Twilight War

Chapter19 Phoenix Bird

Divine Phoenix bird, seeing it will bring peace to the world!

01

It was already nine o'clock, but Zichen was still lying on the bed.

The normal schedule of the Hall of Valor is to get up at six o'clock, but today Zichen really doesn't want to get up.So Dai Wen asked for sick leave for him, saying that he had a persistent high fever, was bedridden, and died soon.

The condition is to help Dai Wen support the scene when he grabs the venue at noon.

There are large and small student groups in the Hall of Valor, and they are intersected and chaotic.

Except for the hustle and bustle nobles headed by Delco, the young master of the Brutus family, and the Knights of the Holy Tree led by the Spanish, the group of Valkyries from the Hall of Valor alone split into dozens of groups.

The disputes among those Valkyrie groups were actually more intense than those among the boys. Zichen always wanted to know what criteria they used to divide the groups, but Dai Wen kept refusing to explain it to him.

The reason is that girls' world is scary.

So Zichen has not understood the operation order of the Valkyrie team so far.

Perhaps the girl's world is really complicated.

The world of men is much easier to understand. In addition to groups divided by classes such as the noisy nobles and the Knights of the Holy Tree, the Hall of Valor also has various political groups. After all, the Hall of Valor sends a large number of talents to the military and political departments every year. .

No matter who it is, as long as there is a row in the resume that has studied in the Hall of Valor, the promotion in the state machine of the Arthur Empire will be particularly smooth.

Therefore, the Hall of Valor is actually a microcosm of the political and military circles of the Arthur Empire, and those future officials are here to demonstrate their political means in advance.

Even many of the Valkyries who study here are just to be able to recognize in advance those men who will take on important responsibilities in the future of the empire.

The society that Devon was going to fight for today was called the Servia Knights, and the opponent's society was called the Klimia Guardians.

Sylvia is Weier's younger sister, a professor of classical music in the Hall of Valor, with an elegant and beautiful appearance like a Greek sculpture.

Every year because of her, there are so many boys in the Hall of Valor who choose to study classical music. The classical music classroom is so crowded that even the violin can't stand up.

Every time when Devon was sweating in the classical music classroom, Zichen would listen to the short old man with monocle talking about Thales and Anaximander.

The old man was a Pythagorean through and through, and he used to say that the world is number and harmony.

Zichen still remembers that old man slapping the table violently when he was excited, pointing at the sky to the people who filled the classroom less than two rows, and shouting on the podium that the soul is immortal and reincarnated!

Like crazy and pious believers in the temple.

And Zichen was sitting under the stage, watching the old man singing and laughing at himself on the podium.

Listen to him say that under the evaluation arrangement of time, all things will take turns to be punished for their injustice.

Thinking about what to have for dinner.

Maybe it was because the old man's screams were too intimidating. When Zichen went to the cafeteria at night, he said directly to his aunt: "Please bring me a mashed potato, roast pork chops and immortal soul."

Devon next to him shouted, "It's so emotional!"Then he turned to the aunt and said, "Please give me a copy of Sevia's admiration."

When the old man was yelling, there would be faint sounds of the piano from the classroom next door, and he could imagine Sylvia sitting in front of the piano, playing that song calmly as if she couldn't see the admiring expressions of all the boys. piano.

Long light brown hair hangs from the side of the face.

Like a Greek goddess.

And Zichen was lying on the table, watching the old man pointing at the sky and the earth with the accompaniment of the piano next door.

And Klimia is the most beautiful girl among the Valkyrie this year, arrogant and beautiful.

Arrogant girls are not likable, but girls who are arrogant and beautiful will be liked by more people.Because their arrogance is justified and justified, as it should be.

It is said that the Guardians of Klinmia once wanted to promote Klimia as the school girl of the Hall of Valor, but in the end they lost to the flower of the gods who can be seen everywhere in the Hall of Valor by [-] votes, and came in second.

The reason for the fight between the Knights of Servia and the Guardians of Klimia is to select the Goddess of Gods for this Festival of Gods.

Another month will be the Festival of the Gods of the Arthur Empire, and the entire Hall of Valor will be full of young boys and girls who are thinking about spring. Boys and girls who like each other will dance together in the Hall of Mirrors of Gods.

And the Goddess of God is just the private comments of the boys in the Hall of Valor.

Although it is just a private comment, it will be recorded in the "Top Secret Military Intelligence Research Office" and passed down through the ages.

After all, with a wave of Tang De's hand, the "Top Secret Military Intelligence Research Office" was permanently admitted to the third floor of the Genesis Library.It is of great historical research significance to say that this is a great wealth left to future generations by the people of the Hall of Valor.

And this year's Goddesses are the most vocal ones are Servia and Klinmia.And they didn't care much about it themselves. It is said that Sylvia just smiled slightly after hearing it, dignified like an ancient Greek sculpture.

And Klinmia wished to directly spend money to assassinate all the men who dared to criticize him.

Devon once asked Zichen which one he likes?Sevia is still Klimia.

Zichen said he likes them all.

Devon said that he was an ordinary boy's admiration for a woman, not a liking, so he insisted on asking him which one he likes the most.

Sevia is very good, although she is Will's younger sister, she is really good, with a gentle and virtuous smile.

Klinmia is also very good, although she always doesn't look at Zichen directly, thinking that Zichen's entry into the Knights Templar is a big joke.But Zichen felt that it was okay for girls to be willful, after all, it took a lot of effort to raise a willful girl.

But they were just nice, one carrot and one hole, the hole in Zichen's heart had already been taken up by the big white radish, Wisipel, and there was no room for other radishes.

No matter how good the other radishes were, he couldn't dig another hole. After all, his heart was only so big, and it was enough to dig a hole and bury one radish.

In fact, when the old man shouted that the soul is immortal, Zichen would occasionally think about Vesper besides thinking about what to eat for dinner.In fact, I didn't think about anything, maybe it was just a daze, thinking of those eyes, thinking of Wisipel's fingers flipping the book, and it disappeared.

Sitting sparsely in the classroom with few people, he was thinking about his big white radish, while the short and thin old man on the podium screamed madly that the gods were all caused by anger.

In fact, Dai Wen sometimes asked Zichen what he planned to do in the future. Zichen had been in the Hall of Valor for almost a year, and he didn't join any political groups, and he didn't have any plans.

Devon asked him whether he would go to the government department or the military department in the future. Anyway, he planned to go to the headquarters of Shenyue Machinery. It is said that the steam machinery produced there will determine the fate of the entire empire.

In fact, Zichen himself would think about it sometimes, but he couldn't tell Dai Wen.

Because he actually thought much more than Devon.

Devon only needs to think about the military department or the government department, but he also thinks about Donghuang, Jiangnan, and even Vichypel.

But he has always been a very stupid kind of person. In classical philosophy class, he can think about what to eat for a long time, let alone such a grand issue as Donghuang and Xilu.And also with the Vehippel who was always in his mind.

Too complicated.

He needs to think very seriously, very seriously.

But even he himself didn't know what to do.

So sometimes he chooses not to think about it. There is no need for people to embarrass themselves.

Zichen lay on the bed with a thermometer in his mouth and thought about it for a long time. Devin told him that someone might come to check it later.

So I made preparations with him in advance, and put a hot water pot under his bed, which was stolen from the mechanical laboratory.

Feeling that the temperature of the thermometer in his mouth dropped, Zichen took it out and threw it into the pot, and replaced it with another one.

Why are the inspectors coming so slowly...

Hearing footsteps in the corridor, Zichen quickly closed his eyes, holding the thermometer in his mouth tightly.

The door was slowly pushed open, and he lay on the bed and told himself not to panic!

Covering his forehead with a cold hand, Zichen hummed to pretend to be sick.

"Is it hard?" The voice was as cold as broken jade.

Zichen quickly opened his eyes.

It's actually Vichypel!

"Brother?! Why are you here?" Zichen quickly got up and asked.

"Tang De said that he saw your name on today's sick leave form. I'll come over and take a look." Wisipel still put his hand on his, and then slowly pushed Zichen back to the bed, "Sick You have to lie down properly, why is the temperature so high?"

He took out the thermometer in Zichen's mouth, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it seriously, "42 degrees, the temperature is so high."

Zichen: It's over, the water is too hot.

Wihipel looked at the thermometer and frowned, and tucked Zichen's quilt back, "Why did it burn like this? Didn't you dress properly recently?"

"Your Highness, don't you think the temperature is too high! 42 degrees will kill you!" Zichen thought silently.

"Brother, do you think the temperature is a bit high?" Zichen asked cautiously.

"It's very high, so you should take a good rest, how did you make yourself like this." Wihipel said.

"Brother, do you know what the normal body temperature is?" Zichen asked.

"It's about [-] degrees. I haven't been sick, so I don't know much about it." Wihipel said.

Zichen raised his hand and touched Wischpel's forehead, "Brother, maybe you should measure it too."

"No need, I'm in good health and won't get sick." Vehipel said seriously: "It's you, have you taken your medicine?"

"Enen, take it." Zichen quickly pointed to the two pills on the table that he threw away in advance.

Wisper brought the medicine over and looked at the instructions seriously, "Aren't they three pills at a time?"

"My symptoms are relatively mild... so I only took two pills." Zichen said.

"No, you can't change the dose of the medicine by yourself. In this way, it's only after nine o'clock, and you can take another pill." Wihipel took the water glass and handed it to Zichen along with the medicine.

Zichen looked at the white pill in Wisipel's hand with his mouth squinted, and then looked at Wisipel's caring eyes.

Forget it, it's a fever medicine anyway, it won't kill you.

He took the medicine and swallowed it.

——It's too damn hard!

How could anyone buy such a bitter medicine!Zichen frowned bitterly from the medicine.

Wisipel patted Zichen on the back, then helped him to lie down again.

"Take a good night's sleep," said Vichypel.

"Then, what about you, brother?" Zichen asked weakly.

"I'm here to watch you. When you have a fever, you can't leave your side." Wisipel said.

"No need...brother, really no need." Zichen felt as if he was playing off.

"It's okay, you sleep with you, I'll just watch it here." Wihipel took a mechanical book from Zichen's desk, and sat next to Zichen to read it.

"Is there nothing to deal with today?" Zichen felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"No, the Consul is just my job. Since it's work, there should be time to rest." Wihipel held Zichen's hand.

...is it just a job?Your Highness Vichypel, how exactly do you position yourself!

Shouldn't the consul be the same as the emperor of Donghuang?Why do you make it sound like you're just a salaried working class man!

Zichen could only force a smile, "...Thank you, Your Highness."

Zichen lay on the bed, thinking about how to get out.After all, he agreed to Dai Wen to help him. Although in Dai Wen's mind, his fighting power is smaller than that of a fish, at least several people can make the scene stronger.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any solution, Zichen sighed and looked at Wisper who was sitting next to him.

The bell of the Hall of Valor resounded, and the white sky light passed through the glass of the dormitory that had never been cleaned, and fell on the ground like broken gold.

Wischpel sat beside him and turned the pages of the book with his head bowed.

That was his big white radish, his favorite person.

He is so pretty...

Forget it, Devon, you can fend for yourself.