The strong smell of blood coming from the interrogation room was nauseating.

The two guards at the door looked straight ahead.

After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Kane came out with a grim face and asked someone to carry in a stretcher. A few minutes later, the stretcher was carried out again. Under the blood-stained white cloth, there was clearly a human figure that was shorter than it actually was.

Dr. Kane left in a hurry, apparently to deal with the body.

Adjutant Kang Quan... is dead?

The guard at the door shuddered, catching a glimpse of silver hair, and immediately lowered his head: "General."

"Um."

Elan Snow stepped out of the interrogation room and handed a square iron box to his personal guard, "Keep it and send it to the Federal Military Tribunal."

The Federal Military Tribunal was a place dedicated to punishing military officers who had made mistakes and rewarding meritorious officials. It was directly under the jurisdiction of Emperor Roche and was responsible for setting unified sentencing and reward standards.

Guard: "Yes, General, whose name do you want to announce?"

Elansno was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Kang Quan, from the C9 star zone, military experience 1846, graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, later served as a lieutenant in the First Legion, promoted two years later, and specially appointed as Elansno's adjutant, serving for six years, with numerous merits..."

He thought he would not remember it, but this person's life experience was so simple that it could be summarized in just a few sentences.

When Kang Quan first came to serve as his adjutant, he was eighteen years old, fighting in many battles and was soaked in blood almost every day.

Apart from not liking sweets, he had an inexplicable obsession with other foods. He was not picky about the three meals a day and would swallow them all, no matter how tough they were.

His stomach problems kept getting worse, and in the end he vomited blood almost every time he ate, but no one noticed, or even if someone did, they didn't dare to do anything.

That's right, if I intervene, he might chop off my head and kill my whole family——

He knows all the rumors outside.

It was not until Kang Quan, his adjutant, discovered that Kang had stomach problems that he took over his food, clothing and daily life. Although he was a military officer, he was clearly not in charge of these delicate tasks at the beginning, but it only took that guy a month to become familiar with them.

He was really not a good person and had a bad taste. He would occasionally spit out blood to scare this serious and outstanding military academy graduate, but unfortunately it didn't work in the end.

Even though he was such a cold person, her management brought out his hidden character of being very nagging.

Elansno thought that now, Kang Dog probably understood his taste and preferences better than he did.

But betrayal...

He would never forgive betrayal.

"…When transporting munitions, they passed through a chaotic magnetic area and fell into a tide of stinging ants. Only a few dry bones and broken limbs were left, sealed in an iron box…"

Ellen Snow closed her eyes.

This is the ending of his letter to 'Adjutant Connaught'.

The guard was so shocked that he knelt down, holding the iron box, and felt that it weighed a thousand pounds. "Inside..."

Elansno said calmly: "Kang Dog's limbs are broken, is there a problem?"

But...but just now...

The guard looked towards the direction where Dr. Kane had just left. He clearly remembered that Adjutant Kang Quan entered the interrogation room intact, and that Dr. Kane had carried away...

Is it really a corpse?

He was shocked.

"You know what to remember and what to forget," Elansno lowered his head, placed the whip in his hand on the iron box held by the guards, and said slowly, "You know."

"Others also know."

The guard bowed his head deeply: "Yes!"

After Ellans had walked away for a long time, the bodyguard realized that his back was soaked and his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up. He had clearly been on the battlefield, but he was scared like this.

The personal soldier did not dare to stay any longer. He wiped the cold sweat from his head and decided to keep the matter to himself.

——

Gastric problems are sometimes linked to emotions.

Ellan Snow remembered what Kane had said to him, and he sometimes felt that this statement sometimes made some sense.

When he came to his senses from the chaotic magnetic area until now, he realized that he had not had a drop of water. However, it was only six or seven hours. His health was not so bad that he would die if he missed one or two meals.

At most he had a stomachache, but he knew he was in a bad mood, so his body seemed to react particularly strongly.

The taste was different from what he usually drank.

"Oh." Gong Du got used to it after drinking a few more sips and was not picky.

The small ball of light cannot relieve this inherent disease, and cannot feel how much pain Gongdu is in now, but it can make this guy frown and talk less, which must be very uncomfortable.

So it stopped eating melon seeds for a rare time, hugged a corner of Gong Du's soul sea, and leaned against it gently.

It was extremely quiet for a while.

Looking tired and listless, with blood stains on his doctor's gown, he saw Ellan Snow sitting on a chair, who seemed not at all surprised that the admiral was here.

"What's wrong?"

Kane took off his gloves and said, "The bleeding has stopped. His life is safe. His iris has been replaced. I remade his face according to your request."

"From now on, there will no longer be a person called Kang Dog in the world."

"Um."

Ellen Snow nodded.

After going through so many things in just half a day, Kane's feet were dizzy.

In the interrogation room, the admiral did cut the tendons of Adjutant Kang Quan's hands and feet with his own hands, but the hands and feet were cut off by him, a doctor who was very familiar with the human body structure.

But by then Kang Quan had already fainted and was unaware of anything.

He couldn't understand Adjutant Kang Quan's betrayal, and he also couldn't figure out what the admiral was thinking.

Not only that, the admiral also asked him to change the adjutant's face.

I don't know if it was the admiral's bad taste, but his new face had a natural smile. Even though he looked cold, there was a hint of smile at the corners of his mouth, which was a far cry from the adjutant's usual stern look.

Only a military officer with a strong body could withstand such torture. Fortunately, Adjutant Kangquan was not a spiritual evolver.

Low-level evolvers are better off, especially S-level ones. Not to mention cutting off limbs, even a simple face or organ replacement would destroy the naturalness of the body.

There is always a trade-off. Although an S-class psychic evolver is very powerful, in another sense, he is no different from a glass doll.

Their requirements for the naturalness of the body are almost harsh. Once the naturalness is destroyed, the mental power can no longer be released, and it is equivalent to being useless.

Therefore, over the years, the Northwest Star Region has never given up on assassinating the admiral. Everyone thinks that if they are lucky enough to kill Elansno, it would be equivalent to cutting off a pair of wings of the Federation.

"I'm ready here, Admiral, what are you going to do next?" Kane collected his thoughts.

Whether Kang Quan had his reasons for betraying him or not, it was an established fact. But after all, they had been friends for many years, and he didn't want to watch Kang Quan die.

Kane: "The lost munitions cannot be concealed. His Majesty will certainly investigate. However, on the surface, the adjutant is already dead..."

Elansno: "Don't worry about the rest. Find a small flying ship and move the people on it. I will come again in the evening. Don't tell anyone."

Kane suppressed his worries and said, "Yes, don't worry."

Elansno stood up, his movements were almost unnoticeable and after a moment, he frowned slightly and put down his hand that was on his abdomen.

"Admiral, do you have a stomachache?" As Ellan Snow's constant companion, Kane was the first to notice that something was wrong with him.

Elan Snow looked over and said, "What's the problem?"

The sound of admonishment stopped abruptly.

Kane shut up silently and wanted to slap himself.

In the past, Kang Quan was directly responsible for all these matters, big or small. He was used to it and did not change it for a while.

"Need not."

Ellen Snow said, "It didn't hurt that much."

When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, as if to speak to himself: "Tell me, why did he betray me?"

Kane was speechless.

"Do you think I'm cruel?"

Elansno chuckled. He just asked the question without needing anyone's answer. He said casually, "That's right. Everyone says so."

He left after he finished speaking. He still had a lot of things to deal with, and he would be much busier than before before the new adjutant took office.

Kane had mixed feelings.

He looked at Ellansno's back and realized that without the military coat on his shoulders, his figure looked a little thin.

Suddenly I remembered that this person who was scolded, hated, pointed at and spat on by countless people was only 24 years old this year.

——

Rat Ridge City.

Dawn light.

The sky turned from light to dark, and almost a day had passed.

All possible methods have been tried, but Lan Xia's high fever still shows no signs of improvement, and the news is kept strictly under wraps.

Aljie learned a lot of organizational management skills from Lan Xia, and grew rapidly, managing Xiguang like an iron bucket.

He hurried in from outside, and waited until the coldness on his body had almost dissipated before walking in, his brows furrowed, "How is it, is the teacher feeling better?"

There were two large instruments in the room, both of which were moved from Jin Daiqi's small laboratory. Shoubing stood beside them, with a sense of tension from his hair to his tense toes.

The little boy rescued by Lan Xia was exceptionally quiet, sitting on a chair in the corner.

Jin Daixiu pushed the gas out of the syringe in her hand and shook her head: "The blood components are all normal. We can't find out why the teacher suddenly had a high fever, but it won't go down."

"The mental area is also normal, except that the mental energy consumption is a bit high."

Lan Xia was covered with a thin quilt, and her wrists, ankles and forehead were rubbed with alcohol to cool them down. She was curled up under the quilt, her face pale, and she was mumbling something.

"Brother, you came at the right time. I wanted to check if the teacher had any external injuries."

Alger: "External injury? There is no blood on the teacher's body."

Teachers usually wear white shirts, so if they are injured, it is easy to see.

"We need to check."

"We don't have the equipment to check for external injuries, so I have to do it myself." In the final analysis, Xiguang was just too poor.

Jin Daixuan pushed the antipyretic medicine into Lan Xia's vein, disinfected her hands again, put on rubber gloves, and said calmly, "Brother Bing, hold the teacher's wrist. Brother, unbutton the teacher's shirt."

"...Okay!" Alge took a deep breath.

His sister's professional level is not much worse than that of a senior doctor, but at the critical moment, he is not as decisive as Decorte.

He and Shoubing also disinfected their hands, put on gloves, and lifted the quilt off the teacher.

The two of them hurriedly took off Lan Xia's windbreaker first. Shou Bing stood behind the bed and held Lan Xia's wrist.

The young man was forced to lie flat on his back, and he seemed to be in some discomfort, but his resistance was very slight, and it did not take him much effort to guard the ice.

Shoubing: "Arge?"

"……Um."

For Alge, although he has only known Lan Xia for a few months, there is no doubt that he has already truly regarded and respected Lan Xia as a teacher.

His father and mother died early, leaving him and Decor to depend on each other. No one had ever taught him, so he had to crawl around on his own, taking care of his sister, stumbling all the way.

To him, Lan Xia is more than just a teacher.

teacher……

Like a brother. Like a father.

Under normal circumstances, he would never do such an offensive behavior without the teacher's permission.

Arge lowered his eyes, leaned over and unbuttoned the first button.

On the pale and thin chest, there was a patch of dark blue blood.

Arge's fingers trembled: "Deco!"

"I see," Jin Daiqi stretched out her hands and pressed on both sides of Lan Xia's ribs. After checking and performing simple treatment, she instructed, "It's broken. You need to put on a rib fixation belt. Brother, you guys lift it."

Shoubing and Aerjie hurriedly and carefully lifted Lan Xia up a little.

Jin Dai bent down, swiftly passed the medical chest strap through her, and buckled it on one side.

The black material covered most of his chest.

When it was fixed to the top, Jin Daiqiu was slightly stunned. There was a line of red words tattooed on the teacher's clavicle: [Eternal A679]

What is this?

She subconsciously looked at it twice more, but couldn't figure it out, so she put it out of her mind.

The three of them worked for a long time and finally finished the job. Only the sternum was injured, and everything else was fine. Jin Daiqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe the antipyretic medicine I just injected had some effect, and the temperature finally came down a little.

Shou Bing couldn't help but ask: "When did the teacher get injured?"

The three of them simultaneously looked towards the little boy who was as quiet as a chicken in the corner.

Lian Yao: "...It has nothing to do with me."

Look at what he is doing, he really doesn't know.

The place where they found the teacher was full of destruction, and only the little boy was well protected by the teacher.

Alger smiled and said, "The teacher has his reasons for protecting you. You should stay here for now."

“…”

Lian Yao always felt that he was not strong enough at all. It was obviously he who wanted to take advantage of Xiguang, but even though he was left, he felt something strange, as if the S-rank boss's coma was related to him.

About half an hour passed.

"Arnold...seed..."

The young man on the bed whispered a little clearer.

Everyone was startled and moved closer to listen.

"The teacher is talking about seeds? What seeds?" Jin Daiqian asked worriedly, and took her temperature again. "My temperature finally went down a little, but now it's going up again."

Lian Yao said weakly, "Does he have a younger brother named Arnold? You can find him. He seems to be protecting me because he thinks of me as his younger brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three people in the room fell silent.

Lian Yao: “…What’s wrong?”

Arge sighed: "The teacher had a younger brother named Lannuo, but... he is no longer with us."

After a while, Lian Yao finally said, "Is that so? I don't know."

He recalled the few whispers he heard when the young man was holding him tightly, and he felt a little dazed.

Arge shook his head.

"The seeds the teacher is talking about should be the ones that have never sprouted, right?" Shoubing looked towards the windowsill.

There were two flower pots there, one of which was bare with half of the seeds sticking out.

Jin Daiqiao thought for a moment and took the flowerpot over. The seeds still hadn't sprouted yet. She held them in her palm and wiped them clean carefully. "Putting this in the teacher's hand should help calm the teacher down."

When your mood is stable, your physical condition will also be better.

After hesitating for a moment, Jin Daiqi gave the seed to Lian Yao, then squatted down, touched his head, and said softly: "The teacher thinks you are his younger brother. Sister gives you the seed, go and plant it, okay?"

elder sister……

Lian Yao endured it silently.

Putting on a harmless face, he took the seeds and nodded obediently: "Okay."

But as soon as he got the 'seed' in his hand, he exclaimed, and touched it carefully, "Isn't this just a stone?" No one should know these things better than him. Lian Yao confirmed it again, "This is a stone."

Although the edges are a bit thin and the shape is like a seed, there is absolutely no possibility of it germinating.

Arge was stunned. After two or three seconds, he finally found his voice: "...What?"

"How could it be a stone?" Jin Daixi frowned, "The teacher waters it every day."

Lian Yao subconsciously wanted to refute, but remembering his current weak and pitiful personality, he lowered his head and whispered, "Before my family was destroyed, my family took care of these things. I can tell if it is a seed just by touching it. If you don't believe me, you can test it yourself."

Jin Daiqi didn't believe it. The instrument was right next to her. She pursed her lips and took it for testing. Within two minutes, the test results came out -

It is indeed a stone.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the gentle and hopeful look on the teacher's face when he carefully took care of the seed every morning.

Jin Daixiu suddenly didn't know what emotion she should feel.

"...The teacher said that this was the only thing his brother left for him." Alge's voice was a little dull.

【I am just a wanderer, looking for a place where violets can bloom. 】

There are many places where seeds can bloom, but what about stones?

Shoubing: "...Sir, does he know that this is a stone?"

"He probably doesn't know," Lian Yao carefully took back the seed, approached the young man on the bed, and then placed the seed in Lan Xia's palm.

“It’s hard to tell.”

As soon as the seed entered her palm, Lan Xia clenched it subconsciously, and her wrinkled brows relaxed a lot.

Alge hesitated: "Should we ..."

"No," unexpectedly, it was the usually shy Shou Bing who interrupted him, "I can't tell you, sir. The feeling of losing your love overnight will crush you."

Elan Snow had destroyed his determination for revenge. He had woken up in a daze and fainted again, and threatened to commit suicide so many times. Jin Daiqi and Alger knew it all.

None of them knew what the seed meant to the teacher, and they had no idea what the consequences would be if they told him.

Alger nodded: "Let's just pretend that what happened today never happened."

No one spoke after that, except for the occasional whisper from the unconscious young man on the bed.

…

Lan Xia fell into a chaotic dream.

In his dream, there were no longer sacred music and white pigeons, but a vast expanse of yellow sand. His uncles and fathers were all taken away by the federal army, leaving behind only two little kids of five or six years old.

Those who left never came back.

[“Brother, I’m hungry.”

There were dead bones everywhere. He held his brother's thin arm and searched for a long time before he found a dead crow. He roasted it and handed it to his brother.

Arnold was very sensible and gave him most of the food. They didn't care about hygiene or whether they would get sick from eating it. They even ate the bones cleanly.

“Did all those people die of hunger?”

He looked into his brother's clean and clear eyes, and didn't say much. He just nodded and said, "Yeah, I starved to death."

Arnold thought for a long time, put on his chin, and announced with a serious face: "Brother, I want to be a hero."

He wondered, "Huh?"

"Being hungry is so uncomfortable," Arnold said. "In storybooks, only heroes can make everyone live a happy life, with three meals a day and no worries about food and clothing."

The little boy's eyes became brighter and brighter as he spoke, like a crystal clear purple gem.

"In the stories my brother told me, great heroes are loved by many people. Arnold also wants to be liked by many people!"

"...Well, okay," he heard himself say with a smile, "Then I'll just be the one protecting the hero."

Every child may have had extremely childish conversations.

Arnold chuckled twice and hugged him and rubbed him again and again.

"Brother, you are so kind..."]

Lan Xia could vaguely hear the little boy's childish voice.

Arnold...

The two figures in the dream grew a little bigger, and the scene kept changing.

[“Brother, you secretly ate dessert again, aren’t you ashamed? My tooth hurts! Give some to Arnold, brother~”]

Okay, all for you.

[“Eh? Brother, the priest talked about the aurora today. Is the aurora really that beautiful?”]

It’s nice. My brother went to see it later, but you were not there.

[Brother! Arnold has two loaves of bread today, give me a hug!]

Okay, hug Arnold.

[Brother, you must plant the violet seeds carefully. Arnold will check them when he comes back~]

good.

…

The jumping figure was separated from him by a layer of fog, and it seemed a little blurry when speaking to him.

Lan Xia responded to everything.

But his brother's shadow was getting farther and farther away from him, and his voice was becoming increasingly unclear.

He couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.

Lan Xia: “Arnold…”

Is it because the violets haven't bloomed yet that I'm walking so fast...

Wait for him a little longer, please.

He works very hard, and the flowers will bloom.

Yes.

Lan Xia clenched the seed, moved his hand to the side of his face, tilted his head, and pressed it lightly. After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The moonlight passed through the gap in the window and fell on the young man's quiet eyelashes.

It's like dewdrops covered with a layer of frost.