside through the gaps in the door panels. There was a dark hole inside and nothing could be seen.

Winters knocked on Benway's neighbor's door, and an old man opened a crack in the door and stared at Winters vigilantly.

"Old sir, where did the next door go?"

The old man looked at Winters's sword, then looked at Winters' boots, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know anything, don't ask me."

At this time, Winters only changed his military boots, but did not change his uniform, and was wearing the clothes he went to Qianmin Street. He thought to himself: Could it be that this old man treats me as a bad person?

The old man was about to close the door after he finished speaking. Winters hurriedly stretched out his foot and stuck the door, explaining: "I am Benwinuto's friend."

"Friend? Do you treat me as an old idiot?" the old man said sarcastically: "How could Benwei have you friends wearing military boots?"

A stick was stabbed out of the crack of the door, and Winters took the opportunity to close the door. No matter how much Winters knocked, he would never open it.

The atmosphere on the street also began to change, and Winters keenly noticed this. There was no pedestrian on the dirt road between the two rows of houses. The hostess closed the doors and windows and drove the children playing on the street back home.

Winters could feel a pair of alert eyes staring at him behind the wooden window.

He knocked on the door of another neighbor again, and the knock echoed in the hallway of the house. No one opened the door, but Winters was sure that there must be someone at the door.

He asked softly into the crack of the door: "I am a classmate from Benweinuto's Army when he was a junior school student. Can you please tell me what happened to his family? I will do my best to help him."

Still no one answered.

"Then please give me these things to Benway." Winters put the meat and flour he brought to his neighbor's doorstep, stepped on his feet and turned around and went home.

"Something must have happened to Benwei's family, or maybe it's hiding someone." Winters thought in his mind: "From the attitude of these neighbors, Benwei shouldn't have any problems. The old man said 'you', 'army boots'? Could it be that a soldier is asking Benwei for trouble? Maybe he can ask the cripple in Qianmin Street to check it out?"

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After enduring the pain of the phantom limb, Winters picked up the steel cone for practice from the ground. After self-testing, he concluded that using this weight of steel cone can only use twelve flying arrow techniques by himself, and the power of the steel cone fired will decay very much.

If he tried his best, he could use the 29-time flying arrow technique without considering the power. If he wanted to continue, the phantom limb pain would be so intense that Winters could not enter the casting state.

This is probably what Major Moritz said about the extreme state.

However, after Winters discovered the fire at the Victory Arsenal, his acceleration spell-like level seemed to have improved a little compared to before. He had no conclusive evidence, just a vague feeling.

Could it be that using spells beyond the limit can more effectively improve one's spell abilities?

This question may have to be answered by asking several other casters who were just as unconscious as Winters that day.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! And Winters considered that if he was practicing by himself, the level of this level would be the limit. His phantom limb pain was not so strong that he lost consciousness, but it also made him unable to continue to enter the casting state.

Winters recalled that the day the arsenal fire was in danger, and it was difficult for him to continue to maintain the casting state if he was not focused. However, he had reached his limit that day, and the phantom limb pain was so strong that it could be called torture, but he was still in the casting state.

Not only did he guess: "Will a large number of spellcasters use spells at the same time trigger some uncontrollable effect like a chorus?"

He thought about it. If he wanted to confirm this conjecture, he needed to summon a large number of spellcasters to recreate the situation of the arsenal fire. The opportunity to concentrate on using so many spellcasters is hard to come by. He could tell his uncle about this idea, but even Antonio had to apply to the Thirteen-man Council to mobilize so many spellcasters.

And if this guess is true, it will be of great significance to the caster. The more valuable the news is, the more cautious it should be treated. If you find that there may be gold mines in a certain place, it is best to confirm it quietly first and then decide what to do next.

So Winters instinctively wanted to keep the secret first, so he decided not to communicate this idea with anyone before he collected more information.

It was already evening, and Winters set up the practice room in the basement. Because he found that he was shooting targets in the bedroom, the whole family was not at ease. It was strange to practice magic in the yard. So in the end he had to "hide" to practice flying arrow technique in the basement.

Back in the bedroom, Winters drank a glass of bitter water brewed by Major Moritz's herbs.

The major was right, this herb does have a sleeping effect. After drinking it for a while, Winters felt warm all over. Although there was still a vague phantom pain in his limbs, his eyelids had already started fighting.

He lay on the bed and prepared to rest.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, a series of goose bumps came out of the door. Winters got out of the bed and opened the door helplessly, and the general and the young general squatted at the door.

Cats are obsessive-compulsive creatures. Many of their actions in life have no purpose, just to do something to do something.

If the cat wants to enter a room, it will keep scratching the door panel until someone opens the door for him.

But after the owner opened the door for the cat, it may lose interest.
To be continued...