The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"......" Scout was about to say hello when he was stunned for a moment, "You guessed right."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"not yet."

"When you're done, please go to the cafeteria and bring me a portion of cheese baked beef rice. Thank you."

"Okay," Scout walked a few steps and realized something was wrong, "Would you like to pay me for the errands?"

Klosher threw the bouquet of flowers sent by Logos over, "The greenhouse is buying back flowers at a high price recently."

"You're amazing, Klothir," Scout spread his hands helplessly, grabbed the bouquet and walked away along the corridor.

Passing by a self-service snack vending machine, Kelucil suddenly felt greedy. "Is this the Yan Country snack I purchased a few weeks ago?"

She felt in her wallet, trying to find some change, but it was empty, not even a coin. A few large-denomination bills lay alone, looking back at their owner pitifully.

"Hey, where's my change?"

Koluchil took out a small piece of paper from the banknotes.

[I took some change to buy flowers. It was a beautiful morning. I forgot about the errand fee. —Logos. ]

*

Two hours ago.

am, 3:59.

It rained heavily last night and the air was unusually cold. The cold wind blew across the thousands of miles of tundra. Even with the windows open and the heater on, the coldness still stung my skin.

The sky was dark, with no visible stars or moon, and was shrouded in clouds and mist.

Medical Department, Kal'tsit's office. Brightly lit.

The decoration in the office is just like its owner, cool and mixed with some fresh and natural green.

A light green LED sign is embedded in the pure white wall. A cylindrical eco-box is placed in the corner. Green algae and translucent fish are floating in the culture medium, which looks full of vitality under the illumination of the sign.

The desks and chairs were replaced with new ones. Kal'tsit put down a stack of documents and looked at the visitors in the office.

"You are......"

There was a rare expression of surprise and astonishment on her face.

A slim, hooded figure walked over to the desk and sat down.

"Long time no see, Kelsey."

"......" Kal'tsit's expression became gloomy, "You shouldn't be here."

"Where should I be then? Being a popsicle stick in a sarcophagus in Chernobog?"

There was no emotion in Skadi's voice. "It was Acardo who rescued me, and then something happened to me."

Kal'tsit frowned. There was something very wrong with this doctor.

And...Acardo's followers were able to pass on information to him, even telling him the location of the sarcophagus.

However, considering his historical status in Kazdel and the contributions he made, it is not surprising.

The only thing that she found difficult to accept was that the Doctor ran away from Chernobog to Rhodes Island.

And in such a... weird way.

"So, you climbed onto a high-speed landship in the wilderness, and then used your authority in Rhodes Island to get into my office," Kal'tsit poured her a cup of hot water.

"A meaningless act, this land..."

"Wait a minute!" The Doctor interrupted Kal'tsit's skill in a hurry.

She was keenly aware that if she hadn't interrupted Kal'tsit after she finished saying "this land", she would be faced with a riddle article of hundreds of words.

Skadi didn't bother to cover up, so she took off her mask and removed her hood.

Her long, bright silver hair swung in the wind, and her rosy eyes stared straight at Kal'tsit.

As expected, the pretty face that had been indifferent for countless years finally changed.

"Agorians?" Kal'tsit stopped the long speech she was about to say.

How could the Doctor be an Agor?!

"Oh, it can also be our first meeting." Skadi took out a hunter's hat from somewhere and put it on the table. "You can call me Ishamara."

"Or, the deep sea hunter, Skadi."

092. Saving Private Froststar

"Are you a doctor?" Scout took off his sunglasses. He felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

As an old man from the Tower of Babel era, Scout has had many dealings with the Doctor. Rather, with his outstanding reconnaissance skills, he is often assigned some dangerous missions by the Doctor himself.

Although I have never seen the doctor's face under the mask... maybe I have seen it, but I really have no impression of it.

Many clues indicate that the Doctor is not good at fighting and his physical fitness is not good either.

At least......

It definitely couldn't be the monster in front of him with clean little hands that could mold the hot metal like plasticine.

Logos didn't say anything, but just took the cup and gulped down the hot water. He looked very frightened.

"Well, anyway, I'm a doctor."

Skadi was too lazy to prove himself and patted the table. The voice of PRTS sounded in the communication terminal.

"Doctor, welcome back to Rhode Island."

"......" Logos put down the teacup, "You came to us specifically, do you have a mission to issue?"

Kal'tsit rubbed her brows, looking very tired. "There is an infected organization nearby called the 'Integration Movement'. Take your team and find it."

"destroy?"

"Take them to Rhode Island."

Logos was silent for a moment. "From your tone, it seems that it is not that simple."

"There is the daughter of the Grand Duke of Ursus, and..."

"Bodrocasti, the last pure-blooded Wendigo in the royal court." Skadi added lightly, or to be more precise, interrupting Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit glanced at her but said nothing in the end.

"I see," Logos picked up his teacup and left his seat, "Persuasion is probably the main prerequisite, Doctor. Do you have enough intelligence and bargaining chips?"

"Don't worry," Skadi put on her mask, "I never assign tasks that are beyond the capabilities of the executors. At least, from now on."

Scout followed him away, he came just to listen to the mission, it was great to have someone leading the team.

"Please," he winked at Logos.

"A week's worth of snacks," Logos whispered. "I do the hardest work."

"Deal," Scout patted his wallet subconsciously.

The two left the office.

Kal'tsit then looked at Skadi, "You got what you wished for."

"Hehehe, this is the price." Skadi said words that only Kal'tsit could understand.

"Then I'll ask you to calm down that blood demon as well."

Skadi blinked and said, "I can't do that."

"He wants the truth, and you can give it to him."

"But I have lost my memory," Skadi rubbed the back of his neck through his hood, "You know, there's no need for me to lie to you about this kind of thing. I have the power to subvert all your plans, but I'm sitting in this office, seriously discussing the future route of this landspeeder with you."

Skadi continued, "Don't worry, I have already made a deal with Akado in advance. He will not harm Amiya and Rhodes Island."

Won't hurt anything?

"......" Kal'tsit was silent.

"Although you might be seriously hurt," Skadi said with a hint of playfulness in her tone.

This is exactly how the doctor once said it.

Kal'tsit squeezed her palms, her face gloomy.

"If there is a baby, I will help take care of it." Skadi disappeared like a ghost, and then she appeared behind Kal'tsit, gently stroking Miss Filin's soft and flat belly.

"No, your body doesn't quite meet the conditions for pregnancy," Skadi thought of the stimulants and sedatives she had confiscated.

"Rest a little longer," she massaged Kal'tsit's shoulders.

Kal'tsit rarely spoke in riddles. She just looked at Skadi with complicated eyes and said, "Many times."

"Yeah, I know, for a girl, it's really an unacceptable grievance."

"?!" Kal'tsit suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed on the desk.

Skadi tapped her back, and Mon3tr fell asleep.

"Just think of it as for the child that will be born sooner or later in the future?" Saying this jokingly, Skadi began to rummage through Kal'tsit's boxes and drawers to look for those drugs that would greatly harm her body.

Confiscated everything.

She found a blanket and covered Kal'tsit with it, then turned off the lights in the office and left quietly.

Accardo, you are doing great!

Skadi finally couldn't contain her joy anymore and waved her little fist in the corridor.

*

Beyond the tundra.

After thousands of kilometers of trekking, the Integration Movement finally left the hellish frozen plain. This was a mountain forest that had not been polluted by the magic of evil spirits. Although there were no birdsong and flowers, there was no need to worry about food and water.

During the evacuation of the tundra, we encountered the army's warships many times, but the other side ignored us and left in a hurry.

It seems that the situation deep in the tundra has reached its worst.

Maybe it's partly because of the Patriots.

Tallulah looked at the burly warrior holding the shield.

"Tallulah!"

Suddenly someone came running over shouting.

"What's wrong, Tarkov?"

"The Yeti team responsible for hunting today may not be able to go out."

"...Is Yelena suffering from an attack of mineral sickness?" Tallulah couldn't help but prepare for the worst.

"Yes, Miss Yelena's condition is very serious. Her body temperature is constantly dropping, and her magic is out of control, constantly condensing ice crystals around her. Just by lifting her onto the flat stone slab, we got several brothers' hands frostbitten."

"It's terrible," Tallulah closed the notebook in her hand. She had heard some stories about Yelena from the Patriots. There was no environment to heal her here. It was impossible for her to rely on ancient Sarkaz witchcraft again.

So, how should the altar be placed? The Yeti team responsible for hunting has not yet set out, so there is naturally no fresh blood or corpses of animals.

"Go first and take a look at the situation..." The Patriot came over and he said dully.

"We can't lose the Yeti Squad," Tallulah stated.

"The Integration Movement cannot afford to lose...anyone again."

The patriot pushed aside the branches and leaves that blocked his face and walked through the trees.

Yelena gasped in pain. The stone slabs were covered with thick white frost, and the surrounding soil was also covered with a layer of ice crystals. The air was so cold that it seemed as if breathing would freeze the lungs.

Tallulah used magic to create a ball of fire. She stood a little distance away, fearing that the rapid rise in temperature would burn Yelena's skin.

The Patriot looked up at the lush greenery above his head and said, "Little Banshee, is this your masterpiece?"

"Of course not," Logos said, sitting on the treetop, "but I brought a doctor with me."

093. Furong's Rice