Chapter 992 Reunion

Now, the plant called "Thorin Giant Tree" was already in front of Andersa's eyes.

She is lying in a convalescent room specially prepared for herself. This room is located on the west side of the old Solimburg. It was once the property of the local lord. Most of the elegant decorations in the past are still preserved, but in those gorgeous household things Some modern furnishings were added in between, and there was a high crystal window on her side, through which she could see endless green.

That is the crown of the Thorin Giant Tree, strictly speaking, the bottom of the edge of the crown, where unimaginably large-scale branches and leaves spread layer by layer, filling Andersa's sight like a green ocean hanging upside down in the sky. Its scale is so large that the sun is completely blocked by the canopy, and the farther you go to the center of the Thorin giant tree, the more sparse the sun is, and the entire area directly below the canopy is shrouded in a long night - originally It should be so.

There are actually plenty of light sources that disperse the shadows below the canopy.

On the trails and in several villages and towns on the surface, the Cecilians set up a large number of artificial lights, illuminating the human settlements like a city that never sleeps, and in the canopy above and on the wooden pillars that extend and hang from the canopy , it is surrounded by many glowing 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 man-made lights, and on the other side are luminous natural plants. The two merged in a strange symbiotic way on this land that was once destroyed by war, and were jointly sheltered by giant trees.

It was a view that Andersa had never seen anywhere.

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

She knew she was going to live here for a long time, and even after she was healed, she would still "recuperate" in this old castle. Outside this comfortable room, there was standing in every corridor and by every door in full clothes. Armed soldiers, magic organs that operate day and night everywhere inside and outside the castle, she is a guest here, and a prisoner here, the young general of the wolf is very clear about this.

But if the days of being a "prisoner" are accompanied by such wonderful scenery... it seems not bad.

The young wolf general sighed softly, and a little exhaustion came up again - the high-level powerhouse's physical fitness and recovery ability allowed her to survive the terrifying air raid, but the accompanying pain and high-speed repair of the body The wear and tear caused later is not so easy to recover. She is very tired now, so that she will be very tired to look up at the scenery outside the window for a while.

She lay down, ready to rest for a while, waiting for the return of Sister Marianne, who had gone to debrief.

But the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door interrupted her movement.

Andersa turned her head slightly and saw a man in a white robe pushed the door and walked into the room.

It seemed to be the standard clothing often worn by the technicians of the Cecil Empire - Andersa couldn't help but glanced 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. The collar was pulled up to cover most of his face. After he entered the room, he immediately started sorting out some sundries and medical supplies on the nearby shelves. He was busy. It doesn't seem like he wants to communicate with himself.

But Andersa 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 frightened by his sudden greeting, and then he resumed his work. Low voice "Well, hello... miss."

Andersa frowned subconsciously, but her brows spread out quickly. She watched the other party busy there, and the strange thoughts that had just popped up in her heart quickly dissipated—it seemed like she was just an ordinary staff member.

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 will not talk much with himself, a "special prisoner".

While thinking about it, Andersa looked at each other's movements - when there was nothing to do, she always 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 put them back again skillfully. She couldn't see the significance of such checks, but judging from the other's skillful movements, he clearly Been working here for a long time.

"Sir, are you... a technician here?" Andersa was a little bored and couldn't help asking.

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... I'm a medical staff."

"You are in charge of taking care of me?" Andersa was a little curious. She had never seen such a weird "doctor", and the other's hoarse and low voice was vague, so she couldn't help but continue to ask, "Where's Sister Marianne?"

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

"Oh, I see," Andersa said casually, then curled the corners of her mouth, "You Cecilians are always efficient in managing people."

The man fell silent again—he always seemed to be so inexplicably silent, as if answering every question would take a long time to think about. Then he raised his collar a little more, came near Andersa's bed, and began to check the contents recorded in the handover manual on the small desk next to him.

Andersa had just come here, so there wasn't much to read in the manual, but he read it carefully for a long time.

"How is your injury?" he asked suddenly.

"If you're comparing it to when you were just injured...then I almost feel like I'm healed," Andersa said in a relaxed tone, "but if you're comparing it to healthy people...as you can see, it's far from recovery. There's a long way to go."

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

"...Fortunately, one of my eyes is intact. It is said that I am very lucky." Andersa hesitated for half a second this time, and the original relaxed tone was a little lost, "It is said that it is impossible to cure— - But Sister Marianne still advised me to be optimistic, she said that something called Flesh Regeneration Technology might still work for me... To be honest, I didn't really believe it."

For some reason, she said a lot more than she thought - she shouldn't be talking so much to a stranger, especially in this environment.

Since she came to Cecil's land and became a prisoner of war, she hadn't had such ordinary, everyday conversations with strangers for a long time. She only talked to the relatively familiar Sister Marianne, and only that one. bit.

Andersa felt a little strange, she couldn't figure it out, but she always felt that this strange man in front of her always brought her an inexplicable familiarity... and a sense of security. She frowned, wondering if she had lost her vigilance in the unfamiliar environment, but at this moment, the man suddenly spoke again.

"Flesh regeneration can regenerate mutilated limbs, even a tongue that has been cut off for ten years, but the eye is a difficult organ to deal with. The connection between it and the brain is delicate and complex, and it is also very fragile... Flesh regeneration is temporary. There's nothing you can do about it," he whispered, "but I don't think Sister Marianne meant to deceive you, she just didn't understand the field—medical care is not a nun's specialty."

Andersa didn't know if she felt a loss in her heart. She suspected that she might not be as free and easy as she imagined. At the same time, she couldn't help but curiously asked, "The nun is not good at medical treatment? Cecil's priest does not learn treatment. Training what?"

"Mixed martial arts, shooting, artillery, physical training and field survival," the man said earnestly, "war nuns like Marian also receive basic commander training."

Andersa "??"

The man didn't seem to notice the momentary sluggish expression on Andersa's face, he just continued to hide his face in the shadow of his collar, and after a moment of thought, he suddenly said, "Flesh regeneration will still develop... There is no way now, but always. Could be used to cure your eyes one day."

His tone was serious, as if with a hint of decisiveness, as if he was making a solemn promise to the stranger in front of him.

Andersa glanced at the other party with a strange expression. She tried to observe something from the other party's hoarse voice and a little face, but she couldn't see anything. She only felt like some very old, yellowed memories were throbbing in her mind, almost vague impressions from her childhood, so old that she herself could not confirm their details.

The man noticed her observation and turned away to do something else with his back to the bed.

Is he actively avoiding himself?

Andersa immediately noticed this, and she couldn't help but slightly prop up her upper body amid doubts and guesses, "Sir, may I ask..."

"It's time for you to rest," the other party interrupted her directly. "Sister Marianne should be back soon. Just tell her that I've been here."

He put down the things in his hand and seemed to be about to turn around and walk towards the door not far away. Andersa felt her heart suddenly beat for half a beat, and she subconsciously called out to the other party again, "But I don't know your name yet, sir. —"

The man's figure paused for a while, he turned his head slightly, but didn't say anything, but walked towards the door the next moment.

But between this side of the head, Andersa felt as if she saw a pair of somewhat familiar eyes.

She felt her breathing and heartbeat quicken - she still didn't remember, but she saw that the other party was already approaching the door.

Andersa had a strong feeling in her heart, she felt as if she was about to lose something important to herself again - she saw the man's hand on the doorknob, before turning the handle , he used his thumb to lightly press the handle twice, this subtle action made Andersa's mind pop up some yellowed, distant images——

This is a small gesture that my father is accustomed to.

"Sir! Please wait a moment!!" Andersa cried out, her still unhealed lungs began to ache, "Please wait!"

She felt that her thoughts at this moment were absurd, and her expectations at the 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, and she stretched out her hand, And that person is still standing at the door, like a sculpture frozen in past memories, without moving at all, the distance between them is only a few meters, but at the same time they are separated by more than ten years.

The next moment, Andersa lost her balance - she rolled from the bed to the ground in a state of 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 to Andersa, with one knee on the ground and one hand on her neck, as if he wanted to help her up, and at this distance and angle, Andersa could almost see the other side hiding behind her. Collar shades the whole face out.

That face was so much worse than what she remembered, not only the vicissitudes of aging 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're in reality, my boy," Bud lowered his eyes. "I'm your father—I'm right here."

"……why?"

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

"That's not what I asked," Andersa closed her eyes, she could feel herself shaking, "Why..."

What did she want to ask?

Ask the other party why they haven't shown up for so many years? Ask why the other party is allegiance to Cecil? Why did the other party change from an extremely powerful knight lord to this appearance?

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

Bud was silent, and then he slowly pushed Andersa up from the ground and helped her onto the bed.

"I have a lot to tell you."

...

In the corridor outside the door, the blond young nun was leaning lazily on a window sill, the powerful Holy Light Shock Cannon was placed beside her, and in her hand she was flipping through the heavy book again.

She raised her head and glanced at the room not far away, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she lowered her head and returned to the interesting reading.

A rustling sound came from the side, and there were plant vines and prosperous flowers growing along the wall climbing up the windowsill. Bertila's figure condensed and formed among the flowers and vines. She passed through the open window and came to Sister Marianne's side. , The latter had to put down the book, and changed a relatively solemn posture to nod to the avatar of the Thorin giant tree, "Good day, Ms. Bertiera."

"No need to be polite, I'll take a look at the situation," Bertila said casually, while glancing at the room not far away, "Fortunately... I've finally taken this step."

"I didn't receive information until yesterday that a researcher in the Sorin area turned out to be Typhon's former Wolf General, the long-lost father of the 'eldest lady'," Sister Marianne said, "I was really shocked. Big jump."

"I've been worrying about what will happen to their reunion—I'm even worried that they will fight," Bertila shook his head, "even people in the imperial capital are paying attention to this matter, and I don't want an accident. Fortunately, Everything seems to be going well now.”

"Of course it will go well, at least you won't have to worry about them getting into a fight in the first place," said Sister Marianne, with a smile that was warm and reassuring like any qualified clergyman. , "A father who reunites with his daughter must not be able to do anything to his daughter, and the 'eldest lady' who is seriously injured is even less likely to have the strength to have a conflict with her father - not to mention that I still have her last dose of alchemy. Double the dose of Moonlight Elixir in the potion..."

Bertila "??"