Chapter 33 Treatment_3

A spellcaster attuned to such high levels of magic yet addicted to alcohol was like someone trampling on Winters' most treasured possessions, a piercing irony indeed.

But he was well aware that unsolicited advice was a big taboo. Drunkenness was the major's personal choice, and he had neither the position nor the right to say those 'I'm only saying this for your good' kind of words.

Seeing Major Moritz begin to grow tired, Winters helped the major lie down and watched as he fell back into a deep sleep.

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At the same time as Major Moritz slipped into dreams, still within the Customs Administration office, still in Hurd's office, the same few people, the same stifling atmosphere persisted.

The directors of Customs were still just burying their heads in smoke, and this time, Hurd joined the ranks of the haze creators.