The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

He suddenly pinched Huafalin's face, which was a little chubby and soft, and a little cold because of the cold wind.

"Never mind, I promise..."

Before Akado could finish his words, his mouth was blocked.

The girl hugged his neck tightly, her eyes blurred with tears, "I want it."

"Go to my dormitory..." She bit the corner of Accardo's mouth gently.

(1000 words of details omitted here. Hey, I'll save you some cat coins, you're welcome.)

Under Quill's horrified gaze, Rhodes Island welcomed a beautiful morning.

In the operator dormitory E002, Acardo sat on the sofa in the living room.

In his arms lay a petite blood demon girl.

"Hello, Quill."

Huafalin showed a smile full of evil humor, "Come on, call me mom. There will be a reward~"

098. Going to Colombia soon

The news that Warfarin moved into dormitory E002 is one of the hottest gossips in Rhodes Island recently.

Everyone generally believed that this senior from the medical department and Acardo were not a good match...

Because in her daily life, she is not so...mature and steady? When she walks with Acardo, she looks like a little girl who needs to be taken care of.

Rather, even Akado's adopted daughter, Quill, often behaves much more maturely than Warfarin.

This Liberian girl can often be seen politely greeting people she meets in the corridors, and visiting elite operators with various homemade snacks to build relationships with them.

Everyone liked this well-behaved and sensible girl, so they were willing to give her advice and teach her whatever she wanted to learn.

Akado was even more satisfied. It was a good thing that Rhodes Island's resources were being utilized well.

"Thank you for your teachings," Quill bowed to a Sakota woman.

Today, Feather Pen was wearing a beige sweater, a short skirt, black cotton socks, and a pair of long boots made of warthog leather. She looked like she had just gone through intense exercise, with sweat on her forehead and her hair wet, her face flushed, and she was panting slightly.

"You're welcome," Outcast smiled gently, "You are very talented in combat, especially your reflexes are excellent, and your dynamic vision is also top-notch, so you are very suitable for learning the crossbow."

"Ah..." Feather Pen pinched the hem of her clothes, a little confused. She never thought she could get such praise. Today in the training room, she followed Outcast to learn some methods of avoiding enemy attacks at close range, such as combining cover and pace to avoid high-speed arrows. The effect was obvious, and the sniper operators in charge of archery left in a sullen mood.

"I can introduce you to Stormeye. He's quite free lately and wouldn't mind teaching a talented and polite student."

"Isn't that too much trouble?" Quill waved his hand quickly, feeling a little embarrassed to be helped so enthusiastically.

"Trouble? Of course not. Don't underestimate your charm. My colleagues all like you very much." Outcast took out his meal card and shook it. "Let's go. I'll treat you to a meal."

"I should be the one asking you..."

"Don't disturb the teacher's mood of taking care of students," Outcast patted Quill's shoulder, "You are also my student, right?"

"Yes, Ms. Outcast... Well, thank you for your hard work, teacher!" Following Outcast's eye contact, the girl obediently corrected her address.

"......" Outcast nodded with satisfaction. She could see that Quill was not in a good mood.

The child is not good at expressing her emotions, just like her adoptive father.

She guessed that Quill might have encountered something bad, but kept it to himself and didn't tell anyone.

Outcast knew she had no position to mediate the other party's family relationship or to find out what the girl was thinking. As a senior, the only thing she could do was to "treat her for dinner".

......

Ever since Akado came to Rhodes Island and the sudden appearance of the doctor, Kal'tsit no longer issued those heavy and difficult tasks, nor did she make deals with the city-state nobles that would harm innocent people.

Rhodes Island is rarely peaceful. Doctors are treating patients, operators are training hard and doing their jobs, and the entertainment area is always crowded after get off work.

Overtime? Rhodes Island is not short of supplies or money, and its finances are quite sufficient.

A certain doctor who always hides his appearance under a hood and mask was parachuted into the management team and quickly planned and adjusted the work content of various departments in Rhodes Island. It was visibly more convenient and efficient to do things, and the originally complicated matters were rationally allocated.

It’s not like I have the whole weekend off, but I have plenty of rest time every day.

Texas was assigned to work at a trading post. Accardo said that this was to allow her to gain some experience in related fields, which would be useful when she went to Colombia.

Miss Nian, on the other hand, has a lot of free time. Without any blacksmithing tasks assigned to her, she just wanders around stealing things around. Recently, she even asked some operators to spend the whole day in the cinema tinkering with something...making a movie?

Most of the members of the Reunion Movement were in poor health. In their evacuation of the tundra, they passed through many natural disaster sites along the way. Their oripathy had tended to worsen to varying degrees, and they were all lying in the medical department receiving treatment.

Most of the infected people who have controlled their disease have chosen to join Rhodes Island.

Compared to the cruel tundra, life on this land ship is warm and beautiful. Everyone carries their ideals and moves forward.

This is also an organization dedicated to helping infected people, and compared to the grass-roots team like the Integration Movement, the system is undoubtedly more reliable, safer, and more trustworthy...

However, Tallulah did not stop this. She had anticipated this when she cut off the integration movement to evacuate the tundra.

Especially since he had been controlled by the Black Snake many times and was rescued by Skadi.

Failure, embarrassing evacuation, and continuous sacrifices.

She recognized the reality and understood how unrealistic the integration movement was.

"Captain, are we going to join Rhodes Island?"

"I can't join..." Wendigo answered his shield guard in a hoarse voice, "If you are tired, you can stay."

He continued, "Don't worry, just take care of Yelena and the children."

"..." The soldiers who had taken off their heavy armor looked at each other.

"Then you..." The trusted adjutant looked at the great general in confusion.

"There are always people who need to withstand the wind and snow," Wendigo stated his will, "There are always people who need to face fate."

He was waiting, waiting for the devil to judge him.

Bozhukas thanked Rhodes Island for lending a helping hand to the integration movement on the verge of collapse, and also thanked the doctors for saving his daughter.

But he also knew that Rhodes Island was the palace of the young demon king.

The ancient blood of the royal court throbs all the time, warning him of the price of betraying his bloodline and crown.

Whether it was life or death, fate or war, Bodrakastí was never afraid.

He will not submit to death, nor will he repay kindness with evil.

He will fight, strive and redeem himself in his own way.

Akado passed by the lounge and threw a bottle of Ursa's specialty water of life. "You seem to be ready to die."

"If the Demon King needs it."

"She's still young and can't figure out her responsibilities yet. Congratulations on being able to live a little longer."

Akado didn't care about the harmful effects of alcohol and took a sip happily. The strong smell of alcohol made the Ursus people in the room feel itchy.

"You, there's a kiss mark on your neck, you didn't wipe it clean." Bozhukas opened the bottle cap for him and said suddenly.

"......" Acardo glanced at him, "What a cold joke."

"No need to be so polite. Rhodes Island will leave Ursus soon."

"Where to go?"

"Colombia."

099. Don't make a fuss, the bed will make noises

Quill, sweating profusely, returned to dormitory E002 and prepared to happily take a hot bath in the bathroom.

Coincidentally, she met Warfarin who was also sweating profusely.

Warfarin limped out of Akado's room, her cheeks rosy and she was wearing a light white dress. The thin fabric was soaked with sweat, and the poppies covered with dew were faintly visible in the flawless white snow.

Out of consideration for gender differences, one of the three bathrooms was reserved for Akado. She gave the feather pen a gentle smile and went into Akado's bathroom.

"......" Quill didn't say anything, but clenched his fists unconsciously.

She hated Warfarin.

I can't explain the reason for this dislike.

It was like the thing that was most precious to me was taken away so easily, and I felt unwilling and angry.

As she grew older, she realized that such emotions were wrong and that she shouldn't fall in love with Accardo.

but......

The quill couldn't help itself.

She deeply loved the blood demon who had cared for her, taught her, sheltered her, and saved her life.

For her, Akado is a life mentor, a savior, a father, a brother, and a guide... Ever since she lost her family and left her hometown, Akado has become everything in her life.

"So, you're scared?"

Klushel asked her listlessly while sitting at the counter of the shopping mall.

The quill was in a daze, feeling unhappy, and it took a long time for it to utter a "hmm."

"Are you afraid that Akado will have Senior Huafalin and then abandon you?"

"No." The feather pen answered immediately, and she subconsciously raised the volume, as if she was refutating, or as if she was deceiving herself.

"Okay, I understand," Klushier made a cup of hot instant coffee and put it on the table.

In a rare move, she did not take the opportunity to extort service fees or money for coffee.

The blood demon was not even as cheerful as usual, and her mood was a little low. "I am Akado's student, you know?"

"That's why I came to see you..." Quill took the porcelain cup and took a sip of coffee. It was bitter, just like her mood.

"I followed him from Kazdel to Columbia, and then to the distant Sargon. We have been together for more than ten years..." Krusil suddenly stared at the quill. "Although Akado pointed out the way forward for me and gave me countless channels to explore my talents, he never thought I was important. Do you understand why?"

"......" Quill pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing.

"You should know that you are different from me. You are actually very important to him."

Kuluciel seemed to be jealous. "He regards you as the continuation of his thoughts and will, and as the inheritance of an idea."

"What a pointless worry," the engineer lady said, her words becoming a little harsh. "If you have a romantic vision for him, you could just say it out loud instead of worrying about it in secret."

"But, I am..."

"Adopted daughter? You are his chosen heir. Hey, your mental health is something that people care about," Klushel's tone became increasingly sour, "You always keep your troubles to yourself, which will only disappoint him."

“Admitting your shortcomings is also a form of growth.”

"I, I understand..." Quill held the porcelain cup tightly, "I will go and communicate with father..."

Still shy. But Lucille narrowed her eyes, she wished she could replace the identity and status of the feather pen.

Her numerous confessions seemed like nothing more than childish jokes to Akado.

It is never taken seriously.

Ah, Klothir is just an apprentice who relied on Akado's connections and knowledge to find his way in life.

What Akado valued about her was simply her talent and the fact that they were of the same clan.

So, why can the feather pen become his successor... Perhaps, it is the purity of a blank sheet of paper that allows him to freely dye it with his own color.

The Liberian girls leave the shopping mall.

Klushier clicked his lips and looked at her receding back with a gloomy look.

Of course she liked Akado. Just like a quill, this man arrogantly imposed his thoughts and ideas on her, and then cut through the numerous difficulties from a high position, pointed out the most suitable path for her, and then provided support and encouragement without reservation.

Who wouldn't yearn for such strength? A strength that could easily overcome the fate determined by birth, bloodline, and talent?

Koluchil was taken out of that dark and narrow attic and could never go back.

Because she has seen the arrogance and heat of the sun.

I can endure the darkness if I never see the light.

*

"Hey, it's a quill," the mysterious hooded man looked at the quill in surprise.