"Is his injury really serious?" General Kurak asked, looking at the man in front of him.

Although they had been famous for a long time, this was the first time they had seen this man named Fabre, but he was in his early thirties, which was too young in the eyes of General Kulak. Coupled with this unkempt dress, it is no wonder that he doubts the strong contrast. And Adevica letting this man who claimed to be Fabre heal Constance Dante was actually a temptation.

"Now it's not about whether his injury is serious or not, it's about whether he's willing to be treated by me." Fabre said casually stroking his messy hair.

Although he had already told all the secret wounds in Constance Dante's body, to his surprise, Constance Dante refused very strongly,

"Thank you, although it is your kindness, but it is my own choice." The young man said. His stubbornness seemed extremely strange in their eyes, and there was a chance to recover physically, but Constance Dante resolutely refused to accept it.

"But speaking of which, aren't you also reluctant to let him accept my treatment?" Dr. Fabre smirked mockingly, he understood this kind of thing. The Western knights could have avoided the tragedy of paralysis if they had received timely treatment. But their homeland is recklessly squeezing their remaining value, and finally leads them to a point of no return.

And Fabre also said that if Constance Dante received his treatment, he would never be able to touch the mech again, not even if it was not nerve-connected. The manipulation of the mecha requires a very high physical fitness of the knight, and even if Constance Dante no longer accepts the mental pollution caused by the nerve connection, the burden on the body of the mecha itself is beyond the burden of this injured young man. It's just that this is unacceptable to the Poles, and the reason why they left Consition Dante is that Consitine Dante can control the ancient mecha, and Consitine Dante also knows which point in his heart.

Listening to the mockery in Fabre's words, General Kurak was not untouched, but Consdante's assistance was now very important to them, and they had to put all their hopes on him.

General Kurak paused, adjusted his mood and asked, "Can Considine still drive a mecha now?" ”

"Hmph, it seems that you still have to continue this stupid behavior of killing chickens and eggs!" Fabre sneered, what is the difference between this practice and burning forests and plowing the land and fishing.

"Up to four times!" Dr. Fabre said solemnly, "If it is exceeded, his life will not be guaranteed, and then it will not be a trivial matter like paralysis, and the person's whole body organs may fail." As a doctor, Fabre was obliged to tell the patient's condition, but Cons Dante himself was unwilling to accept his treatment, which was something that Dr. Fabre could not understand.

"Do you know what the final outcome of the first surviving test drive riders in the West was? The last thing I want to remember in my life is that event, they all ended up as motionless living dead, unable to move without thinking but waiting to be wiped out like a dead log. That little finger, Dante Constance, sucks now. If it continues, the white matter of the brain will be necrotic, the neural network will be paralyzed, and the body functions will deteriorate rapidly, and various organs will be in a state of rapid aging. "By that time," said Dr. Fabre, "she will be medically vegetative, or even worse, just a piece of soulless rotten flesh, and if you have a real conscience, you'd better warn him not to take any chances." Although Dr. Fabre had little hope, he was a serious man, and if he wanted to go into seclusion, no one could stop him, and he could not hesitate to bring his reputation to his hometown from thousands of miles away to this far north, and now he was in the same mood to cure Constance Dante's ill.

If this continues, sooner or later, Constance Dante will be completely devoured by the mecha! Dr. Fabre will always remember what he witnessed during his travels in the Franks. In order to master the nerve connection, countless young beings died tragically, just for the sake of those talented knights who are unique in ten thousand.

But even if they do, many end up with lifelong disabilities. At that time, his identity was not the doctor who treated the wounded, but the person who recorded the physical condition of these test drive riders, and those familiar and vivid faces withered and withered in front of Dr. Fabre one by one. When they arrived, they were even more excited when they looked at the mech, and then they became frightened and then mad, knowing that their souls had been consumed by steel shells, and only their skins were left.

・・・・・・

There was no second person in the empty room except for Constance Dante, and the sharp pain caused by the strain on his hand had eased considerably, especially after Queen Ardwigga sent someone to give him medicine.

It's just that Constance Dante sat silently on the bed, as if pondering something, and in his hand was a walkie-talkie, which was undoubtedly a scarce and magical thing in Ross, after all, the Rastines in the West were only very little equipped with such a thing in military terms. And Constance Dante has this thing in his hand at this time!

And it was given to Cons Dante by the Teutonic knight named Vincent at that time.

Will that person really reach out to themselves? Constance Dante looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, this kind of miniaturized communication equipment is very rare and precious, and the man would have it. At that time, Constance Dante only subconsciously put it by his side, and as a result, he experienced a fierce battle with the ancient mecha, and this thing was actually intact, even he thought it was incredible.

What to do? The troubles in Conseidante's mind became more and more difficult to calm.

Constance Dante is not still in love with mechas, but the reality he faces now is that without mechas, Cons Dante is nothing. He had to refuse Fabre's request to treat him, even though he knew that his body was deteriorating, but Constance Dante, who had lost his memory, had nothing, which meant that he could rely on himself alone.

At this moment, the radio in his hand made a rustling noise.

Inside, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly sounded, causing Cons Dante to be startled and the walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the bed.

"Gui'an, Kang Shi Dantejun. I guess you remember me! (To be continued.) )