Chapter 171 Like a Miracle

In the underground battlefield, the black-haired girl held a silver-bladed sword and moved quickly. The blade was almost invisible. Only the sound of collisions in the air and the flashing silver sword arc indicated its existence.

After a few breaths, the ten crystal mannequins fighting against her fell down, shattered into various crystal blocks and powders, and then slowly evaporated and disappeared into the air.

"Even if such a sequence 4 crystal man is not agile enough to react quickly, its physical strength is stronger than that of an ordinary sequence 4 extraordinary, and there is also AI control and coordination between each other... However, it was still defeated in a short time." Behind the curtain wall on the other side of the battlefield, two senior teachers looked at the girl who stopped moving and gave a brief evaluation.

In daily life, Tilan always looks weak and slender, but in battle she is extremely decisive, and her moves are very fast and neat without any sloppiness.

"Actually, it wasn't like this at the beginning. Her swordsmanship still retained some ancient style at the beginning of the semester, tending to be graceful and gorgeous. But she learned very quickly, and gradually optimized and adjusted herself during practice, removing a lot of unnecessary movements, and finally formed her current style."

"Swordsmanship moves are often related to the user's state of mind and personality. It seems that she has grown a lot during this period of time."

"As for swordsmanship, there are no teachers in the academy who can teach her. At most, she can serve as a sparring partner to exchange experience. What she lacks now is some practical experience, as well as the skills and knowledge to deal with various means." "

In real combat, the situation is complicated and changeable. The opponent will not fight you honestly. Guns, bombs, mental interference, multi-person siege, ray weapons, etc. If you have no experience with many means, you will suffer a great loss the first time you encounter them."

"This is the case with first-year Valk. What a pity, this genius who should have a bright future."

"Well, she has finished training now, so we can go down and have a few words with her and explain the subsequent training plan."

Not long after, the two senior teachers walked out of the viewing room on the side and came to the practice field to talk to the black-haired girl.

"Good evening, Tilan." Both of them are Sequence 6, teachers in the academy, and have had rich mission experience in the office before.

"Good evening, Mr. Borg, Mr. N." The girl put her sword behind her back and bowed.

Of the two teachers, one is a little fat and a little bald, while the other is much more capable. Even in a coat, you can still feel the hard muscle lines.

"Today's training was very good. We are all very impressed, Tilan. Your talent and speed of improvement are amazing. I often sigh that it is the luck of the academy to have a child like you." Borg nodded slightly, his expression kind.

"However, the battlefield is far more complicated than training. Later, we will teach you how to deal with various emergencies. Running away when necessary is also a strategy, and it is not shameful." N continued to explain with black glasses.

"Okay." The girl nodded.

"Originally, I didn't plan to let you get involved so early, but considering what happened recently, it would be better to talk about it in advance."

"Is it about Valk?" Tilan also heard about it from her classmates recently.

"Yes, he was too reckless that day. Although he has received treatment now, according to the doctors, the sequelae may be difficult to eliminate. Alas." The two felt sorry for it.

After that, after telling Tilan about the subsequent course arrangements, the two encouraged her a few more words before leaving.

Time passed day by day. It was another afternoon. After finishing her studies, Tilan sat in a white tower in the Edes Academy to rest. It was not too high here, and she could see the lake and grassland below through the lattice-like windows in the tower.

The black and white light and shadow shone on Tilan. The slender neck was reflected by the white light, reflecting a little halo, making the edges hazy, while the girl's face was in the shadow of the lattice, in the light gray shadow, the blue eyes were particularly quiet and moving, looking at the world outside the window.

Just when the girl walked here and sat down to rest for a while, a bell sounded in the empty and quiet white tower.

"Teacher Fernandi, is there anything?" The girl's gentle voice sounded in the tower.

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"I see. You want me to try to cure it, right? I'll prepare it tonight."

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"No problem. I'm honored to help other students. The academy has helped me solve a lot of problems before."

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"Okay, see you tonight." Then the phone was hung up.

After putting away the personal terminal, the girl looked at the scenery outside the window again, then turned around, walked down the spiral staircase, and left lightly.

At night, walking out of the underground elevator, Tilan looked around. This is the intensive care unit area of ​​the hospital department in the academy. The floor and walls are very clean, like a glass mirror.

Unlike her previous dress, she wore a mask today, and her eyes were covered by orange goggles. Her hands were also covered with black slender gloves. She was wearing a white coat representing medical staff, but there was no badge on her chest.

After walking out of the elevator, the two security guards who protected her took her to one of the special wards one after the other.

There were no other doctors here tonight, only the attending physician Patrich who stayed in the academy. He stood by the bed and looked at the data. He turned around only when Tilan entered the room.

The two did not speak, but just nodded to each other. What they wanted to say had been communicated before, and now they just had to execute it.

When they came to the bed, Valk was sleeping with a breathing mask.

"He has been put into anesthesia in advance, and now you can start." The voice of the doctor came from the headset, and Tilan nodded in response.

She first stood beside the patient, then closed her eyes and felt carefully, and found the lumbar nerve marked on the screen.

After confirming it, she opened her eyes and looked at the doctor next to her, as if asking if it was okay to start.

The other party nodded, and then the ward was completely closed, and then the lights were turned off, and various monitoring equipment stopped working temporarily.

Soon after, dots of crystal dust appeared on the bed, and Tilan's eyes began to flow with a pale blue color.

Slowly, the crystal dust fell and disappeared, and Tilan's forehead was slightly sweaty.

Healing is not difficult, but the standard required this time is different. It is almost a perfect repair, and it is a living person, not a cold dead object, so it is much more difficult.

Others are not like her. She is very familiar with her body and can easily find the past appearance along the traces of time and repair it. But the situation of others is different. First of all, it is unfamiliar, and then you have to find the "correct" appearance in the traces of the past.

Time passed by minute by minute. Watching the girl quietly operating, Patridge on the side tried to keep quiet, just staring at the key nodes displayed on the screen.

In the unbelievable eyes, the originally broken and damaged nerves began to recover, not growing again, but restoring the previous structure from the molecular level.

Unconsciously, the pen in Patridge's hand had stopped, just staring blankly at the scene that seemed to go back in time step by step.

Finally, the repair was completed, and the light in the room slowly disappeared, returning to a dim state.

After the treatment, the monitoring equipment in the ward was turned on again, and the lights were turned on again, and everything returned to its previous state.

Nodding to Patridge, the girl left the ward, and then two security guards protected her again and left from the underground elevator.

Only a few people in the academy knew about this treatment, and only a few people knew the true identity of this mysterious person. Even Patridge didn't know who she was, but only knew that she was a professional specially transferred by the academy board.

"Probably a master of an independent faction, such as 'Spiritual Replacement' Goldsmith, 'Blood Worm' Edwards." He could only shake his head to comfort himself.

However, he couldn't help but marvel at the scene he just saw. This was not just a cure, but also involved the use of higher-level extraordinary power. I'm afraid only a few masters can master it. Although he reached Sequence 6 in his thirties, he was still far behind in the face of such extraordinary skills.

Fortunately, the academy has invited such a person, otherwise Valk would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

No longer thinking about those unattainable people, Patrich turned around and began to remove Valk's anesthesia and asked him how he felt now.

A few minutes later, Valk woke up slowly and looked at the ceiling that was as bright as day. This was Patrich's head appearing in his field of vision.

"Teacher." He called with a little melancholy. In the past two days, he has gradually understood his physical condition and is not as carefree as he was at the beginning.

"Don't worry first, lie down, slowly feel your body, feel it carefully, and then slowly try to exert force. Try to be careful during the process and don't use too much force."

"Okay." Although he didn't understand why, Valk still did it.

Not long after, he showed a little joy on his face.

"I feel better than ever before, and there seems to be no sequelae. Does this mean that I am completely healed?"

"Teacher, did you cure me?" There was some expectation in his voice.

"It should be cured, but it's not my credit, but that of an unknown master."

"As for his identity... I don't know either. If you achieve great things in the future, maybe you can find out from the school board." Patrich shook his head.

"Thank you, Valk, you still have a chance to start over. Don't be so reckless in the future. There won't be a next time for such a good thing."

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Patrich." Although Valk is usually calm, he is still a young man after all. How can he suppress the happy look in his eyes.

"Okay, don't bear it like this. I understand your feelings." Valk was carefully helped up and leaned on the half-raised hospital bed.

"Would you like to have something for supper tonight to celebrate your new life?"

Just as the two of them were in a better mood and talked about tonight's food and the future, Tilan also changed the clothes that concealed her identity, walked out of the underground again, passed through the school at night, and walked back to the vine house.

The personal terminal rang again at this time, and was then picked up by the girl.

"I just got the news that Valk has completed the second test and has fully recovered."

"I see."

"Uh... although I don't know how to say it, I am really grateful to Tilan this time. The board of directors also asked me to convey their goodwill to you."

"Thank you, actually, there is no need to say it, because I have been saved, just like that night in the ruins of the underground city."

"Let's talk next time, Teacher Fernandi, I'm a little sleepy tonight."

"Well, you have a good rest, and the academy will help you with the future matters."

After hanging up the phone, Fernandi was also full of emotion. He didn't expect that the timid girl in the admissions cubicle back then has grown to this point now.

Perhaps this is the luck of Edes Academy. They finally caught a trump card that can defeat the trump card of Saint Ingo Academy.

The emerald skirt, or the four-leaf crystal star field, is also going to change.

(End of this chapter)