Steel steam and flame

On the day they left, Ye Jielin and the others came over to see Cassia and chatted about the upcoming tasks. This time, luckily, Ye Jielin was no longer on a solo mission. When randomly grouped, she was placed in the same team as Selmer. In a short period of time, Selmer became more and more indifferent and silent. The ability to speak in the body seems to have deteriorated rapidly in a short period of time. Determining things and conversing can only be solved by nodding and shaking the head. His mouth is always pursed in a straight line, and his eyes are like stones immersed in water, polished brighter and brighter by the rapids under the water.

"With Selmer here, there will be no problems with this mission. There is no need to worry at all." Ye Jielin said, not forgetting to pat Selmer's broad shoulder and making a thick "pat pat pat" sound. There's something really reassuring about it.

But Atohuan's luck was not as good as Selmer's. He still formed a team with others and had been looking forward to going out on missions with Ye Jielin, but he never had the chance. This time, I was even more jealous of Selmer's luck.

Selmer just shook his head and showed a simple smile without saying anything.

After they left, Cassia spent the next seven days alone. The lost weight was recovered in the remaining time, and the physical injuries were basically healed. After a group of old professors gave him a full body check-up, he walked out of the ward where he had stayed for more than ten days in good health and returned to his dormitory.

Her footsteps made a "tapping" sound on the stairs, and Cassia slowed down and walked step by step towards the dormitory on the seventh floor. The steam that drives the gears often surrounds the stairs. The humid air and fresh environment make some corners of the stairs that are not often stepped on, covered with a light layer of moss. These moss do not look thriving, perhaps because there is not enough sunshine here, and it is summer, and the temperature inside the school is not very high. It seems that all the pressure and fatigue of life are pressing on them, looking desolate, like weeds beaten by the winter frost, clustered there in piles.

When we arrived on the seventh floor, there was no one in the corridor. Everyone should be doing various trainings in the training ground now. There was no time like Cassia to admire a corner of moss on the stairs.

When he opened the door of his dormitory, the air inside had already become very strange. Just like when he came back from the first mission, everything made Cassia feel like he was in a trance. It seems that a long time has passed on the timeline, causing things that were once familiar to me to be forgotten in my memory. Cassia felt conflicted in her heart.

The neatly folded quilt was a little sagged. Cassia had long forgotten whether the things on the desk were placed like this before she left. There was still half a bottle of water left in the kettle, just like there was always half a tube of ink in the pen, which was his habit. There were several pieces of paper stuck on the wall nearby, all of which were notices from the military school during the time Cassia left. Among them, the notifications about the second mission were the most numerous, accounting for most of them.

After rubbing his head, Cassia folded them and placed them on the desk. He didn't want to look at these annoying things yet. Went to the bathroom and took a rare and comfortable hot bath. He used his hand to wipe out a bright patch on the mist-covered mirror, and the misty shadows on it instantly became clear. All the muscles have grown back. Because the surgery has entered the later stage of the first stage, they are still tending to strengthen. The strength and explosive power are different from before, and there has been a considerable increase in numerical values. Now those wounds only have a slight trace left on the body. In another ten days or so, after the body has been updated and replaced dozens of times, these slight traces will probably all disappear.

His face is still the same as when he first came out of the small town, very young, except that his mouth has grown a little beard, and his eyes have become sharper. Not surprisingly, this state will last for a long time. The life span of the surgeon has been extended a lot, and Cassia will need to slowly complete the so-called young age for decades.

After taking a shower, Cassia put on casual clothes, left the dormitory, went down the seven flights of stairs, and walked onto the stone paved path. Many trees were planted along the path, but like the moss, they did not grow very high, and the leaves were not very bright, with a greenish color underneath. I don't know if it's because the season is transitioning from summer to autumn, or if they, like the moss, are affected by the special climate in the military school.

After walking along the long path, Cassia went to cut her hair first. It was a bit too long, and Cassia didn't want to spend time taking care of it now.

After getting his hair cut, he went to the nearby canteen to eat some food to satisfy his taste buds. In the ward, because of the high-energy nutrient solution being delivered every day, the old professors advised him not to eat too much food. Since it was the professors' suggestion, Cassia had to comply.

After eating, he took a rest and planned to go to the library to check the current appearance and specific circumstances of the address Grote mentioned. Passing by the Golden Bank on the way, he took a look and found that there was some more money in his Golden Bank card, so he borrowed a pen and paper from the counter staff and wrote a simple letter along with a few words. The money was sent back to my mother and sister who were still in the small town.

"I should rely on my own abilities to find some ways to make some money during the mission." Cassia walked out of the door, looked at the golden bank logo, and suddenly had such an idea in her mind.

There are benefits to explore in every mission. Cassia has been in the military school for such a long time, and half of his feet have stepped out of the category of ordinary people. Some of his ideas have begun to be affected and changed.

Like everyone else, after undergoing the surgery, there was no turning back. Cassia said to himself, thinking about the situation at home and the small house that could only be used as a bedroom, he felt that he should rely on his own strength to earn the first amount of money to change the situation at home.

Relying on the monthly reward of 10,000 holy coins from the military school, it can only ensure that Cassia's mother and sister Lilia can live a good life in the small town. If you want to leave the small town, it is absolutely impossible not to move to a nearby prosperous area, even to a nearby medium-sized city. I didn’t want my mother to bear the weight of the family alone, and I didn’t want my sister Lilia to spend her childhood like me in a small town with only steam factories, boiler factories, black soot and noise.

Moreover, my sister is now old enough to go to school. It is still unknown whether my mother will use part of the money sent back to her to improve her life, besides giving it to her to go to school. Even though every time she writes a letter back, she tells her mother not to think about herself and that her life in school is very good, but Cassia can still imagine that her mother will save all the remaining money and leave it to him for future use. .