He took out one of them and distinguished from the luster and weight. The material should be steel or iron.

The metal rod has a uniform texture and a smooth surface. One end is pointed and the other end is flat.

It is two rounds thinner than the little finger, about the same length as the middle finger, and it is neither light nor heavy when held in the hand.

"Is it iron?" Winters asked.

"It's steel, very good steel. This is the practice equipment I have figured out myself." Major Moritz sat back on the lounge chair and explained slowly: "The way to practice acceleration in the military academy course is to accelerate heavy objects. The heavier the object that can accelerate, the better, but I think that kind of exercise is meaningless.

I think that when practicing flying arrow technique, you should ensure that the weight of the "arrow" used every time is exactly the same, so that it will take a long time to develop a feel. Here, the ten steel cones, five blunt heads, and five pointed heads have been adjusted using the most precise balance, and it is exactly the same."

Winters took out all ten steel cones, five with curved blunt heads in front, and five with sharp spikes in front.

He took two of them and put them in his left and right hands to weigh them. He really couldn't tell which one was more important.

"Have you ever played darts?" Moritz asked Winters.

"I've played it, it's not amazing."

Moritz entered the bedroom again, this time he dragged out a round target plate from under the bed. The wooden plate was wrapped in a circle of straw ropes, and a silver coin was nailed in the middle of the target plate.

The major hung the target tray above the fireplace and turned to Winters and said, "Please use the blunt steel cone as the casting material for the flying arrow technique and hit the silver coin."

Winters held the steel cone in his hand and aimed at the silver coin in the center of the target disk, recalling the feeling of using the flying arrow technique, and entered the casting state.

He endured a strong sting and burning sensation, and used magic to speed up the steel cone in his hand.

The originally stationary steel cone accelerated magically in a short period of time, flew out of Winters' hands and left the range that Winters could reach with his third hand.

But it slowly hit the edge of the fireplace without even touching the edge of the target plate.

[The third hand and the fifth limb are both referring to the spell ability]

Winters' face felt hot, but there was no emotion on Major Moritz's face.

"Look a little higher," said the Major.

Winters nodded, adjusted his breath and shot out the second steel cone.

This time the steel cone hit the target plate, but it hit the upper right corner, which was still some distance away from the silver coins of the bull's eye.

"Are you still doing spell training every night?" asked the Major.

"Yes," replied Winters. Nightly spell training is a compulsory course for all spellcasters when at the military academy.

Except for those days on the boat, he was unable to practice spells due to phantom limb pain, even when he returned home, Winters did not stop his nightly spell training.

"Switch all the training items to this, don't practice other spells first. Use the blunt-headed ones to practice, and use the pointed ones to practice." Major Moritz explained while drinking: "You understand the flying arrow technique as throwing the dart with an invisible third hand. The explosive power of the spell determines the power of the dart, and the feel of the spell determines the accuracy of the dart.

Both points can be improved through persistent practice. After you get home, practice this. As long as you can continue to use the flying arrow technique, don’t stop practicing until you experience phantom limb pain and can no longer enter the casting state. If you can’t sleep at night because of phantom limb pain, take this soak in water and drink it.”

Major Moritz threw Winters another paper bag, and Winters recognized that it was something the major bought on the black market in Qianmin Street. He opened the paper bag and took a look. It seemed that there was some herb inside.

"This thing can help you get into sleep - but soak a little at a time, don't soak too much. Sleep can help you repair yourself, and the phantom limb pain will disappear after a sleep."

"But we were resting for several days while on the boat before the phantom limb pain went away." Winters asked cautiously.

"I have never seen the severe phantom limb pain you were on the boat. Phantom limb pain will not be so serious when you practice this way. Don't worry." The major curled up in the lounge chair and said in confusion: "I'm also wondering how the people of the United Provinces made you look like that."

"Understood."

The major went from sipping a little bit at the beginning to drinking one sip: "After all, it still requires long-term training.

The caster course ends when you leave the military academy, but the caster training will never end in your lifetime. When I first graduated, I was a little better at flying arrows than you. Don’t worry, I will practice it slowly.”

Winters carefully remembered the major's words, but he still had a puzzled doubt: "Senior, since you have this special steel cone, why do you still use silver coins?"

"It's so uncomfortable for so much money, otherwise why?" Field, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

The major laughed: "What do you think?"

"Uh... easy to carry?" This is the only reason Winters could think of, but using silver coins is still too luxurious, and he would not be willing to bear it.

"That's it." Moritz nodded in praise: "Think about it, it's normal for you to bring a hundred silver coins when you go out, but it's very cumbersome to bring a hundred steel cones. Moreover, these steel cones are specially made. Once they are exhausted, the touch of the new "arrow" has changed drastically and will be inaccurate. So later I found that it's better to bring a silver coin, and even if you go to the ends of the world, you won't worry about not having ammunition."

"Bad! The weight of silver coins is different. Are the coins minted by the oath-behind coin the same weight as those minted by the sea blue coins? I also know that many black-hearted ghosts scrape the chips down from the silver coins, and they have to scrape down any silver coins they handle." Lieutenant Colonel Field obviously disagreed with Major Moritz's reasons.

[Those who carry the oath are the Holy Muluo Empire Emperor Henry III]

The major said lazily: "It's not too much. Besides, after practicing for a long time, it doesn't matter if there is a slight difference in weight."

The lieutenant colonel was still debating with the major, and Winters had decided to find someone to make hundreds of steel cones in one go when he had time. He didn't feel it was cumbersome to carry a hundred steel cones with him.
Chapter completed!