Research on the Alliance's magic battle situation shows that the caster's spell talent is an inseparable whole. The three major spell types are divided by acquired humans, and people with spell talent can use all types of magic.

Simply put, humans can only be divided into two categories: "spell talent" and "no spell talent". There is no such situation as only a part of spell talent.

For example, during the test, even if the subject can only show fire-burning spell talent, while the other two types of spell talent does not appear. However, after a long period of training, he can still use sound spells and acceleration spells.

Like Winters, although he is good at fire-burning spells, he can also use acceleration spells and sound spells. However, the latter two types of spells have progressed slowly, so he is more willing to devote his time and energy to fire-burning spells.

But Moritz van Nassu is not like this. He is a special example of more than a thousand spell casters trained in so many years in the magic battle situation. He only has the talent for acceleration magic and can only use acceleration magic advanced spells.

As for sound magic and fire magic, even if he practiced hard for many years, he could only use the most basic spells and could not perform more advanced applications.

When Moritz was taking a spellcaster course at the military academy, his teachers and classmates dubbed this rare situation as a natural disability.

However, these outlaws lying in the underground passage may not agree with this statement.

After just a dozen breaths, only Lieutenant Colonel Field, Major Moritz and Warrant Officer Winters were left.

The smell of rust and earthy smell mixed together stimulated Winters' sense of smell. The flickering torches illuminated the walls of the corridor, with red and white splashing everywhere on it, as if this was not an authentic tunnel located more than ten meters underground in Hailan City, but the backyard of a prosperous butcher.

Field shook the blood from the knife and caught up with the survivor he had left behind by the major.

"Don't, don't kill me..." The masked man with his knees broken was lying on the ground, crawling forward with his hands on the soil.

"Shh, don't say anything." Lieutenant Colonel squatted beside the masked man and asked kindly: "Where is the cripple?"

"In front, right in front." The masked man hurriedly pointed deeper into the tunnel. He suddenly lowered his head to kiss the lieutenant colonel's shoes: "Don't kill me, I'll take you there."

Field took a step back in disgust.

"I will lead you." The masked man struggled to stand up, but he couldn't maintain his balance. He just staggered forward for half a step, but fell to the ground again. The wound was pulled again, and the masked man's body was bowed like a shrimp, and he started to wail in pain.

"Okay, okay, since there is no change of place, I won't ask you to lead the way." Field approached the masked man with a sword in his back hand.

The masked man who was still screaming on the ground the moment ago suddenly burst out. He seemed to be arching because of the pain, but in fact he took the opportunity to take out his weapon from his arms. At this moment, he was holding a shiny short knife in his hand and penetrated it straight into the lieutenant colonel's lower abdomen.

Swhoosh, another sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a silver light accurately hit the back of the masked man's head. The masked man's entire body was carried forward by the force contained in the silver coin, lying into the dust, and not breathing.

"It's interesting, I want to pull someone on the back." Field sucked his teeth and inserted his sword into the back of the masked man to ensure that the masked man could not die again.

Then he wiped the blood from the sword with his masked man's clothes indifferently, and asked Winters without raising his head: "Did you deal with the rest?"

Winters found that although the lieutenant colonel looked rough, he was extremely cautious in some places. He tried his best to answer: "I repaired my neck and chest twice."

"It's interesting." Field's tone was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the little guy who came to the intern was quite straightforward to work. The lieutenant colonel slowly inserted his sword back into the scabbard: "Let's go."

The three of them only encountered this group of people blocking the road, and walked forward without any obstacles.

After passing a warehouse filled with wooden boxes and barrels, Field led Winters to push open a tight wooden door and enter a small room.

In Qianmin Street, where the tomb and sewer are the main buildings, this small room is elegant. Not only does it have a bed and a table, but it also has stone slabs on the ground. The most conspicuous thing in the room are two large bookshelfs, piled up with rolls of documents. If it weren't for the dark underground, Winters would believe it.

The flames of the torch swayed left and right, and it seemed that there were hidden vents or secret passages here.

"Where is the man? Running?" Field sat on the bed with a big golden sword: "Crip, if you don't come out again, I'll burn all the goods outside."

No one responded to him.

"You can't hide from your old friend. Then I can only hand over your account book to the Public Security Committee to see how many well-known gentlemen are participating in your big business." Field continued to speak to the air.

He said he wanted to find the account book, but Field didn't even look at the documents on the bookshelf. He got up and took the piles of white paper on the desk in his hand, trembling at Moritz and Winters: "Finished."

But what he was holding was obviously blank paper.

Field dipped a little water from the basin with his hand and explained to his two subordinates slowly: "Some shameful people will write shameful content in an invisible way. This technique is called steganography. In fact, it is to use alum water as ink. After drying, it will be white paper. Only by applying water can it appear."

He evenly applied the water to the white paper, but nothing appeared on the paper.

Major Moritz coughed slightly awkwardly.

Field didn't see any embarrassment at all. He said with interest: "Oh, have you improved the technology? It's interesting."

The lieutenant colonel raised a piece of paper, looked through the light, and said confidently: "Steminography is a dumb puzzle. As long as the party who needs to read knows the answer, the process of obtaining information should not be difficult. Common methods are nothing more than water and fire. Not water, so what if it is fire?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! As he said that, the Lieutenant Colonel picked up a piece of paper and went close to the torch and baked. After more than ten seconds, lines of light yellow text really appeared on the white paper.

"I thought it was something fresh, but it turned out to be an old trick like lemon juice mixed with ink." The lieutenant colonel's tone was quite disappointed, as if something fun toy was broken.

The sound of a crunching wooden shaft turning sounded, and a secret door suddenly appeared on the wall.

Winters subconsciously pulled out his weapon, and he didn't realize that there was a secret door on the wall.

The designer used the rugged walls of the earthen wall to cleverly cover up the gaps in the dark doors. Under the dim light conditions underground, they probably had to stick them on the wall to search bit by bit to find them.

An indignant voice came out of the secret door: "That's not an account book, it's just a few statements. In addition to steganography, I also used encryption. You don't know what you wrote just by decrypting steganography."

A bald man in gray robe limped out of the door. Winters originally thought that the thugs should be a vicious person, but this man in gray robe looked like an ordinary person, even thinner than an ordinary person.

Perhaps because the sun is always gone, his skin is sickly white. But he has neat teeth, which is not common among the people at the bottom. His hair and beard are neatly maintained, and the fabric of his robe is not very good, but it is clean. Although it is underground, there is no mud in the cracks of his nails.

Moreover, his bald head doesn't seem to be born, but it seems to be deliberately shaved into the Mediterranean.

The man in the gray robe gave Winters the same feeling as Winters had about this room. If he met this person on the street, Winters would probably think he was a priest of the public church.

Field signaled Winters to take back his sword with his eyes and waved the stack of paper at the man in his hand: "Then do you want to try if I can untie your ciphertext?"

The man in gray robe limped to the side of Field, took the stack of white paper from the lieutenant colonel and put it in his arms, without any awareness of being killed just now.

He sat back on the bed with his legs dragged his legs and said impatiently: "What do you have to ask? Just send someone to send a message. Do you need to spend so much time every time? Do you think it's easy for me to get such a scum?"

"I'm afraid I can't ask clearly if I send someone," Lieutenant Colonel Field replied with a smile.

"If you have any questions, please ask quickly, and leave quickly after asking." The man in the gray robe said honorific, but his tone was very impatient.

Lieutenant Colonel Field dragged his stool and sat in front of the man with gray robe: "When the pier explodes, everyone in the city knows it. Don't tell me you didn't hear the wind at all."

"You came to me just to inquire about this?"

"right."

"I really don't know much about this." The man in gray robe frowned and said, "I only know that someone had previously ordered a batch of north-facing roulettes in the black market, which required a short gun that could be used with one hand. Spring rifle is a rare thing. When I heard that someone wanted to buy a spring rifle and a short gun, I knew that there was probably another big man going to be finished, so I left a little impression."

"Someone wants to buy a reed rifle made in United Province?"

"Yes, I have to buy the name of a craftsman in the United Provinces, and the time is urgent and the bid is very high."

“Can you find who bought it?”

The man in gray robe grinned and laughed dryly: "What do you think? Why do you think you want to come to the black market to buy this thing?"

"Who sold that?"

The man in gray robe snorted coldly: "Aren't you asking nonsense? Qianmin Street is not my backyard. I'm just here to handle a small deal. Anyway, it's not what I sold. It's useless to find out. The seller cannot know who the buyer is in this place."

The man's tone was very irritating, but the lieutenant colonel was not annoyed. He supported his chin and asked, "Is there any useful news?"

The man in gray robe lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up and replied, "It's nothing, at least I don't know."

Winters couldn't tell whether the man in gray was telling the truth or lies, but Lieutenant Colonel Field didn't seem to doubt him.

"Then please help me find out if there is any trouble recently, tell me in time." Field stood up, obviously going to say goodbye.

"Please don't come here in person in the future, just send someone to send a message." The man in gray robe said with a wry smile.

...

An hour later, the living room of Major Moritz's apartment.

Field walked upstairs, holding three freshly washed wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

He placed the wine glass on the small table, poured himself half a cup first, and then poured half a cup for Moritz and Winters each.

The lieutenant colonel is still more concerned about the mental state of Winters, a fledgling rookie.

While handing the wine glass to Winters, he said, "Don't feel guilty about what happened today. Half of the scum in the Qianmin Street carried a murder case on their backs, and the other half carried more than one murder case on their backs. Killing them was just to save money from nooses for the Senate."

"We can't say that, after all, we didn't go through any trial procedures." Major Moritz took a sip of wine and sang a reverse tune slowly.

"They attacked the officers on duty and did not need to be judged." The lieutenant colonel's tone was very bad. He poured himself wine and said, "It's a pity that these scums will never be killed. I have slaughtered so much today, and the cripple will find more people tomorrow. God knows how many rats are hidden in this Qianmin Street."

"Who is that bald man? Why is he wearing the hairstyle of a priest?" Winters asked, holding the wine glass.

"Crip...Crip...Crip is a scumbag among the scumbags in Qianmin Street. With him restrained, the group of animals can do less dirty things." Lieutenant Colonel Field did not answer Winters directly. He avoided the important and changed the topic: "Welfareman Montane, do you still want to learn practical magic? If you want, the person who can teach you is right in front of you."

After saying that, Field pointed his hand at Major Moritz.

"I want to learn." Winters stood up excitedly.

Today, Major Moritz showed his extraordinary spell abilities. Moritz was tortured by a severe withdrawal reaction on the dock that day, not the major's true level.

"What are you learning from me? I can't use anything except acceleration spells. A spellcaster like me is a deformed child among the spellcaster - a congenital disability." The major said with a wry smile.

"Damn! The idea of ​​the magic battle situation is a very wrong." Lieutenant Colonel Field slapped his thigh hard: "The magic battle situation is so hard that the caster can master every spell, and more than a dozen spells are taught to us in one mind. I understood it too late. After seeing Moritz, I realized that this idea was completely wrong. The caster is enough to master one spell for his whole life."

Although Moritz himself does not seem to be proud of his magical abilities, Winters' idea of ​​learning from the major is very firm.

He has always been troubled by the lack of lethality of fire-burning spells. He finally had the opportunity to ask a more sophisticated spellcaster for advice, so he naturally refused to give up easily.

Seeing that this junior brother really wanted to learn, Moritz shrugged.

He walked into his bedroom, searched through the desk for a long time, and finally walked out with a small leather bag.

"Next." The major threw the small bag to Winters.

Winters untied the rope and contained ten metal rods in his leather bag.
To be continued...