Chapter 438: 8. The Knight of Albion (29)

Opening the eyelid again, the strange ceiling fills the field of vision again.
No matter how many times she saw it, the pure white ceiling with white square ceiling lights and the smell of disinfection water in the room always made her feel difficult to adapt. Unlike the charity clinic of the church nuns, the strange coldness filled the air. Even if it is equipped with advanced heating facilities, the scenery outside the window is not bad, and the sense of violation is lingering.
This is the v.e company's ward, where the principle of pragmatism and efficiency comes first. Except for the necessary medical equipment and hospitality furniture, there is no need for anything above it.
The effects of the anesthetics have almost subsided. The head is no longer as uncomfortable as when I woke up, but the game ended in a draw, and then I was sent to the ward of the company’s affiliated hospital and slept for a whole day-these were passed by others Oral remarks still don't have a sense of reality for Lansy Luodai.
After the white light that engulfed everything in front of my eyes, the memory was interrupted. According to the description of Gerant and Bediwell, he said that he raised his sword against Salome’s throat, and the other’s long knife was also close to his neck, because This stalemate was finally considered a tie. After King Charlemagne announced the result himself, he lay down after walking back to the rest area. In order to offset the negative impact of the competition, the company v.e seems to have specially arranged this complete medical facility, and the environment is also the best single ward. The famous doctors of Albion and Charlemagne take turns to take care of the inspection...
The official opinion is roughly the same.
"Medical officers reported that the brain waves showed signs of sobriety, so come over and see it, how?"
Very gentle, the sound of dissipating the distance asked, and the knife that cut the apple continued to rotate.
As far as the aristocratic family is concerned, the use of words and phrases is too popular, but it has an incredible affinity, so Lans Luodai's mind defense has been relaxed slightly.
"Medical officers report that the body is basically okay. It's just that they have lost their consciousness after being shocked, and just rest for a few days. At present, they are stuck for a few hours on the grounds that they can't be visited for a while... Do you want to come?"
The skilled elf language explained the general situation. The blond-haired woman with pointed ears handed over the platter of cut fruits, and toothpicks were inserted on the apples, cherries, and cantaloupes of appropriate size to facilitate her access.
Lance Luodai nodded, showing her face, and shook her head again. I should be hungry if I haven’t eaten for a day, but I really don’t accept the other person’s kindness.
Really, very nervous.
Brenhill smiled with understanding and raised three non-elven children in one hand. He was very aware of the situation in which children of different races were difficult to be accepted by a single-race society. Lansi Luodai’s cautious performance was quite similar to that of Nona in the past. Points are similar.
Always hiding behind Casper. Orc girl full of vigilance and fear about everything around her;
Use the strong appearance and knightly spirit as a shield to hide the weak self-elf girl;
The two are very similar.
Brenhill has heard rumors of killing the flesh by hand, or placing the mixed-race children in a wooden basin and placing them in the river, to be arranged by the mother goddess. In an environment of serious racial opposition, she is also unable to interfere with this, and can take care of and educate the three children to grow up to now. It is already quite an achievement.
She knows exactly what happened to Lansloré's past life, but she knows what will happen when her identity as a half-elf is exposed.
"do not worry."
He leaned slightly closer to the dazed girl, comforting him gently.
"This is the domain under the control of the adult. Your affairs will not be disclosed. The adult does not intend to interfere with your life."
The girl's body trembled, and she looked at Brenhill incredulously.
I can hardly believe my ears. In this world where I can sell and kill without any taboo in order to change my strength, status, wealth, and relatives, I hold an important piece of information that will allow the Britannia region to change its ownership. A major handle. But do 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 Lance Luodai's doubts and continued unhurriedly:
"We have little interest in occupying Britannia and have become the target. The fools that are besieged by humans are only fools willing, in addition -"
There is some kind of pity in the emerald eyes, no, it should be said to be an emotion of nostalgia, as if remembering some things in the past.
"At least half of your lineage is on our side. The human side does not accept your existence, and we have a lot of trouble on our side. However, we don't want to embarrass you at least."
The hypocrisy of pity is derived from the twisted sense of superiority, but Brunshill's calm admonishment with no consolation or complaint makes Lance Luodai a meal.
No acceptance, but no denial and repulsion, at least I don’t want her to be embarrassed-just a simple sentence, so that the long-term blockade, the almost dead emotion turned into a whimper overflowing from the throat.
There is no anger or sadness about being treated as alien. Even if there is, under the supervision of the surrounding eyes, I learn to deliberately not think about it.
Encounter with Brittany in the forest by the lake, be taken back to the castle and become a tool for the duke to vent, leaving the matter of half-elven princess... These are not even folk rumors, but slowly settled in Lance Luodai's heart A rotten story.
She was just him—the son of Brittany, the round table knight Lance Rode, and besides that there was nothing, no other face, and his mother was a human, and had died long ago. As the son of the Britannia prince, he must become a round-table knight and make great achievements to prepare Brittania for independence in the future.
This is the reason for her birth and must respond to these expectations. Therefore, I received education for talents, trained in swordsmanship and magic, zealously pursued knighthood, and learned to suppress my emotions-in the life of almost obsessive-compulsive disorder, no one has done anything for her.
"We don't want you to be embarrassed."
Whether a sentence from the mother's tribe can be regarded as a question that still exists in her existence, it makes her feel a deep warmth, as warm as the care she felt from the teenager a few days ago.
"Thanks...Thanks..."
The tears on the edge of the strong tolerance eyes were trembling with no breath, and the girl groaned silently. Brenhill reached out and supported her, letting the girl press her face into the chest, and the tears wet the chest.
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"ended?"
At the second doorway at the end of the passage, the dark-haired teenager UU Reading www.uukanshu.com asked quietly that the overly mature voice is reminiscent of middle-aged people, and he could vaguely smell the tobacco.
The illusion, he never smokes, but the sense of vicissitudes in the words carries the smell of tobacco.
"call……"
With a long sigh, Brenhill smiled bitterly at himself.
"I feel more and more like a bad-hearted mother-in-law, or a character like a bad-hearted aunt."
"How about taking a vacation? I just want to go back."
"The crown prince will arrive at Wangdu in a few days. The leader of the consortium is not there, is it okay?"
Brenhill, who was snuggling in the chest of a teenager, felt a little relieved, but couldn't help asking questions about the scenery.
"Prince Wang? Is there such a person?"
Li Lin lifted the corner of his mouth and blinked his eyes in disgust. (To be continued...)