Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

"Please come in."

Mike said without even looking up, and as the door opened, the person who walked in came straight to the desk without saying a word.

If the person coming was hostile, Mike would have sensed it immediately.

He looked up, only to see a mature woman who was much taller than any of the operators he had brought with him.

The lady had long black hair that was neatly combed, and she wore a headdress that was different from the Sami custom. She was looking at him with a melancholy look in her eyes.

"Hello?"

"Hello."

The opening remarks were so dry that Mike couldn't think of how to respond for a moment.

He had to sort out some of his thoughts and asked again, "Ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"You've done a lot for me, thank you very much."

Mike didn't know what to do next.

The lady standing in front of him seemed to be aware of the awkwardness of the situation and gave a sad smile.

"Mr. Mike, you really helped me a lot. Just a few days ago, something unexpected happened here. A child got your help, and her fate, which was supposed to go to the Styx, took a turn."

What happened a few days ago was nothing more than them taking control of the base camp from the demons, and if that was what the lady was referring to, Mike thought he could accept the thanks.

Out of politeness, he still asked: "There are many survivors in the base camp, and I saved many children. Madam, which one is your child? Maybe I have an impression."

As for why this lady was frowning, she had such a beautiful face but always looked like a bitter gourd. Mike secretly guessed that it might be related to her experience.

For example, if a woman loses her husband and unfortunately becomes a helpless widow with a child who has not yet grown up.

Kelsey is on top.

There is nothing worse than this.

Mike suppressed his wild thoughts and tried to be as brief as possible so as not to hurt the poor lady.

But what the lady said next stunned him.

"Mr. Mike, my child's name is Typhon. He is a Sarkaz and a demon hunter."

How could Mike not recognize Typhon? The little girl was holding a huge bow that ordinary people could not use at all, and she spoke to people in an air of being old-fashioned, but she had excellent qualities and could be of great use.

Typhon's mother was standing right in front of him? !

No, no.

Mike seemed to remember something, and a memory from the past emerged in his mind.

Typhon is a Sarkaz and a demon hunter, these two points are true. Her only relative is a branch of the Sarkaz, the Cyclops Elki, a famous prophet of Sami.

In other words, the person in front of him is Elki himself.

The Cyclops is not only a Sarkaz, but also gave birth to a Demon King. Through the Demon King's crown, we can briefly glimpse a corner of the future.

It was for this reason that the Cyclops left Kazdel and came to the distant and cold Sami Icefield.

As for what the devil actually saw, outsiders have no way of knowing.

"Are you Ms. Elki?"

Mike quickly stood up.

He was wrong before. Elki was not a widow, and saying that was a slander to her.

The man couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had been too relaxed recently and had lost his original vigilance.

Mike, Mike, you can't do this anymore.

"Mr. Mike, do you remember me?"

Mike smiled and said, "How many people who have entered the Sami Ice Field don't know the name of the prophet Elqi?"

Elqi said shyly: "These are all misunderstandings from others, please don't take it to heart."

It’s not up to you to decide whether it’s a misunderstanding or not.

Michael pulled a chair over and asked Elki to sit down and talk.

After all, the Cyclops is 188 centimeters tall, and the pressure he exerts when he stands up is too great.

"Thank you."

Elki seemed to have guessed what Mike was thinking. She sat in a chair that was smaller than her, with her legs together and her hands on her abdomen.

"Ma'am, you definitely came here to see me for more than just little Typhon."

As a prophet, Elki already knew that Typhon was safe and sound, so she must have another reason for coming alone.

Mike carefully recalled what had just happened, and while Elki remained calm, he was the first to laugh.

Elki asked in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"I am laughing at the coincidence of fate, Ms. Elki. Before we start our conversation today, I have a question for you."

Mike placed his hands on the table and interlaced his fingers.

He looked at the Cyclops's almost expressionless face and asked briefly, "Ms. Elki, how many times have you knocked on my office door today?"

Previously, Elki was able to maintain a calm expression, but when Mike asked this question, her expression suddenly changed.

"Mr. Mike, do you know what you are talking about?"

The 188cm tall lady stood up suddenly, losing her composure and putting her hands on the table, almost touching Mike's face.

Mike was not afraid at all and said calmly, "Ms. Elki, you knew I was here from the moment you walked in. The first thing you said when you saw me was not to introduce yourself. Instead, when I asked you a question, you seemed to have already known the answer.

Add to that your special identity, and if I can't figure out the reason behind all these conditions, I'm afraid you'll get up and leave right away."

Mike's words deeply touched Alqi's heart.

The Cyclops sat back in his chair dejectedly and said something that made Mike's heart surge.

"Mr. Mike, this is the eighth time we have met each other."

63. Ragna, let me explain

Eighth time?

It’s the eighth time?

When these words came out of Elki's mouth, Mike's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, but considering the special circumstances of the Sami Ice Field and the racial talents of the Cyclops, he seemed to have no choice but to believe it.

Elqi's initial thanks was also an expression of her sincerity to Mike.

After all, Typhon is in Mike's hands.

Although the Demon Hunter is very capable in fighting, he is much cuter than the scary guy Mike.

Madam, you don’t want Typhon to be bullied, do you?

Mike complained in his heart and continued to think about the information that Elqi brought him.

The foresight of the Cyclops must be respected even in Kazdel. Although he didn't know what happened in the first seven meetings with Elki, Mike didn't think it would be good.

"I have experienced similar situations many times in Sammy. It is not always possible to meet Rhodes Island operators, and it is not always possible to meet you smoothly."

The words that Elki added later sounded like a patch.

Mike tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He gathered his scattered gaze and said seriously, "But every time I meet you, it corresponds to something that happened to Sammy, right?"

Elki didn't answer, her expression said it all.

Typhon, Typhon, your nearest and dearest came to me, but not for you.

Well, maybe there's a little bit of you in it, but it's not really about you.

Mike said bluntly: "Let's solve the current trouble first, and deal with the rest later."

The Cyclops looked as if he had seen through you a long time ago, and replied, "In half an hour, a conflict will occur at the entrance to the base camp, and if no one stops it, Ragna will die under Typhon's giant bow."

Ragna?

How is it related to Ragna?

Mike remembered what Holhaiya said when he left, connected the cause and effect, and immediately got up and ran outside.

Are you kidding me, is this really allowed to happen?

Ragna Yuanshan is a very important person to him.

As for why the fortune teller came to the base camp, is that a problem?

He simply brought people here for support, but something unexpected happened.

Elqi watched Mike run out quickly. She remained sitting there without moving. She didn't move until she could no longer see the man. Then she lowered her head and murmured, "Why are you so different this time from before?"

……

Mike's snowmobile almost brushed against Ragna's Originium skill and stopped.

He looked at a tarot card inserted more than ten centimeters away and thought that if his driving skills were a little worse, he would be experiencing the pleasure of electrotherapy right now.

"who are you?"

The snowmobile was located between the two sides. Ragna stopped what she was doing. She was less than two hundred meters away from the large force behind her. The collapsed body, which lacked effective long-range attack methods, could not prevent her from getting reinforcements.

Mike was wearing a thick wind and snow coat and a mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed. If he did not reveal his identity actively, the possibility of recognizing him, even by familiar people, would be infinitely close to zero.

"Ms. Ragna, please listen to me. I am not the collapsed body you mentioned, nor am I the product of your distorted cognition."

The man jumped off the snowmobile and walked towards the fortune teller step by step.

Ragna frowned. Collapsed entities rarely show such intelligence. As for cognitive distortion...

Before she could come to a conclusion, she saw the man walking towards her unbutton his coat, revealing the clothes he was wearing underneath.

That's Rhodes Island's uniform!

A few months ago, when Mike met Kal'tsit at Longmen, he asked her for this dress. His purpose was to wear this dress in case he encountered something that he couldn't explain and the stubborn operators refused to listen to him.

The original idea was just to give myself an extra alternative plan, but I didn't expect to actually use it.

Mike hadn't worn Dr. Rhodes Island's clothes for a long time. Now that he put on this coat, he felt a long-lost feeling from the bottom of his heart.

For several months, he was Mike, the owner of the auto repair shop, and only now has he become Dr. Ann from Rhode Island again.

However, when Ragna saw this scene, the expression on her face was first shock, then nostalgia, and then turned into deep hatred.

She had thought of countless possible outcomes of events, but she had never imagined that they would turn out like this.

The Doctor is the eternal pain in her heart, and the collapsed body in front of her has turned into the person in her mind.

Damn.

The prophet could hardly suppress the rage in his heart. Ragna took out several tarot cards from between his fingers. His face was gloomy and without saying a word, he flicked his fingers towards Mike not far away, and the tarot cards flew straight over.

When Mike saw this scene, he didn't move much. The cold north wind blew up his Rhode Island doctor's coat and the gray hair on his forehead.

The man sighed deeply. He knew that things would turn out like this. Ragna would never listen to his explanation so easily. She had already preconceived that they were all collapsed bodies. However, the real collapsed body was not behind her.

Mike shouted loudly: "Ragna, if I can get to you, please give me a chance, how about that? Just like I have listened to your divination interpretation, you should also listen to my explanation."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Ragna to respond and walked towards the tarot cards projected by the fortune teller.

The fortune teller prepared a lot of cards, which contained her Originium skills and were released when they flew into the air.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled across the snowfield and roared in the low sky.

Mike walked without stopping in the face of the violent thunder and lightning. With each step he took, he walked a certain distance and happened to get stuck between the gaps where each tarot card fell to the ground.

So, Ragna and the team members standing at the back and watching saw a scene that made them dumbfounded.

On the snowy field where thunder and lightning were dancing, Mike calmly interspersed Ragna's Originium skills as if he was on a picnic.

The energy of more than ten tarot cards was exhausted, the thunder gradually stopped, and Mike was already standing in front of Ragna.

"Yuanshan, are you willing to listen to my explanation now?"

The answer he got was the last tarot card that popped out from between Ragna's fingers.

The card landed on Mike's chest without any surprise.

"Who are you?"