Chapter 53:

"Please, please ask my teacher for help, and I also want to follow the teacher to learn. If you help me this time, I will remember that I will definitely repay you in the future-"
In the corner of the restaurant, a young brown-haired man begged hard for the man in front of him.
The man crossed Erlang's legs and spread his hands on the sides of the seat. He watched the brown-haired young man desperately try to please himself, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He did not speak until he had enjoyed the hardships of the people in front of him, and then sneered and opened his mouth.
"Don't think about it, Dole. Now the teacher is disgusted with your disgust, how can you let you go back?" He said with a sneer, "The teacher will be furious when you just mention your name. You lost such a big face to him , You still want to go back? Do you think you are his proud disciple? Do you think you are the top student in the past? "
"......... Help me, I will repay you ..."
"Come on, Dole, I didn't intend to help you at all. The reason why I came to the appointment today is just to look at you guys wagging and begging for mercy." Too lazy to deal with it, the man got up and looked at the brown-haired young man with scorn. "Oh, when I was praised by the teacher for a few words, I thought I could not afford to look down on the talented students who look down on everyone, but now this dejected, oh, it's pitiful."
"You have offended the SS professor, more than one. There is no one in the association who knows that you are now a of plague, and it is too late to hide from you."
"Oh, by the way, because of stigmatizing the super professor, your qualifications have also been canceled. It is no longer a member of the association. It is just an ordinary unemployed civilian. In the second half of my life, I will honestly do your job. Wait for the civilians, ha ha ha ha ha! "
The man laughed aloud, haunting Dole, and then walked away, leaving Dole alone in disgrace.
Nothing ...
The brown-haired young man thought blankly.
Wealth, status, power, reputation, and an infinite future. It is clear that all futures are within reach, all broken after he was disqualified and kicked out by his teacher.
...... He will become an excellent and respected professor, beloved by the aristocratic forces, put in his Majesty, let them support, and lead a beautiful life of the superior ...
Obviously this is his future!
civilian? ... how could he go back and become an ordinary civilian, how could he endure his being such a lowly existence!
Dole sat blankly, as if he had lost his soul, his gaze unconsciously looked ahead.
Suddenly, his empty pupil narrowed tightly.
He stood up sharply, staring staringly forward, he saw a familiar figure-he would never forget, the figure that broke all his dreams and appeared in his nightmares every night!
Without this guy ...
he thinks.
Without this person--
His mind was blank, but the body acted on his own, and he took the knife on the table and caught up.
If this guy doesn't exist! Then he is the genius that attracted much attention in that qualification exam! If it weren't for this person, he wouldn't be kicked out by the teacher! He will not be disqualified by the association!
It's all because of this person! As long as this person is absent--
This sentence kept echoing in his head, and Dole quickly caught up.
Every step he took, his eyes narrowed; every breath, his eyes went red.
When catching up with the young man who has gone down the steps, Dole, who has fallen into a semi-mad state, grabbed the young man's right shoulder. When the young man came back subconsciously, his eyes were red and his right hand held the knife. The teenager's left chest stabbed fiercely!
The joyful sensation that the knife penetrated into the flesh was instantly transmitted to his whole body through the nerves, making him shake with excitement.
The blood splashing out of the table knife was sprayed on his face, and the feeling of burning as if it was burning made him all excited.
Looking at the young man who was crouching painfully in the pool of blood under his feet, Dole's eyes were even more crazy. The thrill of revenge made him extremely excited. He laughed wildly and stabbed again.
But just a second before his knife could be swung down, the teenager who had fallen to the ground and should be allowed to be his fish suddenly kicked him with a heavy kick. He was out of balance and caught off guard. He knelt on the ground, and the sharp knife in his hand brushed the teenager's cheek, and he stabbed to the ground after he wiped a hole from the teenager's side cheek.
"Go and save people!"
The noble children in the box yelled at their men so much, and ran out.
Dole knelt on the ground with a sharp blade.
Just now Mute, who knocked Dole on his side, lay down on the steps, struggling to stand up with both hands on the higher steps, but he took a breath and raised half of his body, and saw The man stabbed at him again. He almost instinctively raised his hands and grabbed Dole's right hand. The newly raised body hit the steps again and his spine hurt.
The sharp blade almost stopped before his eyes, almost touching his eyelashes.
His severely throbbing left shoulder made his left hand weak at all, and he almost held back Dole's right hand with a sigh of relief.
Just stick with it!
He gritted his teeth and thought that the aristocratic child inside would certainly not be able to watch him killed. He only needs to hold on for a few more seconds--
Suddenly a hand reached over and slammed Mute's throat.
The man pressing on him was pale, his left hand was pinching his throat fiercely, and his right hand was holding the knife with more force to pierce his head.
The suffocation pain almost took away the breath that he clenched his teeth, and his hands could no longer hold the man's right hand.
The dark pupil widened to the extreme, and the teenager watched sharply the sharp blade stab down—
The few imperial soldiers who just ran to the door were trying to save people--
Leng Buding inserted one hand from the oblique ground, one finger, and firmly held the knife that saw Mute's brows.
The hand holding the knife was so strong that the sharp blade cut deeply into the palm of the hand.
The boy lying on his back with his eyes widened, the tip of the knife had penetrated into his brows, making his brows ooze a little red.
His heart was beating fiercely, he opened his eyes and watched the blood flow down from that hand, gathered together and flowed down along the silvery white blade, drop by drop on his forehead, eyebrow and slipped over his His face penetrated into the hair and stained his horns.
He watched openly the knife that had pierced his skin was lifted up by the hand holding the blade sharply, and he watched the blood-stained blade slowly away from himself. Go away.
Only the blood dripping from the bladed hand was still dripping on his face.
Until the point of the knife left the teenager's face safe enough to never hurt him, the master of that hand reached out and held Dole's right wrist with lightning.
There was a crackling sound of bones, and with a scream from Dole, he loosened his right hand and released the knife in his hand.
The comer easily changed hands, and the hand that originally clasped the blade held the handle.
The left hand who crushed Dole's right wrist grabbed Dole's hair and pulled it up hard. Dole had to lift his head. The next second, a blood-stained table knife swept through Dole's throat when he looked up. Too.
Dorr, who had his throat cut off instantly, fell to the ground without even making a sound, opened his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and blood flowed from his neck to the ground.
A series of movements are like flowing clouds, but they are just an instant, just a time when Mute took a breath.
He was half-lying on the steps, still a little frightened. He was strangled by his throat and couldn't breathe, so now he was breathing quickly and his chest was violently undulating.
He looked away from Dole, who had been lying silently in the pool of blood, looking slowly up.
The man who cut Dole's throat neatly turned and walked towards him, and Mute saw his right hand dangle from his side, and a drop of blood dripped from his finger.
Major General Troll squatted down in front of him, and the scattered paint black hair half covered Major General's eyes, making him unable to see the expression in the other's eyes at the moment. Mute could only see Major General raising his hand, deep in the palm of his right hand One of the incisions slammed open, as if it was astonishing to cut that hand.
"your hands……"
Mute had only a few words to say, the young major general's hands were already on his chest, and for a moment, the sound of cracked cloth sounded.
He watched with aggression as the Major General tore his military jacket off, and his entire left shoulder was exposed to the air.
The teenager's shoulder to his chest looked terrible.
At this moment, the dark blue pupil with a deep sense of consciousness slowly looked through the wound on the teenager's shoulder, and Major General Troll extended his finger and pressed on the wound. , Mute took a moment to breathe in the air.
"Not hurting."
The major general said, and then directly wiped the blood stain of Mute's wound with his ripped clothes.
No one saw, his dark blue eyes calmed down like a swirling vortex.
From the leather cross-body bag hanging from the black belt on his waist, Troll took out two transparent like yellow pearls. The little ball was about the size of a thumb. As soon as he pressed his finger, the two crystal clear shattered at his fingertips, and instantly turned into two slender water bands. They seemed to have life, and one flew towards Mute and covered Mute's wound. Another bandage entangled the major palm of the right hand.
Numerous nano-medical robots in the water quickly blocked the wound, performing preliminary treatment for wound hemostasis and disinfection.
"your hands……"
Mutter was interrupted again after saying a few words.
Mill, who had finally arrived in a hurry, pushed the pestle open with a few dissatisfied hands at the door, and saw Mute sitting under the steps at a glance.
"Lord Uriel! You're fine--"
He shouted this way, ignoring Troll in front of Mute, and just wanted to pass at Mute.
But he had just stepped off his legs and walked down a step, and Major General Black, who squatted in front of Mute, suddenly looked up at him.
Mill's footsteps were stiff, but he was stuck in place by the cold glance.
That look ...
He almost stepped back without a break.
In the past, no matter how he provoked the young major general, this major general had never rebelled-he always felt that it was because Major General Troll jealous of the family forces behind him and did not dare to mess with him.
But now he suddenly understood that Troll was not afraid of him, but he was too lazy to ignore him.
... has that terrifying look ... he couldn't describe the savory look that glance gave him ... but he suddenly understood, how could it be that a guy who doesn't look like a human eye Who will be afraid of anyone.
The man didn't care about his provocation because he didn't take him seriously.
However, since that person has never taken him seriously, why did he suddenly show that terrible hostility to him this time?
...... Don't ...
Mill stared at the back of the two men as they stared away.
Is it because of that boy?
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Putting on new clothes, Mute touched her left shoulder. There was still pain there, but it didn't hurt too much. After all, the wounds there had already healed.
The wound on his left shoulder looked bloody, but it was not serious. When the man stabbed him, he instinctively hid it aside. The knife didn't pierce his chest too deeply, but diagonally. A large opening was drawn from his chest to his shoulder.
That's why the blood seemed to splatter.
Due to the perennial war, medical technology in the interstellar era is very developed. Even broken limbs can be replanted with cells, let alone his not a serious injury.
He just opened his eyes and watched the doctor apply a ball of liquid to his wound, which did not know what it was, and the liquid was squirming. Then, through the transparent liquid, he saw the wound on his shoulders was visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​heals.
After half an hour, there was only a light pink mark on his shoulder, and the lighter blood marks on the eyebrow and side cheeks.
However, the doctor told him that the wound on the shoulder just healed the epidermis, and the wound inside still needs time to heal, so do not exercise vigorously on the left arm for a week to prevent the wound from cracking.
After changing his clothes, the teenager stepped out and squinted as soon as he raised his eyes.
Major General Troll was sitting in the hall, and a light blue light curtain hovered in front of him, and he was watching something quietly.
His right arm rests on the soft armrest of the sofa, his right hand hangs down, and a ball of transparent liquid envelops his right hand, the liquid is like a living creature, gently rippling ripples.
Mute hesitated, and walked forward.
When you get closer, you can see more clearly.
Major General Troll's complexion was originally white. At this moment, his right hand was pale and translucent, and he could almost see the traces of pale blue blood vessels under the skin.
Through the ball of transparent liquid that encloses Major General's right hand, you can clearly see the terrible cut in the palm of his hand-Mute even saw a bit of pale bone in the flesh. color.
That tightened his chest instantly.
The bone scar was deeply visible, but it was conceivable how much effort the man spent at that time to grasp the sharp blade.
"Does it hurt?"
The teenager couldn't help but speak.
Seeing that the major general looked up, those dark blue eyes came over, and he immediately reacted to what stupid words he had said, and quickly waved his hands in embarrassment.
"No ..." he said flustered, "I mean ... thank you."
Glancing again at the terrible scar on Major General's right palm, Mute could not help but say.
"Actually it wasn't necessary at that time, just kick the guy away."
"... will cut."
"what?"
"Your forehead."
The major general who retracted his eyes and re-drew his eyes said that his face was deserted and his tone light.
The teenager was short of breath.
Yes, the blade of that man's hand had pierced his forehead. Although it was shallow, it did pierce the skin. If Major General Troll kicked the man away, the man's hand would slide and the knife's forehead would make a big cut on his forehead or face. It is possible that the tip of the knife directly cut into his eyes.
Therefore, the major general will only grab the blade with his hand, and keep the blade away from himself before he starts to act on that person.
Thinking of this, Mute didn't know what it was like in her heart.
"But it hurts you so much ..." He whispered, only feeling a little stuffy in his heart, "I have nothing to mark on my face, anyway, I'm not a woman, I'm not afraid of scarring, I don't care if I get hurt, I don't care. . "
He had just finished speaking, and a hand suddenly extended, grabbing his right arm.
The unsuspecting Mute was dragged down and bent down, and leaned down towards the major general sitting on the sofa.
Major General Troll, who grabbed Mute's right arm and dragged it down, leaned his head, the black hair spread back, revealing the white forehead, his slender Danfeng eyes looked at the child's young face A sharp radian provoked from the corner of the eye.
He glanced at the trace of the teenager's eyebrow, and the pale pink light trace on the side cheek. Then, his eyes moved slightly and fell on the child's eyes.
The dark and bright pupils look like a clear and clear night sky after the rain.
He looked into the child's eyes, as if trying to devour those eyes into his eyes.
"I care."
He says.