“It feels good to be home.”
The kestrel slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window beside the bed. The summer sun was like liquid gold, evenly spread between the ancient trees and stone bricks. The crisp bird calls echoed continuously, and everything seemed very peaceful.
Half a month had passed since the Night of Bitterness. After returning to Jiudunling, Red Falcon had been living here, a branch of the Black Mountain Hospital, for the past few days.
In fact, it can't be considered a branch hospital. After the Black Mountain Hospital incident, as the original site needed to be repaired, with the consent of Dean Abigail, Black Mountain Hospital was temporarily split up, waiting for the reconstruction of the original site.
This is a branch located in the suburbs. Judging from the division of functions, it is quite normal. It is a sanatorium that specializes in accommodating injured knights. The half-dead Red Falcon received complete treatment here.
Hong Jian still remembers what the doctors said to him. They said Hong Jian was very lucky. He did not have any serious or fatal injuries. He just lost a lot of blood and was mentally and physically exhausted. After treatment and recuperation, Hong Jian is almost recovered except for the broken bones that have not yet healed.
His body was still a little weak, but he could still move freely. Hong Shun supported himself with his arm and slowly sat up. His other arm was in a cast, and the doctor said it would take at least half a month to remove it.
Picking up the mirror on the cabinet, Hong Xun looked at his face, with a look of heartache in his eyes.
"Wow, there's still a scar."
Hong Xun looked at the scar on his cheek, which was left in the battle in the Theater Square. Normally, scars on the face would make a person look more ferocious, but on Hong Xun's face, there was an inexplicable funny look, and he couldn't understand why.
"Scars are the testimony of a man, and only cowards fear them."
The voice came from the side. There was another bed not far from Hongkan. Hebode turned over and spoke to Hongkan while lying on the pillow.
"So I think you Vikings are all crazy."
Hong Shun still finds it difficult to accept this conflict in values.
After returning to Inglvig, Hebod's injuries were not serious, and could even be considered minor, but he was still admitted to the Black Mountain Hospital for erosion testing.
Thinking of this, Hong Xun's relaxed expression became serious. Although his memory had begun to blur due to his injury at that time, he still vaguely remembered that scene.
In that burning hell, angels descended.
Countless pure white steel wings spread out one after another, cutting up all living creatures they encountered. Flesh and blood fell apart in front of them, dyed red by hot blood.
What on earth were they? Kestrel couldn't figure it out. They just appeared out of nowhere, like a nightmare that had broken through dimensions.
Thinking of this, Hong Xun turned his gaze towards Haibode. Everyone saw that scene, and they were all afraid of this strange existence.
Of course, the one who is more worthy of fear and suspicion is him, Lorenzo Holmes. Although no one said it and he did not admit it, everyone knows it and can vaguely guess in their hearts that those strange creatures appeared because of Lorenzo.