Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 25: Return
Under the rising moon, Rolf anxiously galloped through the birch grove after night fell.
In order to maintain balance, the pair of "J"-shaped elastic steel prostheses touched the ground actively. Walking on flat ground always has a strange touch, but unexpectedly, the wide touched area Instead, he made it easier to drive forward in the snow, especially when he was driving the wind, and he was almost flat on the snow.
But Rolf has never had experience in snow tracking, nor has he ever lived in the north full of unsmelling snow—the central collar of the stars can only see seasonal sporadic snow, in the long and narrow Kongmax League , The five city-states in the southeast were even more dry and warm-this brought great trouble to his tracking, even if he was the first person to chase Serena's carriage abnormally and immediately.
The ability to control the wind allows Rolf to follow the wind in the narrow and crowded Red Square Street, like a fish in the water, and his speed is not less than that in the dense birch forest.
But he must find the boy.
! No! Wrong! Novel w.qul. The boy who gave the ghost of the wind a new life.
Rolf walked through a wood and saw a flat snowfield ahead.
His eyes stopped suddenly!
The ghost of the wind shook all over and landed on the snow.
Under the moonlight, a coquettish man with a cloak wrapped his hands lightly.
A seven or eight-year-old boy with his hands tied behind his back slipped from her fingers without any response, and fell on the snow like a prey that was killed.
Not moving.
The coquettish and bewitching lightly turned, licked his tongue at Rolf, showing a weird smile.
No.
Rolfe knelt down on the snow in disbelief and stretched out his hands trembling to the boy with his eyes closed.
No breathing.
There is no heartbeat.
No pulse.
No.
The boy.
The grown-up boy.
The boy who gave the choice.
The boy saved from the abyss of despair.
The amazing boy who taught him literacy, spelling, and sign language communication.
Dead.
No.
Rolfe raised his head, half of his face hidden behind the silver mask, unable to discern his expression.
"Is it?" Serena Corleone tilted her head and blinked charmingly. Are you here to find little Thales? "Wrong Novel Network does not skip words.
Rolfe clenched his fists and stood up slowly, staring at the enchanting and enchanting gaze with resentment and anger.
"Sorry, he fell asleep." Serena giggled:
"Come and find him in the next life."
Suddenly a strong wind blew on the flat ground,
Selena's face changed!
The wind is getting stronger.
Scrape the snowflakes around Rolf and stir up his clothes.
The ghost of the wind stared at Serena.
He doesn't see how strong this one is.
But he will do everything he can to make the other party pay the price.
In this way, owe the boy a debt.
Just pay it off.
But just the next moment, Rolf was shocked:
He was stiff.
Can't move.
What's going on?
Yes... he rolled his eyes... this?
Selina let out a pleasant laugh, her sight never left Rolf, maintaining the pressure of ‘pausing sight’.
"Children now," she pouted and shook her head in distress, nodded to the side of her eyes, looked at Rolf who was stiff in place, tut:
"Doesn't you use your brain to fight?"
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It's dark.
It's so dark.
I can't feel it.
There is no room either.
Suddenly lit?
It's too bright, so dazzling.
These are... memories?
Lots of memories.
One by one, familiar or unfamiliar scenes flashed in front of his eyes.
It's chaotic.
In the end, only messy sounds remain:
[The central limit theorem provides sufficient basis for our random sampling... Don't get lost! Learn this well, at least you can go to the market research department of each company after graduation...]
This is?
["Finren, if you come to a different world waiting to be saved, you will go to become stronger, farm, climb technology, fight for hegemony in all directions...Would you want to change it?" "Forget it, social changes are always elusive...unless I am the creator of the world..." "Well, conclusion: this question makes no sense to ask you." "Your contemptuous eyes are all about it. ?"]
So familiar voice...
[Class issues are often combined with inequality, education, income, capital, these are common terms...Blau and Duncan, remember these two scholars, they will be your nightmare for the next two years... …In our era, you don’t know how to use log-linear models, so don’t think about doing social class analysis...]
So messy...There is no logic for these combinations...
["You are so entangled! Just one sentence, shall we be together...you frown!"]
Because everything seems familiar, but it's like a fog...
[The key to the logistic regression model lies in this probability function. The Probit model is actually common to it... If you only understand general linear regression but not logistic regression, don't say you have learned regression models... No other reason, it’s just that I think it’s a shame...]
Where am I...
[Everyone classifies him as one of the three great patriarchs, but compared to Weber’s quotations and scientific arguments, he classifies the philosophical meditation that he came up with sitting in a chair into... Some radical scholars include I personally think that this is simply an insult to our discipline...]
This is...but, a familiar name...
[One-mode social network can be represented by a symmetric matrix, while two-mode is more complicated... Look at you stupid, haven't you learned linear algebra... Haven't learned advanced mathematics , Because you think you have the ability to learn this subject? fart! 】
Wait, these are...I, I have studied, even wrote, taught...
["I don’t have to work so hard at home. It is useful to read so many books for you, but our old Wu family always has an idea: knowledge is not necessarily useful, but it must be priceless..."]
Who is... What are these!
[For example, teachers, school location, class nature, parents’ income, the impact of different factors on student performance always play a role at different levels, some at the individual level, some at the class level, and some at the school It does not distinguish the effects of different levels, but simply assumes that they are effective in the same dimension. The conclusion that "student performance is most affected" is unconvincing... So the hierarchical linear model is often used in pedagogy to overcome this One point, this principle also applies to our research...]
My... I must... Damn, I can't remember it!
【Marx and Weber have completely opposite opinions on the autonomy of the state... The difference between the two powers defined by Mann is... Have you not read the text? Can't finish reading? That's for a lot of sleep? 】
Wait, who am I...who am I?
[The people headed by Scochepo began to reflect on the social schema of Marxist scholars and Parsons' macro theory... The society embedded in history may not function as they expected... Historical analysis tradition So we returned to our field of vision...]
Am I?
[Don’t think that qualitative methods don’t have to be like measurement. On the contrary, we don’t have clear scientific standards for measurement research. Therefore, we need to demonstrate and explain the scientific nature of "the reason for using this method." Research the axis to take root in your field...Otherwise, you will be no different from writing a news report... It is better to transfer your major to study journalism and become a reporter, I guarantee you will earn more...]
Ah ah ah--
But the next voice contained a lot of clearer and more touching memories:
["Beth, no matter how you use it, leave him in the royal capital, and he will live... Hold him, this is my blood! You and my temper."]
["This is called Thales...go to the sixth room, look at this silly look...boy, I promise you will not survive the second year."]
["No! No! Don't hit me! Don't! I'm just...just...ah!"]
["Do you really want to drink water? It's right next door!...Listen to me, let me plan!"]
["My name is Karak! I heard that you are the head of your house? From today, you have to give me half of the money!"]
["This is the last potion, there is no more! You...you don't want to come again...wait! There are some old clothes here, you can take them..."]
["Boy, call me Yala!"]
["Standing on the sky, surpassing the gods, looking down on sentient beings...You can say'no', but you can't refuse. This is just the first time you lose control."]
["I, you have what he doesn't have."]
["Didn't King Nunn want to be fair...Use my life for his life!"]
An unprecedented mass of memories flashed back instantly.
His consciousness is about to burst.
Suddenly.
Everything is quiet.
Darkness descended again.
I feel more comfortable.
He is sleepy.
Maybe it's time to go.
Where he came.
Or... go to sleep forever.
Just now.
Two strange voices rang in my ears.
An old-fashioned voice:
"Such souls...oh, unprecedented superiority...well, mother felt it."
Another voice is flat and sharp:
"Wait, the smell of danger...the same as six or seven hundred years ago..."
"You are always winged...Relax, mother will deal with it."
"Strange, my mother is hesitating, doesn't like it or rejects it... There are four forces pulling it, two forces downward, one upward... It's really a powerful vitality, obviously no one can save it, but It is still rising. With this trend, it will rise back to the top in a while...There is also a kind of strength...My God..."
"What's the panic?"
"Have you seen such hybrids and souls... Maybe! Unless the Alchemy Tower and the Soul Tower cooperate..."
"Don't lose your mind! Keep your duties and ignore things on the ground... Besides, the three magic towers have been destroyed for thousands of years..."
"A thousand years, right? My long-term memory has deteriorated again..."
"Mother made a decision... let her go and let her rise... prepare to open the upstream gate."
"Upstream Gate? No, right? Many characters on Wurong Novel Network just got one more than 30 years ago... It's too short, would my mother allow this frequency? At least wait until the last one drops again... "
"Don't ask~IndoMTL.com~Don't speak, this is the mother's will! Only follow!"
Immediately afterwards, he felt that everything around him was shaking sharply!
"Boom!"
"Clap!"
As if shattering, he seemed to hear a clear, crisp sound.
The next moment, as if exposed to the surface of the water, he smoothly sucked in a burst of air in the invisible pressure and darkness!
More than just a breath of air.
That is a force.
Power beyond mortals.
He—Tyles Stars—remembered who it was.
At the same time, there are his senses!
The pores of the whole body seemed to open in an instant, greedily receiving information from the outside world, and the stagnant joints no longer rubbed, as if they were lubricated by a force.
The blood collected on the skin returned to the blood vessels as if it were being commanded to provide life’s nutrients, and the heart that was too fast due to lack of oxygen returned to a regular, slower beating-only better than before More robust and powerful.
Thyls felt it.
A force starts from an unknown corner of the body, rises quickly, and instantly covers the whole body.
The pain in the throat slowly disappeared, and he even felt that many small and dark wounds in his body were slowly repairing.
Soon, Thales felt the cold beneath him, the wind around him, Serena's familiar laughter.
Like a drowning person being rescued again, Thales opened his eyes suddenly!
After that, he looked at the sky tremblingly, opened his mouth wide, and took in a long-lost breath, as if many years had passed!
"Call..."
Everything is the same as before.
He is alive.
(To be continued.)
Chapter 25 Return
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