Steel steam and flame

The silence that followed in the ward was something that Bolei had foreseen long before he came here. When he suddenly received this notice after the meeting, he was stunned for the first time.

Who is Taranto? Even at this age and stage of surgery, his memory has become extremely amazing. He searched for a long time in his mind before he found a vague impression.

Bordeaux did not rush to Cassia's ward immediately. He went back to his office. According to the impression in his mind, he found a copy of the document he signed regarding Cassia's mission and confirmed that own ideas.

"Here is a slightly more detailed document, do you want to take a look?" Borde asked at this time.

"Thank you, coach, no need." Cassia shook his head and refused. He sat back on the bed again, his face becoming a little unnatural.

"How did he die? Coach, just tell me."

"Of course I don't know the specific cause of death, because it took less than an hour for the news to reach my ears. It was those people from the Logistics Department who told me the news. Because of your application for damage to items, our military school A new communication machine was built for him and sent over. But when the delivery personnel transported the things to the location where he left them, there was no one there and the room was empty." Bode put the document aside and said, "Listen The management there said that there was a small fire one night not long ago. The fire burned quickly and was extinguished quickly. Due to the inconvenience of movement, Taranto seemed to have a broken wheelchair. Or for some other reason, he died in the fire, and everything in the house was burned down, leaving nothing behind."

"The specific thing happened roughly like this. Due to various reasons, I don't have the detailed information. There is a slightly more detailed description in the document. You can take a look when you have time. No need, just throw it away. ." Bolei said, glancing at Cassia, "The situation in the empire is generally the same as it is now. Not everyone can be like you, and not everyone wants to get involved in the vortex. , so as not to be dragged into it, they have no choice. This matter has no direct relationship with you, I hope you understand."

"I know. It's been a while since I entered the school. Don't worry about me, coach."

"It's good to know. In the future, there will be more things for you to accept." Bolei sighed, "I'll go back if nothing happens. If you have any requirements, just tell the medical staff here. You're welcome. And whatnot. Don’t worry about the upcoming tasks, just take good care of your body. For you who have entered the late stage of the first stage of the operation, the tasks have become relatively simple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bolei's figure disappeared behind the door of the ward. After watching him leave, Cassia lowered her head and looked at the clean ground, where his own blurred shadow was reflected.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a reappearance of Taranto's back that he had seen after being separated from him at the station, blending into the crowd and standing alone. In the past few days, except for myself, Keshan and Doris, everyone on that mission had died one after another and turned into corpses that could no longer die.

Just like what Bei said, they have no choice but themselves. The force of the vortex pulling them in was so great that they could not resist and could only watch themselves being shattered into pieces.

For a long time, the room was so quiet that only the sound of gears could be heard. Finally, a long breath sounded.

For the rest of the day, Cassia still didn't look at the document that Bordeaux placed there, and Cassia threw it directly into the trash can. Taranto's wheelchair was custom-made for him by the Webley Company, and there will be absolutely no problems with its quality. This is absolutely guaranteed. Cassia understood what the fire was like, and he could guess what the specific incident was.

It just made Cassia feel even heavier. At the same time, this is also a signal. Cassia's perception of danger and her keen sense of smell have already smelled a hint of the smell involved. Just as a ferocious wolf can smell the smell of blood blowing in the wind several kilometers away, Cassia sensed something unusual in the mission very early on.

And this time Taranto's death made Cassia pay more attention to the completed task. Moreover, he was also very curious in his heart whether the things Grote left behind were really so precious that the people in the Holy Emperor's Hall could do it to such an extent.

At that time, was Grote hiding something, and was there something unfinished in what he said? Cassia didn't know, he wasn't sure whether the only thing left by Groat was the second-generation holy sword. If it were just a second-generation Holy Sword, as something made by Avalon's scientists at that time to imitate the original Holy Sword, its value should not have reached this level.

Because as far as the news of Taranto's death is concerned, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a normal fire. But for Cassia and some other people, the meaning is completely different. To a small group of people, it is a bright signal, as bright as a large flare in the dark. The dazzling light can be seen from a long distance away.

At this time, the light that cuts through the darkness completely illuminates a large area of ​​the surrounding scenery, and nothing can escape from it. Regardless of the enemy or his own position, everything is completely exposed within the same time period. The distance between us is not far, and we can see each other's faces clearly through the light that has not been extinguished for a long time.

Thoughts were flying far away. Cassia thought about several important things while resting, but she only had a clue, but could not reach the final result.

With a sigh, Cassia felt that her current state was still not suitable for such long-term thinking. Burying the problem in his heart, he stood by the window for a while and listened to various sounds coming intermittently outside. When the time was almost up, he closed the window and devoted himself to the recovery exercise with a heavy heart.

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When I walked out of the ward, it was already thirteen days since the day I met Bo Zheng.

After getting off the building, you can see the general appearance of part of the military school in front of you. The scenery and the surrounding air seem a bit deserted, and there is still a little smell of medicine brought from the ward. There were not many students walking outside. A few sparse people were in front of Cassia, talking about theoretical knowledge in books or discussing the relationship between the power and caliber of platinum bullets. It was lively, full of talk and laughter, but the atmosphere was not enough to infect the entire campus, which was mainly cold.

They were just struggling in the darkness with a weak candle that did not go out. Cassia suddenly described their enthusiasm in this way.

The number of people in the various training grounds along the way was only about half of normal times. There is no summer vacation and no adequate rest. After a few months, everyone still seems to be mentally well-off, but there is also a layer of fatigue accumulated in the body. These people are all people from one-star or two-star colleges. The students from three-star colleges have already gone out to perform their second mission seven days ago.