Major Moritz didn't know where to find a small silver coin and put it in his hand to play with it. The silver coin moved nimblely between his fingers, appearing and disappearing. Winters didn't notice this, but Andre's mind was completely attracted by the major's magical technique. He thought to himself: Don't play dice with this senior, otherwise he would definitely lose his pants.

"Although you have several traumas, your coma is obviously not caused by trauma. Other spellcaster students also fell into a coma without these traumas." Major Moritz pondered for a while and said something he had observed.

Only then did Winters realize that the other unconscious students around him were all the Sea Lan Spellcaster students of the same class as him. After counting, it seemed that they were all here.

"All the casters fainted last night?" Winters asked tentatively.

"It wasn't last night, but the night before yesterday, you had been unconscious for nearly two days." Major Moritz informed Winters of the current situation without reservation: "The United Provinces said that almost all the casters had lost consciousness, but we don't know whether what they said was true or not. I can only be sure of one thing. When we came to pick up the trainee officers yesterday, all the Aquarium casters were in a deep coma."

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

"Yes, you didn't see Winters, I'm an eye-opener." Andre added happily, "This is the first time I have seen Minister Conelisburn be scolded so much that he couldn't say a word."

"If it weren't for Conelis, why would he send a brigade-spur to pick up the students?" Major Moritz was also very happy. Obviously, Minister Conelis was scolded by Brigadier General Layton and was also the source of Major Moritz's recent happiness.

Winters remembered the whip he was on duty the night before, and his favor for Brigadier General Layton suddenly increased.

Conelis has a bad temper, decisive personality, and has a fierce way of doing things. The soldiers respected him and feared him. He was indeed unpopular in terms of daily relationships. However, he was very capable and only suffered a rare defeat. It really made Winters feel extremely regretful that he was unable to witness the grand occasion of Colonel Conelis being scolded with his own eyes.

"Let's talk about your current situation." Major Moritz pointed the topic at Winters again: "I've seen many injured casters, but I haven't seen you."

Major Moritz pointed to Winters and other unconscious students: "You are not in a coma due to trauma. We have no way of knowing what internal injuries you have suffered. But since you can be awake, others should be able to recover themselves."

"Have anyone else woke up? I remember I've woken up once." Winters asked hurriedly, sure he had a memory of awakening, not an illusion.

"Some people haven't woken up once, and some people have woken up like you. They have fed the medicine and went to bed again." Major Moritz said while fiddling with the silver coins.

"Medicine! By the way, someone fed me the medicine!" Winters suddenly remembered and drank a little bitter liquid.

"That is actually not considered a medicine. It is a sleep aid that I blended with. I don't know if it is useful. I hope it can help you get into sleep, so I mixed two sleep aids and fed you a little." Major Moritz explained to the two warrant officers what sleep aids he was using:

"I have severe insomnia. The Fleimans would dry the rhizomes of a plant, grind it and then use it to treat insomnia. I happened to have a little powder they used here; the natives of the Far West Colonial of the Pseudo-Mulau Empire liked to enter a state of calmness by chewing a leaf. The natives claimed to communicate with their ancestors in this way, and I also happened to have a little dry leaf.

After you first woke up, you obviously suffered a huge pain. Instead of doing this, you might as well keep you unconscious, so I tried to mix these two things and feed them to you to help you get back to sleep. Fortunately, it was useful."

Only then did Winters know who helped him. The last time he woke up, Winters was so painful that he wanted to roll all over the floor. This time he could bear it after he woke up. He said gratefully: "The medicine you prepared must be useful. I feel that I am much better than when I woke up last time. Thank you, senior."

"No, no, no, you were wrong. It was not my medicine that helped you, and what I prepared was not a medicine, it was just a sleep aid." Major Moritz waved his hand gently, and he expressed his own speculation: "My sleep aid will not repair your body, it is your body that is repairing your body."

"Repair the body?" Winters didn't understand what the major was saying.

"I think you fell into a coma because you suffered a severe injury somewhere in your body. It's just that there are no external injuries and outsiders can't see this invisible injury. This invisible injury can only depend on your body's self-repair ability. When will your body repair itself? I guess it is when you are in a coma or sleeping.

That is, when you lose consciousness, your body is actually stepping up self-repair. When you wake up, the severe pain caused by injuries will hinder the body's self-repair process. So I help you into sleep to give your body more time to repair itself."

Major Moritz's explanation was easy to understand, and Winters easily understood it.

Winters said tentatively: "If I want to get back to health faster, should I sleep more?"

"If I'm right, that's the case." Major Moritz nodded.

"Then can you give me some sleep aid?" When you go to bed, Winters' favorite sports activity.

"No more, I only have a little inventory of these two sleep aids. I used it to treat insomnia, but now I have used it all for you." Major Moritz spread his hands helplessly: "But..."

No matter which language in this world, what is "but" before content can be regarded as nonsense.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "But..." Major Moritz said with a smile: "I have another way to approximately achieve the effect of drug sleep aids, you can try it."

"Uh...thank you senior." Winters didn't understand, so he could only nod and thank him first.

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

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

"No, don't thank me..." Andrei also stood up quickly and explained embarrassedly: "I have just changed shifts for less than an hour. It was Bud who had been taking care of you before. He couldn't stand it for a day and just went to bed."

"What? Bud?"

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The weather is clear and the waves are high, and colorful flags are floating on the pilot mast.

The fast ship full of sea blue trainees has sailed out of the rainfall area. The students no longer have to be trapped in the dark and wet cabin. Everyone ran to the upper deck to get some breathing.

While the weather was good, Winters and Bud also blew the sea breeze on the upper deck.

"You drank the things you spit into the cup last night, do you know?" Bud asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, please... I want to vomit even if I imagine it a little." The hangover made Winters feel a pain in his brain. This time it was not the "phantom limb pain" caused by using magic, but the real headache.

After truly understanding Major Moritz's "alternative therapy", Winters realized how unreliable the first impression was. Being gentle and kind is just a disguise of the major, and excessive alcoholism is the major's true nature.

What the major said about a sleep aid drug is alcohol. The meaning of drinking is to lose amnesia.

Moreover, the major likes not wine and ale, but rum, the spirits preferred by the bottom sailors.

Since sugarcane was introduced from the Far East, sugarcane gardens of large and small have emerged on the island chain outside the Senas Gulf.

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

In the name of treatment, Major Moritz, who was worried about not having any drinkers, brought Winters unconscious and did fulfill his promise to help Winters "approximately achieve the effect of using drugs to aid sleep."

"How do you feel now?" Because the Winters were almost dead, Bard was curious about the effect of Major Moritz's therapy.

"I'm having a headache, nausea, and want to vomit." Winters held the boat weakly.

"I'm asking about magic."

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

"Here." Bud took out a calf horn from his shoulder bag: "I'm in charge of the captain asking for some gunpowder, so he just took me a slot. I'll return it to him after you use it."

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

Using fire ignition technique to ignite gunpowder is a skill that the caster needs to learn when getting started, and it can be said that it is the easiest effect to achieve.

But the gunpowder was not ignited as Winters expected. Instead, the phantom limb pain that had gradually subsided was erupting again.

Winters was so painful that he was trembling all over. He felt a little unsteady, so he held his freeboard with both hands and waited for the pain to subside.

Bud quickly went to pour Winters a glass of strong wine: "There is no need to try magic so anxiously. Don't worry, your spell ability is still there. Doesn't it mean that your spell ability is gradually recovering?"

"I just tried it, and I didn't imagine recovering so soon." Winters held the wine glass in his hand, but didn't drink it: "It seems that he can only recover slowly."

"I think you call the spell talent 'third hand' and the fifth limb' very vivid." Bard thought, "Look, aren't you just stretching your muscles too hard now?"

"Hahahaha." This wonderful metaphor scratched Winters' laugh point: "You're right, I'm now stretched with a 'magic muscle'. Not only the muscle strain, but I feel that my tendons are almost broken."

After laughing, Winters said to Bard: "By the way, you also said you must be assigned overseas. Look, aren't you here in the Aquatic Republic now?"

"I did take the initiative to apply for overseas dispatch, and I didn't expect to be assigned to Venetta in the end." Bad was in a good mood when he was not sent overseas: "It's also the situation this year, there is no overseas dispatch, and they are all left in the local area. But I always feel a little weird..."

"Don't think so much. It's better to be sent overseas than to be sent overseas." Winters is still the usual optimism: "Don't worry, the Aquarium Army will not deliberately exclude the people from the Union Provincial People. Besides, I'm still there, don't worry."

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

"Don't be so negative. We have finally become an officer from a student. We must celebrate when we arrive in Hailan City." Winters patted Bard's shoulder hard, and accidentally touched the knife wound on his right arm.

"Mr. Officer, are you still drinking this wine?" A sudden voice inserted into the chat between Winters and Bard.

The person who interrupted was a sailor. The sailor's skin was already tanned because he was burned by two suns all year round, and only a pair of white eyes showed. His hair was stuck together one by one, and it should have not been cleaned for a long time. He rubbed his hands and looked at the wine glass in Winters's hand with eager eyes.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "If you want to drink, drink." Winters handed the wine glass to the sailor. Winters didn't like drinking at first, but there was no clean fresh water on the ship: "But I'm not the master, just call me Winters. This is Warrant Officer Bard. There is no master on this land, and the noble class was overthrown twenty-seven years ago."

"Thank you, Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer." The sailor kept bowing like pounding garlic, took the wine glass and drank it all, and breathed happily. Although the alliance destroyed the nobles twenty-seven years ago, many people still had the position of nobles in their hearts.

"Don't call me master, just call me Winters. This sailor brother, I happen to have a question to ask." In fact, after waking up today, Winters had a doubt, and now there is a sailor who can answer it.

"You said, you said." The sailor nodded quickly.

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

"Yes, we're heading east." The sailor's tone seemed to be asking him if one plus one equals two?

"What?" It was Winters and Bud's turn to be stunned.

The land of the Senas Gulf is roughly a semicircular. The Union Republic occupies the northern half of the semicircular, and the Sea Blue Republic occupies the southern half of the semicircular. Hailan City is located in the south of Guitu City, facing Guitu City across the sea, which is common sense.

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

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

"Then where are we going?" Winters pulled the sailor's clothes and asked.
Chapter completed!