"Yes. Alas, the lieutenant colonel just can't bear to see me free, so he must find something for me. My mother now sighs every day and wonders how to get me out."

Winters laughed at the sound of this: "After all, you are a big girl."

"But I'm not worried." Elizabeth's eyes rolled around a few times and laughed: "Anyway, with you, as long as you are not married, the one who has the greatest pressure is not me."

The girl's sharp counterattack made Winters silence. He put his luggage on the table awkwardly and took out the items one by one.

First there are some daily things used. Then there are more expensive parts: his spell book, some spell casting materials he secretly brought out from spell class, his handwritten copies at the military academy, class notes and several real printed books.

To put it a little off topic, printing has been passed to Venetta for more than ten years, but Winters, like the clergy in the past in the military academy, mainly used handwritten books and copied books by himself. Because even books made using printing technology are also very expensive, and are mainly used to print scriptures, such as those that do not worry about selling.

However, this has been a big step forward compared to the past era, because the progress of papermaking has improved the quality of paper and the price has decreased. In the past, theologians had to rent books page by page, paying attention to renting or not buying. The price of a book is equivalent to the income of a craftsman for a whole year. Therefore, it is not only very expensive to become a priest, but it is even more expensive to study at the seminary.

It is the improvement of papermaking and the introduction of printing technology that allowed the Alliance Army to imitate the structure of the seminary at a lower cost and establish schools that do not charge tuition fees to train officers. It is precisely because the Army Officer Academy does not charge tuition fees that it has a strong attraction to a large number of aspiring young people from poor backgrounds.

After finishing the topic, I will talk about Winters.

After taking out all the other small items, Winters finally took out his shoulder bag from the deepest part.

"Brother, is there blood on this cloth bag?" Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.

"No." Winters calmly replied: "It's red wine."

This shoulder bag was the one that Winters used for night shift when he met the female thief. After meeting the female thief, Winters was taken to put out the fire again, and then lost consciousness and was carried on the Skua.

So this bag has never been washed, and it is covered with blood from Winters, which is splashed when fighting and rubbed when holding a whistle.

"Is that true?" The girl was skeptical. She was not stupid. But her brother's tone was not flustered, and it was not like being fake.

Winters opened his bag and carefully took out the female thief's dagger. After jumping to the gang, he put the dagger back into his bag.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up and he reached out to get the dagger: "What is this? It looks so good."

Winters was startled and raised the dagger high and held it to a place where his sister couldn't touch it: "Be careful, this is a blade."

Winters was tall and his arms were long, and the girl could not reach the dagger. So she picked up her brother's left arm and acted coquettishly: "Just show it to me. I'll just look at it. I don't want it, okay?"

"Okay." Winters had no choice but to show you, be careful, it's very sharp."

Winters either stuffed the dagger into his bag or found it and stabbed it directly, so this was the first time Winters carefully checked the seized weapon.

The blade of this dagger is about twenty centimeters long and about two fingers wide. It has a blade on both sides and is straight without a stick. It looks like a short sword, but it has no guards or sword grids, and it is straight up and down and is bare.

There may have patterns on the sword, but because Winters used it to release the light technique, the sword body turned red and black, and any patterns were covered.

However, because of this, the red and black sword body has a strange beauty.

The hilt of the dagger is not decorated at all. Some kind of leather wrapped around the wooden handle, and some kind of silver metal thin thread twisted into one strand, wrapping around the dagger handle at one finger interval. At the end of the dagger handle is a round weight ball.

Winters thought in his mind that the metal wire on the handle of the dagger might be silver. Even if it is not silver, just looking at the wire drawing technology behind these three metal wires, it is not something that ordinary craftsmen can do.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although the sword blade cannot be seen now, when you stab someone on the boat, the dagger entered the human body as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter, and the steel mouth should be no different.

Judging from all the evidence, this should be a pretty good dagger. I didn't expect that this female thief was quite concerned about the guy who was eating.

"This knife looks so beautiful." Elizabeth took advantage of his brother's thoughts and took the dagger over and gestured in the air.

Winters looked at his sister waving the sharp weapon clumsyly, feeling frightened, afraid that she would add a hole to her body, and kept saying, "Aira! Be careful, this dagger is very fast."

In fact, it would be fine if Winters didn't say it. The more he said the dagger was sharp, the more Elizabeth wanted it.

Winters did not realize from a male perspective that this dagger was originally used by women. Although the style is simple, it is better than small and exquisite, and the workmanship is exquisite, which can naturally attract girls' attention. Winters used light techniques to "color" it, and Elizabeth loved it even more.

Elizabeth stopped hearing this, she blinked and returned the dagger to her brother obediently.

Then she picked up Winters' left arm and started to cheat: "Brother, can you give me this knife? OK? The security in Hailan City is very bad recently, please guard me, right?"

"I'm afraid you will hurt yourself."

"I have used the knife in the kitchen, and I have used the knife in the paper, and I have never hurt myself." Elizabeth spoke eloquently and thought quickly. Winters has been unable to argue since she was a child.

"The design purpose is different. This dagger is really dangerous. If you don't know how to use it, it's really easy to hurt yourself." How can it not be dangerous? Winters calculated in his mind that the dagger took three lives in his own hands, let alone in the hands of its former owner. The most murderous aura in this house is to use gadgets.

"Then you can teach me how to use it."

Winters was speechless for a moment. He could only love his sister, and he couldn't say "Why do girls learn this?"

He sighed and finally defeated: "Okay, give it to you. But this dagger is not sheathed now, I will give it to you when I make a scabbard, okay?"

"Isn't it just a scabbard? I'll find a piece of skin to sew one out." Elizabeth cheered, and the purpose had been achieved.

"Okay, you have made the scabbard and come to me to get it, okay?"

"You're the best!" Elizabeth suddenly touched Winters' cheek, and ran to his room to sew the scabbard.

Winters shook his head. The sister he remembered was still fighting with him with his nose, and the little brat who cried loudly at any time. I don’t know when he became like this...

Awesome? Not very right.

Understandable? Not right.

Very good at convincing people? Not so right.

Anyway, it's different. It's really a change in women's age.

While thinking, he emptied his bag and a small white silk parcel fell out. Winters took the small parcel and thought for a while before he remembered that this was also the thing of the female thief.

But Winters is very tired now and is not in the mood to care about what is inside, so he throws the small package back to the table, turns around and pulls off the white cloth covering the bed, and falls onto the bed as if he has lost all his strength.

Close your eyes.

sleep.

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…

Can't sleep yet!

Curiosity overcame sleepiness, but he still wanted to know what was inside this small package.

Winters suddenly stood up, walked to the desk, untied the white silk cloth package.

The things inside were exposed, as if they were a small notebook?

The back cover of the note leather is yellow, and it feels like some kind of leather, maybe cowhide?

There is a buckle on the side.

Winters unbuttoned the buckle and opened the notebook with anticipation...

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…

What??

Blank?

He turned around the notebook and found a small letter L in the lower left corner of the last page.

L?

What the hell is L?

Winters threw the notebook back on the desk with a self-deprecating self-deprecating look, and thought to himself: "Welfareman Montane, what are you looking forward to? A treasure map? A shocking secret? Some kind of indescribable novel? The female thief might not even recognize the words."

He sighed and fell back on the bed.

He hasn't had a good rest for two days.

After relaxing, tiredness came to the door.

In this familiar bed, all the pain in his body was relieved.

The sleepiness came to him.
Chapter completed!