"One bundle is...how much?" Merka was starting to hesitate. Eight hundred thousand could buy hundreds of BMWs, or it could cover the cost of an entire orphanage, including surgical fees. Curseborn's life was often measured in terms of money. Merka during the orphanage days never dared to think of that level of wealth. Once the amount of money became large enough to be linked to Curseborn's life, Merka couldn't help but feel anxious. Although he wasn't completely unable to afford it now - if he insisted on taking out a loan.
"Whoosh." The old man mentioned this and his white beard trembled slightly. He smiled like a kind old man, pointing his finger to the sky and making a gesture of fireworks exploding. He opened his mouth comically and cupped his hands as he threw them into the sky. With the sound effects of fireworks in his mouth, the old man was happy like a child. "Boom."
Suddenly, he spread his arms, and the old man drew all the air in front of him into his arms, as if the brilliant sparks were blooming in front of him at this very moment. "So-called one bundle refers to...a meteor shower."
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Turing was dumbfounded by what was said. She felt like she suddenly remembered something, but she forgot it in a moment of carelessness. A gentle warmth passed over Turing's face, and she discovered that this was the first time she shed tears with warmth. "I came this time...for one more thing. I came to bring you something." Maria carried a large wooden box and slowly walked over to the unconscious Dunkerque, gently placing it down. Opening the box, she shook it gently, and two sharp swords fell from it and pierced into the ground with only the force of gravity. One sword exuded a dazzling black glow, while the other shimmered with brilliant white light. Turing recognized them - they were Theresa's black and white swords. During her ignorant childhood, Theresa proudly talked about them to Turing countless times with a nostalgic expression. "These are the fierce claws of the Dragonkin Theresa." "When we investigated the case, we seized the black and white swords as relevant evidence." "Now, I'm handing them over to you. I believe you will use them better." "But you have to wait until the training is over before you qualify to possess them, understood?" Maria walked over to Dunkerque again, reached into her pocket, and took out two colorful vials, placing them next to Dunkerque. "Remember to give her the medicine when she wakes up." Hearing Maria's words, Turing obediently nodded. "Well then, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself. If you need anything, feel free to ask me." Seeing Turing's understanding expression, Maria smiled satisfactorily, turned around, spread her demon wings, and floated away.
Distracted, Turing watched as Maria, carried by the wind, drifted away. He stood frozen for a while and then silently walked towards the spot where the black and white swords were located.
"Are these Theresa's relics?" he wondered.
His hands crossed and reached out, grabbing the hilt of the black and white sword with the black and white keys. Turing pulled out the two swords, inverting black soil, and swung them in the air with a bit of force.
Explosive piano notes echoed in his ears, and the harmonious yet eerie sound waves were stirred up by the vibrations of the swords. The demonic sound resonating from the swords was so intense that it made it difficult to keep one's eyes open.
"So heavy..." Turing remarked. "And very sturdy."
Turing noticed that as soon as he picked up the black and white swords, the fragile feeling of other ordinary sword blades breaking with a single swing disappeared.
Examining the sword blades carefully, Turing searched for the source of the sound and discovered that there were two specially unknown materials layered against each other embedded deep in the hilt.
With a slight touch, it became clear that they were designed to produce a stronger sound with a heavier sword swing and larger amplitude.
"Mmm... It's so noisy."
Dunkirk, not far from Turing, seemed to be awakened by the chaotic piano sound. Holding her head and feeling a headache, she sat up.
"Teacher."
Setting down the sword, Turing took two or three steps and approached Dunkirk. He picked up the medicine bottle and sat in a position close to her.
"You're awake, take some medicine."
Dunkirk raised an eyebrow. The fatigue on her face seemed to have melted away, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously curved towards her hidden cheeks.
It was no wonder Dunkirk reacted this way. Anyone who woke up and saw such a cute girl greeting them would feel pleased, especially when that person was Turing Altria, the most esteemed person in Acadia.
Several pills rolled out of the bottle and into Turing's hand, swaying like a rudder. Turing cupped his hands together, forming a bowl shape, and filled it with water from the lake. He then went to Dunkirk's side and helped her take the pills.
Seeing Turing's enchanting and vibrant figure, which was reminiscent of a princess from a fairy tale, Dunkirk deeply understood.
This person was worth loving,
Worth being deeply cared for and cherished like the verdant spring and red autumn,
Unfortunately, it was not the right time.
