Before you know it, it's December.

Karp is just an ordinary sixteen-year-old, and although he used to be a bit rebellious, most of the children will become more mature and sensible after the horrors of the past year.

Today, the weather was exceptionally fine, and he went to the hospital to bring his own muffins and strawberry pie to his mother and sister who worked there.

This was something that my mother and sister couldn't think of in the past, and this kid is thankful that he doesn't get into trouble, and he also makes snacks.

But in fact, many people have changed a lot, basically everyone knows someone who died in a disaster, and the cheapness of life makes it easier for people to cherish the happiness they have.

In the eyes of the inhabitants of some important rear cities of some of the core powers of the World League, the war is gradually receding.

In the first few months, everyone could feel fear and unease, and even the safest of the so-called rear could hear the sound of gunfire and artillery for a long time, sometimes very densely.

But now, some of the fire stations on the rooftops of every high-rise building in the city have begun to be dismantled, and many closed areas have also been restored to traffic.

Even the original curfew and martial law are a thing of the past, and they will be completely opened at the end of November.

The number of private cars on the highway is also increasing, and although the driving range is not large, it has been opened to the surrounding cities, from being only able to drive in the city.

All kinds of news on the Internet that the earth has won the war has long been flying in the sky, and governments have not come forward to deny this.

While none of them publicly indicated the message of victory, some of the spokesmen were pestered by reporters to ask the question with a proud smile on their faces.

Karp sat on the bus, browsing the Internet on his mobile phone, and paying attention to see if there was anything wrong with the snack box.

There is no shame in Karp for a boy to make dim sum, because his father is a pastry chef, and his grandfather is also a pastry chef, and their family is famous for making pastries.

However, an adolescent boy will not want to inherit the family pastry shop, and like many children of this age, he will have his own ambitions, let alone in this day and age.

Karp is browsing the "Silent Guardians" web forum.

Click on the homepage, and after a few seconds of stuttering, the web page is refreshed, and Karp has long been used to it.

The number of views on this website is quite terrifying, and it is already the strength of the website team to not blow it up.

The bus slowed down and braked, so that Karp couldn't help but lean forward, stabilize his feet, grasp the seat with one hand, and protect the pastry box with his elbow with the hand holding the mobile phone.

The front was just a normal red light parking, and even if Karp didn't turn his head, he could see other parked cars outside the window out of the corner of his eye.

After a quick operation of the finger, I glanced at the homepage of the website and found no new information, and clicked directly into the exclusive page of the "Silent Knights".

In Europe and the United States, many children have a dream of knighthood in their hearts, which gradually disappears as they grow older, but today's era is precious for teenagers with chivalry, because they know that real knights still exist.

In addition to the dawn sign in the background of this page, there is also a flaming torch, and the light of the flame beats throughout the page, making the glimmer of the web page on the phone flicker.

At the top of the heading, under the heading, is the oath of the Silent Knights.

The oath had been spread by the private transmission of a photographer during the San Francisco Evacuation, when the Internet had not yet been restored, but it had been known by word of mouth.

By now, almost everyone knows how to use the Internet.

If it weren't for the bus, Karp might have sworn it again with a sense of substitution.

"What kind of person is the head of the Knights, and what is the standard for Dawn to accept people......

The bus started and stopped and stopped, and finally prompted to reach the hospital.

Karp scanned the time on his phone, almost just before afternoon tea.

I put my phone in my pocket, lifted the snack box on my lap and got out of the car.

Some people are overcrowded in the hospital, and it stands to reason that people are much more resistant now, and the hospital should be much more relaxed.

However, there are few sick people, but many are disabled, and the most of them are soldiers who need to recuperate after being seriously injured on the front line.

At the entrance of the hospital, Karp walked in with a familiar car and went to the department where his mother and sister were.

From time to time, there are some people passing by, some indifferent and some melancholy.

A strong man with his left leg amputated and still wrapped in bandages grabbed two crutches and came out of a corner, followed by a nurse pushing a wheelchair behind him.

Karp couldn't help but slow down.

This strong man has a serious face and a rigid temperament on his body.

"Mr. Major, you can't do such strenuous activities now, your wound hasn't fully healed, if you want to go out to breathe, you can use a wheelchair, I'll push you there!!"

The nurse's voice was full of worry, and it also made Karp understand the identity of the strong man, who was a wounded soldier.

"No need, leave that thing to someone else, I'm not used to it, I can stand up without a leg!"

The Major's gaze swept over Karp, who was staring blankly at him, and then walked slowly forward with two crutches.

"Less, Mr. Major..."

"Huh?"

The man turned his head to look at Karp, and for a moment, the gaze frightened Karp, as if he had been pointed at a gun in the forehead, which belonged to a veteran of a hundred battles.

But the feeling came and went quickly, probably because the major who was fighting with him finally realized where this was.

"I'm sorry kid, are you calling me?"

"No, it's okay... Mr. Major, this is the muffin I made, give you a few pieces to taste, uh... I can't give it all to you because I have to give it to my mother and sister. ”

Biscuits?

The Major was stunned for a moment, then tightened his crutches with his right hand, and with difficulty reached out to take the three half-palm-sized muffins handed by Karp.

"Thanks..."

"Thank you!

Karp abruptly thanked the Major before he could thank him, and then ran away briskly with the box.

"This kid..."

The major looked at the muffin in his hand, and suddenly smiled, feeling much better.

Karp felt that he had just been bold and had done the right thing, even though it seemed that it was only a girl who gave cookies to another man.

'There are a lot of heroes!'

With this thought, Karp deliberately went around in the direction of hospitalization, walking through one ward after another, and in many rooms, you can see similar military caps, medals, and bullet casings......

There is no doubt that many military personnel live in the rooms here.

They are also human beings, and here, many of them are a little depressed, and for ordinary soldiers, the battle with monsters, once injured, is either dead or disabled.

Even so, the soldiers here are actually luckier than their fallen comrades, but it is a bit reluctant to make people laugh.

"Karp?"

A startled Karp was startled by a surprised and familiar voice, who had just stared at a corner in a hospital room.

"Sister, I'll bring you and your mother afternoon tea snacks......"

"I know, but why are you here, shouldn't you go to your mother's office?"

"I'm going!"

Karp looked at the corner in the room again, and instinctively thought it might be the trophy of some valiant soldier.

Then I left here and went straight to my mother's office, and asked my sister, who is a nurse, to come over when she was done.

Mom is a hospital leader in the Department of Internal Medicine and has her own office, so she was naturally very happy to see Karp arrive.

Their family has always had the habit of afternoon tea, but naturally it can't be done when they are busy, but recently it has been relatively relaxed, and the work has been arranged, so Karp's proposal to send refreshments was accepted by his mother.

About seven or eight minutes later, my sister also arrived, and the three of them sat at the desk, and the next 20 minutes or so was the rest time for the family.

"Hmmm! today's strawberry pie is delicious!"

"I think muffins are better!"

The mother and daughter expressed their opinions, first eating a little salty muffin, then eating sweet pie, drinking black tea and chatting in the process, very British afternoon tea enjoyment.

During his time, Karp would always ask about the hospital soldiers.

Eating the strawberry pie made by her son and drinking black tea, the mother suddenly thought of something, opened the drawer of her desk, and took out something with both hands.

"Karp, I think you'll be interested!"

This is a small wooden box, about the size of two mobile phones put together.

"What is this?"

Karp wondered.

"Open it up and see for yourself, it's a Christmas gift from your mother in advance!"

Gifts? oh... It's December, and it's Christmas...

But what else can impress you now? I'm not a kid anymore!

Karp wanted to grab the wooden box, but found that the first blow actually made the wooden box move a few inches, obviously the box was quite heavy, no wonder his mother had to take it out with both hands.

Flip open the lock, open the wooden box, there is a sponge pad inside, on which are a few pencil thicknesses....metal?

Pick one up, it's cold to the touch, it's very heavy, and it's a faint silver color, definitely heavier than the small gold bars you have collected at home.

"Mom... What is this?"

"Hehehe...... All I can say is that it has something to do with the content of the site you like very much, see if you can guess it!"

"Magic Steel !!"

Karp almost jumped, and the words in his head came out of his mouth!

How is this possible!!

He felt a little numb on his scalp, this magical substance ordinary people have only heard rumors through the Internet, and almost no one has ever seen the real thing, but his mother actually has it?

PS: Wednesday Chapter 1.