
- 赫德雷
- ヘドリー
- 외드레르
Hoederer
Guard — Crusher
Attacks all blocked enemies
- B216
- Melee
- DPS
Bonuses
[Code Name] Hoederer
[Gender] Male
[Combat Experience] 21 Years
[Place of Birth] Kazdel
[Date of Birth] Apr 22
[Race] Sarkaz
[Height] 185cm
[Infection Status]
Confirmed Infected by medical examination.
[Gender] Male
[Combat Experience] 21 Years
[Place of Birth] Kazdel
[Date of Birth] Apr 22
[Race] Sarkaz
[Height] 185cm
[Infection Status]
Confirmed Infected by medical examination.
[Physical Strength] Standard
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent
The early career of former Sarkaz mercenary captain Hoederer is unclear. He participated in the transfer of Babel as part of the guard detail, leaving after Babel was dismantled. He was then spotted at Chernobog alongside Ines and W as a mercenary hired by Reunion, before disappearing after the Chernobog Incident. His next appearance was as a member of the Military Commission in Londinium. After obtaining certain key information, Hoederer left them and reestablished contact with Rhodes Island, once again signing a memorandum of strategic cooperation with us after discussions with Amiya.
Imaging tests show the indistinct outlines of internal organs, obscured by abnormal shadows. Originium granules detected in the circulatory system. The subject is confirmed to be infected with Oripathy.
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 15%
Hoederer shows obvious symptoms of Infection, but he has declined Medical's recommendation for further examination.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.27u/L
Having spent extended periods in Kazdel and other battlefields, Hoederer's condition is serious, but he does not seem concerned about his status as Infected. Perhaps, for Sarkaz mercenaries living near Kazdel, Oripathy is as much a part of their everyday life as their weapons.
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 15%
Hoederer shows obvious symptoms of Infection, but he has declined Medical's recommendation for further examination.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.27u/L
Having spent extended periods in Kazdel and other battlefields, Hoederer's condition is serious, but he does not seem concerned about his status as Infected. Perhaps, for Sarkaz mercenaries living near Kazdel, Oripathy is as much a part of their everyday life as their weapons.
For most young operators, a 'Sarkaz from Kazdel' usually means someone you should stay well away from. The behavior of some of our operators has undoubtedly contributed to this thinking. There is an impression that Kazdel is a place filled with people like W or Flamebringer, and even Mudrock can seem imposing in her thick and heavy armor.
Hoederer's arrival has changed some of these preconceptions. Not to say that he isn't dangerous, as his performance in battle and his sheer muscles clearly demonstrate, but there is something different about him. Mercenaries who spend their lives on the battlefield killing for a living are often rough or cold, living in the moment and indulging in pleasures like there is no tomorrow.
Hoederer, however, lives by a strictly regimented schedule while at Rhodes Island: He will show up at the training room at 5:30am every day, and do strength training for one and a half hours before having breakfast, usually boiled fowlbeast (he has also been seen asking Hibiscus to put together a healthy menu for him). He will then spend the rest of the morning reading, take a quick break around noon, and spend the entire afternoon in combat training. This is obviously very different from his lifestyle as a mercenary, but he seems to enjoy it. Perhaps he desires to feel in control of his life, compared his time on the battlefield where tomorrow is far from a given.
He's out of his mind. Is he just really insecure or something? We might all be dead by tomorrow, and the last thing he'll remember are the boiled vegetables he had for his last meal. —Anonymous Interview Log 1
Would a last meal of salted potatoes be any better? —Anonymous Interview Log 2
There is a scholar in him, but unlike any of the Victorian or Columbian academics we are familiar with. He says that his studies are not for personal growth or academic curiosity. When he visits Rhodes Island's library, he is not seeking pure knowledge, but methods. His writings and records serve a single purpose: to relieve his own pain and doubt. He is currently writing a book on the history of Sarkaz wars, and operators who've had the chance to review the draft speak highly of it, calling it 'more than just a chronicle, but a unique way of studying history from a micro perspective.'
Hoederer needs a publishing agent. Now, I want to be clear that I'm not trying to make money off of this. How much money many could there possibly be in putting out a textbook? Written in Sarkaz, no less! But I'm Sarkaz too, and there are plenty of us on Rhodes Island who'd want to read our history in written form. I'll get his request for more books on economics approved immediately, as long as he lets me handle his publishing rights. —Closure
You can come talk to me about the copyright stuff. And I suggest you reject Hoederer's request for books on economics; I just wanted him to help with bookkeeping. —Message to the Procurement Department, author unknown
Hoederer's arrival has changed some of these preconceptions. Not to say that he isn't dangerous, as his performance in battle and his sheer muscles clearly demonstrate, but there is something different about him. Mercenaries who spend their lives on the battlefield killing for a living are often rough or cold, living in the moment and indulging in pleasures like there is no tomorrow.
Hoederer, however, lives by a strictly regimented schedule while at Rhodes Island: He will show up at the training room at 5:30am every day, and do strength training for one and a half hours before having breakfast, usually boiled fowlbeast (he has also been seen asking Hibiscus to put together a healthy menu for him). He will then spend the rest of the morning reading, take a quick break around noon, and spend the entire afternoon in combat training. This is obviously very different from his lifestyle as a mercenary, but he seems to enjoy it. Perhaps he desires to feel in control of his life, compared his time on the battlefield where tomorrow is far from a given.
He's out of his mind. Is he just really insecure or something? We might all be dead by tomorrow, and the last thing he'll remember are the boiled vegetables he had for his last meal. —Anonymous Interview Log 1
Would a last meal of salted potatoes be any better? —Anonymous Interview Log 2
There is a scholar in him, but unlike any of the Victorian or Columbian academics we are familiar with. He says that his studies are not for personal growth or academic curiosity. When he visits Rhodes Island's library, he is not seeking pure knowledge, but methods. His writings and records serve a single purpose: to relieve his own pain and doubt. He is currently writing a book on the history of Sarkaz wars, and operators who've had the chance to review the draft speak highly of it, calling it 'more than just a chronicle, but a unique way of studying history from a micro perspective.'
Hoederer needs a publishing agent. Now, I want to be clear that I'm not trying to make money off of this. How much money many could there possibly be in putting out a textbook? Written in Sarkaz, no less! But I'm Sarkaz too, and there are plenty of us on Rhodes Island who'd want to read our history in written form. I'll get his request for more books on economics approved immediately, as long as he lets me handle his publishing rights. —Closure
You can come talk to me about the copyright stuff. And I suggest you reject Hoederer's request for books on economics; I just wanted him to help with bookkeeping. —Message to the Procurement Department, author unknown
Diary with yellowed pages:
...I didn't have the money. So I pulled the cart out of town and found a spot. Sobie told me everyone was buried there. There were no tombstones, but the ground was filled with Originium crystals, small ones, not the big formations that Catastrophes leave behind. Mom wasn't very tall, but it took hours to dig a hole she could lie in. The sun had risen by the time I got back.
Maybe there will be crystals growing there the next time I visit. I hope I can still find it.
......
I didn't expect him to struggle.
I waited for him to fall asleep. I practiced the stab so many times. I got the spot just right. Why didn't he die immediately? I still have the scratch marks he left on my wrist. It will take days for them to fade. On the whole though, it wasn't that bad. Not as scary as Madtree said. I watched him expire before my eyes. Blood everywhere.
Scareye gave me a small piece of refined Pure Gold as a reward for a successful mission. Told me mercenaries don't need to ask questions. All that matters is results. Said I did well.
......
Kroche finally agreed to teach me how to drive. I still have to reach for the pedals, but I think I've got the chops. We drove on a wide open piece of the barrens. Kroche was always concerned that I'd crash the car, but there's nothing to crash into out there, and there wasn't much left of his car to crash anyway.
I got tired after a while and Kroche took over. We drove aimlessly the entire day, until sundown. I thought I'd get to see a beautiful sunset, but the black smoke from Kazdel obscured everything.
Kroche seems to be a decent guy, although he still won't increase my pay. Isn't he the one who said scouting was an important job?
......
Those damn angels have been after us for three days, and show no sign of being willing to let us go. I didn't even have time to change my bandages. My wound has already gone numb. Not a good sign.
If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. If you're the Sankta who killed me, then abi in malam crucem.
If you're just a Sarkaz passing by, pray that I return to the myriad souls. There are a few pieces of Pure Gold in my pouch. Take them, if you haven't already.
(Scribbled) I have a fever. I think I'm dying.
......
I learned the name of the man who stabbed me. Cannoli. The target our squad eliminated three days ago was his father. I should thank him. The doctor who stitched up my wound gave me a quick screening. He told me I was Infected, like he was talking about the weather. I guess the burning ashes I saw that day were my Arts. What good is that? Fertilizer? I admit, I'm disappointed.
I don't really care that I got Oripathy. Everyone here gets it, sooner or later. I'm one of the lucky ones. Funnel's little girl is five, and her left hand is almost entirely covered in crystals.
Her sixth birthday is a few months away. Funnel's birthday present for her? A coffin.
......
Broketooth didn't want me in his group because I was too young. I'll go and find Schwab. I think he wants to form his own mercenary band.
Heard that a Leithanian caravan is passing through the birch forest to the north tomorrow. They picked the worst route possible, and gave it away to boot. More than one group of bandits have them in their sights, but the mission that Scar Market gave us is to rob the bandits. Who'd make a request like that?
Hope tomorrow's operation goes well. Maybe I can pick up some good Leithanian stuff.
The diary ends here.
...I didn't have the money. So I pulled the cart out of town and found a spot. Sobie told me everyone was buried there. There were no tombstones, but the ground was filled with Originium crystals, small ones, not the big formations that Catastrophes leave behind. Mom wasn't very tall, but it took hours to dig a hole she could lie in. The sun had risen by the time I got back.
Maybe there will be crystals growing there the next time I visit. I hope I can still find it.
......
I didn't expect him to struggle.
I waited for him to fall asleep. I practiced the stab so many times. I got the spot just right. Why didn't he die immediately? I still have the scratch marks he left on my wrist. It will take days for them to fade. On the whole though, it wasn't that bad. Not as scary as Madtree said. I watched him expire before my eyes. Blood everywhere.
Scareye gave me a small piece of refined Pure Gold as a reward for a successful mission. Told me mercenaries don't need to ask questions. All that matters is results. Said I did well.
......
Kroche finally agreed to teach me how to drive. I still have to reach for the pedals, but I think I've got the chops. We drove on a wide open piece of the barrens. Kroche was always concerned that I'd crash the car, but there's nothing to crash into out there, and there wasn't much left of his car to crash anyway.
I got tired after a while and Kroche took over. We drove aimlessly the entire day, until sundown. I thought I'd get to see a beautiful sunset, but the black smoke from Kazdel obscured everything.
Kroche seems to be a decent guy, although he still won't increase my pay. Isn't he the one who said scouting was an important job?
......
Those damn angels have been after us for three days, and show no sign of being willing to let us go. I didn't even have time to change my bandages. My wound has already gone numb. Not a good sign.
If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. If you're the Sankta who killed me, then abi in malam crucem.
If you're just a Sarkaz passing by, pray that I return to the myriad souls. There are a few pieces of Pure Gold in my pouch. Take them, if you haven't already.
(Scribbled) I have a fever. I think I'm dying.
......
I learned the name of the man who stabbed me. Cannoli. The target our squad eliminated three days ago was his father. I should thank him. The doctor who stitched up my wound gave me a quick screening. He told me I was Infected, like he was talking about the weather. I guess the burning ashes I saw that day were my Arts. What good is that? Fertilizer? I admit, I'm disappointed.
I don't really care that I got Oripathy. Everyone here gets it, sooner or later. I'm one of the lucky ones. Funnel's little girl is five, and her left hand is almost entirely covered in crystals.
Her sixth birthday is a few months away. Funnel's birthday present for her? A coffin.
......
Broketooth didn't want me in his group because I was too young. I'll go and find Schwab. I think he wants to form his own mercenary band.
Heard that a Leithanian caravan is passing through the birch forest to the north tomorrow. They picked the worst route possible, and gave it away to boot. More than one group of bandits have them in their sights, but the mission that Scar Market gave us is to rob the bandits. Who'd make a request like that?
Hope tomorrow's operation goes well. Maybe I can pick up some good Leithanian stuff.
The diary ends here.
The other day, I saw Hoederer chatting in the bar with an old ship-hand dating back to the Babel days. W said Hoederer was a crazy grass-eater, but he looked normal enough to me. Later, I had the chance to talk to that ship-hand about their conversation when he came to me to get some paperwork done. —■■■
Oh, that. To tell the truth, I didn't even know his name until we drank together a couple days ago. Hey, don't blame me! It's not like he remembered my name either. So many people came and went while the Chairman was still around, you hardly had the chance to remember the name of someone you might only have seen a few times. Plus, the Sarkaz mercs changed their code names so often, I don't know who has the patience to remember them all.
We didn't talk about much, just old times. I met Hoederer's band in 93. I remember that because that's the year my son died, not long before they came aboard. Times were hard at Babel back then. We were always moving, and we lost a lot of good people... never mind that. I was part of the operation to recover his squad. Only a few of them made it. I remember him and Ines mostly because they came with that nutjob, W. And the fact that they eventually left Babel... without taking her with them!
I joined Babel and worked with people like the Chairman and Kal'tsit because this was my dream. I still believe in the Chairman's path, but I also understand why so many people left. It's not just Theresis we're fighting, it's all the hatred behind him as well. But Hoederer and Ines were different from the others who left. I could tell that they didn't leave because they were afraid of Theresis, because they worried about their families in Kazdel, or because they were pessimistic about how the war would go. If you ask me, I think they looked tired and sad when they left.
When we drank together that day, Hoederer asked me which race I thought had killed the most Sarkaz. I gave a few answers, but they were all wrong. Finally, he told me it was the Sarkaz themselves. Be it Victoria, Leithanien, or any other country or faction, the best way to destroy a bunch of Sarkaz is not to waste their own precious troops, but to hire another group of Sarkaz to solve the problem. No need to pay restitution to the families of the fallen, after all, unlike their own soldiers. Hoederer said he used to think this was normal; that was the job of a merc, after all. But could they still remain sellswords for the highest bidder in the civil war between Theresa and Theresis to determine the ruler of Kazdel?
Hoederer and Ines didn't want to pick a side. They wanted to remain free. But who can truly stay above such a conflict? I don't understand him, really. He wanted to get away from it all, but in the end we ran into each other here again. Maybe there are some things you just can't get away from, just like you can't get away from eating and drinking.
Anything else? Oh, I've heard that theory too, that they left W in Babel to keep an exit route open... Whoever said that needs to use their brain. W? Keep a path open? You're lucky if she doesn't get on literally everyone's bad side... Hey, you're not going to tell her I said that, are you?
Oh, that. To tell the truth, I didn't even know his name until we drank together a couple days ago. Hey, don't blame me! It's not like he remembered my name either. So many people came and went while the Chairman was still around, you hardly had the chance to remember the name of someone you might only have seen a few times. Plus, the Sarkaz mercs changed their code names so often, I don't know who has the patience to remember them all.
We didn't talk about much, just old times. I met Hoederer's band in 93. I remember that because that's the year my son died, not long before they came aboard. Times were hard at Babel back then. We were always moving, and we lost a lot of good people... never mind that. I was part of the operation to recover his squad. Only a few of them made it. I remember him and Ines mostly because they came with that nutjob, W. And the fact that they eventually left Babel... without taking her with them!
I joined Babel and worked with people like the Chairman and Kal'tsit because this was my dream. I still believe in the Chairman's path, but I also understand why so many people left. It's not just Theresis we're fighting, it's all the hatred behind him as well. But Hoederer and Ines were different from the others who left. I could tell that they didn't leave because they were afraid of Theresis, because they worried about their families in Kazdel, or because they were pessimistic about how the war would go. If you ask me, I think they looked tired and sad when they left.
When we drank together that day, Hoederer asked me which race I thought had killed the most Sarkaz. I gave a few answers, but they were all wrong. Finally, he told me it was the Sarkaz themselves. Be it Victoria, Leithanien, or any other country or faction, the best way to destroy a bunch of Sarkaz is not to waste their own precious troops, but to hire another group of Sarkaz to solve the problem. No need to pay restitution to the families of the fallen, after all, unlike their own soldiers. Hoederer said he used to think this was normal; that was the job of a merc, after all. But could they still remain sellswords for the highest bidder in the civil war between Theresa and Theresis to determine the ruler of Kazdel?
Hoederer and Ines didn't want to pick a side. They wanted to remain free. But who can truly stay above such a conflict? I don't understand him, really. He wanted to get away from it all, but in the end we ran into each other here again. Maybe there are some things you just can't get away from, just like you can't get away from eating and drinking.
Anything else? Oh, I've heard that theory too, that they left W in Babel to keep an exit route open... Whoever said that needs to use their brain. W? Keep a path open? You're lucky if she doesn't get on literally everyone's bad side... Hey, you're not going to tell her I said that, are you?
[Classified Log]
It's been a while, Doctor. Our brief cooperation in the Babel days is irrelevant now. I doubt you remember it, anyway.
I stood on the other side in the Chernobog Incident, and killed Scout with my own hands. I'm not going to try to justify it. I'm the direct culprit.
I also served Theresis's Military Commission for a long time, answering to Manfred. I was involved in numerous purges of the Londinium council, helping Theresis establish control and forcing Londinium to kneel.
Yes, we had a closer partnership in Victoria. We fought alongside Rhodes Island through fire and brimstone, with the tacit understanding not to bring up the past, either the good and the bad. Let me make this clear, Doctor: I'm not bringing this up now to casually apologize and seek forgiveness. On the contrary, I need you to remember that I did all that. And I can't and won't feel guilty about it any of it. I'm a mercenary, a killer, and I must face all the choices I made, as well as any consequences they bring about.
I read the terms of the agreement, of course. It's similar to the one Ines got. It's true that we'll have use of one another for a long time to come, but I'm not W, and I have no intention of chasing after Her Highness's footsteps like her. You and I both know that no matter who we have with us now, Her Highness Theresa's Babel is no more than a footnote in history.
Frankly, being part of Rhodes Island offers me many advantages, personally. Our cooperation extends beyond the realm of Oripathy and Infection. You're the experts in that field, and the Sarkaz have long been plagued by Oripathy, but it's the least of Kazdel's problems right now. It's a gentle killer, compared to war, starvation, and instigators.
I need your help because you're more complex than you let on. No need to deny it. I know what kind of people this place has. Both heroes of days gone by, and children of the future. The extraordinary pretending to be ordinary, and revolutionaries who've yet to realize who they are... Far more influence than any pharmaceutical company should wield. I claim no authority in Kazdel, and perhaps it's not even my place as a humble mercenary to worry about that city's future. In the end, though, it's our home, and we all know that Kazdel's crisis has only just begun.
I'm not an idealist like Her Highness Theresa, believing that sincerity begets selfless cooperation. But I'll leverage every bit of power I can, even if there are ulterior movies behind them. We're constantly walking on the edge of a cliff. Over the long course of history, many cities have been given the name Kazdel, but it's never changed the fact that the Sarkaz continue to wander. It's time we found an anchor for our people. We must consider how to find a true, lasting home, rather than being swept into the abyss once more by the tides of anger and ambition.
If you're no longer that destroyer, Doctor... then I need your advice.
It's been a while, Doctor. Our brief cooperation in the Babel days is irrelevant now. I doubt you remember it, anyway.
I stood on the other side in the Chernobog Incident, and killed Scout with my own hands. I'm not going to try to justify it. I'm the direct culprit.
I also served Theresis's Military Commission for a long time, answering to Manfred. I was involved in numerous purges of the Londinium council, helping Theresis establish control and forcing Londinium to kneel.
Yes, we had a closer partnership in Victoria. We fought alongside Rhodes Island through fire and brimstone, with the tacit understanding not to bring up the past, either the good and the bad. Let me make this clear, Doctor: I'm not bringing this up now to casually apologize and seek forgiveness. On the contrary, I need you to remember that I did all that. And I can't and won't feel guilty about it any of it. I'm a mercenary, a killer, and I must face all the choices I made, as well as any consequences they bring about.
I read the terms of the agreement, of course. It's similar to the one Ines got. It's true that we'll have use of one another for a long time to come, but I'm not W, and I have no intention of chasing after Her Highness's footsteps like her. You and I both know that no matter who we have with us now, Her Highness Theresa's Babel is no more than a footnote in history.
Frankly, being part of Rhodes Island offers me many advantages, personally. Our cooperation extends beyond the realm of Oripathy and Infection. You're the experts in that field, and the Sarkaz have long been plagued by Oripathy, but it's the least of Kazdel's problems right now. It's a gentle killer, compared to war, starvation, and instigators.
I need your help because you're more complex than you let on. No need to deny it. I know what kind of people this place has. Both heroes of days gone by, and children of the future. The extraordinary pretending to be ordinary, and revolutionaries who've yet to realize who they are... Far more influence than any pharmaceutical company should wield. I claim no authority in Kazdel, and perhaps it's not even my place as a humble mercenary to worry about that city's future. In the end, though, it's our home, and we all know that Kazdel's crisis has only just begun.
I'm not an idealist like Her Highness Theresa, believing that sincerity begets selfless cooperation. But I'll leverage every bit of power I can, even if there are ulterior movies behind them. We're constantly walking on the edge of a cliff. Over the long course of history, many cities have been given the name Kazdel, but it's never changed the fact that the Sarkaz continue to wander. It's time we found an anchor for our people. We must consider how to find a true, lasting home, rather than being swept into the abyss once more by the tides of anger and ambition.
If you're no longer that destroyer, Doctor... then I need your advice.
Hoederer received a letter of invitation from the Military Commission of Kazdel.
Following the conclusion of the war in Victoria, the nations of Terra have yet to organize an offensive against Kazdel. The return of the Lord of Fiends to Kazdel is hardly the only reason.
But the Military Commission these days... Hoederer's brow furrows just thinking about it.
He decides to spend a few more days at Rhodes Island before setting out.
Following the conclusion of the war in Victoria, the nations of Terra have yet to organize an offensive against Kazdel. The return of the Lord of Fiends to Kazdel is hardly the only reason.
But the Military Commission these days... Hoederer's brow furrows just thinking about it.
He decides to spend a few more days at Rhodes Island before setting out.
HP
6488
ATK
1656
DEF
0
RES
0
Cost
24
ATK Interval
2.5 sec
Block
2
Redeploy
70 sec
Talents
- Do or DieATK increases to 110% when attacking an enemy; if the target is stunned or bound, ATK further increases to 140%
- Cloak of Lingering FlameProvides an 18% Sanctuary effect to self and the allied unit directly behind this unit
Skills
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Unquenchable FrontOffensive RecoveryAuto ActivationSP Cost2The next attack deals 260% ATK as Physical damage, and restores 25% HPatk_scale2.6hp_ratio0.25
Burden of Cinder and AshAuto RecoveryManual ActivationSP Cost5Passive Effect: ATK +40%
Active Effect: Can switch between the default state and the following state:
Attack Interval increases slightly, Block +1, attacks Stun targets for 1satk0.4base_attack_time0.5block_cnt1attack@stun1
Fog of War Upon Death's DoorAuto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP40SP Cost50Duration70 secConsumes 100 HP per second and deals 200 True damage per second to enemies that have either attacked or been attacked by this unit. Attack Range +1, Max HP +60%, ATK +120%, and each attack restores 5% HP and has a 25% chance to stun targets for 5 secondsmax_hp0.6atk1.2attack@hp_ratio0.05attack@buff_prob0.25attack@stun5ability_range_forward_extend1attack@value100attack@damage200
Modules
ORIGINALHoederer's Badge
Operator Hoederer has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for wielding heavy melee weapons in combat.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Guard Operator during field operations to exercise Crusher responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
CRU-XA New LifeStage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +290
- ATK +92
Crusher Trait Attacks all blocked enemiesHave +20% healing effectiveness2 - HP +380
- ATK +112
Cloak of Lingering Flame Provides a 24% Sanctuary effect to self and the allied unit directly behind this unit, and deals +6% Physical damage to enemies3 - HP +450
- ATK +130
Cloak of Lingering Flame Provides a 28% Sanctuary effect to self and the allied unit directly behind this unit, and deals +10% Physical damage to enemies
By the time class let out, the sun is already setting. Hoederer looks out the window at the deep orange sun, hanging low on the city's edge. Its gentle light filters through gaps in the clouds, illuminating the Babel flag fluttering, mirroring the flag of the Military Commission opposite it. He feels a rare stir of emotion—Kazdel, his broken yet vibrant hometown, was about to settle peacefully into slumber. This was a scene he had only imagined as a child; he couldn't even remember how many times he'd dreamed of it coming true—hundreds? Maybe more?
In the empty room, a knock at the door interrupts his thoughts. He opens it to see a stranger.
'Mr. Hoederer, General Manfred has invited you to pay him a visit,' the stranger says.
'I haven't touched base with the Military Commission in a long time.'
'The General understands. He said you might need some time,' the visitor continues. 'I'm only here as his messenger.'
Manfred... the current head of the Military Commission, who had played a role in Kazdel's development...
'The General also said that if you refused, he'd come see you himself next time,' the messenger adds, before Hoederer can respond.
Manfred, he thinks, lowering his head. The streetlights are starting to come on, and he sees both the messenger and his own shadow begin to blur.
'Please, go back,' he says to the visitor. 'We'll find time to visit the General, but not today.' Then he closes the door.
Hoederer turns around and speaks to the shadows in the empty classroom. 'Welcome back.'
'Hmph.' A figure emerges from the shadows, her back turned to Hoederer. She starts to clean the classroom.
'You hesitated.' Ines remarks.
'I... some things are complicated.'
'Including your feelings on them.'
'Right.'
'You're not denying it.'
'Right.'
'...'
'I told you, our top priority right now is saving enough money to open up that shop you always wanted,' Hoederer says. 'The rest can wait.'
'I know,' she says, pausing slightly. 'I've always known.'
Then they leave together in silence, walking down the street. They look up at the twin gray-blue moons lighting the sky, casting a glow over Kazdel's old district, where ruined buildings stand resilient in the night. Rows of rusted, iron-roofed houses stretch endlessly, and red-brown fields reflect the flickering light from blazing furnaces. Crumbling roads twist through the hills and valleys, carrying the city's lifeblood—an unceasing flow of people—to their destinations.
CRU-Y笔迹Stage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +300
- ATK +110
Crusher Trait Attacks all blocked enemies对被阻挡的敌人伤害提升至110%2 - HP +350
- ATK +140
Do or Die 攻击敌人时攻击力提升至120%,若目标处于晕眩、束缚则改为提升至150%,且对阻挡的敌人首次造成伤害时对其造成1.5秒晕眩效果3 - HP +400
- ATK +160
Do or Die 攻击敌人时攻击力提升至130%,若目标处于晕眩、束缚则改为提升至160%,且对阻挡的敌人首次造成伤害时对其造成2.5秒晕眩效果
夜幕降临,赫德雷帮着收拾完最后的杂货,将门帘轻轻放下,然后坐到案前。
一张张稿纸摊开在桌上,上面密密麻麻地记录着这些年来他的所见所闻。他拿起了笔,出版社的编辑下个月就会将这些文稿取走,在此之前他必须做完最后的修改。
赫德雷抽出了其中的一张稿纸,上面的字迹歪歪扭扭,他的指尖抚过文段,在字里行间,他想起了那个雨夜。
在一处残破的屋檐下,他坐在一位衣衫褴褛的老者身边,听他讲述一个跨越数十年的故事。可正到最揪心的部分时,他的钢笔突然没了墨水。他只能拾起一旁刚被雨水浇灭的木炭,在纸上继续记录——
突然,赫德雷停下了笔。他尝试从稿纸上分辨出接下来的内容,可除了一大摊水渍和晕染散开的黑色,他无法从这一片模糊中辨清任何信息。
他放下笔,尝试平复自己的心情。他明白,这种情况并非第一次,类似的情形早已发生过许多次。这么多年来,他始终劝慰自己,他无法记录下这片土地上发生的所有事情,更不必因为难免的错漏而自责。
可他依旧控制不住地去回想那位老者的面庞,希望有一个瞬间,他能想起他讲的每个字句——
叮铃。门帘上的铃铛突然响起,一个孩童怀抱着一本小册子走到了赫德雷的身前。
“赫德雷老师,您睡了吗?”孩子的声音很微小,但她的双眼无比清澈闪亮,“您布置的作文我提前写完啦,可以帮我看看吗?”
赫德雷点点头,接过了她的作文。
这是一篇并不长的日记,讲的是她和家人第一次去商店街上采买物资的经历。在作文的结尾还附上了一段很突兀的名词解释,阐释了现在的“商店街”和曾经的“救助站”的区别。
“这是你记录的......你的一天?”
“嗯!这次的作文,我和班上的同学约好都写自己的一天,看老师更喜欢谁的!奥尔多要写他学针织画,萨沙要写她帮家里打工......不过我还是觉得我的日记最有意思!”
女孩和老师说话的间隙,她看到了桌上堆满的稿纸。
“老师,这是您写的日记吗?”女孩踮起了脚尖,“这么多日记,老师您一定写了很多很多年吧?”
“嗯......写了二十年。”
“哇,这么多!”女孩露出了惊讶的表情,她掰着手指头,“我们班上一共四十二个人,写一年才能有这么多?”
“是半年......”赫德雷笑着说,可立刻他的喉咙仿佛被什么哽住了一样。
他又看向了那一堆稿纸,上面的字迹密密麻麻,有的工整,有的潦草,有的清晰,有的模糊。二十年来,他始终鞭策自己尽可能记录这里所发生的一切,可现实总是难如他愿。
而如今,看着手中的这篇日记,他竟有些期待。他期待明天太阳升起后,上课铃响起,四十二本小册子堆在案上,等待他翻阅的情景。
RIIC Base Skills
Starting From Scratch αWhen this Operator is assigned to a Trading Post, order acquisition efficiency +25%; when Ines is assigned to any Work Area> (excluding Assistant), order acquisition efficiency additionally +5%
Starting From Scratch β
When this Operator is assigned to a Trading Post, order acquisition efficiency +30%; when Ines or W are assigned to any Work Area> (excluding Assistants), order acquisition efficiency additionally +5%