Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

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Cocolia followed her finger and looked over, her pupils contracting slightly.

"The will of preservation... can be used like this?"

She murmured softly, her tone carrying an indescribable quality.

Bronya did not answer.

She's not good at lying. If she opens her mouth, her mother will definitely find out something.

She changed the subject.

"Mother, is there still enough Earth Essence in stock?"

Upon hearing this, Cocolia sighed.

"Due to the blockade of the lower areas in recent years, the stock of earth marrow is not very large."

She paused, looking at the land in the distance where a wall was being built.

“Bronya, my original intention was for you to lift the lockdown on the Lower District after you succeeded as High Warden. But things didn’t go as planned.”

Her lips curved into a smile, which grew wider and wider.

"So, Bronya, tomorrow you will succeed as the High Guardian."

Bronya was stunned.

"Tomorrow? Succession? Mother? You...."

Cocolia interrupted her, her voice suddenly becoming more serious.

"Bronya, listen to your mother. Trust your mother's judgment."

She looked into Bronya's eyes and spoke, word by word.

"The time has come. Now is the most appropriate time for you to succeed to the throne."

Her voice softened again.

"Mom has been tired all these years. Let her rest, okay?"

Bronya looked at her.

Look at the light in those eyes, the smile on his lips, and the fine lines around his eyes.

Then she saw it.

Deep within those eyes, there was something—a death wish.

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't fear, it was something very quiet and resolute.

It's as if they've made a decision.

Bronya's eyes suddenly reddened.

She reached out and hugged Cocolia tightly.

"Mother."

Her voice was trembling.

"Please, don't leave me."

Cocolia was stunned.

Then she smiled, a bitter smile on her lips, and reached out to pat Bronya's head.

She did not speak.

Just touching it, once, once.

"Cocolia! The Great Guardian!"

Hiluva's voice came from outside the tent, urgent and loud.

"Quick! Dr. Wach is here!"

Cocolia released Bronya, turned and walked outside, her steps quicker than usual.

"Hiluva, pour Dr. Vah a cup of tea!"

Bronya wiped away her tears and followed them outside.

Outside the tent, a middle-aged man sat in a chair.

He looked terrible.

His face was as pale as ice on a snowfield, his lips were bloodless, and his cheekbones protruded high.

Is this really how a doctor should act?

Chapter 58 Not worth it

When Vah saw Cocolia and Bronya arrive, he tried to get up, but a sudden fit of violent coughing interrupted him.

He bent over, coughing so hard his whole body was trembling.

Hiluva quickly poured him a glass of water and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

It took him a long time to recover.

"Thank you, Miss Hiluva."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against rough wood.

Then he looked at Cocolia and Bronya.

"High Guardian, and... Commander Bronya."

His gaze toward Bronya was somewhat complicated.

He usually lives in the snowfield, so he naturally heard the commotion last night. An 800-meter-tall mechanical behemoth running around on the snowfield, kicking the Rift Monster like a ball, was a sight that was hard to miss.

And he also heard a voice.

Bronya's laughter.

Vah had lived in the snowfield for a long time, and the Iron Guards would occasionally mention Lady Bronya during their patrols.

He had seen her once from afar; Bronya had a serious expression and an upright posture, and looked like the most proper person imaginable.

But that laughter last night...

Wach stood at the door of his little house, looking at the figure in the distance who was laughing so hard on the shoulder of the Creation Engine, and remained silent for a long time.

At that time, he was already dumbfounded when he saw the 800-meter-tall mechanical monster.

I didn't expect there to be such an expert.

He even thought he might be hallucinating because he had lived in the snowfield for too long and was experimenting with drugs on his own body.

After all, that laughter was simply too bizarre.

He remained silent for a while, then decided not to think about it anymore.

“Dr. Vah, I heard you live in the snowfield. The noise last night must have disturbed you.”

Cocolia took a geothermal heater from the side and placed it at Vah's feet.

Wach waved his hand, indicating that it wasn't necessary.

"Lord Cocolia."

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the wall under construction, over the black earth in the distance, and over the busy guards, builders, and volunteers.

"I'll keep it short."

His voice was slow, as if he would run out of breath if he spoke too fast.

"Miss Hiluva wants to know if the principle of my 'snow immunity' can be applied to mechanical creations."

He paused.

"feasible."

Cocolia's eyes lit up.

"but...."

Wach coughed twice more, then paused to catch his breath.

"My time is running out."

He looked up at Cocolia.

“If you wish to create such a mechanical artifact, I recommend someone to you.”

"My sister."