NovelAppIn fact, it wasn't so much that Myla was looking at Wynter, but rather through her. Myla could see the future they had been fighting for all along through Wynter.
With a heart attuned to Heaven and Earth, they strived to uplift the lives of all, carrying on the wisdom of the past, and ushering in an era of enduring peace and prosperity. As long as the new Cascadia hadn’t arrived, Myla wouldn't give up.
Originally, Myla felt a bit disheartened. It wasn't so much about whether people of the future would remember them or not.
It was the worry that the youths, whom the mentors had high hopes for, might have become complacent and reliant on others.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas this the future? Were they still being bullied? This would have made her upset. But seeing Wynter now, Myla understood
that the youths of the future were doing just fine.
They had better lives, they were more educated, more capable, and more knowledgeable. They carried an unwavering confidence in Cascadia.
Seeing that they dressed well, had enough to eat, and everyone had the opportunity to study was more than enough for Myla. A pair of dimples appeared as she smiled. The future was truly wonderful.
Wynter could understand the meaning behind Myla’s gaze. Just before Myla left, Wynter blurted out,” August 15, 1945. That's the day Foplya announced their unconditional surrender.
“There are still five years to go. It's now the latter half of 1940.
In less than ten days, we will soon achieve a great victory in this battle.” “Five more years...” Myla lowered her eyes before looking at Zayden. “Zayden will live to see that day. By then, he can go to school like all of you, and he'll have clean clothes to wear,” Wynter gazed deeply at her. “He will.”
Myla had no more regrets as she left decisively. The sound of gunfire outside was relentless. No one could guarantee they would return once they stepped out, but everyone was resolute because they held the highest beliefs.
The underground rest area quieted down considerably after Myla’s departure.
Not wanting the awkwardness to continue, Jairo offered sincerely, “Miss, are you really a medical student? You could team up with my friend. She studies nursing, right, Kristina?” Kristina nodded vigorously. “Yes, | can help. But it's tough without antibiotics.” Wynter glanced at them and accepted their goodwill. “Do you know how to start a fire and boil medicine?” “Uh...” Jairo hesitated for a moment. “Sure, | guess. | often cook instant noodles in the dorm.” Wynter picked up a knife from the table. “You start the fire.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKristina, see what you can handle when
patients come. Use the alcohol from the confiscated foreign liquor for disinfection where you can.
Chapter 981 Wynter Calmed the Heroic Spirits “Disinfect with foreign liquor? I'm not sure about the dosage...” Kristina hesitated.
Wynter's voice was calm. “This is a special circumstance.
Handle the wounds as well as you can. For the ones you're uncertain about, wait for me.” Wynter glanced at the Savior who was standing in the corner as she spoke. She walked over to him and whispered, “Can you spare us some blood?” Whitley smiled brightly. “Of course. I'm happy to help.” Wynter swiftly drew three drops of Whitley's blood, which soaked into the ground with a touch of her Arcane Way.
Regular people couldn't use the Saviors blood, but it would bless the land with fortune when absorbed by it. It would make the war more favorable for them and appease the heroic spirits
who had sacrificed themselves.
Nico, who had been reprimanded by Wynter, was still resentful but didn’t dare confront her directly anymore. He could only quietly complain to Jairo.
“Are you really going to listen to her? Don’t you think she’s a bit strange? She's too calm about all this. She’s not even curious about how she ended up traveling here.”
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