A street somewhere in the royal capital.
Two teams of knights in black armor were guarding a coffee shop. The idle people around had long been dispersed, and there were no other customers or staff in the coffee shop.
The large second floor was empty, with every table and chair standing empty. It felt rather desolate and quiet. The only two people sat on either side of a table, sizing each other up.
Loran Hill looked at the sturdy man in front of him, comparing him with the slightly clumsy boy in his memory, and lamented the changes of time. The experiences of these years have made this boy grow and mature quickly.
Even his height was much taller than the girl's. If they were standing and talking, the girl would have to look up slightly to see his face.
"I didn't expect to meet the teacher here today." Pullman put his hands on the table, calming the excitement in his heart, exhaled slightly, and then spoke.
Although he had thousands of words and countless questions in his heart, he held back at this moment.
"Long time no see, Pullman."
"I never thought that that ordinary boy back then could actually reach where he is today. It's not easy and it's amazing, Pullman." The girl exclaimed with heartfelt admiration.
Thinking back on the difficult years and his comrades who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the battlefield, Pullman felt a surge of emotion.
Yes, it's not easy. He responded in his heart, then looked at the still very young teacher.
"Teacher, are you satisfied with the current Clancy? Has it met your standards?"
Although he is now the head of a country, Pullman is still a little nervous when facing this teacher, just like a student waiting for test results. When she taught him, the girl was very strict.
"It's still very far from the standard in my mind." The girl said with a sweet smile.
"However, I'm very satisfied that you've made it this far. Keep it up, Pullman."
Sure enough, that's how teachers are. After receiving Loran Hill's affirmation, Pullman's previous anxiety gradually subsided.
There is no absolutely perfect system or country in this world, but there will be a process of getting better and better. What he can do now is to continue to promote this process and keep moving towards the ideal direction.
After a brief reunion, Loran Hill began to ask about Pullman's experiences over the years.
"When I left the forest, I was short of money and wanted to train myself first, so I became a mercenary for a while and traveled to many places."
“That’s how I got to know a lot of people and gradually developed a group of companions.”
"Then what happened in Need County made us sense an opportunity, so we started lobbying local people."
"As for the subsequent uprising, I believe you also know about it, teacher."
Although Pullman's description was ordinary, Loran Hill knew that the process was not as plain as it sounded. She saw many fragments of the past in the starlight, and there were countless setbacks and failures. Even when they met today, she could still see the scars on Pullman's face and wrists.
"You must have suffered a lot." The girl picked up the teacup, took a sip of the cooled tea, and glanced lightly at the empty cuff.
"Can't that arm be restored?" the girl asked softly. With Pullman's current status, it would not be difficult to ask a high-level angel sequence to treat him.
"It can be restored, but I don't really want to."
"Why?"
"Transcendents are different from mortals. If they recover normally, it will feel strange and awkward to perceive and use them, just like someone else's arm."
"The highest angel priest in the royal capital is only Sequence 7, and he has not yet fully recovered." Seeing that Loran Hill still had questions, he added.
"Is there no Sequence 8?" Loran Hill tilted his head slightly. Although Sequence 8 angels are extremely rare, as the capital of a great country, it should not be difficult for the Angel Church to assign one.
"Well, the previous generation of West Wind's Archbishop was killed by us." Pullman said a little embarrassedly.
"Pfft, so the Sanctuary didn't send another Sequence 8 Bishop?"
Luo Lanxier shook his head with a bit of amusement, then said, "Stretch out your wrist."
Pullman stretched out his muscular arm, and the girl let him show her wrist, then pressed two fingers on it.
Pure white magic power spread along Pullman's wrist into his body, like the most advanced medical instrument, sensing the hidden injuries in his body and the gap on his other arm.
Now Loran Hill has entered the Angel Sequence 5, the Sound of the Blue Song (rare coral level). In addition to the original ability, the healing effect is further enhanced. Regenerating severed limbs is no longer a difficult task for her. Coupled with her extraordinary perception ability, it only takes a little more time to perfectly repair the nerves.
After the test was completed, the girl retracted her fingers and placed her hands in front of her chest to form a triangle.
She closed her eyes slightly and began to chant an incantation. Her voice was as melodious as a song, and as poetic as a verse. As the incantation began, ripples formed in the air. The girl's hair slowly floated, and particles of holy white light gradually emerged, converging between her two hands to form a ball of light.
These light particles follow complex trajectories within the sphere, gradually forming a precise spell model.
In the extraordinary sequence of spells, the higher the level, the more sophisticated and delicate they are, and they also require the assistance of spells. This is not comparable to low-level spells, but their effects and functions are far beyond ordinary spells.
[Resurrection Ceremony] This spell is a sixth-order spell in the Angel Sequence. Although it can regenerate limbs, it is generally necessary to perform a Sequence 8 spell to achieve the effect of perfect nerve repair.
But with Loran Hill's terrifying talent bonus, even though she is only Sequence 5 now, she can cast this spell perfectly.
The ball of light floated to Pullman's arm, and a tingling sensation came over him. He clenched his other fist, enduring the pain and itchiness. Then a warm sensation continued to spread from his left arm.
As if a bone was pulled out of his body again, Pullman watched his left hand slowly recover, until finally, the light dissipated, and the touch of a brand new left hand, no different from his right hand, appeared in his consciousness again.
He stretched out his fist in surprise, then clenched it. His blood vessels swelled, veins bulged slightly, and a sense of power emerged again.
After doing this several times, he put down his arms, turned to look at the slightly sweaty girl opposite him, and said gratefully.
“Thank you, teacher!”
This sentence really came from the heart. I might have felt a little embarrassed before, after all, I am so mature, and the teacher is still a 16-year-old girl who has not grown up. But now I can say it very smoothly.
"You're welcome. Consider this your gift for passing the exam."
"Congratulations, Pullman, you have now become a successful apprentice."
"But this is not the end. After the establishment of the country, everything has just begun. There is still a long way to go and you will encounter more challenges."
The summer breeze blew the curtains gently. The silver-haired girl sat in the rosy glow, answering various questions that had accumulated over the years for the student.
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