You and me under the world tree

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This kind of warmth made him feel a little relaxed, and even a little hope was ignited in his heart.

But when you think about it carefully, there is actually no basis for this hope.

Because there was no miracle before—a positive miracle.

Although as a wise man, Hodder understands that theoretically speaking, he should put aside those messy ideas, and everything should be planned and fully prepared according to the minimum harvest.

In the struggle with the gods, there must be no chances.

He has always understood this kind of thing.

However, even if the bottom of my heart is very clear about this matter, when these messy things really happen around me, I will always look forward to some 'miracles' in my heart.

The feeling of being in control of everything is certainly reassuring, but once you find that you never seem to be able to reach the perfect ending that only exists in dreams, you will involuntarily yearn for the never-reachable, The glow called Miracle.

To put it bluntly, no one expects miracles more than those wise men who have exhausted their tricks.

Because for ordinary people, the reason they want a miracle to happen is because they can't control most things.

They don't have any specific concept of the specific content of 'miracle' and 'hope', they just hope that someone or something can help them overcome the difficulties in front of them.

But a wise man with a quicker mind and clear logic is different.

They often see more things than ordinary people, and because they can grasp most of the situation in their hands, and even make some predictions about some disasters, they have a stronger desire for the so-called 'miracle' .

Because they know that these 'best-case scenarios' that are happening now are also a tragedy, they are often more desperate than anyone else.

It is precisely because of despair that there is a strong desire.

Many people will get lost in this kind of weighing and calculation, and truly become a "utilitarian" in the eyes of others, as if they can sacrifice everything for the benefit of reality.

So what about yourself?

Looking at the sunlight shining in from the window, which even the curtains could not completely cover, Hodder couldn't help but lowered his black hood.

As far as he is concerned, these messy thoughts stop here.

He checked Ivar's current state again with magic, and after confirming that there was no abnormal situation that he had expected, he stopped incense, and then opened the door again.

And as the refreshing fragrance spread and swept all the way, the man who had been sitting on the ground in the living room suddenly moved.

fingers and legs.

This action is subconscious.

And if it wasn't for his movement, from Hodder's point of view, Ragnar would probably think that Ragnar was dead.

Then, the lost man opened his eyes.

He raised his head and stared at the man who slowly walked out of the room.

And from Ragnar's face, what Hodder saw was the kind of loneliness and despair that was close to death.

This kind of look is actually very common, and those recruits who have witnessed the great tragedy of the people around them, or experienced life and death fights on the battlefield, but survived because of luck factors will have this look.

And if there is any problem, it is Ragnar's identity.

He is an excellent fighter and should have excellent psychological quality.

However, no one can accuse him of this loss now.

Because this despair is enough to destroy any strong person.

"he……"

Ragnar's lips moved.

But maybe because he didn't speak all night, or even entered the water, his voice was hoarse, and he even felt so weak.

But under a major blow, he may even forget the most basic action of 'drinking water'.

Picking it up here, Huo De couldn't help but sighed.

"Drink some water first," he said.

Hodder flipped his palm, and a kettle appeared in his hand.

Ragnar didn't refuse either.

His movements were a little slow, but he still took the kettle.

'gumbling'

Without any words, he just drank the water in the kettle.

Then he drank it all and there was nothing left.

"call……"

He took a deep breath.

"How is he?"

Without beating around the bush, he just asked straightforwardly.

"The operation was successful. Now he has fallen asleep and will wake up after a while."

"..."

At this moment, Hodder could clearly see a gleam in Ragnar's eyes that seemed to be dead.

But compared to despair, this brilliance is small.

For the current Ragnar, perhaps his child Ivar is his only hope to muster up the courage to live.

However, Hodder still wanted to make things clear after all.

"However, as I said before, his body may become very fragile, and maybe... maybe he won't be able to walk independently in the future."

"I see……"

I don't know if he listened to Hodder's words, but he just nodded slowly.

And looking at Ragnar like this, Hodder couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

He's not very good at explaining this kind of thing to other people, but he should make it clear anyway.

Even if it's just symbolic.

"As far as this situation is concerned, it is lucky to survive."

"I know……"

"My promise is still valid. If this child is willing to learn from me, I can teach him things other than martial arts."

Finally, amidst this awkward atmosphere, another door opened.

There, the baby's cry was a bit harsh, and it broke the embarrassing calm.

Following the sound, two witches were standing at the door.

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In addition, there are three updates today, and the other two updates will wait a little bit, I will write them now.

Chapter 31: Snake Eyes

Dietrich looked a little tired, while Hela's expression was slightly cold.

But it can be seen that they are trying their best to some extent - as witches.

With the blessing of magic, it is actually not difficult to complete the most caesarean section, but they seem to have expended a lot of energy, presumably spending a considerable part of their time on the pregnant woman and the child itself.

It looks the same now.

Hodder didn't need to probe much to detect the magical aura emanating from the two women and the children.

"Although it took a lot of effort, the child finally survived."

After hearing these words, Ragnar stood up suddenly.

To be precise, this man wanted to stand up immediately.

But I don't know if he sat on the ground for too long, his legs didn't work at all for a while, and he didn't feel anything at all.

And under the impulse, the sluggishness caused by those disobedient legs can only lead to one result.

'thump'

Before others could say anything more, they saw the soldier fall to the ground.

But no one laughed at him, and he himself didn't care about any dignity.

The two witches took a step back in a tacit understanding, while he scrambled and crawled directly into the room.

After seeing Ragnar's embarrassing action, Hela frowned slightly.

It was obvious that she wasn't used to it.

"This is his child."

Looking down at the crying baby in her arms, Hela couldn't help but speak.

She looked as if she had been upset by Ragnar's behavior.

But under Dietrich's gaze, she didn't continue to say those nonsense words.

At this time, instead, she carried the child to the living room, and then casually pulled up an overturned chair and sat down.

"What's going on inside?"

He was not in a hurry to ask what happened to the crying child, Hodder just asked.

But at this moment, Dietrich first sighed, then shook her head.

Her eyes were only on Hela, but the Nether Queen didn't seem to notice anything about it, she just lightly touched and scratched the child's immature cheek with her fingers.

"It's ugly," she whispered.

I don't know what kind of mood Hella is in now.

Then, Dietrich didn't bother the queen who seemed very interested and curious about the child.

She just reached out and pulled Raholde, motioning him to take two steps back.

"Anyway, she and I did our best."

Finally, Dietrich spoke.

"Although it was verbally said that the woman would not be able to survive no matter what, she was also working hard in this regard. On the one hand, we used magic to dispel the disease in the child's body, and on the other hand, we wanted to protect Lagoza."

Having said that, Her Royal Highness Princess Goth paused for a moment.

Then, she shook her head.

"But the result is not satisfactory. After all, pure magic cannot compete with the power that symbolizes the laws of operation of this world."

Divine power is nature.

Divine power is the will of this world.

In comparison, the incomparably miraculous, seemingly omnipotent magic in the eyes of mortals looks just that.

"Also, there is one more thing that I think I should tell you."

"Ok?"

"She admitted her identity to the woman."

"..."

After hearing Dietrich's words, Hodder frowned subconsciously.

His eyes moved to Hela.