Winters chewed on this sentence, and the meaning of Lieutenant Colonel was very simple: If the purpose was to fight, then practice the most suitable spells for combat, even if they did not have that talent.

"Think about it yourself." Field said while pouring light beer for himself: "I can teach you and my magic skills. If your starting point is practical, it's better to go and learn with my adjutant. However, he has been recuperating at home recently and will have to wait for a while before he comes back and forth."

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel put the knife and fork on the plate and drank the remaining light beer in one go.

There was still a lot of food left on the plate, but the lieutenant colonel seemed to have no appetite.

He told Winters: "After this meal, we went to look for a few dock workers and coachmen to ask for clues."

Hearing the word coachman, Winters recalled the Palathus driver at home. He immediately reported to Lieutenant Colonel Field about the secret association of the coachman and expressed his own speculation: "I think the brotherhood in the coachman's mouth may have helped the assassin deal with the carriage, at least they have the ability to follow the coachman's meaning."

"It's interesting." Field rubbed the stubble on his chin and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he spoke, "You have a good idea, maybe those guys in the gutter will know any clues."

He grabbed his hat and stood up, urging Winters to say, "Don't eat. Let's go to Qianmin Street. If you can't go there, you have to find someone before you go."

"Who are you looking for?" Winters quickly finished the last few sips of soup.

"Find a thug. You are a fire-burning spellcaster, and I am a voice-based spellcaster. Is there any use to actually combat? Where there are four or five people in Qianmin Street, we will have to explain everything."

Field bluntly defamed himself: "So we have to find a thug, and I will lead you to the most powerful [thug] in the Army Headquarters! If you want to learn to kill, you have to find him."

The two hurriedly left the Officers' Club and rode towards the East Town under Field's leadership.

Field finally stopped in front of the gate of No. 122 Shell Street, Dongcheng District, which was a beautiful house made of bricks and stone. A kind old woman wearing a gray skirt and a green floral turban opened the door for Lieutenant Colonel Field. The old woman was not surprised to see the Lieutenant Colonel, and it was obvious that Field was a regular here.

Lieutenant Colonel Field bent down and bowed, without saying a word, and asked bluntly: "Is he at home?"

"It should be sleeping." The old lady pointed upstairs.

Field nodded and walked into the door. Winters followed behind and bent down and bowed as he passed by the old lady.

When you enter the house, the first thing you see is a short and narrow corridor, with boots squeaking on the wooden floor, indicating that the support structure below needs repair.

Follow the stairs to the second floor, there is a small window at the end of the stairs, and to the right is a spacious living room.

There are no decorations hanging on the dark red wall cloth, nor are there any shrines or statues of the Virgin that are common in ordinary people's homes.

A recliner was placed in front of the fireplace and swayed gently due to the wind.

Apart from a few wine glasses, empty wine bottles were everywhere on the desk and coffee table.

Lieutenant Colonel Field seemed to be accustomed to him, so he walked straight to a door on the inner side of the living room and knocked hard a few times.

No response.

He knocked harder a few more times.

Still no response.

He pushed the door again.

Can't push.

The lieutenant colonel took a few steps back and kicked the door open with a fierce kick.

There was no light in the room, and a strong smell of hangover emanated from the inside of the room.

Field walked in, skillfully opened the curtains and pushed open the wooden window.

The sunlight entered the room with fresh air, and Winters then saw the inside of the room clearly.

This is a bedroom, not large in size, with a single bed frame in the corner.

There is a wardrobe placed on the side of the single bed against the wall, and a desk is placed opposite the bed. Several pieces of clothing are hung on the backrest of the chair in front of the desk.

There was still a man lying on the bed, and Field kicked the door and made such a loud noise, but the man was not awake.

After Field opened the window, the light shone in.

But the man on the bed just pulled the quilt up and covered his head.

"It's already noon, I'm still sleeping?!" Field said to the person on the bed.

But the people in the bed didn't respond.

Field picked up the bottle of wine on the bedside table and looked at the light. There was only half a bottle of liquid left inside.

"You started drinking in broad daylight?" The lieutenant colonel was a little angry.

The people in the bed still didn't respond.

Field pulled the quilt open, and the remaining liquid from the bottle fell on the head of the man on the bed.

The owner of this room suddenly woke up from his sleep and reached out to grab the sword on the ground.

It was not until I saw clearly that Field was standing by the bed that I breathed a sigh of relief and threw the sword back to the ground.

The owner of the room raised his arm and sniffed himself, frowned and asked, "You didn't splash pee on me, are you?"

"It's your own thing anyway." Field shrugged.

The owner of the room pointed to his ear and shouted, "I can't hear anything now."

Winters saw the man's face clearly and blurted out a name:
Chapter completed!