The silence that followed in the ward was something that Borde had foreseen long before he came here. After the meeting, he suddenly received this notice, and he was stunned for the first time.
Who is Taranto? Even at this age and stage of surgery, his memory has become extremely amazing. He searched for a long time in his mind before he found a vague impression.
Bordeaux did not rush to Cassia's ward immediately. He went back to his office, and according to the impression in his mind, he found a copy of the document he signed regarding Cassia's mission, and confirmed
own ideas.
"Here is a slightly more detailed document. Do you want to take a look?" Pier asked from the side.
"Thank you, coach, no need." Cassia shook his head and refused. He sat back on the bed again, his face becoming a little unnatural.
"How did he die? Coach, just tell me."
"Of course I don't know the specific cause of death, because it took less than an hour for the news to reach my ears. The people who told me the news were those from the Logistics Department. Because of your application for damage to items, our military school
A new communication machine was built for him and sent over. But when the delivery personnel transported the things to the location where he left them, there was no one there and the room was empty." Bode put the document aside and said, "Listen.
The management there said that there was a small fire one night not long ago. The fire burned quickly and was extinguished quickly. Due to the inconvenience of movement, it seems that the wheelchair used to move Taranto was broken.
Or for some other reason, he died in the fire, and everything in the house was burned down, leaving nothing behind."
"The specific thing happened roughly like this. Due to various reasons, I don't have the detailed information. There is a slightly more detailed description in the document. You can take a look when you have time. If you don't need it, just throw it away.
." Bolei said, glancing at Cassia, "The situation in the empire is generally the same as it is now. Not everyone can be like you, and not everyone wants to get involved in the vortex.
, so as not to be dragged into it, they have no choice. This matter has no direct relationship with you, I hope you understand."
"I know, I've been in school for a while, don't worry about me, coach."
"It's good to know. In the future, there will be more things for you to accept." Bolei sighed, "I'll go back if nothing happens. If you have any requirements, just tell the medical staff here. You're welcome.
And whatnot. Don’t worry about the following tasks, just take good care of your body. For you who have entered the later stage of the first stage of the operation, the tasks have become relatively simple."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bolei's figure disappeared behind the ward door. After watching him leave, Cassia lowered her head and looked at the clean ground, which reflected his own blurred shadow.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a reappearance of Taranto's back that he had seen after he separated from Taranto at the station and was alone among the crowd. In the past few days, in addition to himself, Keshan and Doris, about that time
Everyone in the mission has died one after another and turned into corpses that can no longer die.
Just like what Bie said, they have no choice but themselves. The force pulling them in the vortex is too great, and they cannot resist, and can only watch themselves being shattered into pieces.
For a long time, the room was so quiet that only the sound of gears could be heard, and finally there was a long breath.
For the rest of the day, he still didn't look at the document that was placed there. Cassia threw it directly into the trash can. Taranto's wheelchair was custom-made for him by the Webley Company, and it was absolutely of the highest quality.
There will be no problems, this is completely guaranteed. Cassia understands what the fire is like, and he can guess what the specific thing is.
It's just that this makes Cassia feel heavier. At the same time, this is also a signal. Cassia's perception of danger and her own keen sense of smell have already smelled a trace of the smell involved. Just like a ferocious wolf can
Smelling the smell of blood blowing in the wind a few kilometers away, Cassia sensed something unusual in the mission very early on.
And this time Taranto's death made Cassia pay more attention to the completed task. Moreover, he was also curious in his heart whether the things left by Grote were really so precious that they could be used by the Holy Emperor Hall.
Those people here brought things to this point.
At that time, did Grote also conceal something, and was there something unfinished in what he said? Cassia didn't know, and he couldn't be sure whether the only thing Grote left behind was the second-generation holy sword. If so,
It's just a second-generation holy sword. As a copy of the first-generation holy sword made by Avalon's scientists at that time, its value should not have reached this level.
Because as far as the news of Taranto's death is concerned, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a normal fire. But for Cassia and some other people, it has a completely different meaning.
. In the eyes of a small number of other people, it is a very bright signal, as bright as a large flare fired in the dark. The dazzling light can be seen from a long distance away. p>
At this time, the light that cuts into the darkness completely illuminates a large area of the surrounding scenery, and nothing can hide in it. Whether the enemy or your own position, everything is completely exposed in the same time period. Between everyone
The distance between them is not far, and through the light that has not been extinguished for a long time, we can see each other's face clearly.
Thoughts were flying far away. Cassia thought about several important things while resting, but she only had a clue, but could not reach the final result.
With a sigh, Cassia felt that his current state was still not suitable for such a long period of thinking. He buried the problem in his heart, stood by the window for a while and listened to various sounds intermittently outside. When the time was almost up, he
I closed the window and devoted myself to the recovery exercise with a heavy heart.
When I walked out of the ward, it was already thirteen days since the day I met Bo Zheng.
After getting off the building, you can see the general appearance of part of the military school in front of you. The scenery and the surrounding air seem a bit deserted, and there is still a bit of the smell of medicine from the ward. There are not many students walking outside, and they are sparse.
Several people were walking in front of Cassia, talking about theoretical knowledge in books, or discussing the relationship between the power and caliber of platinum bullets. It was very lively, talking and laughing, but this atmosphere was not enough to infect the entire
A campus dominated by coldness.
They were just struggling in the darkness with a weak candle that would not go out. Cassia suddenly described their enthusiasm like this in her heart.
In the various training grounds along the way, the number of people was only about half of normal times. There was no summer vacation and no adequate rest. After a few months, everyone seemed to be mentally well-off, but there was also a layer of fatigue accumulated in the body.
These people are all people from one-star or two-star colleges. The students from three-star colleges have already gone out to perform their second mission seven days ago.