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When Xuanye said that he would live there for the time being, Othello volunteered to bring Xuanye home, as the home of the Terran Marshal, it was not much different from other houses in the corner of the sacred mountain, and they were all simple and practical.

Today, the human race has only just stabilized under various external oppressions, and various classes have just begun to take shape.

If there is a difference, it is that there are two soldiers stationed in this small courtyard, and there is an old mother who does housework after entering.

But listening to Othello's nagging explanation, this old mother is the mother of one of his father's fallen subordinates, and she no longer has her own farming ability, so she can live a stable life here.

"Young marshal, you're back, I heard that we won a big victory this time, so I specially prepared some extra meals. ”

After stretching out her somewhat rough hand and wiping it twice on her apron, the old mother seemed to want to come over and take up Othello's burden.

"Aunt Xiang, is my sister okay during this time?"

Othello didn't make the old woman too tired, but said inquiringly, and Xuanye next to him had already known from this serious talk that he still had the only blind sister left.

With my own ability, I should help take a look.

But because I haven't seen it, Xuanye doesn't have a big package, and the innate problem is the scope of the creator, and it's impossible to say.

"Miss Osina has been talking to you all this time, saying that it has cooled down, the beast tide is coming, I have been worried about you, I have eaten a lot less on weekdays, and I am very happy after hearing the news of your triumph, I originally wanted to wait for you to come back, but my body is too weak and my emotions are ups and downs and I am sleeping now. ”

Aunt Xiang sighed with a pity on her face and said, The sky is blind, why did such a good young lady torture her with such a disease, the death of the five brothers in front of her brought continuous blows, and now the big marshal and the young marshal are worried every time they go out.

Hearing Aunt Xiang's words, Othello also had a guilty look on his face, in order to defend his homeland, he gave too little consideration to his sister's feelings.

"Don't mind if I look at your sister. ”

Originally, with Xuanye's ability, he could scan the past casually, but he was not as reckless and straightforward as before when he was a girl, so he still asked Othello.

Let Aunt Xiang show a vigilant look, who is this little white face, and what to pay attention to.

But Othello was overjoyed when he heard this, in his eyes, the teacher was omnipotent, and it was obvious that the teacher wanted to help his sister take a look

"Genya-sensei, please. ”

"It's okay, I'll take a look first. ”

After finishing speaking, Xuanye closed his eyes, and his strong spiritual power was directly enveloped into the living room with a distorted sense of interference with the present world.

As soon as he entered the room, Xuanye's spirit felt a strong smell of medicine, and then he 'saw' the weak woman sleeping on the bed with a serene and reassuring smile.

Unlike Othello and his father's figures, Osina seems to have inherited all the flexibility of their family, completely showing the feeling that women are made of water.

Under the temperament of the fresh and refined hollow valley orchid, but there is a fox and enchanting face, although the figure is weak, but the convex place is convex and the place is warped, just a glance seems to be able to hit the weakest place in the bottom of the heart, people can't help but care.

But for Genya, who has some kind of strange 'patient', except for being stunned when he first saw it, he didn't react much, this is Othello's sister, and he must have walked around with such a lethal appearance as someone else.

Immediately, the heavy spiritual power swept through Osina's whole body, and after the sweep, Xuanye, who opened his eyes outside, couldn't help frowning, tsk~, Originally, he was just acting steadily and didn't have a big package, but he didn't expect it to be so tricky.

The other party lost the development of the eye nerves completely because of the embryonic congenital period, even if it was useless to gouge out other people's eyes and replace them, she had to reshape her entire visual nervous system.

No, it shouldn't be remodeling, it's about building from scratch.

And it's not just her eyes, she has a big problem with her congenital physique, and the fire of life is weak, I'm afraid, she can only have another ten years at most, and this kind of congenital problem can't be solved even by herself.

The latter is even more difficult than the eyes.

"Teacher. ”

Othello's usual serious face also looked a little nervous at this time, and Ai Ai didn't say anything more.

"I can try, maybe only I have the ability, but it's not very likely. ”

Xuanye finally nodded slowly, if he was someone else, even a saint powerhouse might not be able to make up for the congenital defects at this level in front of him, it seemed that it was as simple as recovering his eyes.

But the shaping of a living system from nothing is already the authority of the gods!

Ordinary blindness, even if the eyeballs are crushed, they can be easily treated, but the structure out of thin air is really too challenging, it has gone beyond the scope of magic, maybe the power of science and technology can be completed to the extreme, but I was a scumbag in my previous life.

Hearing that Xuanye promised to try, Othello was also extremely excited, in his eyes, the teacher is omnipotent, since he tried, it is likely that the pain that plagued his sister can be solved!

"She's too tired, let her rest first, well, set the room first, I'll go to the top of the holy mountain." ”

Now that Osina was too tired to fall asleep, Xuanye didn't wake up the people for treatment, but prepared to go to another place where he had to go.

"The ...... of the Sacred Mountain"

Othello muttered a word, but he didn't know what the teacher wanted to do there, except for the custom of ancestor worship and some things that were said to be ancestral objects, there was nothing special.

"Well, you take this feather, and if the trolls come in enough people, blow it. ”

A feather popped out and fell into the hands of Othello, who was a little puzzled, and Xuanye stepped towards the top of the holy mountain, and the next moment appeared on a ceremonial platform......

......

The Golden Spear Clan, the weaker of the many constituent clans of the Zupanr Empire, is concentrated in the easternmost part of the empire and directly governs a weak vassal race called the Terrans.

The clans and tribes are full of wild platforms and huts made of thick wooden poles, simple but full of savagery.

Touch~

A strong troll more than three meters tall crushed a skull in his hand, and a look of anger appeared in his eyes.

"Even one of our dogs is not something that those waste humans can do!"

After the shaman in the clan confirmed that the clansman who was specifically responsible for governing the liaison human race died in the hinterland of the human race, Bai Spear, as the patriarch of the Golden Spear clan, had a hideous face.

He doesn't bother to care about ordinary dead clansmen or anything, even if he is a captain who is not big or small, it is not worth his attention.

However, there is nothing wrong with dying of illness and old age, being killed hunting or even being killed in battle, but it is just that he died within the scope of a weak vassal race, or he may have passed under the banner of a clan or even an empire.

Such a slap in the face is unforgivable

Even if it has nothing to do with that weak race, you have to give an explanation!

Hmph, it just so happens that the slaves in the clan have lost too many deaths, and they need to be replenished, although the young and strong of that small race have little strength and can't do anything, but their brains are not bad and they can do some delicate work that trolls are not good at.

It's not good to reach out too much to a vassal race, but since you have fallen into your own hands, that's your own problem.

"Come on, come with me to the Terran tribe. ”

To deal with such a weak race, the benefits that can be obtained are directly proportional to the scene, and if you are out of the horse yourself, you will naturally be able to pay the greatest price to calm your anger.

He didn't mind killing more humans on the spot to bring them to their knees.

In fact, it is the best fate for a weak race like them to be taken as slaves, but now the great chieftain of the empire has listened to the slanderous suggestions and wants to do something to deter the reputation of the ruling clans, and they have cheapened them in vain.

Now, it's up to me to correct this as much as I can......

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The two watches are over~, and the antibiotics for three days are really useless, and they have to continue to hang. After hanging up the drip in the morning, he was called by the foreman to move bricks in the afternoon