Now, the plant known as the "Thorin Giant Tree" is already in front of Andersa.
She was lying in a healing 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 lord. Most of the elegant decorations in the past are still preserved. Just some modern furnishings were added between those gorgeous home things, and there was a high crystal window on her side. Through the window, she could see boundless green.
That is the crown of the giant Thorin tree. Strictly speaking, it is the bottom of the edge of the crown. Unimaginable large-scale branches and leaves spread there layer upon layer, filling it like a green ocean hanging upside down in the sky. Looking at Andesa's line of sight, its scale is so large that the sunlight is completely blocked by the tree crown. The closer to the center of the Thorin giant tree, the sunlight becomes sparser, and the entire area directly below the tree crown is shrouded in In the long night - this is how it should be.
There are actually a lot of light sources that disperse the shadows underneath the canopy.
On the trails and several villages and towns on the surface, the Cecil people have set up a large number of artificial lights, lighting up the areas where humans live like a city that never sleeps. In the canopy above and extending from the canopy, The hanging wooden pillars are wrapped with many luminous vines and fluorescent fungi, so that the wilderness area under the canopy of the Thorin giant tree will not fall into complete darkness.
On one side are artificial lights, on the other side are luminous natural plants. The two are integrated in a wonderful symbiotic way on this land that was once destroyed by war, and they are both protected by giant trees.
This is a view Andersa has never seen anywhere.
After settling down, she spent a long time staring out the window, looking at every detail in this wonderful scenery.
She knew that she would have to live here for a long time, and even after she recovered, she would still "recuperate" in this old castle. Outside this comfortable room, every corridor and every There were heavily armed soldiers standing beside the door, and there were magic mechanisms running day and night everywhere inside and outside the castle. She was a distinguished guest here and a prisoner here. The young General Wolf knew this very well.
But if you are accompanied by such wonderful scenery during your days as a "prisoner"...it seems not bad.
The young General Wolf sighed softly, a little tiredness welling up again - the physical fitness and recovery ability of a high-level powerhouse allowed her to survive the terrible air attack, but then came The pain and wear and tear caused by the rapid repair of the body are not easy to recover. She feels tired very easily now, so much so that she will feel tired even if she looks up at the scenery outside the window for a while.
She lay down, ready to take a nap and wait for Sister Marianne, who had gone to report her duties, to come back.
But a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door interrupted her movements.
Andesa turned her head slightly and saw a man in a white robe pushing open the door and walking into the room.
That seems to beThe standard uniform commonly worn by the technical staff of the Cecil Empire - Andesa couldn't help but look at it curiously, but she didn't see the man's face. The other person wore a thick coat with a high collar under his robe. The collar was pulled up to cover most of his face. After entering the room, he immediately began to sort out some sundries and medical supplies on the nearby shelves, busy. It seems that he has no intention of communicating with himself.
But Andesa still decided to take the initiative to say hello to the other party: "Hello, sir."
The man's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was suddenly greeted by her. The sound frightened him, and then he continued to work on the work in his hands. At the same time, he nodded slightly while maintaining a sideways posture. A hoarse and low voice came from behind the high collar: "Well, hello...Miss."
Andesa frowned subconsciously, but soon her brows relaxed. She looked at the other person busy there, and the strange thoughts that had just appeared in her heart quickly dissipated - it seemed like it was just a person. Ordinary staff.
Such a staff member should also be assigned by Cecil's military, and may even be a "technical soldier" himself. Such a person would probably not have much conversation with a "special prisoner" like himself.
Andesa was thinking in her mind while sizing up the other party's movements - 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 check the labels on them, and then put them back skillfully. She couldn't see the significance of such a check, but judging from the other person's skillful movements, it was obvious that he Been working here for a long time.
"Sir, are you... the technical staff here?" Andesa was a little bored and couldn't help but ask.
The man stopped again, and after a moment he said with a hint of hesitation: "I... I am in the Druid Department... considered a medical staff."
"You "Responsible for taking care of me?" Andesa was a little curious. She had never seen such a weird "doctor", and the other person's hoarse and low voice was unclear, so she couldn't help but continue to ask, "Where is Sister Marianne?"
"She is mainly responsible for taking care of you," the man said in a low voice, "I...come from other departments to help."
"Oh, I understand," Ander Sha said casually, then raised the corner of her mouth, "You Cecil people are always very efficient in managing personnel."
The man fell silent again - he always seemed to be so inexplicable He was silent, as if he needed to think for a long time to answer every question. Then he pulled his collar higher, came to Andesa's bed, and began to check the contents recorded in the handover manual on the small desk next to it.
Andesa had just arrived here, so there was not much to read in the manual, but he read it carefully for a long time.
"How is your injury?" He asked suddenly.
“If you mean compared with when you were first injured...then I almost feel"I have recovered," Andesa said in a relaxed tone, "but if you compare it with healthy people... As you can see, there is still a long way to go before recovery." "
"Your eyes..." the man asked hesitantly.
"...Fortunately, one of my eyes is intact. It is said that I am very lucky. ," Andesa hesitated for half a second this time, and her original relaxed tone also lost a bit, "It is said that it is impossible to cure it - but Sister Marianne still advised me to stay optimistic. She talked about something called flesh and blood regeneration technology. Maybe it will work for me... To be honest, I don't really believe it. ”
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.
Ever since she came to Cecil's land, and since she became a prisoner of war, she had not had such ordinary daily conversations with strangers for a long time: she only chatted with the relatively familiar Sister Marian, and only with That one.
Andesa felt a little strange, she couldn't figure it out, but she always felt that the strange man in front of her always gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity... and a sense of security. He frowned, wondering if he had lost his vigilance in the unfamiliar environment, but at this moment, the man suddenly spoke again.
"The flesh and blood regeneration technique can regenerate missing limbs. It even includes a tongue that has been amputated for ten years, but the eye is a very difficult organ to deal with. The connection between it and the brain is exquisite and complex, and it is also very fragile... The flesh and blood regeneration technique has no way to deal with it for the time being," he said in a low voice. , “But I don’t think Sister Marianne meant to deceive you, she just doesn’t understand the field—medicine is not a nun’s specialty. "
Andesa didn't know if she felt disappointed in her heart. She suspected that she might not be as free and easy as she thought. At the same time, she couldn't help but asked curiously: "Nuns are not good at medical treatment? What else do Cecil's priests train if they don't learn healing? "
"Mixed martial arts, shooting, gunnery, physical training and battlefield survival," the man said seriously. "War sisters like Marianne will also receive basic commander training. "
Andesa: "? ? "
The man didn't seem to notice the dull expression on Andersa's face. He just continued to hide his face in the shadow of the collar. After a moment of thinking, he suddenly said: "The flesh and blood regeneration technique will continue to develop. The... There is no way now, but one day it can be used to cure your eyes. ”
His tone was very serious, as if he was making a solemn promise to the stranger in front of him.
Andersa’s expression was a little strange. She glanced at the other person, trying to detect something from the other person's hoarse voice and the little bit of face she showed, but she couldn't see anything. She only felt that some very old and yellowed memories in her mind seemed to be beating. It was almost a vague impression from her childhood, itThey were so old that she dared not confirm their details herself.
The man noticed her observation, so he turned his back to the bed to do other things.
Is he actively avoiding himself?
Andesa noticed this immediately. Amid doubts and speculations, she couldn't help but slightly propped up her upper body: "Sir, please..."
"It's time for you to rest. ," the other party interrupted her directly, "Sister Marianne should be back soon, just tell her that I have been here."
He put down what he was holding and seemed to be about to turn around. Walking towards the door not far away, Andesa felt her heart suddenly beat faster. She subconsciously called the other party again: "But I don't know your name yet, sir-"
The man paused for a moment. He turned his head slightly, but said nothing. Instead, he walked towards the door the next moment.
And just between the side of her head, Andesa felt as if she saw a pair of familiar eyes.
She felt her breathing and heartbeat quicken - she still didn't remember it, but she saw that the other party was already approaching the door.
A strong feeling arose in Andesa's heart. She felt as if she was about to lose something important to her again - she saw the man's hand on the door. On the handle, before turning the handle, he lightly pressed it twice with his thumb. This extremely subtle movement caused some yellowed, long-lasting images to pop up in Andesa's mind -
This is a small gesture that my father is used to.
"Sir! Please wait a moment!!" Andesa shouted loudly, her unhealed lungs began to hurt, "Please wait a moment!"
She felt that she The thought at this moment was simply ridiculous, and she felt that her expectations at this moment were like an unrealistic joke, but she finally decided to use emotion and impulse to replace the reason and logic she had always insisted on. She stretched out her hand, and that person Still standing at the door, not moving at all like a sculpture solidified in the past memory, they are only a few meters apart, but at the same time they are separated by more than ten years.
The next moment, Andesa lost her balance - she rolled down from the bed to the ground in embarrassment.
The man rushed over like a strong wind.
The distance of several meters and more than ten years were instantly reduced to one point.
The man came to Andesa, put one knee on the ground, and held her neck with one hand, as if he wanted to help her up. But at this distance and angle, Andesa You can almost see the other person's entire face hidden in the shadow of his collar.
The face was so different from what she remembered, not only due to the aging and vicissitudes brought about by age, but also many changes that she couldn't understand at the moment, but she still knew those eyes.
"Is this a dream?" She couldn't help but whisper.
"You are in reality, my childSon," Bud lowered his eyes, "I am your father—I am here. "
"...Why? "
"I am now a researcher in the Cecil Empire. "
"That's not what I asked," Andesa closed her eyes. She could feel herself shaking, "Why..."
What exactly did she want to ask? ?
Ask the other party why he has not shown up for so many years? Ask him why he is loyal to Cecil? Ask him why he has changed from an extremely powerful knight lord to this. ? She simply closed her eyes, as if to avoid some answers that she didn't even know existed.
Bud was silent, and then he slowly lifted Andesa up from the ground. Help her onto the bed.
“I have a lot to say to you. "
...
In the corridor outside the door, a young nun with blond hair leaned lazily on a window sill, with a powerful Holy Light Blaster placed beside her. , in her hand was a heavy book that she read again.
She raised her head, glanced at the room not far away, raised the corner of her mouth, and then lowered her head and returned to the interesting place.
p>A rustling sound came from the side, and plant vines and prosperous flowers growing along the wall climbed onto the window sill. Bertila's figure condensed and formed among the flower vines. She passed through the open window and came to Next to Sister Marian, the latter had to put down her book and changed to a relatively solemn posture to nod to the incarnation of the Thorin giant tree: "Good day, Ms. Bertila. "
"No need to be formal, let me take a look at the situation," Bertila said casually, while glancing at the room not far away, "Fortunately...I finally took this step." "
"It wasn't until yesterday that I received intelligence that a researcher in the Thorin area turned out to be Typhon's former wolf general and the long-lost father of the 'eldest lady'," Marian "It was quite a shock," said the nun. "
"I have been worried about what will happen when they reunite - I am even worried that they will fight," Bertila shook his head, "Even people in the imperial capital are paying attention to this matter. I don't want any accidents. Fortunately, everything seems to be going well now. "
"Of course it will go smoothly, at least you don't have to worry about them fighting from the beginning," Sister Marian showed a gentle and calm smile, like any qualified clergyman's smile. It makes people feel warm and reassuring. "A father who reunites with his daughter will definitely not be able to do something to her, and the 'eldest lady' who has not recovered from her serious injury is even less likely to have the strength to have a conflict with her father - not to mention me. She also doubled the amount of moonlight mixture in her last alchemical potion..."
Bertira: "? ? ”