Chapter 426

Chapter 426 Reunion’s Healing

In a certain street of the Imperial Capital.

Two squads of knights clad in black armor stood guard beside a cafe. The surrounding civilians had long been dispersed, and inside the cafe, there were no other guests or shopkeepers.

In the vast second floor, the empty tables made the place seem rather spacious and quiet. Only two people sat at opposite sides of a table, sizing each other up.

Lolan Hill looked at this robust man before her, contrasting him with the somewhat clumsy youth she remembered. She sighed at the changes brought by time; these years had seen the youth grow and mature rapidly.

He was even taller than the young lady, so if they were to stand and talk, she would have to slightly tilt her head upward to see his face.

“Unexpectedly, I met my teacher here today,” Pulman placed his hands on the table, calming his heart filled with suppressed excitement, exhaling softly before speaking.

Although he had thousands of words and countless questions he wanted to ask, he held them back for now.

“It’s been a long time, Pulman.”

“I didn’t expect that ordinary youth back then could reach this point today. It wasn’t easy, it’s truly remarkable, Pulman,” the young lady praised sincerely.

Recalling the arduous years and the comrades who had sacrificed themselves in battle, Pulman felt a surge of emotions.

Yes, it was indeed not easy. He responded inwardly, then looked at this still youthful teacher.

“How do you feel about the current state of Clancia? Has it reached your standards?”

Even though he was now the ruler of a nation, facing this teacher, Pulman felt as anxious as a student awaiting exam results. When she taught him, she was very strict.

“There’s still a long way to go before reaching my standards,” the young lady said with a smile.

“However, I’m very satisfied with how far you’ve come. Keep pushing forward, Pulman.”

As expected, this is what a teacher would say. After receiving Lolan Hill’s affirmation, Pulman’s former anxieties gradually subsided.

There is no absolutely perfect system or nation in this world, but there will be a process of becoming better. What he could do now was to continue advancing this process towards his ideals.

After a brief catch-up, Lolan Hill began to inquire about Pulman’s experiences over the years.

“After I left the forest, due to lack of money and wanting to hone myself, I worked as a mercenary for some time, traveling to many places.”

“This also led me to meet many people, slowly forming a group of companions.”

“The events in Nide County alerted us to an opportunity, so we started persuading the locals.”

“You must have heard about the subsequent uprising.”

Though Pulman described it simply, Lolan Hill knew that the process was far from smooth. In the starlight, she saw fragments of the past, filled with setbacks and failures. Even now, meeting him, she could see scars on his face and wrist.

“You’ve endured much hardship.”

The young lady picked up her teacup, sipped the cooled tea, and glanced at the empty sleeve.

“Can’t that arm be restored?”

“Restoration is possible, but I don’t really want it.”

“Why not?”

“Extraordinary beings differ from ordinary humans. If the restoration is mediocre, using it feels strange and awkward, like it belongs to someone else.”

“The highest-ranking angel sequence priest in the capital is only at sequence 7 and cannot fully restore it,” he added when he saw Lolan Hill’s doubts.

“Isn’t there a sequence 8?” Lolan Hill tilted her head slightly. Although sequence 8 angels are rare, given the capital of a major nation, it should not be difficult to find one.

“Well, the previous Archdeacon of Westwind was killed by us,” Pulman said with some embarrassment.

“Haha, so the Holy Land hasn’t sent another sequence 8 bishop?” Lolan Hill chuckled and said, “Extend your wrist.”

Pulman extended his solid arm, and the young lady asked him to reveal his wrist, pressing two fingers onto it.

Pure white magic flowed through his wrist into his body, akin to the most advanced medical equipment, sensing hidden injuries and the missing part of his other arm.

Now, Lolan Hill had reached angel sequence 5, the Voice of Azure Song (rare coral tier), further enhancing her healing abilities. Regenerating limbs was no longer a challenge for her, and with her extraordinary perception, perfect nerve repair was just a matter of time.

After examining him, the young lady withdrew her fingers and placed her hands together in a triangular shape.

She closed her eyes slightly, beginning to chant a spell. Her voice was melodious like a song, and poetic like a verse. As the incantation continued, ripples appeared in the air, and her hair gently floated. White light particles gradually emerged and gathered between her hands, forming a glowing sphere.

These particles followed complex trajectories, gradually forming a precise magical model.

In the realm of extraordinary sequences, the higher the rank, the more intricate and delicate the spells needed incantations to assist, far surpassing low-level spells, but their effects and functions were also far superior.

[Gift of Resurrection] This is a sixth-tier angel sequence spell. While it can regenerate limbs, achieving perfect nerve repair generally requires sequence 8.

However, under Lolan Hill’s terrifying talent, even at sequence 5, she could perfectly cast such a spell.

The glowing sphere floated to Pulman’s arm, sending a tingling sensation. He clenched his other fist, enduring the pain and itchiness. Then, warmth spread from his left arm.

It felt like drawing bones back into his body. Pulman watched as his left hand slowly recovered. Finally, the light faded, and the sensation of a perfectly restored, identical left hand reappeared in his consciousness.

He stretched out his arm in astonishment, then clenched his fist, veins bulging, feeling a renewed strength.

After several such movements, he lowered his arm and turned to the slightly sweating young lady, expressing his gratitude.

“Thank you, Teacher!”

This gratitude came from the heart. Previously, he might have felt awkward, given his maturity and her youthful appearance, but now it felt natural.

“No need to thank me. Consider this a gift for passing the exam.”

“Congratulations, Pulman. You have now graduated.”

“But this is not the end. Starting a nation is just the beginning. The road ahead is long, and you will face many challenges.”

Summer breeze stirred the curtains, lightly blowing. The silver-haired girl sat in the glow, answering various questions that had accumulated over the years.

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