Sword of Daybreaker

Now, the plant called "The Thorin Giant Tree" is already in front of Andessa.

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 lord. Most of the elegant decorations of the past are still preserved, only in the gorgeous household things. Some modern furnishings were added in between. 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 canopy edge, where unimaginable large-scale branches and leaves spread one after another, like a green ocean hanging upside down in the sky, flooding Andessa’s sight. Its scale is so large that the sunlight is completely obscured by the tree canopy. The closer you go to the central area of ​​the giant tree, the sparser the sunlight, and the entire area directly under the canopy is shrouded in the long night. It should be so.

In fact, a large number of light sources disperse the shadows under the canopy.

In the trails on the surface and in several villages and towns, the Cecils 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 on the wooden pillars that extend and hang down from the canopy , It is entwined with 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.

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

This is a view that Andesa 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 was healed, she would still "cure" in this old castle. Outside this cozy room, every corridor and every door stood fully Armed soldier, 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 General Wolf knows this very well.

But if there is such a wonderful scenery as a companion in the days of being a "prisoner"...it seems not bad.

The young General Wolf sighed slightly, and a little tiredness surged up again-the high-ranking powerhouse's physical fitness and recovery ability allowed her to survive the terrible air attack, but the pain that followed and the rapid repair of her body The loss caused afterwards is not so easy to recover, she is very easy to feel tired now, so that looking up at the scenery outside the window will be very tired.

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

But a sound of footsteps from outside the room interrupted her movement.

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

It seemed to be the standard clothing that the technicians of the Cecil Empire often wore-Andesa couldn't help but look 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, he covered most of his face. After he entered the house, he immediately began to sort out some sundries and medical supplies on the nearby shelves, busy. It doesn't seem to mean to communicate with myself.

But Andesa still decided to take the initiative to say hello to the other party: "Hello, sir."

The man's movements suddenly stopped, seeming to be startled by his sudden greeting. Then he resumed his work, while maintaining a sideways posture and nodding lightly, a hoarse voice came from behind the high collar. Low voice: "Well, hello... miss."

Andesa frowned subconsciously, but soon her brows relaxed. 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 Cecil’s 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”.

While thinking in her heart, Andesa was looking at the other's actions-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 could not see the meaning 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... a technician?" Andersa was bored and couldn't help but ask.

The man's movements stopped again, and after a while, he seemed to say with a hint of hesitation: "I...I'm in the Druid department...a medical staff."

"You take care of me?" Andesa was a little curious. She hadn't seen such a weird "doctor", and the other party's husky and low voice was vague, so she couldn't help asking, "Where is Sister Marianne?"

"Mainly she is responsible for taking care of you," the man said in a low voice, "I...I came to help from another department."

"Oh, I see," Andesa said casually, and then cocked her mouth. "You Cecils are always very efficient in managing people."

The man fell silent again-he always seemed to be silent inexplicably like this, as if it took a long time to answer every question. Then he raised his collar a little more, came to Andessa's bed, and began to check the contents recorded in the handover manual on the small desk next to it.

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

"How is your injury?" he asked suddenly.

"If you mean comparing with when I was just injured... then I almost feel like I've recovered," Andesa said in a relaxed tone, "but if you compare with a healthy person... As you can see, it is still There is a long way to go."

"Your eyes..." the man asked hesitantly again.

"...Fortunately, I have one eye intact. It is said that these ten lucky ones," Andesa hesitated slightly for half a second this time, and her original relaxed tone was somewhat lost. "It is said that it is impossible to cure— —But Sister Marian still persuades me to be optimistic. She said that something called the technique 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, it has been a long time since she had such ordinary daily conversations with strangers: she only chatted with the relatively familiar Sister Marian, and only there. One.

Andesa felt a little strange, she couldn't figure it out, but she always felt that this strange 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... There is no way to use it," he whispered, "but I don't think Sister Marian meant to deceive you, she just doesn't understand this field-medicine is not a nun's specialty.

Andesa didn’t know if there was any loss 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 curiously asked: “Nuns are not good at medical treatment? Cecil’s priests do not learn to treat What else are you training?"

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

Andesa: "???"

The man didn't seem to notice the momentary sluggish expression on Andesa'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 regeneration technique will develop... now there is no way, but It can be used to heal your eyes one day."

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

Andesa 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 exposed, 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.

Is he actively avoiding himself?

Andesa immediately noticed this. Amidst doubts and speculation, she couldn't help but propped 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 things in his hands, and seemed to turn around and walk towards the door not far away. Andesa felt her heart beat for a while, she subconsciously called the other person again: "But I don't know your name yet. Mr--"

The man's figure paused, he turned his head slightly, but said nothing, but walked in the direction of the door the next moment.

And just between this side of her head, Andesa felt as if she saw a pair of familiar eyes.

She felt her breathing and heart beating fast-she still didn't think about it, but she saw that the other party was about to walk to the door.

There was a strong feeling 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 doorknob, before turning the handle , He lightly pressed twice on the handle with his thumb, and this subtle movement made Andesha burst out some yellow, long-lasting pictures in her mind——

This is a small gesture my father is used to.

"Sir! Please wait a minute!!" Andesa cried out, her unhealed lungs began to ache, "Please wait a minute!"

She felt that her thoughts at this moment were simply ridiculous, and her expectations at this moment seemed like an unrealistic joke, but she finally decided to replace the reason and logic she had always insisted on with sensibility and impulse, she stretched out her hand, And that person 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.

In the next moment, Andesa lost her balance-she rolled from the bed to the ground in embarrassment.

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 next to Andesa with one knee on the ground and one hand on her neck, as if he wanted to support her up, and at this distance and angle, Andesa could almost see clearly that the other person was hiding. The entire face in the shadow of the collar was gone.

That 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 couldn't help but whispered.

"You are in reality, my child," Bud lowered his eyes, "I am your father--I am here."

"……why?"

"I am now a researcher in the Cecil Empire."

"I'm not asking this," Andesa 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 lord to this appearance?

She simply closed her eyes, as if she was avoiding some answers that she didn't even know existed.

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

"I have a lot to tell you."

...

In the corridor outside the door, the blond young nun leaned lazily on a window sill, the powerful Holy Light blaster was placed next to her, and in her hand was a heavy book that had been read again.

She raised her head and glanced at the room not far away, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she lowered her head back to the fun.

A rustling sound came from the side. Plants and vines growing along the wall and prosperous flowers climbed onto the windowsill. Bertila's figure was condensed among the flowers and vines. She passed through the open window and came to Sister Marianne , The latter had to put down the book, and changed a relatively solemn posture to nod to the incarnation of Thorin's giant tree: "Good day, Ms. Bertila."

"You don't need to be polite, I'll take a look at the situation," Bertila said casually, and glanced at the room not far away. "Fortunately... I finally took this step."

"I didn't receive information until yesterday. I didn't know that a researcher in the Thorin area turned out to be Typhon's former wolf general, the father of the'Miss' who had been long-lost," Sister Marianne said, "It was really scared Big jump."

"I have been worried about what will happen to their reunion-I even worried that they would fight," Bertila shook his head, "This matter is even being paid attention to by the Imperial Capital. I don't want to be surprised. Fortunately, Everything seems to be going well now."

"Of course it will go well, at least you don't have to worry about their fight from the beginning." Sister Marianne showed a gentle and calm smile, like any qualified priest, her smile is warm and reassuring. "A father who has reunited with his daughter must not be able to do anything to his daughter, and a seriously injured'eldest lady' is even less likely to have the strength to conflict with her father-not to mention that I was still in her last dose of alchemy A double dose of Moonlight Mixture in the potion..."

Bertila: "???"