Chapter 1002 Father and Daughter

It is said that it is already snowing season on the plain outside, and the Red Maple City and Boulder City in the west are dyed white by the snow.

Andersa held onto the railing of the terrace and slowly paced to the edge of the terrace. She stood on the heights of Thorin Castle, looking at the distant horizon.

It should be snowing at Winter Wolf Castle, right? There is also Long Branch Manor... Scholars predict that the northern part of the mainland will be colder this year, and this war... I am afraid it will bring a colder winter.

She raised her head, but she couldn't see the snow falling from the sky. All she could see was the endless greenery, and the towns and outposts scattered among the vines, tree canopies, flowers and green grass, all kinds of artificial lights such as Stars twinkled across the land, and the dim spaces between the lights were filled with strange, fluorescent plants.

Unknown birds burrowed into the canopy of giant trees, or occasionally fluttered from the sky, or dared to land on the top of the towers and mottled walls of the castle.

A small sound came from beside her, and Andersa looked around, and saw a small beast with bright red fluff, slightly bigger than a squirrel, climbed onto the terrace out of nowhere. The little beast held a rose-red fruit in its mouth. After seeing Andersa, it held up the fruit with its front paws and handed it forward in a very humane way—and even wiped it with its paws.

Andersa was stunned for a moment, and looked at the little beast for a few seconds before hesitatingly reached out to take the fruit—this was a fruit she had never seen anywhere else, with a bright red peel with a bright surface. Like a gem, it also exudes a strange sweet smell, which looks very attractive.

She remembered the name of the fruit: Thorin Tree Fruit. It is the fruit of the great tree of Thorin, a "crop" endemic to the region, and a source of food for many cities in the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit. It might be the weirdest and most wondrous specialty she'd ever heard of in her life, but what else could be unimaginable under the tree of Thorin, which was a miracle in itself?

Andersa picked up the fruit and took a bite. While the sweet pulp stimulated the taste buds, a slightly weak voice suddenly came from the side: "I hope you like it, after all, I don't have much to entertain guests here. "

Andersa was surprised and curious to find the source of the sound, and then finally saw a small flower swaying in the wind near the wall brick where the little beast was standing. The weak and somewhat distorted sound came from the flower bud.

"Ms. Bertiera," Andersa greeted Flower Bud earnestly with a strange mood, "Uh...Thank you for your hospitality."

This seemingly thin bud is actually an extension of the giant tree of Thorin, and it is the will of the giant tree that makes a sound through the bud. Andersa didn't know much about this powerful life form. She only knew that everyone here, including her father, called her Lady Bertiera - a powerful ancient Druid.

The Thorin giant tree is the final product of the old Ansu disaster. As a Typhon commander who has been paying attention to Ansu all the year round, Andersa has certainly investigated this aspect, but her investigation is destined to know too many details.

What kind of changes do human beings with flesh and blood have to undergo to form this miracle that covers the entire region? What is the origin of this powerful Lady Bertiera? She was very curious about it, but didn't know who to ask.

Father may know something, after all, it is all related to the dark sect that has disappeared in the long history...

The flower buds in the cracks of the wall tiles swayed, and a lot of tiny vines gradually gathered around. Finally, a female figure condensed in the flower vines. Bertila stood there and seemed to be seriously looking at Andersa's appearance, although There was no change in expression on her face, and her eyes were dull and dull, but the look of looking up and down still made Andersa feel uncomfortable for a while.

"Excuse me..." She couldn't help breaking the silence, "Is something wrong with me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't paid attention to a Typhon like you for a long time..." Bertila shook his head, "Especially after becoming a plant, it's more difficult for me to walk around freely."

Andersa didn't know why this powerful ancient druid was so emotional all of a sudden, she just felt that the other party's words were a little weird, and she lowered her eyelids when she didn't know how to answer: "Well...then I'm a little embarrassed, let you To see a woeful Typhon like me."

"Wolverine? It's not embarrassing to be wounded on the battlefield. Compared with you, my posture is the real embarrassment," Bertila smiled and said something that Andersa couldn't understand. Just when she was about to ask something, she suddenly glanced in the direction of the entrance to the terrace, "Ah, it looks like someone came to visit you... Maybe I should avoid it."

Andersa wanted to stop the other party, but she only had time to open her mouth, and the woman in front of her suddenly turned into falling petals and vines, and quickly left the terrace. — She saw her father appear there, pushing the door and walking towards her.

Once upon a time, this was a scene she could never imagine in her dreams, but today it appeared in front of her so naturally.

"Your body has just gotten better, try not to move for too long," Bud looked at his daughter and couldn't help but say with concern, "How are you feeling today?"

"It's much better," Andersa replied. "I'll get up and move around according to my physical strength."

After a simple question and answer, the father and daughter fell silent in unison, and an embarrassing silence was maintained on the terrace.

Facts have proved that the separation of more than ten years is not so easy to completely eliminate, especially after the two have experienced too many things in the past ten years, and each has gone through unimaginable life trajectories. On the day they first met, Andersa and Bud talked a lot, but since then, every time they met, it was inevitable that they would fall into this embarrassment - not knowing what to say or ask. , The current situation that can be inquired was very clear on the first day, and after that...they were two strangers.

But both father and daughter are trying to change that.

"I was talking to Ms. Bertiera just now," Andersa finally broke the silence after thinking hard for a long time, "She gave me this..."

She showed the half-eaten fruit in her hand, but after taking a look at Bud, there was a strange look on her face: "Has she started to like giving people fruit again recently... well, it's not a bad habit. But Andersa, you should pay more attention on weekdays, Bertiera... It's best to be reserved when dealing with her."

"Why do you say that? You have a bad relationship with Ms. Bertiera?" Andersa asked subconsciously.

Bud quickly waved his hand: "That's not true, at least we have a good relationship now - but she is far better than you think, and she is a person with a very complicated past."

"...In my opinion, being able to grow into a giant tree that covers the plain is enough. Is there anything more complicated and bizarre than this kind of life experience?" Andersa smiled, she saw that her father seemed to be Not wanting to discuss the secret behind Ms. Bertiera in detail, she quickly passed the topic with a joking attitude, "I'm more curious about your life these years than Ms. Bertiera's life."

The conversation was going on, at least this conversation seemed less awkward, and it was a good start - Andersa and Bud thought about it at about the same time.

"I thought you didn't want to listen to it after I told you about my joining the Dark Sect last time," Bud also smiled and said with some self-deprecation, "This is not a good story."

"I was only so shocked last time that I didn't think of what to ask, but anyway, it's all over," Andersa looked at her father with a serious look in the only eye left. , "Of course, if you don't want to mention it, we don't have to discuss these..."

"It's nothing to be willing or unwilling, like you said, all of this has passed, and now it's just some old stories," Bud waved his hands, his attitude was very free and easy, "and they are all boring old stories... ...The first few years, I spent in the laboratory, I showed you the traces of those transformations, artificial hearts and so on... These things continued my life and completely separated me from the God of War belief. .And in the years after that...I basically moved around as a dark priest, mainly in Anzu. You know about the evil deeds of the dark sects, I have done almost all of them.

"I have no intention of defending myself, and I don't think that doing good deeds in the future can offset those terrible actions... I was led by fanaticism in those days, and now I think about it, if every crime was tried, I'm afraid it would be enough. Hang several times."

Andersa listened to her father say these things indifferently, and finally couldn't help interrupting the other party: "What about after? After you left the dark sect and worked for the Cecil people... how did you do? came here?"

"...This period of time is not very long. Compared with the dark days of more than ten years, it is very short, but it is really incredible," Bud smiled, "I became a researcher, sometimes participating in research, sometimes as a researcher. The only samples of dark priests are subject to research, and the rest of the leisure time...is basically doing questions."

Andersa was surprised: "Do the questions?"

"About mathematics and runes, and magic machinery - people always find something to do when they have nothing to do, and I became interested in them," Bud said, suddenly looking at Andersa, "Are you interested in them?"

Andersa was suddenly a little embarrassed. She recalled the books Matilda brought her and some of the classic "topics" that the other party mentioned to herself in the letter, and her eyes wandered: "I..."

"You should try, Andersa, it's not just a matter of interest for you," Bud continued, "you should understand that these things will be very useful in future times, even if not from a personal point of view, As a general, you must also have enough knowledge to be competent - in the past, these knowledge may just be the knowledge of marching and fighting, combat experience, know how to organize an army and issue and execute all kinds of orders, but now you need I know more than that..."

Andersa listened, her face couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment. She actually recognized her father's teaching at the moment. She is not an ignorant and dull person. The changes of the times and new weapons and tactics have an impact on contemporary commanders. She is also very clear about the challenges of the game, but people cannot be generalized. She remembers that when she was a child, she once challenged mathematical problems in extreme anger.

Thinking about it now is still annoyed.

Bud didn't seem to notice the slight changes in his daughter's eyes, or it was possible that he finally found a topic that he could talk to his daughter, so he couldn't extricate himself from it. He began to speak with gusto about mathematics and runes, about the interesting problems he had faced here as a "researcher"—except, of course, for classified projects.

And Andersa stood opposite him, from the awkwardness at the beginning, gradually became thoughtful.

She looked at her father, and the faded and vague memories in her mind gradually overlapped with the scene in front of her... Father, is he such a person who likes to preach?

She doesn't remember.

Bud finally ended the long sermon caused by his whim. He sobered up from the rhetoric and looked at his daughter with some embarrassment: "I seem to have said something boring to you."

"It's really boring," Andersa said immediately, showing no mercy, "but I'm a little relieved to see that you are living well here."

"...It's okay, it's okay." Bud said dryly, and then he looked at Andersa, his expression suddenly hesitant.

Andersa noticed this keenly: "What do you want to say to me?"

"...I do have something to do with you today," Bud said while organizing the language, because he knew that what he was about to say might be difficult for his daughter to accept, "Listen, this matter Maybe it's against your current principles, so you can say no from the start - but I think you still need to think carefully because it's very important to both Typhon and Cecil."

Andersa seemed to have a premonition, and she looked at Bud seriously: "If you want to persuade me to completely fall to Cecil, then you don't have to say anything. I know your position today has been honed by more than ten years of wind and rain. As a result, I understand that, but myself...I'm still going back to Typhon."

"I know you would say that," Bud shook his head. "Don't worry, no one will force you, but His Majesty Gawain wants me to convey one thing to you."

"He?" Andersa frowned. "What does he want?"

"Cecil is trying to train a special kind of soldier that can be used to fight the spiritual pollution of the gods. These soldiers are crucial to today's catastrophe caused by the out-of-control gods, and for this...he wants to get Typhon's mass-produced superhuman technology."

A gust of wind happened to blow, and there was a soft rushing sound from the canopy of the Thorin Giant Tree. In the sound of the leaves rubbing against the branches, Andersa was sluggish for a few seconds before opening her mouth slightly: "Ah?"

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