As a seasoned warrior, I had the calm mind to sleep peacefully on the battlefield under heavy fire, and I was alert enough to wake up quickly at the slightest disturbance, but this time, I didn't seem to wake up quickly enough - perhaps because the battle was over and gave me a sense of security.

I could make out what seemed to be Sylvia's voice, a clear young female voice, not as thick and majestic as that of a middle-aged female general, and I saw her face, though not clear in the darkness, but young and thin, no longer the broad, bloated face I had just seen. I habitually reached out to touch it, and my wrist was grasped as my fingertips felt silky and delicate.

A hand as strong as an iron pincer caused me a sharp pain to my bones, and this pain made me fully conscious in an instant, and then I judged my situation, and I returned to reality.

The real real world.

I am still a Battlemancer attached to the Imperial Guard, now Chinese New Year's Eve five years old, and Sylvia is still a Major Commander of the Imperial Navy, now twenty-seven. Neither of us were married, nor had we ever owned a fleet, and even the Long Night Star, which had been the legend of my dreams for ten years, was now nothing more than a battered shell that had just been snatched from heretics, and still had the unglorious name of the glory of Mackenna.

When I woke up from a sweet dream, I didn't know whether to feel sorry or happy. I don't have time to think about anything else at the moment, I'm in awkwardness.

According to the habit I had developed in my dreams (oddly enough), I should have given Sylvia a hug or kiss routinely at this point, but it certainly wasn't feasible right now. And Sylvia's habit was that if a stranger made such an abrupt gesture to her, she would probably crush the other's wrist in a fit of rage - fortunately, we were a little closer than strangers after all.

So she grabbed my wrist like that, just as overwhelmed as I was. Obviously, we're not very good at dealing with this situation, and if no one interrupts the situation, the embarrassment will last for a long time.

Fortunately, the room - the cabin to be exact - wasn't just the two of us. I kept my gaze at Sylvia and let out a little bit of spiritual sense, and found that there were dozens of people here, but some of them were sleeping, some were eating—and their sense of smell told me that most of them were eating barbecued mammoth, and the most delicate and fleshy part of the mammoth was the soles of their feet or their noses—their mouths! These parts should be the bravest and most meritorious in the hunt are eligible to eat, is there anyone in the battle who is better than me? Even if there were, there could not be dozens?!。

Fortunately, not all the people here are sleeping or eating, and there are people walking around and noticing the strangeness of our side and coming over. Lying on her back on the cold, hard bed, I could tell from the monk's robe and the curves of her body that it was a nun, with rolls of bandages and some simple medical tools on the tray in her hand, and since the tray was blocking her face, I could only see silver hair, so I guessed that she might be an elderly medical nun.

"He seems to be very weak, so don't bother him yet. Bring his share later, and you won't have to go to the banquet. The nun spoke, but her voice was surprisingly young and familiar.

It wasn't until she put the tray aside that I recognized it as Aishwarya, the young Seraphic of the Battle Nuns, who had fought alongside the Heresy Redemption and the Melvid Picker, who was not as tall as her sisters in power armor at the time, but now she was wearing a thin robe, a head shorter than Sylvia next to her.

The little nun took my arm from Silvia's hand, placed it beside me, and touched my forehead—not directly, but the bandage on my head—and then I felt the thick, huge lump around my head. I'll go, who is wrapping my head like this? There's no need to waste bandages on me, right? I guess my current style, with a gem on the head of the bandage bag on the head, can play the role of the noble earth king of some wild world.

So I immediately proceeded to remove them, and because they were so tightly wound that they could be taken off like a hat, only the innermost part was a little painful when pulled because it was stuck to the wound on my forehead, but it did not bleed at all. The shot I received in the forehead didn't hurt my skull at all, it was just a skin wound, and I had already stopped the bleeding with a healing spray.

But my rough behavior caused the little nun to panic, and even when she saw my scabbed wound, she still said forcefully: "I found some bruises in the back of your head, and you hit the back of your head when you fell, right?" It must have been a concussion, right? ”

As she spoke, she put her hand in front of me and raised two fingers, "What is this?" ”

Sylvia finally couldn't stand it anymore, she moved a little, and immediately pushed the petite nun to the side, reached out and grabbed me by the collar, pulled me up from the hospital bed and dragged me to the ground, and helped me to my feet.

"Can you go now?"

"Fortunately, I'm not injured again, I was just tired." I took two steps away from her support.

"Then hurry up and keep up, your share has already been done, go back now, I don't know if it's cold." She didn't look at me anymore and walked out of the cabin that had been used to house the wounded.

Looks like it was made for me alone? But the best part of a mammoth has been distributed to the wounded, what else can I leave behind?

I chased Sylvia over, and as I walked through the hatch, I stopped and looked back and asked, "Are the wounded here?" ”

"Well, everyone has been treated, and the condition has stabilized. The most seriously injured Iron Priest of the Space Wolf is equipped with mechanical prosthetic limbs, and it is expected to be able to regain his combat strength within a month. Ashwarya replied earnestly and methodically.

"So, why don't you come to the banquet?"

"My sisters have already gone to the banquet, so it's best to leave someone to watch here. And I once made an ascetic vow not to touch mundane pleasures. The little nun said.

The so-called penance vows, I naturally know, because even if I am a true ascetic myself, in order to enhance the resistance to chaos, strict penance is very necessary. But penance is only a requirement to stay away from indulgence, and it is always necessary to let people eat without eating, and the precepts in diet are basically nothing more than the prohibition of spirits and spices, and there should be absolutely no taboo against meat - just kidding, how can you grow into a qualified warrior body without eating meat?

Forget it, it seems that she is just looking for an excuse to stay away from the crowd, and this kind of withdrawn personality probably won't have any friends in her convent......

Turning back to chase Sylvia, looking at her slender and straight back, I thought that my ascetic career might be coming to an end.

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The chapter name was originally intended to come to the night ward, so I think it's better not to play this kind of gimmick.

It's been a whole month, I'm ashamed. So I sent an excellent work that I read in one go a while ago, "I Won't Be Bullied by Girls", a boutique of domestic light novels, and has begun to adapt comics.

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