Valenti nodded, "I heard."
"I think Sean may not be suitable for front-line combat." Calvin said. Because he had been thinking about his words, his words seemed a little intermittent. "Whether it is his character or ability, he still has some--"
"Of course the base will consider these," Valenti smiled. "Judging from the current situation, it may not be time for Sean to go on a mission. But you don't have to worry, we will not let any reserve member Facing danger rashly without being prepared, and besides, not every mercury needle should rush to the front line, division of labor and cooperation are always important."
After hearing this, Calvin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn't help but reach out and lightly beat his chest a few times. He seemed to be a little relieved, but also felt unspeakable worries and depression.
…
In the evening, both Hestad and Liz returned to the student apartment.
After returning to her room, she fell directly on the bed and fell asleep. She didn't wake up until about eight o'clock in the evening. The canteen at the base was probably closed at this time. She decided to make something to eat in the kitchen outside, but this idea was only in her mind. Yes, she thought for a long time, but still lay motionless on the bed.
It was completely dark outside, but there was still a little light shining into the house, maybe a street lamp, maybe something else. Sometimes she heard the rustling chatter outside, but she couldn't tell whether they came from the bottom of the building or from the bottom of the building. A window at the bottom of the apartment.
Hesta had a vague sense of dreaming again. She remembered the song she heard Liz sing today. She couldn't remember the so-called Mercury Needle War Song clearly, but she had an impression of the song sung by Askia, who couldn't understand the lyrics. Quite deep.
Liz introduced her to several members of the base today. Hesta felt that this was probably because in the past few days after entering the base, except for her roommates in 403 and a few teachers here, she had almost no contact with other new people.
Liz creates opportunities like this both as a way to get her out of the apartment on Sundays and as a way to expand her social life a little bit.
Come to think of it, Liz must be a sister at home, otherwise her care for him would not be so natural and appropriate.
Hesta sighed softly. Whether it was in Short Ring Alley or St. Anne's Monastery, it seemed that her relationship with the world around her was not deep enough, but in these places, there was always an anchor-like figure holding on tightly. Her, so that she would not become a floating figure always wandering on the edge.
It's Liz here, it's Bo Heng when she's at the convent, it's Mom when she's in Short Alley... it's Mom.
Hesta sometimes doesn't quite understand why there are always people who have so much desire and strength, and always have a longing for the future, like an eternally burning torch.
Thinking of the past days, Hesta suddenly felt a little lonely. She got out of bed barefoot and walked to the small side table in front of the window.
She sat down on the cast-iron chair, the plush carpet beneath her feet.
She swayed her feet gently, letting the carpet caress her feet.
Hesta put the side of her face on the table, clasped the fingertips of both hands on the edge of the table, and just lay down.
The moonlight shines on the glass bell jar on the side table. She looked at the paper roses standing inside and felt her heart become calm again.
But this alone is not enough, there should be someone standing in the distance at this time.
It seemed that there should be a hand gently stroking her hair.
Hesta's eyes slowly turned to the silver key under the rose - it was given to her by Chiba a few days ago, and she put it inside the glass bell jar together with the paper rose.
She stared at the key, and after a moment she gently lifted the bell jar and took it out.
She got up and turned on the light in the room, found a rope, strung the keys together and hung them around her neck. However, after looking in the mirror for a while, Hesta felt that this seemed a bit silly and too conspicuous, so she cut the rope again, wrapped it around her wrist a few times, and wrapped it around her wrist.
If you put down your long sleeves like this, you won't be able to see anything.
After struggling like this for more than ten minutes, her unwillingness to move had completely subsided. She felt even hungrier, so she got up and walked outside.
When she opened the door and went out, she saw Liz lying on the sofa under the living room window, holding a book in her hand.
The two said hello wordlessly. Hesta walked to a storage corner next to the kitchen, took a bottle of pure water from there, and drank several gulps.
She didn't notice that her standing position just blocked Liz's light, but Liz didn't say anything, just put the book next to her, "Were you sleeping in the room just now?"
"Yeah." Hesta nodded, "I'm a little hungry. Come out and get something to eat."
Liz just lay there and watched Hesta do what she called making something to eat, which was boiling two eggs in plain water. It could be seen that Hesta was still a little unfamiliar with the induction cooker. It wasn't until she saw the black stove surface burning red and she was convinced that the thing was really hot that she picked up the snow-flat pot next to it and filled it with water.
The sight made Liz laugh a little.
Maybe Hesta herself didn't realize that when she wasn't smiling, her expression would look a bit fierce - this was probably the reason why most people didn't take the initiative to say hello to her. Every time she goes to the grammar classroom, she feels like she's getting cold air when she sits down, and her wary face clearly says "keep away from strangers".
Hesta still looked a bit fierce at this moment, but because of her clumsy movements, she looked a little funny.
Liz didn't go over to help, but when Hesta was looking around for something, she said softly, "The lid is in the cabinet below."
Upon hearing this, Hesta knelt down and quickly found the pot lid.
After settling all this initially, Hesta wiped her wet hands casually on her body.
She turned her head, and Liz had resumed her reading posture.
"Is Turan not back yet?" Hesta asked casually. She had hardly seen her other two roommates these days. She knew that Rico should still be receiving treatment in the underground hospital, but she had never seen Tulan. Lan is indeed a little strange.
"Well, I feel like she has become a little obsessed with the extra training she has given herself recently," Liz turned over slightly, "but the support center said it is best not to interfere. It is also good to give her an outlet."
Hesta walked to the big table in the living room, pulled up a chair and sat down, "I searched Catla City yesterday."
Liz put down the book again and looked at Hesta, "Huh?"
Hesta continued: "It seems to be a livable place in the fourth district. When the incident occurred, because the mercury needle intervened in time, it did not cause too many casualties... right?"
"Um."
"Is there... any hidden secret that makes her so obsessed with fighting?"
"Hmm...how should I put it?"
Liz thought for a while and then continued: "Generally speaking, most of the chelates that appear in habitable areas come from wasteland areas. They bypass the isolation zone through some means or loopholes and break through the basic basic conditions on the periphery of habitable areas." Fortifications were built before entering the city. So for the victims, these chelates are monsters falling from the sky - we call them 'secondary chelates'.
"And like what you encountered in the monastery before, the situation where people around you become infected and eventually become ill is called 'primary chelation'."
Liz reached out and scratched her head, then looked back at the book in her hand.
"In comparison, the victims of secondary chelation will have a deeper and purer hatred for the chelation society, and their desire to fight will be stronger." Liz paused, "It is also... human. It’s normal.”
