Open the eyelids again, and the strange ceiling fills the field of vision again.
No matter how many times you see, the pure white sky lamp inlaid with white square lights, and the taste of disinfection water in the room always makes her feel difficult to adapt. Unlike the charity clinic of the church nuns, the strange deserted air permeates the air. Even the configuration is configured.
The high -end heating facilities, the outside scenery is not bad, the sense of disobedience is lingering.
This is the company's ward, which implements the place where the effectiveness of the effectiveness of pragmatism. In addition to the necessary diagnosis and treatment instruments, there will never be things that are necessary.
The effect of anesthesia has fallen back, and the head is no longer as uncomfortable as when they just wake up, but the game ends with a tie, and then I was sent to the VP ward of the company's affiliated hospital.
For Lanluo Dai, there is still no real sense.
After being filled with white light that was swallowed in front of me, the memory was interrupted. According to the description of Gerant and Beidwell, it was said that he raised his sword to the throat of Salome, and the other's long knife was close to his neck because
This state of compatibility is finally recognized as a tie. After the results of Charlie Man announced the results, they couldn't afford it after walking back to the rest area.
With a full set of medical facilities, the environment is also the best alone ward.
The official opinion is roughly.
"Medical officers reported that there were signs of sober brain waves, come here to see, how about?"
Very gentle, the sound of the sense of disappearing distance is aside, and the knife of the apple continues to rotate.
As far as the noble family is concerned, the use of words is too civilized, but with incredible affinity, it makes Lanto Luo Dai's heart defense slightly relaxed.
"Medical officers reported that the body was basically obstructive. It was just a loss of consciousness and a few days of rest.
The skilled elf language will be roughly explained that the woman with blonde ears will hand over the cut fruit platter, and the apple, cherry, and cherry with moderate size are inserted with toothpicks to facilitate her to use.
Lanluo Dai, who showed true appearance, nodded and shook his head again. It should be hungry without eating a day, but he did not accept the kind mood of the other party.
Really, very nervous.
Brun Hill has a bitter smile, and has educated three non -elf children in one hand. It is very clear that children with different ethnic mixed races are difficult to be accepted by a single race society.
Similar.
Always hiding behind Caspar. The semi -orc girls who are full of vigilance and fear of the surroundings;
With a strong appearance and the spirit of the Cavaliers as a shield, the half -elves girl hidden the weak self;
The two are very similar.
Brun Hill has heard some of the rumors of stifling the flesh and flesh, or put the mixed -race in the basin and put it in the rumor arranged by the mother god. In the environment with serious race opposition, she also tried to interfere with this and be able to take care of it.
Education has grown up smoothly. It has been a great achievement.
What was the past life encounter of Lanlo, she was completely unclear, but after her semi -elf's identity was exposed, she would encounter something. She knew it.
"Don't worry."
He leaned slightly, getting closer to the confused girl, and gently comforted her.
"This is an area under the control of that adult. Your affairs will not be leaked. The adult does not intend to interfere with your life."
The girl's body trembled and she looked at Brunhil in disbelief.
I can hardly believe my ears. In this world where one can betray and kill people without taboos in order to change the territory of power, status, wealth, and close relatives, he holds a piece of important information that is enough to change the ownership of the Britannia region.
A big deal. But he did nothing... Even if the other party is an elf, this is too... [
"Do you find it hard to believe?"
The other party easily saw through Lancerodai's doubts and continued speaking unhurriedly:
"We have no interest in occupying Britannia and have become the target of public criticism. Only fools are happy to be besieged by humans. Besides"
There was a certain pity in his emerald eyes, no, it should be said to be an emotion close to nostalgia, as if he was remembering something from the past.
"At least half of your bloodline is from our side. The human side does not accept your existence, and we also have a lot of troubles. But at least we don't want to embarrass you."
The false pity comes from a twisted sense of superiority, but Brunhil's calm declaration without consolation or complaint gave Lanceroder a pause.
He didn't accept it, but it wasn't denial or rejection. At least he didn't want her to be embarrassed. It was just a simple sentence that made the long-term closed and almost dead feelings turn into sobs and overflow from his throat.
I don't have any anger or sadness about being treated as an alien. Even if I do, I have learned not to think about it deliberately under the urging of the strange eyes around me.
She met Duke Britannia by chance in the forest by the lake, was kidnapped back to the castle, and became a tool for the Duke to vent his desires. The remaining story about the half-elf princess... these are not even folk rumors, they are just slowly growing in Lanceroder's mind.
A story of sedimentation and decay.
She is just the son of his Duke of Britannia, the Knight of the Round Table Lancerotte. Apart from that, she is nothing and has no other face. Her mother is a human and has died long ago. As the son of the Duke of Britannia
, you must become a Knight of the Round Table, achieve great military exploits, and be prepared to lead Britannia to regain independence in the future.
This is the reason for her birth, and she must respond to these expectations. Therefore, in her life of receiving elite education, training in swordsmanship and magic, fanatically pursuing chivalry, and learning to suppress her emotions, which is almost obsessive-compulsive disorder, no one has ever done anything for her.
"We don't want you to be in trouble."
The words spoken by the tribesmen on her mother's side, whether they could be considered as accepting her existence, made her feel a deep warmth, as warm as the care she felt from the boy a few days ago.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Holding back the hot tears on the edges of her eyes, feeling helpless and trembling in isolation, the girl moaned silently. Brunhil stretched out his hand to support her, letting the girl press her face into her chest, and the tears on her chest were wet with tears.
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"it's over?"
At the second door at the end of the passage, the black-haired boy asked calmly. His overly mature voice was reminiscent of a middle-aged man, and you could still vaguely smell the smell of tobacco.
I have an illusion that he has never smoked, but the vicissitudes of his words carry the smell of tobacco.
"call……"
Long spit out sighs, and Brunshir smiled with a bitter smile.
"I feel that I am more and more like a bad -hearted mother -in -law, or a character like a deep -hearted bad aunt." [
"How about taking a vacation? Just right, I have to go back too."
"After a few days, the prince of the king arrived at the king's capital.
Brun Hill, who was nestled on the teenager's chest, felt a little peace of mind, but couldn't help but ask questions about the scenery.
"Prince Wang? Is there such a person?"
Li Lin lifted the corner of his mouth and blinked his eyes badly.
PS: There are still 2 days, the relatives who have tickets in your hands to help! Tomorrow will start Li Lin's Shura field time ~~~