"Fifteen"

Fell gestured to Jairziño Guzmán: "Is this a little old?" ”

"As long as you don't exceed seventeen years old." The medical officer replied.

He was keeping his head down, his hands tapping over the datapad as the instruments in the room moved with his movements. These extremely complex machines seem to have little to do with medical care, and the cold light is even terrifying to a certain extent.

Guzmán took three minutes to complete a routine examination of them, then looked up and said what had been left unsaid.

"You seem worried, Company Commander Fair."

"Of course I'm worried." Fell clasped his hands together, the emblem on the cuffs gleaming.

He looked calm, but the tense muscles told the doctor his true emotions.

"I raised this matter with the instructor, and if something went wrong, I had to take responsibility. Do you understand, Jaelziño? ”

"I don't have much experience with medical malpractice." Guzmán replied briskly. "So I don't quite understand what it means to take responsibility, Company Commander Fair."

Are you showing off in a subtle way?"

"No, you misunderstood me."

"Bastard, I definitely didn't misunderstand you." Fell cursed in a low voice, and the expression on the Chief Think Tank's face could almost be described as annoyance.

After that day, they spent another month and a half searching for the right person on Nostramo. With the help of surveillance footage, population screening, and gossip, they managed to find the child they had named themselves Yago Sevitaleon.

Coincidentally, when the Nightblades arrived at the Third Mine, he was lying on the ground twitching, surrounded by very obvious psionic phenomena. So, Yago Sevitalyon was immediately brought back.

Everything went well, but, for Phil Zaloster, there was one thing that he could barely bear.

- He has spent too much time with Jairziño Guzmán. It was so long that he finally saw the latter's bad character.

And, before that, Fair even thought that Jairziño Guzmán was a rare good medical officer among them.

You know, both before and after the name change, the Legion's medic officers and pharmacists are a bunch of bastards who laugh at patients when they treat them.

Only Jairziño Guzmán is different, and because of this, he was jointly elected by the company commanders to become the chief medical officer. But now it seems that this guy. I'm afraid it's just a little deeper.

"Say whatever you want." Guzmán put down the datapad and began to wait in the room.

He leaned leisurely against the wall, his legs stretched forward, one foot on the other and dangling, looking very lazy.

"After all, I'm just a small medical officer, how dare I have any resentment against the evaluation of the great Fair Zaloster Company Commander."

“.”

The great Company Commander Fer Zaloster closed his mouth gloomily and began to wonder if he should use psionic spells to teach Guzmán a lesson that would stick with him.

But he didn't think about it for long, at least, before he could reach his conclusion, there was the most obvious sound of footsteps in the hallway outside. It's so rhythmic and so light that for the Nightblades, they only need to listen for a second to know who's coming.

Jairziño Guzmán immediately returned to his serious stance, picked up the data board, and began to wait very professionally for the door to be opened.

Fell looked at him with disdain, shook his head in disdain, straightened the collar and cuffs of his clothes, and walked over to open the door.

Their instructor, Karil Lohals, was standing there, along with a boy hiding behind him.

"Let's go inside." Carlil said. "The place of inspection is here, Yago Sevitalyon."

The boy walked out with a bite to do—he thought he had succeeded in concealing it, but Fell saw at a glance his pretentious generosity.

The Chief Think Tank let out a snort from his throat: "Boy, don't be so flustered, we don't eat people. ”

"I can't say." The medical officer said softly behind him. "Some of our cousins used to enjoy the ability of certain organs of theirs."

"Do you have to tear down my platform at this time?" Fell turned back and asked with a fierce expression.

"I'm just telling the truth, Company Commander Fair." The medic shrugged, stepped forward, and led the boy, Yago Sevitalyon, to an iron chair.

It didn't seem to have anything to do with comfort, and the long needles and scalpels that floated above its head made it look even more terrifying.

The boy's face twitched more visibly, and he looked at Fell, then at the doctor, and finally turned his gaze back to Carrier.

The latter nodded at him: "Is there any problem, Yago Sevitalyon?" ”

"You'd better call me Sevita," the boy muttered. "That's what my friends and people who know me call me, and I've given myself a long name — am I going to sit on this thing?"

"Yes, Sevita."

"No, no, I'll ask again." Sevita pointed solemnly at the chair, and the gleaming needles and blades. "I'm going to sit on this. Chair? ”

"Yes." The Medic said softly. "You've got a test to do, kid."

“.”

Sevita wordlessly looked at Karil, who was smiling at him, then looked up at the medic and sighed in resignation, "You're not going to cut me open and add something else to it, are you?" I've heard quite a few stories like this before."

Fell grinned.

He had to admit that he liked the kid a lot - so he decided to add some spices.

"Perhaps." Fair said. "Maybe we're going to take you apart and add something to you, but we probably won't. It's up to you, boy, so sit on it. That chair won't bite you. ”

"Why don't you sit yourself?" Sevita asked rhetorically, her face even paler.

After half a minute of silence, he sat down in the chair with agility under the gaze of the three giants. He leaned against the cold backrest, his hands clasped tightly to his chest, and he breathed rapidly.

"How do you know I haven't sat on it?" Fell asked, raising an eyebrow.

He reached out and gently took the boy's two hands, placing them on the armrests at either end of the chair. So, the shackled bracelet immediately flipped out and locked him on.

Sevita's cheek jerked.

When he spoke again, he even had a little trilling in his voice: "First of all, if you really want to cut me open because of those ghosts, I hope you can give me some anesthetics while you do this." ”

"You still know about anesthetics?" Jaelziño asked, his head down and tapping back and forth on the data pad as the robotic arm behind the chair began to work, the needles began to vibrate, and colorful liquids began to appear in the otherwise empty needles.

Sevita grinned - he was scared to death, but he laughed anyway: "I grew up in a shantytown, I haven't seen anything?" ”

"I'm so proud, boy." Fell smiled at him and tapped a finger on Sevita's chest. "There's so much you haven't seen. So, get ready. ”

What to prepare? Sevita wanted to ask the question, but his tongue was suddenly paralyzed, as were his teeth, then his eyes, his face, and his whole body—he suddenly felt no more of them, only silence and darkness enveloping him.

He tilted his head, leaned back in his chair, lost consciousness, and fell into a stupor. Jaelziño lowered his head, raising the room temperature a bit, while manipulating the chair to tilt it back a little more.

Phil took a few steps back and made way for their instructor.

With a blue glow in his eyes, Carlil approached the iron chair, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"Check it out, Jaelziño." He closed his eyes and whispered. "It's more efficient to do both inspections at the same time."

"Understood, instructor."

——

Cold.

It's so cold, why is it so cold?

Yago Sevitaleon thought with chattering teeth.

He crossed his arms and craned his neck as he walked forward—everything around him was foggy and had a disgusting texture. He didn't know where it was, but a voice in his heart was whispering to him, telling him to walk forward.

Sevita trusts the voice.

He had heard it countless times in his life.

He heard it when his father was sick with lung disease. The voice made him leave with his mother, who was only three years old at the time and didn't understand what it meant.

Later, his father and mother died of lung disease on rotten wooden planks along the streets of the shantytown, which were eaten by rats. At that time, Sevita also heard the voice.

It says it's time to leave, and you should give yourself a new name. Your father and mother are dead, but they are still in debt, and they still owe a lot of working hours in the factory. If you don't leave, you will have to die in the factory like them.

Sevita listened to it for the first time in her life, but definitely not the last.

He ran away and gave himself a new name. He hangs out with a group of orphans who steal for a living, live aimlessly, join gangs after a certain age, or simply die inexplicably before then.

Sevita could have joined the gang a long time ago, but the voice in his heart told him not to go.

The voice asked him, "You've seen them all monsters, and you're going to be a monster too?"

Sevita did not answer, but did not join the gang either. And then the name that was widely praised came to Quintus's nest.

The vengeful spirit, as it is called, is said by some to be a ghost who has returned from hell and will kill everyone one day. Now it's only those gangs that are killed because they killed it.

Others say it's a hero, it's a person, it's a monster, it's a mutant mutant

The workers of the shantytown have fabricated countless identities and countless pasts for it, and no one knows the truth. However, in such an environment, the existence of vengeful spirits and the continuous killing of them every night have become an incentive for them.

As for Yago Savitarion, he had seen the vengeful spirit with his own eyes, and though it was only a glimpse from afar, he was sure that it was him.

At that time, the voice in his heart told him that the time had come.

Sevita didn't know what that meant, but after just half a year, everything changed.

"Whew"

He recalled the events and exhaled a breath of cold air.

His body couldn't hold the temperature anymore, and out of natural optimism, Sevita felt that he still had a few minutes to live. But he still took enough strength from the memories, and he was going to rely on these temperatures that could be fleeting for a while - he didn't know what those people had done to him, but

It's still Nostramo after all.

The young boy grinned: Who cares about the death of an orphan? On Nostramo, countless individuals are dying every day. One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not less. But if it's really going to die

Will you avenge me? He asked silently.

The fog was deep, rolling in from all directions, carrying small whispers. Sevita fell to her knees wearily, watching the fog sweep in, listening to the voices, and shook her head helplessly.

"It's all about time," he simply opened his arms. "Can't you just let me go and let me be quiet for a while?"

There was no answer, only the increasingly pronounced whispers and wails. Sevita lowered her head, gasping for breath to regain her strength. He was so cold that he had almost lost most of his body, and at this moment, he almost felt like he had only one tongue left to move—I don't know how long it took for him to speak again.

"Okay." He looked up. "Then come on, I'm going to die anyway, and if I'm dead, there's no need to be afraid of you anymore, come on, you dead bones. I've always wondered if there are any of you I know."

As he spoke, his voice grew quieter, and by the end he was almost the only one who could hear what he was saying. He fell to his knees and was completely unconscious.

Then, a hand pulled him up from the ground.

"Boom ——!"

Lightning struck, thunder roared. The fog was blown away by the strong winds, and the raindrops then fell without stopping. The sky was gloomy, surrounded by empty ruins, and there was silence.

There were countless shadows standing silently in the darkness. Among them were children who had lost their skin, miners who coughed up blood on their bones, women who had been brutally hanged, and workers who had lost their bodies and only their heads.

They are the dead.

It's a ghost, it's a ghost, it's a dead person who has no sense of self. It was the nightmare that had haunted Yago Sevitalyon. Now, however, they were silently staring at a pale-skinned giant and the boy he was holding in his arms.

"It's funny." The head perched on the ruins whispered again. "Are you going to give the so-called false light of your mouth to another child?"

"Stop sarcastically mocking me." Carlil glanced back at him. "Be quiet for the dead."

The head grinned and laughed, "Then you shouldn't be here!" ”

"I'll be away soon."

"Then leave and take him with you." The skull said, its empty eye sockets slowly lit up with a cold blue light, as did all the dead around it. Millions of rays of light illuminate the darkness completely. The revenants began to smile.

"Don't come back, Karil Lohals." The head whispered. "Also, thank you for avenging us."

Carlil didn't answer, but walked away with Yago Sevitarión in his arms. The rainy night blurred his back, making him look tall and short, as if he were just a shadow.

This chapter is 4k, and there is one more chapter.

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