"General, the major is deaf."

Hearing Winters' words, Brigadier General Layton was shocked. His eyebrows were tall and his pupils were slightly dissipated. He kept asking: "What's going on? Why are you deaf?"

Who can actually make Major Moritz, who is both a spellcaster and a master of swordsmanship, deaf?

Of course it's himself.

The thunder on the dock made Winters' ears full of faint screams until now. The deafening thunder was not Zeus venting his anger, nor Thor waving his hammer, but the effect of the major's angrily shout being blessed by the sound sensation.

The sound-breaking technique and sound-amplification technique are both sound-type spells. Simply put, sound-breaking technique is to strengthen the power, strengthen, and then strengthen the version of sound-amplification technique.

The sound amplification technique only amplifies the sound of a person's speech several times, and is more used to convey commands; while the sound amplification technique requires the sound to have the power of thunder and can destroy the person's balance ability. If the sound amplification technique is a small water pipe fire door gun, the sound amplification technique is the legendary Urban stone shooting cannon.

This amazing sound-breaking technique drank the black-robed assassin and saved Winters' life.

But it also made Winters still tinnitus still in his ears, and at the same time it directly broke the major's own eardrum.

The sound-breaking technique is the most powerful but also the most practical spell.

The sound-breaking technique is an indiscriminate attack. The closer it is to the sound source, the greater the power of the spell.

Generally speaking, who is closest to the sound source? Of course, it is the caster himself.

Especially in the case where the major is both a spellcaster and a sound source, no matter how powerful this sound bursting technique is, the caster himself will always be the one who suffers the most serious damage.

This is why the sound-breaking technique is currently lacking in practicality.

On the pier, Winters realized that the major was a spellcaster and saw the major bleeding in his ears. He immediately realized that the major had used sound-breaking techniques in order to save him in desperation.

He explained the principle of sound-breathing and the major's eardrums as concisely as possible to the major general and his classmates. Everyone sighed after hearing this.

"You can communicate with the major with paper and pen. The major just can't hear the voice now, and there should be no problem with speaking and reading." Winters frowned and gave a solution. He was now full of guilt and apology for the major, because the romantic Major Moritz would now become like this miserable to save him.

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

Brigadier General Layton wrote orally, Winters held the pen, the quill rubbed against the paper and salsa, and a line of words flowed out from the tip of the pen: Major Moritz, Rost Layton is talking to you, please make your own judgment, have you regained consciousness now?

The major stared at the paper and nodded.

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

The major nodded again.

The third line: What does this number represent?

The major's mouth curled slightly, smiled helplessly, took the quill from Winters's hand, and wrote in a snail: I just feel my head is groggy and tired now, but I have no problem with my mind.

Winters took the quill back and continued to turn Brigadier General Layton's words into words: Can you hear the sound now?

The major shook his head gently.

Winters continues to transcribe: You may be deaf now.

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

Brigadier General Layton asked again: Can you speak now?

A helpless smile appeared again at the corner of Major Moritz's mouth. The Major cleared his throat and replied loudly at the volume of his usual speaking: "I can't hear the sound now! I can't control the volume of my speaking! I can speak! But I don't want to say it now!"

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

Seeing that Major Moritz had indeed recovered his mind, Brigadier General Layton's frown stretched a little. Seeing that the Major was still very tired, he asked the Major if he wanted to leave this "room".

After receiving the rejection, Brigadier General Layton left the major to the warrant officers' care, left the cell vigorously, and seemed to have gone to find the bureaucrats in the customs again.

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

The first level of official position is to crush people to death, let alone the fourth level of official position. Even for the sake of the major's own health, Winters could only "recommend" powerlessly: You should have a good rest.

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

Winters got another quill: Have you used sound thrust before? Can your hearing recover?

Seeing Winters' face feeling worried, the major smiled and wrote: I am not completely deaf, and I can still hear the sound of teeth colliding, which proves that I am just damaged by my eardrum. I have experienced this once, and my hearing will recover after a period of cultivation, so don't worry.

Seeing the major personally confirming that his hearing could recover, Winters finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

The major's pen tip moved slightly and asked in detail about the big and small things he had experienced after the skuo landed.

Although Winters wanted the major to rest, he could only answer one by one according to his meaning in the concise words possible.

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

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

After learning what Winters and the other warrant officers knew, the major closed their eyes and tapped the paper rhythmically, and the warrant officers looked at each other as they wandered around.

The major seemed to be in a false sleep, and after a while, he opened his eyes again.

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

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! What the major said is true, Winters wrote: Yes, the target of those assassins is obviously those passengers, and we were just involved. Now that the customs cannot find the assassins, we will not let us go, maybe because we want to take the blame.

A contemptuous cold snorkeled from the major's nasal cavity. He shook his head disregardedly and wrote: Tell everyone to relax. This matter has nothing to do with us. The customs cannot do anything to us. Has the military received the news?

Winters nodded and wrote: One of the conditions for us to "cooperate with the investigation" is to notify the Department of the Army.

Although Major Moritz looked bad, his expression was very relaxed. He smiled and wrote: At the latest tomorrow, the customs would have to let us go. If the senior officials of the military department offered snacks, we might go home tonight.

Major Moritz's confidence infected the warrant officers and ignited the fire of hope in the hearts of the warrant officers. 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 surround me, I'm fine. You should eat, drink, and wait to go home.

After the warrant officers got the words, they sat back in groups of three to three and looked for ways to pass the time.

Winters was about to hold the major back to rest on the straw bed, but suddenly he remembered something, an information that might be important, and a message that he didn't know if he could let the students know.

He glanced around and saw that the others were no longer attentive, and even Bud and Andre returned to their luggage. He picked up the quill, dipped it ink, took out a new piece of paper, and wrote it to the major quietly: You are an Army spellcaster, right?

Major Moritz nodded in confusion when he was unclear.

Winters continued to write: The assassin shot you, if I read that right, you used deflection to deflect the bullet, right?

The major nodded again.

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

The major was clear-headed. He seemed to have a little premonition about what Winters wanted to say, and nodded with his lips.

Winters looked around again and confirmed that only the major and himself could see the paper in his hand. He hesitated and decided to write: There were also spellcasters among the four passengers.

The major frowns and raises his chin slightly to signal Winters to continue writing.

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

The major's expression became solemn, and his eyes were staring at Winters. Winters read out what the major wanted to say from those eyes: Are you sure?

Winters nodded steadily and firmly. He saw with his own eyes that the black-robed assassin's musket was clearly aiming directly at the guard, but the projectile hit the stone slab on the ground of the dock incredibly. His brushstrokes became firm: I'm sure I saw it right, and others should have seen it, but I dare not confirm it with them.

Major Moritz breathed heavily, apparently Winters' expression and attitude convinced him, and he believed that Winters was not telling lies. The major grinded his teeth, and ripped off Winters' last two passages from the paper, pulled them into small pieces and threw them into their mouths, picked up the wine glass and rinsed them over the shredded paper.

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

Major Moritz, who put down his wine glass, quickly wrote this passage on paper: Don't tell anyone, don't let the customs people know, let us discuss this matter after leaving here.

The major paused for a moment and added: Secret discussion.

Winters nodded understandingly. In the Senas Alliance, the magicians are only one of the Army, and the spellcaster training system is basically the exclusive patent of the Army. If the customs know that there is a spellcaster on the conflicting side on the dock, the customs will never give up.

The major smiled and started writing again: Just in case, you should eat the remaining paper too.

————I am the dividing line for destroying corpses———

Bud looked at Winters, who was walking back from the major in surprise, holding a wine glass and drinking the major's wine. He widened his eyes and asked Winters: "Aren't you not drinking?"

Warrant Officer Montane burped a long time and replied angrily: "I choked."

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

"Run down."

"Can't you drink water?"

"I feel happy to drink this wine."

"Are you drunk high?" Bud was amused by these inexplicable answers. He looked up at the other end of the cell and asked, "How is Major Moritz?"

"Hmph, that's fine." Winters said with a little gunpowder, "I'm going to bed again."

Bud was even more confused: "What's wrong with you? It seems that he suddenly had a lot of opinions about the major."

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

"It's up." Winters pushed Bard and Andre to both sides, and lay down on the ground with a big golden knife: "Move your butt, give me some place, and I'll sleep for a while."

Accompanied by the fullness brought by plant fibers and the slight drunkenness of alcohol, Winters quickly entered a state between sleep and awake. He could still sense the sounds from the outside world, but his consciousness was almost in chaos. He would fall asleep completely in a while.

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

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

After his brain resumed, Winters got up and responded in a very bad tone: "I am Montagne, is there anything?"

"Please come out." The door of the cell was creaked and the head of the cell said kindly: "Someone wants to see you alone."
To be continued...