Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

All around, stood a number of Ursus mercenaries.

"This is your goal. If all goes well, you will create a legend, a story, in this generation."

In the future, evil people will always mention your infamy and take it as their example.

It feels like one in a million.

Kosichrie said this, and the Ursus people stared at the portrait like fanatics, as if they could become legends by capturing the girl.

Indeed, it is true that doing something shocking or outrageous makes one more memorable.

For example, finding a way to blow up the Arasaka Company with a nuclear bomb, or kidnapping the heiress of the Taikoo Group.

However, once you do something like that, it's very difficult to survive.

However, judging from their fanatical expressions, it seems they were already prepared for the worst.

In a world where everything comes at a price, it is indeed easier to achieve one's goals if one is aware of this.

Because they don't care about losing more, or rather, they were already prepared to lose.

“What a boring proposal, Kosiché.”

Suddenly, in this seemingly perfect pre-battle meeting, with everyone eager and ready to fight, a discordant voice rang out.

That was the silver-haired woman sitting on the sofa, silently watching everything.

The golden pupils were devoid of any warmth, giving the impression of the eyes of a cold-blooded animal.

Who the hell do you think you are?!

Before Kosicche spoke, it was his dog that was kept in captivity.

The Ursus people were engrossed in pursuing fame and fortune, fully displaying the evil in their hearts, and naturally could not tolerate anyone saying that this matter was "boring".

What's more, she was a woman who, after arriving here, did nothing but watch everything and didn't say a word.

Even though she brought a portrait, it didn't stop these Ursus people from displaying their male chauvinism.

People always form their perception of others based on their first impression, let alone these Ursus mercenaries who fight to the death.

"When did dogs start barking at griffins?"

"A griffin? What's that? No! What do you mean, you bitch?!"

Seemingly pleased with the farce, Kosiché made no attempt to stop it, instead watching it all with a subtle smile.

The mercenary leader was nearly two meters tall; as expected of an Ursus, he was as strong as an animal.

Compared to it, sodium chloride, which is only 1.63 meters tall, has to raise its head to look at it.

Sodium chloride itself doesn't care about these issues. If a dog barks at you, would you argue back?

Of course not, but someone can pull out a shotgun and let it know who's in charge.

Before she could finish speaking, the woman didn't say anything, but instead kicked the Ursus mercenary in the knee.

"Well!!"

The mercenary was completely taken aback that this small woman dared to attack him!

Given his size and build, it's doubtful he could even survive the harsh winter of Ursus, yet he dared to hit him!?

However, something incredible happened. Before the man could dodge, his knee, which was equipped with knee pads and was full of muscles, fell backward in a bizarre posture with a "crack" because of this kick.

The intense pain made the man instinctively want to cry out. His own weight pressed against the wound that had bent backward, making it impossible for him to continue standing. As he fell downward, his face finally reached the same level as the sodium chloride.

"Who gave you permission to look down on the gods?"

It's too high, I don't like looking at it, so I knelt down.

As she spoke, the girl threw a punch.

The next moment, the wooden door and the flying man made intimate contact. The instantaneous impact shattered the wooden door, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Ah this.

Everyone else was completely dumbfounded. The mercenary leader looked like a character from a comedy comic, his face a bloody mess after being beaten by a woman, and then...

It flew away?!

She clapped her hands, seemingly to brush off the dirt, and pointed to the second tallest of the remaining mercenaries.

"You become the boss."

At this point, the cunning Kosiché clapped his hands to make his presence known and ended the farce.

"As expected of my ally, simple and straightforward. But it's boring, what do you mean by that?"

Koschke doesn't seem to realize just how bad an impression he has on sodium chloride.

"So-called legends are just a kidnapping case? Is the cost of being a bad guy that low these days?"

Who is Koschke? He's a super villain, belonging to a different system than sodium chloride but on the same level.

After all, one is a native of the land, and the other is a villain brought in by a system.

But now this villain has gone to such great lengths only to commit a kidnapping.

"Hmm, it seems you've misunderstood. This is just one part of the process."

This is merely a concerto in a grand conspiracy.

He's not the kind of person who would just give up after getting a ransom.

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"That guy is dead."

The deserted factory area clearly showed signs of battle.

Unlike the Guard Bureau personnel, these Sarkaz mercenaries, who came from the flames of war, had long since made war their entire life. Naturally, their cognitive and observational abilities were also stronger than those of the Guard Bureau personnel.

It was easy to tell that a battle had taken place here.

Although the body has been removed and the burn marks on the ground have gradually faded over time, the traces left here will never disappear.

There's also that faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

"The Royal Guard Bureau has been here."

"Yes, and the gangs here have also suffered annihilation."

The captain half-squatted on the ground, looking at the marks that only a knife could leave.

"The people from the Guard Bureau are really incompetent; they can't even do the most basic thing like tracking the original traces left in the air."

As he spoke, the man at the head of the group stood up.

"Let's go, let's settle the accounts."

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P.S.: I'm so sleepy, I'm dying from staying up all night writing, sob sob.

Section 70, Chapter Sixty-Eight: Beauty and the Beast

"Resonance? What is that?"

The little girl still didn't understand the meaning, but Pianna said it didn't matter, it didn't matter if she didn't understand, because there was still plenty of time.

"Hmm, is it still early?"

Suddenly, just as she was carrying the package she had taken from the newsstand on the street and preparing to go home, several figures appeared on the road.

A few guys dressed in tattered clothes, but reeking of gunpowder.

Sarkaz mercenaries.

His equipment was quite chaotic, with homemade gear, as well as short guns, crossbows, and even a staff and a longsword that may have come from the Sarkaz, all carried on his back.

They appear to be seasoned veterans, yet they lack any formal employment status.

Yelena keenly noticed the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood on these people and moved slightly to the side.

The other party did not show any hostility, and walked briskly like a passerby on the street.

And so they passed each other by without incident.

"Whoo~"

It looks like nothing happened.

Yelena seems to have an instinctive aversion to people who might feel a sense of crisis because of recent events.

Dangerous people, people who seem to have ill intentions, and people who are crazy—even if they don't exude any malice, these kinds of people would make Yelena instinctively want to stay away.

And we must be extremely careful.

Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was her martial arts training and her past experiences that made Yelena wary. Seeing the group walking further and further away, Yelena didn't turn back. She didn't want to attract attention, and instead quickly disappeared into the alley.

However, what she didn't know was that the Sarkaz mercenaries stopped in their tracks the moment the girl stepped into the alley.

"It's very mild, but it tastes the same."

The leading man slowly gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Is it her? Is she the one who knows what's going on?"

His men were also preparing to draw their weapons and go to the scene to interrogate the suspects and get the results they wanted.

The Sarkaz don't have the concept of humanity. After all, years of war have long since eroded the last vestiges of humanity, so what humanity is left to speak of?

No, it's not the right time yet.

"bass!"

The short knife flashed in his hand. Sarkaz people always carry a dagger on their person, regardless of who they are or what the situation is. At least that dagger is never out of their sight. Only the weapon in their hand can be trusted.

These are the Sarkaz people.

The tip of the knife was pointing at a shadowy spot beside him.

"Come out! Did you think I didn't know you'd been observing from the sidelines for so long?!"

At that moment, the henchmen around them realized that a woman was standing in the shadows against the wall!

Moreover, she's a Sarkaz woman.

"Hmm, not bad eye."

Clapping her hands, the girl slowly walked out of the shadows. However, when the sunlight shone on her again, the Sarkaz mercenaries finally recognized who she was.

The other party was indeed a Sarkaz, that's for sure, but...

Behind the subtle smile lies a completely different temperament from theirs.

Female mercenaries are not uncommon in Kazdel, a place known for its war and violence. Mercenaries come in all genders and ages, but nobles are rarely seen in Kazdel.

"Good morning, gentlemen who are trying to do strange things to young girls."

Although he was dressed in casual clothes, his demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary Sarkaz person; it was a blend of arrogance and wildness, elegance and wickedness.

Since they are nobles, their status must match.

As for the casual clothes, the leading man was quite knowledgeable; at least he could recognize that what looked like casual clothes was actually a custom-made garment.

It is a luxury item that cannot be washed, ironed, dry cleaned, or recycled. It must be discarded after being worn a few times and getting dirty.

Her crimson eyes gleamed eerily in the sunlight, and her pale golden hair and dark red chitinous horns gave her a sharp yet elegant look.

The sound of the heels striking the cement floor was crisp and pleasant.

Pianna looks too young, at least in the character design. She lacks the elegance and grace of a mature woman. Even with some accessories, she doesn't have that languid air. Instead, her eyes are sharp and her allure is like that of forbidden fruit.

She took a small step back, slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, her posture elegant, arrogant yet reserved, looking down on everyone with a haughty air. It was a pretentious "equality" that was actually a contemptuous condescension.

They aren't overly aggressive, but they aren't overly humble either; nobles are just that kind of creature—they take advantage of kindness.

Speak softly.

"You can call me Pianna."

Nobles valued elaborate and lengthy rituals, but had no sense of propriety whatsoever.

Because this is just the rule of the game.