Right now, the plant known as the 'Giant Solin Tree' was right in front of Andesha's eyes.
She was lying in a recuperation room specially prepared for her. This room was located on the west side of the old Solin Castle, and was once the property of the local lord. Most of the exquisite decorations of the past were still preserved, but some modern furnishings were added in between the luxurious furnishings. There was a tall crystal window at her side, and through it, she could see a boundless expanse of green.
That was the crown of the Giant Solin Tree. Strictly speaking, it was the base of the crown. An unimaginable number of branches and leaves spread out in layers, like a sea of green hanging upside down in the sky, filling Andesha's vision. It was so large that the sunlight was completely blocked out by the crown. The closer one was to the center of the Giant Solin Tree, the less sunlight there was. The entire area below the crown was shrouded in a long curtain of darkness — as it should have been.
In fact, there was a large amount of light that dispersed the shadows below the crown.
The Cecil's people had set up a large number of artificial lights on the paths and a few villages on the surface, illuminating the human settlements like a city that never sleeps. In the crown of the tree and the wooden pillars that extended from the crown, there were many glowing vines and fluorescent fungi wrapped around them, preventing the wilderness below the crown of the Giant Solin Tree from falling into complete darkness.
On one side were artificial lights, and on the other side were natural plants that glowed with light. The two merged in a strange way on this land that was once destroyed by the flames of war, and were protected by the Giant Solin Tree.
This was a scenery that Andesha had never seen anywhere else.
After she settled down, she used a long time to look out of the window, taking in every detail of this wondrous scenery.
She knew that she would have to stay here for a long time. Even after she fully recovered, she would still have to stay in this old castle to recuperate. Outside this comfortable room, there were fully armed soldiers standing by every corridor and door. There were magic gears that operated day and night both inside and outside the castle. She was an honored guest here, but she was also a prisoner here. The young wolf general was very clear about this point.
But if the days of being a "prisoner" were to be accompanied by such wonderful scenery … it seemed not bad.
The young wolf general sighed softly, and a little tiredness came over her. Her high-grade strength and recovery ability allowed her to survive the terrible air raid, but the pain and the loss caused by the high-speed repair of the body were not so easy to recover. Now, she was very easy to feel tired, so much so that looking up at the scenery outside the window for a while would be very tiring.
She laid down and prepared to take a short nap while waiting for Sister Marian, who had gone to report on her work, to return.
However, the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door interrupted her movements.
Andesha turned her head slightly and saw a man in a white robe enter the room.
It seemed to be the uniform worn by the technicians of the Cecil Empire. Andesha couldn't help but take a few more glances, but she couldn't see the man's face. The man was wearing a thick coat with a high collar under his robe. The collar covered most of his face. After he entered the room, he immediately began to organize some of the miscellaneous items and medical supplies on the nearby shelves. He was so busy that he seemed to have no intention of communicating with Lin Sanjiu.
But Andesha still decided to take the initiative to greet the man: "Hello, mister."
The man's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was startled by her sudden greeting. Then, he continued to work on his work. At the same time, he maintained a sideways posture and nodded gently. A hoarse and low voice came from behind the high collar. "Well, hello … Miss."
Andesha frowned subconsciously, but her brows quickly relaxed. She looked at the man who was busy there, and the strange thought that appeared in her mind quickly dissipated. He seemed to be just an ordinary worker.
This kind of worker should be appointed by the Cecil Empire, and might even be a "technician" himself. Such a person wouldn't talk much with a "special prisoner" like her.
Andesha thought as she observed the man's movements. In a situation where she had nothing to do, she had to find something to do to pass the time. She saw the man picking up the items on the shelves one by one, quickly checking the labels on them, and then skillfully putting them back. She didn't see the purpose of such a check, but judging from his skillful movements, he had obviously worked here for a long time.
"Mister, are you … a technician here?" Andesha was a little bored and couldn't help but ask.
The man's movements stopped again, and after a moment, he seemed to have a hint of hesitation: "I … I'm in the Druil Empire's … medical department."
"You're in charge of taking care of me?" Andesha was a little curious. She had never seen such a strange "doctor" before, and the man's hoarse and low voice was unclear. She couldn't help but ask again: "What about Sister Marian?"
"She's mainly in charge of taking care of you," the man said in a low voice: "I … came from another department to help."
"Oh, I understand," Andesha said casually, and then the corner of her mouth curled up: "You Cecil Empire's people are always very efficient when it comes to managing people."
The man was silent again. He always seemed to be so inexplicably silent, as if he needed to think for a long time to answer every question. Then he pulled his collar higher and came near Andesha's bed, and began to check the contents of the handover manual on the small desk next to it.
Andesha had just arrived, and there was not much to read in the manual, but the man read it carefully for a long time.
"How's your injury?" He suddenly asked.
"If you're comparing it to when I was injured … … then I feel like I've recovered," Andesha said in a relaxed tone: "But if you're comparing it to a healthy person … … As you can see, there's still a long way to go before I'm fully recovered."
"Your eye … …" The man hesitated again.
"… … Fortunately, one of my eyes is intact. It's said that it's very lucky," Andesha hesitated for half a second, and her originally relaxed tone became a little dejected: "It's said that it's impossible to cure it, but Sister Marian still advised me to be optimistic. She said that something called the Flesh Regeneration Technique might be effective on me … … To be honest, I don't really believe it."
For some reason, she said more than she thought she would. She should not have said so much to a stranger, especially in this environment.
Ever since she came to Cecil Empire and became a prisoner of war, she had not had such a normal conversation with a stranger for a long time. She only talked to Sister Marian, whom she was relatively familiar with, and it was only limited to that one person.
Andesha felt a little strange. She could not figure it out, but she felt that the strange man in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity … … and a sense of security. She frowned, and wondered if she had lost her vigilance in this unfamiliar environment. But at this moment, the man suddenly spoke again.
"The Flesh Regeneration Technique can regenerate broken limbs, even a tongue that has been severed for ten years. But the eye is a very difficult organ to deal with. The connection between the eye and the brain is delicate and complex, and the eye itself is very fragile … … The Flesh Regeneration Technique can't do anything to it for the time being," he said in a low voice: "But I don't think Sister Marian meant to deceive you. She just doesn't understand this field.
Andesha did not know whether she was disappointed or not. She suspected that she was not as free and easy as she thought. At the same time, she could not help but ask curiously: "Nuns are not good at medicine? What are the priests of Cecil Empire training if not healing? "
"Mixed martial arts, shooting, cannons, physical training, and battlefield survival," the man said seriously: "A war nun like Marian would also receive basic commander training."
Andesha: "???"
The man did not seem to notice the dazed expression on Andesha's face. He continued to hide his face in the shadow of his collar. After a moment of thought, he suddenly said: "The Flesh Regeneration Technique will continue to develop … … It can't be used now, but one day it can be used to heal your eyes."
His tone was very serious, as if he was making a solemn promise to a stranger in front of him.
Andesha looked at the man with a strange expression. She tried to observe something from the man's hoarse voice, and a little bit of his face, but she could not see anything. She only felt that some very old, yellowed memories seemed to be beating in her mind. They were vague impressions left behind from her childhood. They were so old that she didn't dare to confirm their details.
The man noticed her observation and turned his back to the bed to do something else.
Is he avoiding me?
Andesha immediately noticed this. She could not help but raise her upper body slightly: "Mister, may I ask … …"
"You should rest," the man interrupted her. "Sister Marian should be back soon. Just tell her that I've been here."
He put down the things in his hand and turned towards the door not far away. Andesha felt her heart skip a beat. She subconsciously called out to the man again: "But I still don't know your name, mister."
The man's figure paused for a moment. He turned his head slightly, but did not say anything. Instead, he walked towards the door in the next moment.
When he turned his head, Andesha felt that she saw a pair of familiar eyes.
She felt her breathing and heartbeat quicken. She still did not remember, but she saw that the man was about to walk to the door.
A strong feeling welled up in Andesha's heart. She felt as if she was about to lose something important to her once again. She saw the man's hand on the doorknob, and before he turned the knob, he used his thumb to lightly press on it twice. This subtle movement caused her to recall a yellowed and ancient scene.
This was her father's habit.
"Mister! Please wait!! " Andesha shouted loudly. Her lungs that had yet to fully recover were starting to ache. "Please wait!"
She felt that her thoughts at this moment were simply ridiculous. She felt that her expectations at this moment were like an unrealistic joke, but she finally decided to use her emotions and impulses to replace the rationality and logic that she had always insisted on. She reached out her hand, but the person was still standing at the door, like a statue frozen in the past, not moving at all. They were only a few meters apart, but at the same time, they were separated by more than ten years.
In the next moment, Andesha lost her balance and fell from the bed onto the floor.
The man rushed over like a gust of wind.
The distance of a few meters and more than ten years was reduced to a single point in an instant.
The man came to Andesha's side with one knee on the ground and one hand on her neck, as if he wanted to help her up. At this distance and angle, Andesha could almost see the man's face that was hidden in the shadow of his collar.
His face was too different from the one in her memories. Not only did he age, but there were also many changes that she could not understand. But she still recognized those eyes.
"Is this a dream?" She could not help but ask softly.
"You are in reality, my child." Bard 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 am asking." Andesha closed her eyes. She could feel herself trembling. "Why … …"
What did she want to ask?
Why did he not appear for so many years? Why did he serve the Cecil Empire? Why did he change from a powerful Lord of the Knight Empire to such a state?
She simply closed her eyes, as if to avoid some answers that she did not even know existed.
Bard was silent. Then he slowly used his strength to help Andesha up from the ground and helped her to the bed.
"I have a lot to say to you."
… …
In the corridor outside the door, a young blonde nun leaned lazily on a windowsill. The powerful Holy Light Cannon was placed beside her. She was flipping through the thick book in her hand again.
She looked up and glanced at the room not far away. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she lowered her head to return to her interesting reading.
A rustling sound came from the side. Vines and flourishing flowers grew along the wall and climbed up the windowsill. Bertilla's figure condensed in the midst of the flowers and vines. She passed through the open window and came to Sister Marian's side. The latter had to put down her book and change into a more solemn posture to greet the incarnation of the Thorin Tree. "Good day, Madam Bertilla."
"Don't stand on ceremony. I'm here to check the situation," Bertilla said casually. At the same time, she glanced at the room not far away. "Fortunately … I've finally taken this step."
"I didn't know until yesterday that one of the researchers in the Thorin area turned out to be the former Wolf General of Typhon. He's the long-lost father of the young lady," Sister Marian said. "I was shocked."
"I've been worried about what would happen during their reunion. I even worried that they would fight." Bertilla shook her head. "Even the imperial capital is paying attention to this matter. I don't want to have any accidents. Fortunately, it seems that everything is going well. "
"Of course it will go well. At least you don't have to worry about them from the beginning." Sister Marian showed a gentle and tranquil smile. Like any qualified clergyman, her smile was warm and reassuring. "A father who has reunited with his daughter will definitely not fight with his daughter. And the young lady who has not recovered from her serious injury will not have the strength to fight with her father. Not to mention, I've doubled the dose of moonlight mixture in her last dose of alchemy potion …"
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