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Even at this age, the frizzy hair is quite cute in the eyes of adults.

"Come back, where's that little guy? Didn't he come out with you today?"

Natasha moved her eyes and looked around, but found that Xier was nowhere to be found. She felt a little sorry for that, as she really liked children before they made her angry.

Xuela looked in one direction and said, "She's probably having a fight with her best friend right now."

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The two children stared at each other. Seele held her barren chest and said to Bronya unhappily, "What are you doing? We are not familiar with each other. Don't come over and move aside."

"Seele..." Bronya clenched her hands in front of her chest a little nervously. She knew Seele's character and why she was so distant from her now.

But she also has her reasons for doing so. After becoming the daughter of the Great Guardian, Bronya also has many restrictions. The teacher told her that she is now responsible for her own actions. Her words and deeds will affect the relationship between the upper and lower city areas, so before she can face the malice from others, she still needs a lot of training.

Although Cocolia's mother scoffed at this and told Bronya not to be so hard on herself, Cocolia, who had experienced this kind of education, certainly understood the impact it would have on the child and tried to correct her daughter's thinking.

But Bronya's situation and growing environment are different from hers after all, and the contrast from an orphan in the lower city to the daughter of the Great Guardian is too great, so the effect is minimal.

Bronya remembered what Sister Sheila said: Don't let down anyone who is sincere to you.

She likes her mother Cocolia very much. Cocolia treats her as her real daughter. Bronya is sincere to her and wants to be worthy of the identity of Cocolia's daughter.

That's why I never had the chance to meet Sister Sheila and Xier.

But Xier didn't care about that. She bared her teeth and threatened, "Why are you using such an intimate tone? We're not that familiar. I can't afford to be the friend of the Great Guardian's daughter."

"Xi'er, I have never forgotten you and Sister Sheila. I really, really miss you, but I also can't forget my mother's kindness. I still have a lot to learn... But every time, I also sent you a letter."

"Oh, then you are so busy that you can only send letters and don't even have time to come down."

Seele would not believe what Bronya said. She didn't know about all that mess. She only knew that her sister was so nice to Bronya and she was willing to make friends with her, but she betrayed them. How could this not make Seele angry?

"It's not what you think. Please listen to me."

"No, I don't want to talk to you, humph!"

Looking at the two people in a stalemate wandering behind the main group, Ling Ke showed a dead fish eye. What are these two people doing? They look so nagging.

Fortunately, her friendship with Pera was not like this, otherwise it would have been bad.

Ling Ke soon stopped caring about the two people who seemed to be in conflict over there, and instead focused her attention on the painting in front of her.

The aurora, like a dancer in the sky, undoubtedly left a deep shock on this young mind.

Lingke is very fond of things like adventure.

When Prince told her stories about the snowfields and showed her what he had collected from the snowfields, she would listen fascinatedly until he finished.

She respected and loved the greatest and most outstanding adventurer in Beloberg, who was like a big brother next door. She wanted to go out and explore like Prince, but her age was a disadvantage, and her worrying brother and sister would definitely not allow it.

If she grows up a little more, she will definitely ask her brother Prince to take her to explore the snowfield.

The gorgeous scene that the young child had never seen before planted a small seed in her heart.

She wished she could leave the walls of Beloberg and actually see that dreamlike scene.

Pera on the side was a little overwhelmed because there were so many children and each of them had so many problems that she could not take care of them all.

"Sister Pera, Sister Pera, why are these trees so tall, so green, and so numerous?"

"Sister Pella, what's in that jar?"

"Sister Pella, what is this..."

Question after question prompted Pera to calm the children's enthusiasm. She called out to them, "Slow down, slow down, everyone, come one by one, okay? Sister Pera will tell you the answers you want."

"Okay, Pella."

Phew, it’s finally quieted down a bit.

Pera breathed a sigh of relief. It was really tiring to direct children like this.

However, Pera was still very happy to see that the children liked the results of the teacher's hard work so much.

Pera regrouped, and with a friendly and kind smile, she introduced the exhibits to the children one by one, completing her task as a tour guide.

Such ordinary days with some ups and downs continue.

Book 110: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : Jeppard's Military Life

On the other side of Beloberg, the night lights were still burning in the military camp.

Jeppard was sitting at the table, scratching his head at a blank paper, with the cap of his pen resting on his chin.

"What should I write? Oh, I have no idea."

He planned to write a letter to Beloberg's sister and younger sister, but he was a little confused now because he had rarely written letters home in the army. He didn't know what to write back home. Fortunately, the front line was relatively peaceful now and there were not many attacks from the Rift Creatures, otherwise he would have to worry about what to write to prevent his family from worrying.

After thinking about it, Jeppard decided to just write about the daily life in the military camp.

However, daily life in the military camp is quite boring. It is usually daily training or clearing out wandering rift creatures to prevent these monsters from entering Beloberg or attacking people who accidentally come out. My sister and Lingke probably are not interested in these.

The only interesting things in the barracks were the men who loved to gossip, so Jeppard wrote down the funny things that happened in the barracks.

For example, Jeppard recalled the bad tempers of his logistics colleagues who were responsible for maintaining weapons and mechas.

This is because the battles with the creatures from the Rift resulted in a great loss of weapons, but the logistics staff could not be careless with the weapons, so each logistical task was very heavy. Although the logistics staff were relatively safe, Jeppard always felt that they wanted to pick up their weapons and chop the monsters with their own hands to relieve their stress.

Jeppard also mentioned in the letter that there are factions in the military camp. Of course, it is not an ordinary factional dispute, but a dispute about which fighting method is more enjoyable and efficient. Currently, the firepower faction and the mecha faction have the largest number of people.

The firepower faction believes that firepower is the truth. The most beautiful sound on the battlefield is the roar of artillery fire, and the most beautiful scene is the sight of monsters reduced to ashes under the bombardment of artillery fire. The mecha faction believes that mechas are the most lovable companions on the battlefield. There is a great sense of security around them, and no man can refuse such a masterpiece of steel craftsmanship. Jeppard even heard that a colleague wanted to use the money originally intended for marrying his wife to get a mecha of his own.

It was difficult for Jeppard to evaluate the idea of spending the rest of his life with the mecha.

The two factions argued in the military camp to determine who was superior. Their most common competition was to see which faction had more kills, and the number of enemies defeated was the most powerful evidence.

In addition to these two factions, there is actually a melee faction, but its number is relatively small, and they sit in the seats between the two parties and watch the show.

Although this behavior seemed a bit... overly energetic to Jeppard, the fight between the two factions was a rare source of fun in the military camp where there was a lack of entertainment. The current situation on the front line was much more advantageous than before, and they had even begun to recapture some areas that had been captured before. So everyone was not as dull as before, and began to have the mood and time to get busy.

There are people from the upper class and people from the lower class in the military camp. Sometimes there will be some minor frictions because of this, but the barriers between everyone will disappear as they get along better.

After all, no one is treated specially on the front line. Everyone is the same, all trying to defend Beloberg. And under the policy of the current Grand Guardian Cocolia, the relationship between the upper and lower urban areas is getting closer and closer, so this difference between the upper and lower areas will soon become a topic of mutual banter.

They would occasionally organize activities together, and Jeppard was once dragged into a military boxing match they organized.

Jeppard looked at a crude iron belt made of scrap iron left over from maintenance on a box. This was a belt that could only be won by the champion of that competition. Obviously, Jeppard was the champion that time.

Although Jeppard's boxing skills were not as good as those from the lower city, he defeated all the enemies with his strength and some fighting skills and got the iron belt.

Jeppard couldn't help but smile, and then he complained about the simplicity of the iron belt in the letter. However, in his heart, he actually wanted to take the iron belt back now and show it to his sisters. However, soldiers cannot leave at will, so Jeppard could only draw a rough outline on the letter.

However, how should I put it about the painting? The belt, which was not very good-looking to begin with, became even more...abstract under Jeppard's pen?

Looking at the picture on the letter, Jeppard blushed and scratched his head.

At the end of the letter, after telling them that everything was fine here and that they didn't need to worry too much, Jeppard solemnly put the letter away, preparing to have the logistics department send it back at daybreak.

Jeppard looked at the time and found that it was his turn to stand guard, so he took the shield made by Shiluwa and walked out of the tent, ready to replace his comrades.

Looking at the endless snowfield outside, Jeppard sighed in his heart. The cold wave period is approaching, and many fissure creatures will soon appear. They must remain vigilant at all times so that they can protect Beloberg and their families.

However, having said that, I am still a little worried about Brother Prince. It is still a bit dangerous to go deep into the snowfield to collect first-hand information.

But when I thought about the fact that big brother Prince had never had any trouble over the years, I felt relieved. Each of them has his or her own position, and they just need to do their best.

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Get ready to start making trouble!

Volume 111: Beloberg's Sprouts: Chapter : The Star Core is Secretly Causing Trouble

After the exhibition, sisters Sheila and Xier returned to the downtown area.

Usually, Xier also helps Xuela with the front desk work. Although Xier's talent for studying is not very good, her working ability is still quite outstanding.

When patients see Xier’s cute appearance, their mood will be much better.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. Xier sat at the front desk, issuing registration forms to each patient.

"Number 15, get your ticket and line up over there."

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the door of the clinic.

"Sheila, Sheila, come out and take a look!"

Two people carried a stretcher and brought in a young man. Xier knew him. Logically, he should be in good health, but he looked particularly weak now, and even his cough sounded heavy and dull.

Hearing the noise here, Sheila finally came out.

After checking, Xier saw Xuela frowning. This was a rare situation. In her impression, Sister Xuela always looked at ease.

The person who brought him here was also a little panicked: "What's wrong, Sheila, is this serious?"

"Why didn't you send it here earlier?"

"We thought he just had a common cold and gave him some medicine, but when we saw his condition getting worse and worse, and he couldn't even get out of bed, we realized something was wrong."

Sheila rubbed her temples and muttered, "This isn't a viral cold, it's viral pneumonia."

The situation was urgent, and Sheila immediately gave orders.

"Everyone! Stay in this hall now! You can't leave until it's disinfected! Wear a mask if you have one!"

Then she said to the person who brought the patient over, "He's in acute respiratory distress. His blood oxygen level is dangerous. He needs oxygen therapy as soon as possible, otherwise his life may be in danger. Fortunately, the oxygen equipment in the clinic is still available."

"You are likely infected as well. You need to stay for observation and explain the situation in detail later."

The two people carrying the stretcher looked at each other. From Sheila's tone, they felt that the matter was quite serious. Out of trust in Sheila, they nodded in agreement.

Sheila turned her head and looked at her very seriously, which made Xier stand up straight subconsciously.

"Xier, go and call Oleg over for me, the sooner the better, please. Also, remember to wear a mask."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!"

Being given the task so solemnly by her sister, Xier did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately left the clinic to look for Oleg.

After Xier left, Xuela immediately brought the patient in with a stern look in her eyes.

There is no time to lose; many things are about to begin.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Xier? How come you have time to come and see me?"

Looking at the girl running towards him, Oleg smiled happily, half squatted down, and looked at the panting Xier gently.

"Why are you running so fast? Is there something important?"

"Hoo! Hoo! Oh, Uncle Oleg—"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Let's calm down first and then talk slowly. By the way, why are you wearing a mask while running?"

Looking at the anxiety in Xier's eyes above the mask, Oleg was a little puzzled.

Xier finally recovered after taking a few deep breaths and said quickly, "Hoo, hoo, Uncle Oleg, I have something very important for you to come over. It's really, really important! Let me come to you right away!"

"what?"

Oleg's eyes instantly became serious. It was Xuela who asked Xier to come over, and she was so anxious. He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Okay, I understand. Let's go over there quickly."

"hurry up!"

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Wearing a mask, Oleg walked in and said to Sheila, "Sheila, what happened? Why did you send Xier to see me so anxiously?"

"Simply put, we need to report to the Grand Guardian immediately and have the Silvermane Iron Guard come down. Then you will be responsible for organizing the personnel, preparing to manage the entire Lower City, and taking stock of everyone's current conditions..."

Sheila spoke briefly about each matter, but each one was undoubtedly weighty. Oleg grew increasingly frightened as he continued to speak. "No, sister, can you please tell me what happened first? Is it that serious?"

Facing Oleg's question, Sheila nodded heavily. After examining the patient, she realized how urgent the situation was. It could be said that the entire Beloberg would have to deal with this matter next.

"Yes, you can understand it as a highly contagious virus spreading. If it's not controlled, it's very likely that more than half of the entire Beloberg population will be paralyzed."

"You have to be prepared and organize your manpower. Many places will be isolated and shut down until this epidemic is over."

"Quarantine? Shutdown? Epidemic? Sheila, this kind of thing is not something you can joke about."

"Uncle Oleg, do you think I'm the type to make such a joke?"

Sheila asked back, and Oleg was silent.