Sword of Daybreaker

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Now, the plant called “The Thorin Tree” is in front of Adesha’s eyes.

She lay in a convalescent room specially prepared for herself. This room was located on the west side of the old Solinburg. It was once the property of the local Feudal Lord. Most of the elegant decorations of the past are still preserved, but in those Some modern furnishings have been added among the magnificent home furnishings. There is a tall crystal window on her side. Through the window, she can see the endless green.

That is the canopy of the giant Thorin tree. Strictly speaking, it is the bottom of the edge of the canopy. There are large-scale unimaginable branches and leaves spreading one after another, like a green ocean hanging upside down in the sky, full of Adesha’s sight , Its scale is so large that the sunlight is completely shielded by the canopy. The more the central area of ​​the giant Thorin tree, the sparser the sunlight, and the entire area directly under the canopy is shrouded in the long night. It should be so.

There are actually a lot of light sources dispelling the shadows under the canopy.

In the trails on the ground and in several villages and towns, the Cecil people set up a large number of artificial lights to illuminate the areas where humans live like a city that never sleeps, and in the upper canopy and the wooden pillars that extend and hang down from the canopy Above, there are many glowing vines and fluorescent fungi, so that the wilderness area under the canopy of the giant Thorin tree will not fall into complete darkness.

There are man-made lights on one side, and natural plants on the other side. The two merge in a wonderful symbiosis way on this land once destroyed by war, and are protected by giant trees.

This is a view that Adesha has never seen anywhere.

After settling down, she spent a long time steadily looking out the window, looking at every detail in this wonder.

She knew that she would stay here for a long time, and even after she recovered completely, she would still “cure” in this old castle, outside this cozy room, beside every corridor and every door Fully armed soldiers are standing. There are magical institutions that operate day and night everywhere inside and outside the castle. She is a distinguished guest here and a prisoner here. The young Wolf General knows this very well.

But if you were a “prisoner” with such a wonderful scenery as company…it seems not bad.

The young Wolf General was lightly sighed, and a little tiredness came up again-the physical fitness and recovery ability of the high-end powerhouse allowed her to survive the terrifying air raid, but the pain and high speed that followed The loss caused by repairing the body is not so easy to recover. She is so tired now that she is very tired to look up at the scenery outside the window for a while.

She lay down, ready to take a nap, waiting for the return of Sister Marian who had gone to report on her work.

But she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.

Adesha turned her head slightly and saw a man in a white robe push the door into the room.

That seems to be the standard clothing that Cecil Empire technicians often wear-Adesha unable to bear looked at it curiously, but she didn’t see the man’s face. The other party was wearing a thick coat with a high collar under the robe. After the collar was pulled up, most of his face was covered. After he entered the house, he immediately began to sort out some sundries and medical supplies on the nearby shelves, busy. It seems that not at all means communicating with yourself.

But Adesha still decided to take the initiative to say hello to the other party: “Hello, sir.”

The man’s movements suddenly stopped, seeming to be shocked by his sudden greeting, and then he continued to work in his hands, while maintaining a sideways posture and gently nodded, coming from behind the high collar Hoarse and low voice: “Well, hello…Young Lady.”

Adesha was subconsciously frowned, but soon her brows opened up. She watched the other person busy there, and the weird thoughts that had just emerged in her heart quickly dissipated – it seemed to be just an ordinary worker.

Such a staff member should also be assigned by the Cecil military, and may even be a “technical soldier” himself. It is estimated that such a person would not have much conversation with himself, a “special prisoner”.

Adesha was thinking about the other person’s movements in her mind—when she had nothing to do, she had to find something to pass the time. She saw the man pick up the items on the shelf one by one, quickly checked the labels on them, and then put them back skillfully. She couldn’t see the significance of such checks, but judging from the skillful movements of the other party, he was obviously Have been working here for a long time.

“Sir, are you here…technician?” Adesha was a little bored, and the impossible to bear asked.

The man’s movements stopped again. After a while, he seemed to say with a hint of hesitation: “I…I am in the Druid department…I am a medical staff.”

“Are you in charge of taking care of me?” Adesha was a little curious. She had never seen such a weird “doctor”, and the other party’s husky and low voice was vague, so she continued to ask, “Where is Sister Marian? “

“She is mainly responsible for taking care of you,” the man said in a low voice, “I…I came to help from another department.”

“Oh, I see,” Adesha said casually, and then curled his mouth. “You Cecil people are always very efficient in managing people.”

The man fell silent again-he always seemed to be so unfathomable mystery silent, as if it took a long time to answer every question. Then he raised his collar a bit, came near Adesha’s bed, and began to check the contents of the handover manual on the small desk next to him.

Adesha has just arrived here, so there is not much to read in the manual, but he has read it carefully for a long time.

“How is your injury?” he asked suddenly.

“If you are talking about comparing with when you were just injured… then I almost feel like I have recovered completely,” Adesha said lightly, “but if you compare with a healthy person… as you see, There is still a long way to go for recovery.”

“Your eyes…” the man asked hesitantly again.

“…Fortunately, I have one eye intact. It is said that these ten lucky ones.” Adesha hesitated slightly for half a second this time, and the original relaxed tone was somewhat lost. “It is said that the impossible is cured— —But Sister Marianne still persuades me to be optimistic. She said that something called the technology of flesh and blood regeneration might still work for me… To be honest, I didn’t believe it much.”

For some reason, she said a lot more than she thought–she shouldn’t have said so much to a stranger, especially in such an environment.

Since coming to Cecil’s land, since becoming a prisoner of war, she hasn’t had such ordinary daily conversations with strangers for a long time: she only chats with the relatively familiar Sister Marian, and only that one.

Adesha felt a little strange, she couldn’t figure it out, but she always felt that this weird man in front of her always brought herself an inexplicable familiarity… and a sense of peace of mind. She frowned, wondering if she had lost her vigilance in a strange environment, but at this moment, the man suddenly spoke again.

“The regeneration of flesh and blood can regenerate mutilated limbs, even including the tongue that has been broken for ten years, but the eye is a difficult organ to deal with. The connection between it and the brain is delicate and complicated, and it is also very fragile… For the time being, there is no way to regenerate it,” he whispered, “but I think Sister Marian doesn’t deceive you. She just doesn’t understand this field-medical treatment is not a nun’s specialty.”

Adesha didn’t know if there was a sense of loss in her heart. She suspected that she might not at all be as free and easy as she imagined. At the same time, she asked curiously, “Nuns are not good at medical treatment? Cecil’s Priest doesn’t study treatment. What else are you training?”

“Mixed martial arts, shooting, artillery, physical training and survival in the battlefield,” the man said seriously, “war nuns like Marian will also receive basic commander training.”

Adesha: “??”

The man didn’t seem to notice the momentary sluggish expression on Adesha’s face. He just continued to hide his face in the shadow of the collar, and after a moment of thinking, he suddenly said: “The flesh regeneration technique will develop… now there is no way. But one day it can be used to heal your eyes.”

His tone was serious, as if it had a hint of resolute and decisive, as if he was making a solemn promise to the stranger in front of him.

Adesha glanced at the other person with a weird expression. She tried to observe something from the other’s hoarse voice and the little bit of face, but she couldn’t see anything. She only felt that some very old and yellowed memories in her mind seemed to be beating. They were almost vague impressions from her childhood. They were so long that she didn’t dare to confirm their details.

The man noticed her observation, so he turned around and turned his back to the bed to do other things.

He is actively avoiding himself?

Adesha immediately noticed this. Amidst doubts and speculation, she held up her upper body slightly: “Sir, may I ask…”

“You should rest,” the other party interrupted her directly, “Sister Marian should be back soon too. Just tell her that I’ve been here.”

He put down the thing in his hand, and seemed to be about to turn around and walk towards the door not far away. Adesha felt that her heart was suddenly half a beat, and she subconsciously called the other person again: “But I don’t know your name yet. , Sir—”

The silhouette of the man paused for a while, he turned his head slightly, but said nothing, but moved towards the door at the next moment.

On this side of the head, Adesha felt as if she saw a pair of familiar eyes.

She feels her breathing and heartbeat are rushing-she still doesn’t think about it, but she sees that the other person is about to walk to the door.

A strong feeling surged in Adesha’s heart. She felt as if she was about to lose something important to her again-she saw the man’s hand on the doorknob, turning the handle Before, he gently pressed the handle twice with his thumb. This subtle movement made Adesha’s mind some yellowish, long-lasting pictures suddenly appeared in his mind——

This is a small gesture that father is used to.

“Sir! Please wait a moment!!!” Adesha exclaimed, her lungs that have not yet recovered completely began to ache, “Please wait a moment!”

She felt that her thoughts at this moment were ridiculous, and her expectations at this moment were like an unrealistic joke, but she finally decided to replace her until now with sensibility and impulse. She insisted on rationality and logic, she stretched forward The man was still standing at the door, not moving at all like a sculpture frozen in past memory. The distance between them was only a few meters, but at the same time they were separated for more than ten years.

Next moment, Adesha lost her balance-she was battered and exhausted and rolled off the bed to the ground.

The man rushed over like a gust of wind.

The distance of a few meters and the time of more than ten years were instantly reduced to a point.

The man came to Adesha’s side, with one knee on the ground, one hand supporting her neck, as if he wanted to support her, and at this distance and angle, Adesha could almost see her hidden in the clothes. Collar the entire face in the shadow.

The face is so much worse than the memory, not only the aging and vicissitudes brought by age, but also many changes that she can’t understand at the moment, but she still recognizes those eyes.

“Is this a dream?” she whispered unable to bear.

“You are in reality, my child,” Bard lowered his eyes, “I am your father-I am here.”

“…why?”

“I am now a researcher at Cecil Empire.”

“This is not what I asked,” Adesha closed her eyes, she could feel herself shaking, “Why…”

What does she want to ask?

Ask why the other party hasn’t shown up for so many years? Ask why the other party is loyal to Cecil? Asked why the other party changed from an extremely powerful Knight Feudal Lord to this look?

She closed her eyes altogether, as if avoiding some answers that she didn’t even know existed.

Bard was silent, and then he slowly used his force to lift Adesha from the ground and support her on the bed.

“I have a lot to tell you.”

……

In the hallway outside the door, a blond young nun drowsily leaned against a window sill, the huge might Holy Light blaster was placed next to her, and in her hand was a heavy book that had been read again.

She lifts the head, glanced at the room not far away, the corners of her mouth curled up, and then lowered her head back to the interesting reading.

A rustling sound came from the side. Plants and vines growing along the wall and prosperous flowers climbed onto the windowsill. Belterra’s silhouette was condensed among the flowers and vines. She walked through the open window and came to Sister Marian. By the way, the latter had to put down the book and changed a relatively solemn posture to greet the incarnation nodded of the Thorin Tree: “Good day, Ms. Belterra.”

“I have been worried about what will happen to their reunion—I even worried that they would fight,” Belterra shook his head. “This matter is even being paid attention to by Imperial Capital. I don’t want to be surprised. Fortunately, everything seems to be going well now.”

“Of course it will go smoothly, at least you don’t have to worry about their fights from at first,” Sister Marianne gave a gentle and calm smile, like any qualified priest, her smile is warm And peace of mind, “A father who reunited with the daughter must be impossible to act on the daughter, and the seriously injured’Eldest Young Lady’ is even more impossible and powerful to conflict with her father-even more how I am still on her. One dose of Alchemy potion has doubled the dose of Moonlight Mixture……”

Belterra: “??”