Steel steam and flame

The sound seemed to have come to an end after the door closed.

The surroundings were quiet, the windows were open, and there was no insect chirping in the air that Cassia wanted to hear. Outside is a piece of dry green grass, bypassing the silhouettes of the buildings, you can see the huge sand control trees lined up in one corner, and then there are the white-gray fault clouds piled up layer by layer in the sky. The wind was very light, and it was not certain that the clouds were creating infinite ripples like the surface of a lake.

Cassia thought like this, and the large and small puddles he had seen on the road after rainy days appeared in his mind. Would the water surface under the breeze at that time be a microcosm of the lake? He has never seen a real calm lake, but he has seen a lot of small ponds. The Moon Lake not far away was not the lake he expected in his mind.

Books describe that the blue lake surface is like a mirror, and the white clouds floating slowly in the sky seem to enter the world of the lake surface inadvertently. But is there really a calm lake in this world? Maybe no one can tell.

There was once a group of people who sought to record various lakes. They traveled to different corners of the world, looking for lakes with different scenery and characters. Finally they found a huge lake, endless, with no end in sight of the calm surface. Then they took a wooden boat and swayed on the lake, with layers of triangular waves swaying from the stern of the boat. The surface of the lake is very blue. They say it is the color of the sky. It is as blue as a corner cut directly from the sky, and even the waves are the same color.

Finally, the ripples from the stern of the boat became smaller and smaller, and they completely melted into the lake and entered another world.

This is Cassia's favorite book "Blue Lake" when she was a child. The group of people who pursued the lake relied on their own efforts and their love for the lake, and were finally accepted by the elves of the lake and entered the world on the lake.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Cassia felt that she was in good spirits now and actually had time to think about the lake.

She was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to scream. By the time David's old chef pushed the food in on a trolley, Cassia had already drank all the cold water on the side.

At noon, Cassia had the strength to go out for a walk instead of lying in bed. There was no one in the huge house. David's two little daughters also followed him to Green City, leaving only an old cook.

The old chef said that Carla drove away in the morning, and the owner David was also busy with his own business these two days, so he had less time to come back. Most of the time, Kara would only come back once in a while during meal time.

"Something big must have happened in the city. When I went to buy ingredients, there were patrolling troops everywhere. It was scary." He said, and then took a puff of cigarette. "You don't mind if I smoke. That night the boss sent you When you brought it back, your face was covered in blood. In less than three days, you can sit here and chat with me."

"It's okay." Cassia shook her head, "It's not a serious injury, and it's almost healed."

"I really envy you young people. If an old man like me falls accidentally, he may have to lie down until he enters the coffin." The old chef said with a smile, "I may not be able to enter the coffin. Imperial law It is stipulated that it must be cremated, otherwise the body will rot and spread diseases, they said."

"There are a lot of bluffing regulations in the empire's laws, so don't worry about it." Cassia smiled at the side. The old chef's spirit was much more peaceful than him.

There was nothing to do all day, and Cassia walked around the house, as if she had lost her direction, and kept going in circles.

Finally, he took out two revolvers and took care of them like Kara. The so-called maintenance is nothing more than wiping dust off them and wiping each bullet with a towel to make it shine brighter.

Cassia was doing these meaningless tasks very seriously. On the clean table, every bullet looked as sharp as a sword. If possible, each of them would represent a life. There were nearly three hundred rounds of ammunition and two pistols made of high-grade metal. After he wiped them three times, the light outside finally became dim.

The hard-to-kill time in the afternoon finally passed by, but the silent night came again.

A person ate a rich dinner in silence, and his digestive system was comparable to a furnace of flames. He quickly obtained a large amount of material and energy from it. On the thin body, the layers of fat that store energy began to swell again, just like the storage ponds used to collect rainwater in the desert.

When she returned to her room and sat down, the bright light made Cassia feel so dazzling to her eyes for the first time. He removed the gauze on his hands and applied medicine to each other's palms. The granulations on it were connected together as if they had been brushed, and new soft skin could already be seen in some places.

The substances in the four tubes of sedatives continued to have a weak effect. The five broken ribs had been rejoined while he was sleeping. The rest was only to consolidate the healing effect. Their ribs are much stronger than imagined. In the first stage, the density and hardness of the bones will reach the level of real steel, which is different from the weight of ordinary people. Most of the reasons come from this. Cassia only broke a few ribs in the explosion. One reason was that the surgery was about to reach the middle of the first stage, and the other was of course the hardness of the bones. Bones like steel are not easy to break.

He stayed in the room with the light on until late at night watching the information Kara brought back from Feston. There is light from the street lamp coming in from the window. The insects have disappeared in the past few days, and the light can no longer attract them. The street lamp seems to have become a little lonely, and there are no bugs flying around it throughout the night.

After reading all the information, Cassia drank a glass of juice and went to bed. He was lying on the bed with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't sleep. His newly recovered body didn't feel much fatigue. Logically speaking, his mind should be very tired, but the moment after the lights were turned off, he felt that his whole body was burning with excitement.

"It's a pity that no one can talk to me." Cassia muttered to herself in the darkness, staring at the street lights outside until she was about to shed tears, then sighed and closed her eyes. But his eyes were still moving under his eyelids, and his energy was surprisingly good at this time.

Thinking that Kara, Leigh and Krichens should have arrived in the mine tunnel by now and started to follow Gustin's mark, Cassia felt a little disappointed.

I am not an indispensable member of them, no matter who it is, this is the case. He seemed to be a dispensable figure, which was a bit of a shock to him. He sometimes felt that he could control the overall situation, but later he realized that he was just an unimportant chess piece. Although his understanding of himself gradually deepened, the growing sense of emptiness consumed him. From an ordinary civilian boy to a person who holds a gun and shoots every day, Cassia has always walked through it in a daze. Whatever the military school arranged, he would do it. Wherever he is weak, he spends time strengthening it. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but he just felt like he was an extra person in the military school. If he had to describe it, he would be at a loss as to what to do and feel awkward.

Yes, it's just awkward, he thought. He still hasn't been able to fully integrate into the life pattern of the military school.

"But there is nothing to be embarrassed about. The military school does not charge tuition fees, and there is a subsidy of 10,000 holy coins every month. How nice. What do I lose here alone? I am not a rich person in the first place. As long as Just do your best and graduate smoothly." Cassia encouraged herself with a different tone.

"Actually, no one was expecting me, everything was just my own delusion." He continued, suddenly feeling much better. "Now I just think about surviving each mission intact."

With this mood, Cassia fell asleep.

The next day she did the same thing, and Cassia started to do some simple recovery exercises in the spirit of recovery.

On the third day, Kara and the others still didn't come back, and Cassia's palms were basically healed. He began to practice shooting and stabbing, and occasionally recalled fighting skills and breathing techniques.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, David came back and brought back a new refill of medication, which was what Carla had asked David to do when she left.

He told Cassia that a commercial airship would arrive at the Gerun Oasis tomorrow afternoon and stay for a few days. He wants to take advantage of the opportunity to sell more jewelry. He will be very busy in the future and will have less time to come back. If you have something to do, just leave it to the old chef, he said, and left in a hurry.

Cassia watched David's leaving shadow disappear, and suddenly felt that it was great to live for the small goals of life like David. Maybe there is something called a goal or an ideal in an unnamed corner of Cassia's heart. Unfortunately, he is still unable to describe the specific appearance of this thing.

A hand patted his shoulder at this moment, and a long voice reached his ears.

"Mr. Cassia, you can't completely relax your vigilance when you are resting. If you are so defenseless, you could have died a dozen times."