Arknights' Lock of Heaven

There were countless other operators in the room. The Penguin Logistics operators who were dispatched abroad had a pretty good relationship with Amiya. When they heard that Amiya was going to perform the violin, they even skipped their boss Emperor's performance.

And then there's Chen, who originally planned to vacation in Siesta, but it turned into a team-building event, and the Sarkaz like Red Bean Mudrock 42...

There were so many people that it was hard to stand still in the room.

Not to mention appreciating Amiya's performance.

"I underestimated Amiya's personal charm," the Doctor remarked upon reading this. "Many operators actually had their own plans for today, but as soon as they heard that Amiya was going to perform, they all dropped everything and ignored them."

“Now I need to ask Miss Ceylon for another venue,” she sighed, then smiled at Xia Yu and said, “After all, this place is really too small.”

Hearing this, Xia Yu glanced sideways at the professor.

"Trying to play along with me, huh?" he said calmly. "Fine, for Amiya's sake."

[Simulated Spirit Origin Loading - Nero Claudius]

[Noble Phantasm - Inviting You to the breathtaking Golden Theater - Unfold]

AestusDomusAurea. The absolute emperor's domain that can grant any wish, using magic to recreate the "Golden Palace," the theater she designed and built in Rome during her lifetime.

If we're talking about performances, there's no better venue than this.

As the golden light rippled outwards, the expressions of the operators in the room all changed.

Saria swiftly pulled the still confused Ifrit into her arms and warily looked around.

Herrag, who was opposite her, also stood up and stood to her side.

The other operators either didn't react in time or immediately stood guard, looking around.

The next moment, countless bright red rose petals fell from the sky, and the light caused many operators to close their eyes in shock.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found that the surrounding environment was very different.

At this moment, they are in a golden palace.

Amiya stood on the most prominent stage, holding her violin, and took a deep breath.

329 bets!

“Dr. Kal’tsit,” Frostnova said as she walked into Kal’tsit’s office carrying a stack of documents, “this is a list of supplies sent by the guerrillas.”

The list included supplies the guerrillas desperately needed, such as food and medicine, as well as a list of spoils they had captured. The Patriots of Rhodes Island were very generous, providing a list so that Rhodes Island would have a clear idea of ​​what they could trade with them.

Yes, a transaction.

Rhodes Island isn't having an easy time either, especially now that they have the business of inhibitors.

If it were any other capitalist with this inhibitor, they would have already launched a grand publicity campaign, raised funds, and boasted about the triple therapy. But Rhodes Island is different.

Unlike those flashy and cheap drugs, Rhodes Island developed these drugs not for profit, but for the infected and for the world.

Therefore, even with such a powerful drug, Rhodes Island never made a fortune from it.

They have ideals, and it is because of these ideals that they came together. They would not change their ways and become capitalists for these benefits.

Besides, the key to the drug isn't in their hands.

To ensure that millions of infected people can afford life-saving medication, Rhodes Island really can't make much money from this.

Raising a guerrilla force in the snowy plains is even more of a pipe dream.

Fortunately, they've been around for a while now and they're not exactly pushovers. The guerrillas, aside from other things, at least have plenty of Originium ore and the like.

Over the years, they have attacked so many mines and rescued so many infected people, so they have accumulated a considerable fortune.

It's just that the guerrillas of the past didn't have the means to monetize these things.

After being taken over by Black Serpent, it did generate some revenue, but not much. The main reason is that Black Serpent wasn't after money; it was only after an external war, and the Reunion Movement was just a pawn.

Arming them doesn't require very good equipment, and it also prevents them from becoming too powerful to control.

So now that the guerrillas have returned to the snowfields, many of their assets have been buried in various places.

Now that Rhodes Island has provided the channel, they are naturally happy.

“Okay, put it here,” Kal'tsit glanced up at Frostnova, then buried herself in the documents again.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, why don't you take a break?" Frostnova hesitated for a moment before advising, "You've been working so long..."

“It’s alright,” Kal’tsit said without looking up. “I know what I’m doing.”

"As for your father, have there been any unexpected events lately?"

Hearing this, Froststar sighed.

Such conversations have happened countless times, sometimes with other doctors, sometimes with veteran Rhodes Island operators.

There's no other reason than that Kal'tsit was just too dedicated.

Since we moored here in Red Pine Valley—oh, Red Pine Valley is the new name for this little territory, even though there isn't a single red pine here.

Rhodes Island has been docked in Red Pine Valley ever since the operators all took leave.

Almost no one has ever seen her rest. Every time they see Kal'tsit, she's either working or on her way to work.

Indeed, many people are worried that she might suddenly die.

Even though she is the seemingly omnipotent Kal'tsit.

Frostnova felt that she could probably understand Kal'tsit's feelings.

As the link between the guerrillas and Rhodes Island, she knew the truth about the inhibitors.

Naturally, they knew what this meant.

This means that from now on, infected people will no longer be feared.

Even though this requires time to prepare.

And these doctors... their life's dream is right before them, just like Kal'tsit, they wish they could make the most of every second.

Kal'tsit was constantly dealing with documents sent back from various places.

With her immeasurable network of contacts and the actions of her elite operators, Rhodes Island's sales network gradually spread to several surrounding countries.

Kazimir was the most successful; no one dared to cause trouble.

Or rather, no major power dares to cause trouble; on the contrary, it is the small powers that know nothing that are making the most noise.

Just a couple of days ago, a high-ranking military officer stationed in southern Kazimierz also arrested Rhodes Island employees and their families on some fabricated charge because they weren't from domestic companies.

Their goal was simple: to extort money.

Kal'tsit didn't tolerate them. The SWEEP squad was dispatched, and that very night they hung the man's head on the gate of the military camp.

Later, when the Grand Knights investigated and found out that this idiot had detained Rhodes Island's people and goods, he was furious.

It took a lot of persuasion to finally get the detained agent off the country.

As for an explanation? Who in Kazimir dares to ask for an explanation now?

No one dares!

Moreover, this officer didn't have any significant background, otherwise he wouldn't be completely ignorant about Rhodes Island's affairs.

The matter was then simply glossed over.

Of course, this is the only way to do it in Kazimierz; in other countries, people won't even recognize you.

This is where Kal'tsit's all-powerful network of connections comes in handy to solve the problem.

This is one of the reasons why Kal'tsit was so exhausted.

There are too many things that require her to make decisions.

Looking at Kal'tsit buried in her documents, Frostnova sighed silently.

“Old Wan… there hasn’t been much movement from Father’s side,” she replied. “Right now, nobody in Ursus knows why the legendary warrior has returned to his peak overnight, and nobody dares to make a move rashly.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Kal’tsit rubbed her temples. “I’ve already made arrangements with the Emperor of Ursus. Once the pharmaceutical factory is built and Xia Yu returns, we can deliver the first batch of supplies to the guerrillas.”

"This..." Upon hearing this, Frostnova frowned, pondered for a moment, but still voiced her concerns, "Will it really... go so smoothly?"

“Ursus…I know this country too well,” a sarcastic smile played on her lips. “Although Dr. Kal'tsit explained many of the stakes to me, and I understand why the Ursus Emperor and the Council are on our side, but…”

"Does the Emperor's words really have any effect?" Kal'tsit looked up at Frostnova and directly expressed her concerns.

"You're very worried about this, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Froststar nodded.

"You are incredibly insightful; I am indeed very worried about this."

“The Emperor, the Emperor, ha,” Froststar chuckled sarcastically, “over the years he has indeed enacted quite a few policies that are beneficial to the infected.”

"But what's the use? In this vast Ursus, aside from the nobles, how many of the officials he promoted actually listen to him?"

“If those laws had worked, I wouldn’t have grown up in the mines.”

Froststar lowered her head.

"We're carrying so much stuff this time, Ursus... Ha, unless the emperor himself escorts us, do those so-called officials really think they'll let us pass through safely?"

The king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.