In the end, they did not accept Mr. Rand's kind arrangement, but according to Lindbergh's instructions in advance, they only did the most basic skeletal muscle strengthening, and also buried a tactical chip in their ears to connect to the brain.

This chip is a special custom model for the Sith of the Heterophyllous Lake Company, which can assist in the calculation of the Force configuration, greatly improving the skill strength and combat efficiency of the Sith Warriors.

The Civilization of the Force Warriors is a civilization with a very high level of technology, but it is also strange for others to arbitrarily think that the Force Warriors mainly rely on meditation and meditation to improve their abilities.

Even if it's a Sith master, you can't go head-to-head with a dreadnought, right?

However, there are very few stocks of this kind of chip, that is, the dimensional fleet of the big industry has inventory. If he didn't come here for implantation, Lindbergh would have to try his luck with tears back to his hometown.

It was so bad that the Jedi, the Sith, and Luke had smashed the entire galaxy into a pot of porridge, and Lindbergh himself couldn't say that he would be safe there.

Another reason is that he also has a schoolgirl in his hometown...... Of course, he didn't mention this to anyone.

Gee.

"Ah, I always feel that I am no longer a pure human from now on!"

After the tactical chip implantation was done, because the cabin was just not enough, Zuotian Tears and Lucie simply squeezed into the same reinforcement cabin for reinforcement. The principle of this strengthening cabin is to soak in a special strengthening liquid to achieve the effect of strengthening the body, so as long as it is soaked, it will not affect the effect.

The two little girls were slender enough to burrow into the chamber for interstellar GIs, and even swim around.

That's how Zuotian tears swim around, touching his ears with his hands from time to time. Tactical chip implantation is a minor operation, and there is theoretically no rejection. The discomfort of tears now comes more from psychological awkwardness.

Yes, it's strange enough for any normal human to suddenly learn that there is a small chip next to their brain, and that there are some familiar signals that will be generated in their minds from time to time.

But she is a lively and cheerful girl, and she quickly figured it out.

"It's a big deal to think of it as a subcutaneous implanted mobile phone, so it's not easy to throw away. Ah, I am really an ordinary human being, and I would have such an inexplicable persistence. I've heard people say that human beings always demand that they be born like humans, live like humans, and die like humans – as if they were great. Ah, actually, think about it, that Dr. Rand today is very good, handsome, polite, and good-spoken! I ended up slapping him in the face because he was a dog, which is also wrong. Even if he has three heads, he's a dog, and my kind of human chauvinism is really not suitable for the culture of the multiverse. Lucieu, are you listening to me? ”

"I have... Listening......" Lucie's mouth grew aggrieved, "but... Speak like this... I'm not used to it. ”

They were both soaked in a pale blue transparent reinforcement solution and dressed in ridiculous hospital gowns. Speaking in a liquid is indeed contrary to the experience of speaking in air.

"Hmm...... When you say that, I just remembered that we were talking in liquid, and sure enough, I felt that the voice was a little strange...... But whatever. Tears hugged Lucieu and pinched the soft flesh on her waist, "Hurry up and answer my sister's question!" ”

"What's the problem?"

"Would elves have such boring thoughts as humans?"

"There will be some boring thoughts......"

"Lucieu." Tears twisted her sister's face, stared into her eyes and said, "You never told me about your previous life, did you take me for a fool?" ”

Maybe it's talking in the nutrient solution, and the sound of tears is weird. Lucie stared into the tearful eyes and saw the seriousness in the eyes of the young girl who had taken care of her as an older sister for more than a year.

"Okay." Lucie tilted her head, "Actually, it's all boring things. ”

After saying this, the elf closed her eyes, and for a long time, just as the tears thought that she was about to escape with silence again, the elf spoke.

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I was born on a very large island, surrounded by the sea, and the island was covered with a large area of dense forests of dragon's crown trees, so this island was called Emerald Forest Island.

When the sea breeze gently blows through the branches of the dragon's crown tree, the branches and leaves will rub against each other, making a soft rustling sound.

Elves have good memories, and they will leave memories for a lifetime before they learn to speak. And my earliest memories are always accompanied by the sound of trees swaying.

At that time, I was in a very big treehouse, and it took almost a day to climb from one end of the house to the other. There were often many adults in the house, smiling at me and talking to my mother about things I didn't understand.

Sometimes they talk for a long, long time, and I feel hungry and sit in the middle of them and cry and don't want them to continue. That's when mom will shout, Elenno, take her down!

A big sister would grab me, take me in her arms and leave. My little princess, she will feed me snow honey and say to me, you are the queen in the future, you can't be so naughty.

Later, I gradually realized that the big wooden house I lived in was the Elven Palace. And I am the only bloodline of the Elf King, the future Elf Queen.

There are some differences between the elven society and humans, we have kings, but there are no strict class distinctions. Any elf in Lindao can come and visit me at any time.

When I was very young, I had already met every elf in Lynn Island. Of course, unlike humans, our population is very small, and the elves of the entire forest island combined, there are no more than eight thousand people.

They would give me their favorite thing, sometimes a feather, sometimes a beautiful seashell picked up by the sea. There are some things that I like, but most of them are just thrown away just by looking at them.

My mother would reproach me, and she would say, these are your people, and you need to be kind to everyone. They genuinely like you, and you have to reciprocate with the same sincerity.

I didn't understand that at the time, and I would still throw away gifts that I didn't like. But there was one gift from one person, and I loved each one very much.

Aunt Wallis is my favorite elder, and every time she comes to visit me, I am so happy. She would smile all over her face and bend down and say, "My little princess, look at today's dress."

She was our chief priest, but was a tailor most of the time, and she sewed beautiful cloaks for everyone in Lynn Island. She said that God's revelation to her was to make everyone have beautiful clothes. Since I was born, she has spent all her spare time making clothes for me.

Every two or three days, I get a new dress, and the style and cut are ingenious, and there are almost no duplicates. I can't wait to change into them, some of them are very complicated, and I have to help Elenore to put them on.

Mom would say to Aunt Wallis with a lot of guilt, "Sister, I'm sorry for you, this should have been my job."

Aunt Wallis would smile and say, Amman, that's Mommy's name. Amman, you're tired enough. And your tailoring skills, forget it, don't make our little princess a little beggar.

Whenever this happens, my mother will laugh awkwardly.

Aunt Wallis would pick me up and say, "Little princess, when you get married, your aunt will definitely sew you the most beautiful wedding dress in the world, at least nine layers of veils."

She's still early, Mom would say.

It's not early, ten rainy seasons at most, Aunt Wallis replied.

The rainy season on Emerald Forest Island is particularly long, with raindrops falling throughout the year, sometimes for nearly two years. Fortunately, the rainy season usually only occurs once in twenty years, otherwise Lin Island would be a rain island.

The first rainy season of my life began when I learned to speak and was just able to stand up and run on my own.

Limdo is very warm, and even when it rains, it has a mild temperature that does not cause people to lose their body temperature. But even elves don't want to work wet. So during the rainy season, the whole island of Lam is relaxed and comfortable.

All of them will hide in their own treehouses, take out the food reserves, and hone their skills. It is rumored that the elves are ingenious and the handmade jewelry and weapons are exceptionally sophisticated, mostly for this reason. During the long rainy season, there is always a hobby to pass the time.

Until everyone is bored and can't stand it, and even passing the time has become a luxury, the Running Rain Festival will begin.

This is a festival unique to Rindo, and if the rainy season is too long, it will even be held two or three times. When the bell of the royal court strikes seven times in a row, the whole island erupts in cheers. Everyone put on their cloaks, walked out of the house, and gathered in the royal court.

At this time, it was the most crowded time in my house, and the royal court was not very big compared to the human palace, and the elves of the whole island were crowded together, and even my small chair had to be moved out for the elders to sit on.

Everyone chatted and showed off to each other the magic ornaments that were carefully crafted during the rainy season. The guards would remove barrels of snow honey from the cellar and pour them into the huge fountain at the door. Serious old people would exchange spoons and glasses, taking turns tasting them one by one. Clever young people will use a thousand ways to steal wine from the pool empty-handed and drink it. Eleanor, for example, has cold air currents on her scimitar. She would freeze a small piece of snow honey and use a cutlass fork to put it in my bowl.

Wait until it's melted before eating, she said, or your stomach will growl.

When the bell of the royal court rings for the second time, my mother will appear on the balcony in full costume. She would make a short speech, but every word would make everyone burst into cheers.

Especially when she announced the start of the rain run, even the proud mages were no longer stingy with spell slots, and powerful spells were sent high into the air, bursting into brilliant fireworks in the raindrops in the sky.

Running for rain is an ancient tradition of the elves of Aya, and it has a little to do with me. Once upon a time, my ancestors had a very, very beautiful elven princess, and countless people proposed to her.

But the princess's willfulness far outweighs her beauty, and she sets her suitors to the test. Most of them were defeated, but there was a powerful and handsome Ranger who successfully completed the first two tests, and he obtained the Golden Apple of Heavenly Mountain and the Flower of Wisdom from the Arcane Peak, which he handed over to the princess.

But the last test stumped him, and he needed to hand over a piece of sun-scorching rock salt in the rainless wilderness to the princess. He defeated the Lord of the Golden Wings and obtained this piece of rock salt. But I didn't expect that there would be a final test.

When he returned to Lynn Island by boat, it happened to be the rainy season, and heavy rain covered the entire island.

When the rainy season is over, the sailors advise him that the rock salt will melt when it rains, and you will get nothing.

No! The ranger shouted, I can't let my lover wait for me for the rainy season.

He drew his scimitar and waved it with both hands, and his superb knife skills were uneven close to the rain. The distance from the shore to the royal court was hundreds of miles, and when the ranger arrived at the princess's side, the rock salt in his hand was still dry, and not a drop of rain fell on it.

The princess took the salt and told the Ranger that luckily he had arrived in time, that the golden apple had not yet dried up, and the flower of wisdom had not yet withered. She turned and walked into the kitchen and made a pot of apple soup with golden apples, flowers of wisdom, scorching sun rock salt, and fountain of life.

After the two of them ate the warm apple soup, they got married, and they have lived happily ever after.

In order to commemorate the two of them, on the day of the Falling Rain Festival, male elves and, of course, daring girls participated. They would first run to the seashore in the heavy rain, collect a piece of salt there, and run back to the royal court with it. Of course, it wasn't the legendary scorching sun rock salt, but an ordinary block of sea salt. No one could really use a scimitar to split the heavy rain and run hundreds of miles, and everyone shouted and shouted over the mountains and mountains along the way, desperately protecting the salt in their pockets.

In the end, the winner is determined by whoever has the most salt left in his pocket and who is the winner of the day. This is mainly compared to speed and flexibility.

The winner's reward is that you can give me a rock because I'm a princess. Of course, they can also choose to give the salt to the person they like. I've been given three pieces of salt, all of which Eleanor won. When I announced in public that I would marry Eleanor, everyone laughed, and Eleanor told me that girls were not allowed to marry each other.

All the salt, including the one in my hand, was eventually thrown into a huge pot filled with apples, basil, rosemary, and fountain of life.

Mom was the first to taste apple bisque, and she would take a bite with a wooden spoon and sometimes say, well, this soup was salty. Hearing this, all the elves cheered.

If you hear your mother say that the soup is weak, everyone will be depressed.

I asked my mother why people were unhappy when the soup was light, because I prefer lighter food. My mother said to me that the soup is light, which proves that everyone has brought back less salt, which means that the overall speed and flexibility of our people have decreased, and we need to strengthen our martial arts training in the days to come.

I don't like martial arts training, the scimitar is too heavy, and the bowstring always cuts the palm. Every time I threw down my weapon in a huff, Selenivelle, my martial arts teacher, stood by my side helplessly.

Little princess, she told me that the scimitar was very important and should not be thrown on the ground. It's dangerous out there, humans are evil, you have to have the ability to protect yourself.

I said, "Selenivelle, you're going to protect me, right, and she got down on one knee and swore that she would be by my side for the rest of her life."

Mom said, Seleni, you have to be strict with her! She would say, "I'm protecting her, she's still young."

I would sometimes skip class and find Sister Eleanor and beg her to take me out to play.

The birth rate of elves is very low, and everyone loves me, except because I am a princess, and the most important reason is that I am the only newborn in Lindao for more than a hundred years.

The youngest elf besides me was Eleanor, and we were a hundred years apart. Before me, all this love was given to her, so she is also a playful child.

She would take me with her to escape the martial arts practice and sneak out of the royal court through the branches. There was a forest of cypress trees outside the training ground, and its low-hanging branches and leaves could easily avoid the sight of the guards.

Well, at that time, the rainy season had just ended, and the vitality of the entire forest island would erupt after the depression of the rainy season, and the cornflowers all over the mountains and fields, and the cloud crossing grass that slanted out next to it, dyed the green of the forest island with colorful lace.

This is the flowering season of Lindao, the season when all things grow. Eleanor and I ran, running across rivers, running over waterfalls, running over low mountains. The herds of musk deer raised their heads vigilantly, and when they saw the two of us, they would slowly burrow into the depths of the dense forest.

Occasionally, we could pass by the elves' orchards, and the Uncle Druid, who had forgotten his name, usually in the form of a honey badger, would scream at the sight of us.

Princess, why did you run out, the grapes are not ripe yet!

We pretended not to hear, turned our heads and slipped away, and finally lay out panting in a clearing in the woods. Even if elves are good at running in the woods, there will always be times when they get tired.

The sunshine in the flowering season is very gentle, gentle enough to make people forget their sorrows. The wind, with white clouds one by one, slid through the mottled shadows on the earth, and it swept over the dense meadows, which rippled one after another.

Wildflowers bobbed their heads out of the swaying grass, and I saw a flower, more beautiful and colorful than the others. Eleanor, I asked, what kind of flower is this.

It's called poppies, it's a bad flower, she told me.

I asked, are flowers good and bad?

Of course, Elfs are good and bad, Eleanor said. She helped me tie up my hair and said to me, Lucieu, you have to be a good queen in the future, like your mother, you can't be a bad queen. You have to promise me.

I said, of course I'd make a good elf queen.

I said, I'm going to have a rain festival every day.

I said, I'll give everyone all the snow honey, and I'll give everyone a small stool.

I said, I, I'm going to put on the wedding dress that Aunt Wallis sewed for me.

I...... I say...... I said, Eleanor, we ...... We, Mom, We, all of them......

All of us...... I say...... We...... Yes... Will ...... forever Together.

I...... I say...... We will only laugh, not cry...... I...... I...... I.........

Tears covered Lucieux's mouth at this time.

"Okay Lucieu, don't say any more."

Lucieu kept recalling it with a blank face until finally, as if she suddenly suffered from aphasia, and her mouth kept open, but she could only stutter a single word.

Saten's tears stared at her black pupils, which seemed to have a purer darkness than Harakai. The 15-year-old girl, usually cheerful and lively, but not unsympathetic, suddenly realized that if there was a more miserable place in the world than hell, it must be in Lucieu's eyes.

"The disadvantage of elves is that they have too good memories, and if we can be as good at forgetting as humans, maybe we won't have so much trouble."

"In addition to forgetting, humans are also good at crying." "Sometimes it's not unforgivable to cry a lot. ”

"I have sworn to cry no more, on the day of forty-four sunsets." Lucieu closed her eyes.

"Do you know why fish don't have tears?" Tears hugged her tightly, "That's because the fish are in the water, of course you can't see tears." ”

After hugging her for a while, Lucie pushed away the tears.

"The reinforcement fluid seems to be a little salty." Lucieux puffed out her mouth.

"Maybe it's the taste of apple soup~" Tears laughed and poked Lucieux's face.