"I'll try!" Peter nodded vigorously, his gaze couldn't help but drift to Nikolai's empty left sleeve, wondering in his heart what level of divine art that "regeneration technique" was, and how many years it would take him to practice to learn.

Vladimir turned his head to look at his brother: "Nikolai, last time I wrote to you that you were injured, are you feeling better now?" ”

Nikolai twisted his shoulders, as if to avoid his brother's non-existent gaze, and replied calmly: "It's all right." ”

Peter's eyes puffed out and he pointed to his left arm in surprise.

Nikolai glared at him fiercely, holding up his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him not to reveal his injuries to Vladimir.

Peter also wanted to argue. Nikolai waved at him, "Peter, go get some water, I'm dying of thirst!" ”

"Oh......" Peter reluctantly moved to fill a pot of water in the kitchen sink and heat the samovar on the fireplace.

Nikolai turned Peter away and asked his brother how his eyes had become like this. Vladimir briefly recounted his ordeal, his tone and demeanor were calm, and he tried to downplay his pain and emphasize the thoughtful care of the Kolas government.

"It turns out that our struggle was not in vain, the empire's rule in the Far East has fallen, a new regime has been established in the interests of our Far Easterners, His Majesty Rudolph is a great king, this Nicholas you have a deeper understanding as a soldier than I do, His Royal Highness Roland cares about the national economy and the people's livelihood, is an impeccable prince, I heard that it was he who personally ordered the award for those of us who resisted the brutal rule of Krautz during the revolution, and awarded me a medal and a generous life annuity, which is enough for me to have no worries about food and clothing, but idle and boring, Looking for something to do to kill time. ”

Nikolai looked at the prints and paint bottles piled up in the bedroom, and sighed at his brother's pretentious nonchalant recounting.

"Vladimir, you are still young, you should face life more positively."

Vladimir tried to tell his brother that he was in a good state of mind, but was interrupted by Nikolai, "Tomorrow afternoon you will go with me to the Sindra Cathedral for treatment." ”

"Getting treatment?"

"I have accumulated a lot of combat exploits in the army over the years, and when I convert the points of success, I can just redeem a 'regeneration technique', tomorrow you go to the church with me, and ask the high-ranking priest to perform the 'regeneration technique' to help you heal your blind eyes."

"But......" Vladimir couldn't bear it, "you have worked very hard in the foreign war all these years, and you have finally accumulated these feats, which can be exchanged for more valuable things." ”

"There is nothing in this world more important than my brother's eyes." Nikolai ordered in the tone of an officer, "This matter is settled, you rest early." ”

Vladimir knew that his brother would never accept anyone's persuasion once he made a decision, so he nodded helplessly, "Okay, you have the final say." ”

Nikolai helped his brother back to the bedroom to rest, turned around and closed the door.

Peter came out of the kitchen with a pot of boiling water, saw Vladimir asleep, lowered his voice and asked Nikolai: "You gave up the opportunity for treatment to Brother Vladimir, what about your own arm!" ”

Nikolai looked at him in surprise, "Is your brain frozen?" Otherwise, how could such a ridiculous question be asked! I was left without an arm, what should I do, how could I compare to the pain that Vladimir endured. ”

"But...... But ......" Peter's eyes glistened with tears.

Nikolai sat down and touched his head, his face softened slightly: "For example, if fate has to take something away from you, do you choose to lose your left arm, or choose to lose your eyes?" ”

Peter rubbed his eyes, his little face was very entangled, and finally said helplessly: "If you have to choose one, of course you can only choose to give up your left arm." ”

"That's it, Vladimir's eyes are like my own eyes, and if there was only one chance to heal them, of course I would choose to heal them." Nikolai said with a smile.

"But...... If you give up healing for a broken arm, will you be able to stay in the army in the future? Peter asked worriedly.

Nikolai's face darkened, and this was indeed a problem.

"Don't cripple the army, I'm afraid I'll have to retire."

"What are your plans after you retire?"

"It was so sudden, I haven't thought about it yet......" Nikolai's eyes were a little confused, before today, he had never considered the possibility of retiring, being forced to leave the army was more painful for him than losing his left arm, however, he had to overcome it all.

"With my ability, it should not be difficult to find a well-paid job after retiring from the army, and I will have more time with you and Vladimir, so if you think about it, it would be a better choice."

Nikolai spoke lightly, but he did not have full confidence in his heart. With his strength as a Rank 6 Ranger, if he is healthy, at least there is no problem in finding an errand at the Capital Police Station, but now that he is crippled, he can no longer wield double knives as skillfully as before, and even riding a horse is very difficult, the police officer is afraid that he will not be able to do it, where else can he go to make a living?

Putting aside the melancholy in his heart, Nikolai patted Peter's head, "Go to bed early, you have to go to the exam tomorrow." ”

"Well, you should rest early, too, Brother Nikolai." Peter walked to the door, stopped again, and turned back to Nikolai and said, "If the goddess Sindra blesses me to become her priest, I promise to learn the 'regeneration technique' as soon as possible and help you heal your broken arm!" ”

Nikolai couldn't help laughing, "It's not easy to learn the 7-ring magic technique, you have to come on, Peter, I'm waiting for you to help me renew my broken arm." ”

Peter returned to his cottage next door, curled up on the cold, damp plank bed, staring out the window at the snowflakes, and for the first time since he was born, he had the idea of achieving something.

This strange pressure made the young man feel anxious and did not fall asleep until late at night.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Peter faintly heard a call in his ears, as if someone was still patting him.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and through the hazy morning light outside the window, he saw a man squatting in front of the bed.

"Good morning, Vladimir...... Why did you get out of bed just after dawn? ”

"Get up too, let's go out and buy something to eat, and bring back breakfast for Nikolai by the way."

"It's too early, isn't it? I'd like to sleep a little longer......" Peter yawned heavily.

"Don't forget that you still have to take the exam, the seminary is quite far from here, hurry up and not late."

"Well, that's right." Peter struggled to get up, hurriedly put on his coat and followed Vladimir out the door.