"I really didn't do this!" Winters felt that he was so wronged. He walked one step at a time in the darkness: "X! I really only burned the thief's hair!"
"I know, I know, you definitely didn't do this. The fire is far away from here." Bard led the way carrying two halberds and calmly helped Winters shift the blame.
"What a ghost!" Winters had a very rough day. During the day, he was hit by a bolt from the blue by Ike, and at night, a female thief claimed his life. His left shoulder, right arm, and feet were all injured.
The two of them walked quickly back to their duty station at the north gate. The junior students standing guard at the door had heard the whistle and saw the abnormality in the sky. They thought it was the patrolling guards who blew the whistle when they saw a fire somewhere. The teacher on the night shift was also woken up and was waiting anxiously at the door for something.
So they were all shocked when they saw Winters return with a bloody arm.
"How did this happen? Why is he covered in blood?" The teacher on duty was confused.
"There was a thief who ran out from the direction of the school and I intercepted him. He used a knife and ran away." Winters had already sorted out his words on the way back.
He decided to be smart and not mention anything related to "fire" or women. So as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings and waste words.
"Who dares to risk their lives to run wild on our army's territory?" The teacher was furious when he heard that a thief dared to come to the military school and break into the empty gate.
Winters thought to himself: He is indeed a desperate person, and my life was almost lost.
However, the thief had already disappeared, and no one could do anything to her for the time being. The top priority was obviously to help Winters take care of the injury on his arm and figure out where the fire started.
The faculty member on the night shift immediately took Winters to the staff room. The teacher tried to light the lamp with a tinder cloth, but failed several times. Winters sighed inwardly and used the ignition spell to light the oil lamp. Only then did the instructor realize that Winters was the caster.
Only the light from the oil lamp was still too dim, so the teacher asked Winters’ students to bring over a few more oil lamps. At this time, Winters remembered the dagger owned by the female thief. The dagger was made of metal and could be used as a casting material for the light spell as long as it was not rusty.
So Winters took out the dagger, which was still the fire spell's casting gesture, and he used Tesla's light spell. Magic power was poured into the surface of the dagger, and after the magic power was injected into the metal, the magic power was released in the form of visible light, and the room was immediately illuminated.
The teacher took advantage of the light to find a pair of small scissors and took the time to cut open the right sleeve of Winters summer's uniform. The blood on Winters' arm had solidified, sticking the fabric tightly to the wound.
"But I gritted my teeth and endured it." The teacher said in a low voice: "This must be torn off and cannot be left on the wound. Otherwise, your wound will ooze pus and you will die of high fever."
More than ten years of sovereignty wars have allowed soldiers to accumulate a lot of experience in dealing with sharp injuries, and these experiences were finally summarized into the teaching content of health classes. Anyone who can be a teacher in a military academy must also be from a military academy. Everyone in this room knows that wounds must not stick to clothes.
Winters nodded, and the teacher didn't waste any words. With a ruthless heart and a strong hand, he tore off the clothing that was stuck to the wound. Winters gasped at the pain, and the wound that had stopped bleeding began to bleed again.
At this time, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. The sound came from far to near and soon stopped at the door of the staff duty room. A student pushed open the door and walked in: "Report! The horse is here."
The student who was standing guard at the door just now noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky and immediately woke up the teacher on duty who was sleeping in the duty room. The instructor immediately judged that there was a fire at the port, and led a student out and ran along the road in the direction of the fire, trying to find out the situation.
As they ran, the teacher realized that he had made a mistake. The place where the fire broke out was obviously quite far away from the school. How could he reach the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse on two legs? So the two of them ran back again and sent a student from the cavalry department to the school stables to lead the students. Two horses are coming.
While the teacher was pacing back and forth at the school gate like an ant on a hot pot, waiting for the horse to be brought over, Winters and Bud returned to the north gate.
The instructor ignored the student holding the horse. He first carefully inspected the clothing torn from Winters' body under the illumination of the light spell, and then carefully examined Winters' wounds. At this time, Winters could no longer maintain the light spell, the dagger dimmed, and the only light source in the room was the oil lamp.
"It's okay, no bones were injured. The weapon that caused the wound was very sharp, and no rags were wrapped in the wound. The cut edge is also very smooth, and it will heal quickly. If there are magic users here, there won't even be a scar. Stay." The instructor made a confident judgment, and then ordered the other students: "Find some clean water, dissolve the salt, and wash his wound. Do not wrap the wound."
The teacher tore off a long piece of cloth from the sheet, tied a knot around Winters' neck and right hand, and made a sling similar to one used when a broken arm, and told Winters: "Don't leave your right arm alone." Move around and disturb the wound less, it will heal faster."
After treating Winters' stab wound, the instructor took a student and hurriedly rode to the port area to scout for the fire.
After the teacher left, Bud quickly gave Winters some salt water to clean his wound, but he was also troubled. Where could he find clean water and salt at night? Thinking that only the kitchen had these two things, he hurriedly went out and ran to the canteen to get salt water.
Only Winters and three juniors were left in the room. Winters didn't know these three people, and these three people didn't know Winters either. The four of them looked at each other with big eyes.
"Go to the student duty room." Winters decided to change rooms first instead of staying in the staff duty room.
"Squad leader, who could be so ruthless?" A junior cadet looked at Winters's wounds carefully and said in fear: "Do you need to use a knife to steal something? Besides, what is there to steal in the school?"
"I thought he was an escapee." Winters said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect him to come up and stab me with a knife."
"Do you see what it looks like?"
"My face was covered, so I couldn't see it, but I'm sure it's a woman."
"Women?!" The three junior students were stunned. In the life of a military academy student, except for cooks and washerwomen, there were few opportunities to see other female humans, let alone female thieves.
The three juniors looked at each other and tacitly believed that the senior might be too horny and looked at everyone like a woman.
"It's really a female thief! (expletive)!" Winters could see what these three brats were thinking at a glance. Female thieves did look like some kind of erotic fantasy, but he was sure that the one who just held a dagger to The person he pounced on was definitely a woman.
He now regretted mentioning the fact that the thief was a woman to these three brats. Their attention was completely attracted by the word woman.
"Didn't you notice anything unusual just now?" Winters wanted to ask the juniors what they knew.
"No, I was on duty just now. Just the same. I didn't hear any strange sounds or see anything strange." A junior officer student shook his head.
