Winters did not have the habit of drinking, but he could not bring himself to say "no." He suddenly remembered the flask given to him by Alpad, which he had always carried with him.
Winters immediately took out the flask and placed it in Colonel Jeska's hand.
"Oh, this flask." Colonel Jeska felt the shape of the flask, unscrewed the cap, and took a small sip.
Then, he fumbled from his bosom and took out a twill cotton bag: "I have a gift for you, Winters."
"No, I can't accept this." At this moment, Winters couldn't bring himself to accept the Colonel's gift.
"Just open it and see." Colonel Jeska seemed to be smiling.
Inside the twill cotton bag was an oiled cloth package, and inside the oiled cloth package were maps, many, many maps. From the Great Wilderness to Paratu, all were personally drawn by Colonel Jeska.
