Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The atmosphere of sudden, absolute silence, like the calm before a storm, is truly unforgettable.

Fortunately, after quickly working with Dr. Kal'tsit to help Mr. Roy fill out the forms, Amiya brought Roy into her office before the news spread throughout Rhodes Island. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine how congested the corridors of Rhodes Island would have become.

Realizing he had been daydreaming for too long, Roy lowered his head, gave an apologetic smile, and said:

"It's nothing, it just reminded me of some past memories when I saw this logo."

“This logo?” Amiya glanced back at the Rhodes Island logo.

She designed the logo with Dr. Kal'tsit and Kroos, hoping that Rhodes Island could become a fortress and home for its operators, just like the logo.

"Mr. Roy, have you heard of Rhodes Island somewhere?" Amiya asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Of course.” Roy nodded. “Margaret told me about this place. To be honest, before boarding this landship, I never believed that such a place could really exist in the world, or rather, on earth. Discrimination is not hidden but truly eliminated, conflicts are not resolved through violence but mediated, everyone does their job, everything is well-organized, yet everyone lives in harmony and peace, just like family.”

Amiya smiled shyly, her blushing face making her look exceptionally cute.

Before she could even offer a few words of modesty, Roy abruptly changed the subject, offering a somewhat serious reminder:

“But Amiya, there’s a price to pay for this. When you give your trust to someone without reservation, you must think about how to protect yourself if you are betrayed. You shouldn’t have the heart to harm others, but you absolutely cannot be without the heart to guard against others.”

Amiya frowned. She wholeheartedly agreed with what Mr. Roy said, but she didn't quite understand why Roy had specifically reminded her of this.

Of course, she had no idea that it was precisely because of Rhodes Island's far from strict family-style management that a traitor codenamed Guard would be cultivated in the future. Guard would lead newly formed soldiers to raid Rhodes Island, kidnap Talulah, who had caused numerous sacrifices for Rhodes Island and was finally captured and imprisoned with great difficulty. Guard would also blow up Rhodes Island's outer walls, causing incalculable damage to Rhodes Island.

Roy wouldn't punish the current Guard for the crimes he might commit in the future, especially since that future might not happen because of his intervention. But the appearance of a Guard is not accidental; without Guards, there would be Medics, Archers, and traitors will always appear. Roy only hoped that Amiya would heed his warning.

"Just keep that in mind," Roy said. He then looked at the map of Terra in the room and asked, "Where is Rhodes Island's next stop?"

Roy knew that Rhodes Island was unlikely to travel to Victoria; they were far from ready. Following their current route, their next stop should be Ursus or Kazimierz?

“Kazimir.” As Roy expected, Amiya replied, “Rhodes Island will stay in Kavaleria in Kazimir for a month to replenish supplies, complete some commissions, and conduct free clinics for Oripathy. Afterwards, it will tour Kazimir for one to two months, providing free clinics to the surrounding areas, especially rural areas with scarce medical resources. Finally, it will set off for Ursus.”

Roy seemed to have thought of something and continued to ask, "What is the destination of Ursus Station?"

Amiya replied, "Chernobylburg, an important industrial town on the far eastern border of Ursus."

really!

Roy narrowed his eyes. He didn't need to elaborate on the unique characteristics of Chernobog, this industrial city in eastern Ursus. But, so Amiya had already planned to go to Chernobog a year and a half in advance?

At this point, had she already conceived the idea of ​​waking the Doctor from the sarcophagus? Was this a plan she made alone, or had she discussed it with Kal'tsit?

No, such a big deal, in such a sensitive situation, even if Amiya wanted to hide it, Kal'tsit could see through it immediately. She couldn't possibly be unaware, which means... she at least tacitly agreed?

Hmph, old lynx, you were just being arrogant by abstaining from voting at the rescue meeting, weren't you?

"Wh...what's wrong?" Amiya felt a little guilty under Roy's gaze, her ears drooping slightly as she asked in a flustered manner.

"It's nothing, good luck, Amiya." Roy smiled and reached out to ruffle Amiya's hair. The young leader of Rhodes Island shuddered, seemingly not expecting Roy to do such a thing.

In Rhodes Island... and even in the former Tower of Babel, only Dr. Kal'tsit, Miss Theresa, the Doctor, and Blaze would do this. Others, either out of consideration for Amiya's status or because they felt they weren't familiar enough with Amiya, always deliberately kept a certain distance from her.

But Roy did it without any restraint, as if he had done it before.

"Ah... oh... it's work time now, Mr. Roy!"

Amiya was a little surprised that she didn't dislike being touched. Coming to her senses, she covered her head, took a few steps back, and slumped into the rather large office chair.

Roy was charmed by the little rabbit's shy yet content expression, and a kind smile crept across his face.

"Alright, alright, then I won't bother Miss Amiya any longer."

Roy waved to Amiya, turned to leave, and then Amiya's voice came from behind him:

“Mr. Roy, remember to go to the medical department. Dr. Kal'tsit personally oversaw both of Miss Skadi’s and your physical examinations.”

"it is good!"

Volume 1: Chapter 235 Prison Break

"Kal'tsit, where is the Deepsea Hunter? I can sense her presence."

"Kal'tsit, why won't you let me see her? Has something happened to her?"

"Kal'tsit, Roy promised me that I would see her once I got to Rhodes Island!"

“Kal'tsit........”

Kal'tsit felt a vein throb on her forehead and a throbbing pain in her temples. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and put down the needle, interrupting Skadi's incessant questioning:

"I understand, Skadi! But you have to finish your medical check-up first!"

You're making it sound like I'm some kind of pyramid scheme leader or big swindler. I didn't say I wouldn't let you see me, so why are you in such a hurry?

Skadi paused for a moment, then replied:

“But, Kal'tsit, the physical examination has been going on for almost an hour. Why isn’t it over yet? In Agor, the physical examination for Deepsea Hunters is over in ten minutes.”

Although she didn't feel anything herself, Kal'tsit vaguely heard a grinding sound of teeth right next to her ear.

Are you questioning my medical expertise?

For an average person, let alone an hour, even without Agor's modern testing equipment, I could finish the physical examination process in half an hour and send them home to wait for the report. But are you a normal person?

Roy has clearly given away the spoilers: the inhabitant of Skadi's body is the newborn, the corrupted heart Isamara, a sea god who, once awakened, could activate that group of underwater ecological transformation clusters. Of course, I have to be extremely careful!

If possible, Kal'tsit even considered trying to find a way to separate Skadi and Isamara, so that if Isamara inevitably began to awaken someday, at least the seemingly cold but warm-hearted girl in front of her could survive unharmed, instead of becoming a vessel for some higher will.

Forgetting one's original intentions and distorting one's original aspirations are both terrifying things. The latter is even more evil than the former. Kal'tsit sincerely did not want to see that day come.

Seemingly sensing the meticulousness and concern conveyed in Kal'tsit's clenched teeth expression, Skadi shut her mouth after saying her last sentence, choosing silence and cooperation.

Time flew by, and half an hour later, Kal'tsit finally completed the two most important yet least important tasks—the fusion rate of her cells with Originium, and the density of Originium crystals in her blood. Needless to say, the former's value was zero percent, meaning Skadi's body was completely free of Oripathy and perfectly healthy. But the latter was a staggering 0.013 u/L, enough to make almost every medical and biological enthusiast on Earth utterly astonished.

They were as if they had come from a greenhouse and had never been exposed to Originium.

Kal'tsit knew the reason: the underwater Agor civilization was different from the land-based civilization; they didn't rely on Originium as an energy source. With the presence of the Sealings, Originium had no place to exist underwater. But for the other doctors on Rhodes Island, this data was enough to cause a sensation, making Skadi's body a miracle and a highly sought-after commodity in the eyes of all medical professionals—there was no fundamental difference between the two.

"All right."

Kal'tsit said briefly, raising her hand to wipe away non-existent sweat from her forehead.

Skadi then put her clothes back on and asked:

"May I go see the other hunter?"

"Go ahead. Just be careful not to wander off or hurt other operators. If anyone provokes you, say my name."

Kal'tsit said. She was clearly pleading for those mischievous operators on Rhodes Island.

She wasn't worried at all that Skadi would suffer a loss; she was only afraid that Skadi might act impulsively and force her to temporarily increase her workload in organizing the rescue.

Skadi nodded, and as soon as she pushed open the door to the examination room, she bumped into Roy, who was waiting at the door.

"How was the physical exam?" Roy asked.

Skadi frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and answered honestly, "So slow."

“It’s understandable that the elderly are a little slow,” Roy said with a smile. Then, Kal'tsit’s somber voice came from inside the examination room.

"Lord Roy, please come in quickly. Otherwise, I'll become too weak to handle it."

Roy's joking stopped abruptly. He nodded to Skadi, then turned and walked into the examination room with a look of grim determination.

Kal'tsit methodically put away all sorts of strange medical instruments, then sat down on the examination chair in front of Roy and looked at him.

"Isn't this an inspection?" Roy asked, bewildered.

“You don’t need that,” Kal’tsit replied. “Your body is Kuranta, I can tell that with my own eyes. What’s important is your soul, that is, your spirit. What you need to do is a spiritual examination.”

"Uh... what do you mean?"

Roy was momentarily stunned.

Kal'tsit's lips suddenly curled up for a fleeting moment, then quickly returned to normal, and she said:

"It means that you need to be tested for your mental state, in other words, whether you are mentally ill."

Roy: "..."

You must have just laughed!

“Let’s begin.” Ignoring Roy’s reaction, Kal’tsit picked up the blue folder on the small table in front of her, opened it, and read aloud: “Imagine you have a bathtub full of water in front of you, and you have a bowl and a spoon. How would you dry the bathtub?”

Roy said, "Pull out the stopper."

"Looks like her intelligence is fine." Kal'tsit ticked a box on a piece of paper in the folder.

Roy's eyelids twitched, and he reasonably suspected that Kal'tsit was retaliating against him for talking badly about her outside.

..........

Letania, Violet City, Prison.

This old prison is currently holding his only prisoner.

The Teutonic Elector's personal guard, clad in heavy armor, nodded to their colleagues who were on guard duty, watched them salute, and then departed, completing a new round of troop rotation.

He walked straight into the prison, and through the monitor window of the innermost cell, he saw the only prisoner, the blond General Sarkaz.

"Manfred, you look pathetic."

The soldier spoke, addressing Manfred by his first name. This startled the blond Sarkaz, who hadn't even bothered to lift his head in the cell. He stood up in surprise, pressed himself against the iron door, and looked at the figure backlit by the light.

"you are?"