Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

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But on the other side, in Kal'tsit's office.

Dr. Kal'tsit was looking at the report, and then...

"Peng!"

The door behind them was suddenly kicked open.

"Kal'tsit... Kal'tsit... Kal'tsit! Something terrible has happened!!!"

A guy, panting heavily and struggling to catch his breath, stumbled in and took several breaths before he could finish speaking.

The reckless fellow is named Kroos.

He is the chief engineer here.

Although there are only a few people in the engineering department itself.

But her existence is indeed very important.

But what happened that caused this reckless behavior?

"What's wrong? You look so flustered."

Kal'tsit put down the report in her hand and turned around.

Kroos is indeed a very reckless Sarkaz.

He always gives off an unreliable first impression, and his physical strength is so weak that he doesn't seem like a Sarkaz vampire who came from Kazdel at all.

However, given that she had been instructed not to disturb her unnecessarily, Kroos's sudden bursting in through the door in this manner must have been quite unexpected.

Having worked together for many years, she knew what kind of person Kroos was.

"Outside...outside...outpost three, the medic said Logos told her to come back."

Kroos spoke haltingly, but it was still understandable what the other person was saying.

But so what? Kal'tsit certainly knew the importance of Logos, the veteran caster operator.

But it doesn't sound that urgent at all...

"So? What did the medic say when he came back?"

"She said... Logos pinched her shoulder three times, telling her to come back..."

He massaged her shoulders three times.

Logos used to be a high-ranking mercenary. There's a rule among mercenaries that when a squad is on a search mission, the person behind will put their hand on the shoulder of the person in front to keep moving forward silently and slowly.

Because there are situations where talking is not allowed, people behind will pinch the shoulder of the person in front three times to remind them to stop when they notice something is wrong.

This is the rule among mercenaries.

And now, the message that logos wants to convey is quite simple.

If any situation arises, Logos himself must appear and call someone back to report.

Kal'tsit was well aware of Logos's status. Such a veteran operator would not lie about military intelligence; on the contrary, her judgments carried weight and authority.

It seems the situation is not as simple as it appeared.

Without paying any more attention to the management report on the table, Kal'tsit, always decisive and efficient, immediately prepared to leave.

Hey! Where are you going?!

"No need to sound the alarm. Kroos, just watch this place and wait for my message."

Leaving Kroos alone in the office, without any guards or attendants, Kal'tsit stepped into the elevator alone, preparing to head to Outpost Three.

Logos has almost never sent such a signal before, so this time, it might really be a crisis for the Tower of Babel.

However, the situation is clearly not that bad yet. At least Logos has time to send someone back instead of firing a signal flare to set off the main ship's alarm.

The vast majority of Babel's personnel are scattered throughout Kazdel on missions, with only the smallest task force and a few elite operators on the main ship.

If a conflict were to break out at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That's why her appearance was necessary.

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Sitting in front of a monster and talking about life is no fun at all.

In logos' eyes, he felt as if he were sitting in front of a raging fire, with huge energy fluctuations scorching everything around him and even distorting the light itself.

Even the slightest mistake can lead to unpredictable behavior from the other party.

This was dangerous. But thankfully, she managed to finish asking all the questions she could.

Or rather, before the other party's patience completely runs out.

A slightly cool hand was placed on her shoulder.

P.S.: First update!!!

Chapter 118, Section 123: The Showdown at the Noodle Stall

"For now, you can call me Kal'tsit."

Just as they were anticipating the other party's move, a woman appeared.

Short silver hair and those emerald green eyes.

The wary and indifferent look in its eyes reminded sodium chloride of a domestic cat.

He was aloof and arrogant, and sat down in the seat that the Sarkaz sorceress had previously occupied. He rested his hands on the simple table, propped his chin up, and, like the woman in front of him, remained expressionless.

"..."

"Is that your sister?"

After a long silence, the battle between the two expressionless men finally came to a conclusion.

Or rather, there's no need to determine who wins or loses, since everyone has different goals.

Kal'tsit had no idea who the person in front of her was, where they came from, where they were going, or why they were there.

However, it was clear that Kal'tsit could not recall any image of the woman in front of her.

They are people they have never met before, and they cannot even determine the other party's race.

But it's quite obvious that the two people may belong to the same category.

"Yes, we just brought her here for a check-up."

The conversation has died out again.

But a new breakthrough has emerged.

That silver-haired little girl.

Kal'tsit's gaze fell on the girl.

Very strange.

Regarding the relationship between the two, Kal'tsit prided herself on her extensive knowledge.

The longer you live, the more stories you have, the more painful your scars become, and the worse your temper gets.

She believed that anyone could reach the age she had seen.

He has a bad temper, doesn't talk much, but possesses far-sighted insight.

For example, the guy in front of me.

Kal'tsit saw countless things in those blue-gray eyes.

Death, slaughter, vicissitudes, and a suspenseful calm.

It's obvious that she's not her original self now; she's more like a fake mask.

With its long lifespan and immense strength, the opponent's posture resembled that of a god walking on the earth, rather than a human.

Looking down upon everything in the world.

Compared to Kal'tsit herself, the silver-haired girl in front of her was clearly more severely mutated.

Under the dual pressure of time and space, they gradually lost their ability to empathize and turned into nameless monsters.

Living solely for one obsession.

Kal'tsit has seen many things like this.

Emotional chains... well.

The all-knowing Kal'tsit immediately saw the relationship between the girl and the girl in front of her.

He took the medical report from the medical officer and casually flipped through it to check the girl's physical condition.

"Her condition is not optimistic. Her somatic cell Originium fusion rate is close to 14%, and the Originium crystal density in her blood has reached 0.29u/L, which is already considered a severe infection."

As he spoke, he turned the report around and placed it in front of the silver-haired girl.

“Under normal circumstances, I would definitely advise patients to seek medical attention promptly. Although it cannot be cured, it can extend lifespan. Living a few more years is much better than dying immediately…”

As he spoke, his emerald green eyes shifted from the report to the girl in front of him.

"However, we need to consult with the patient's family regarding the rules."

—You certainly wouldn't agree, would you?

However, Kal'tsit would never say such a thing. Being very good at speaking in official jargon, she naturally has a more tactful way of dealing with the dangerous person in front of her.

But more importantly, it's about figuring out the other party's intentions.

She didn't believe that the dangerous man in front of her, who seemed like a human-shaped natural disaster, was a kind-hearted person who had brought an innocent child for a checkup.

If such a person truly existed, Terra wouldn't be in this state.

"I need some more time to consider her future."

How could she agree to such a thing so quickly? After all, an organization like Babel Tower wasn't that well-known in this land, so Sodium Chloride wasn't in a hurry to decide. Instead, she continued to try to find out the truth. Deciding too quickly would arouse the other party's suspicion, while a decisive refusal would make it seem like there was a rift in her relationship with Yelena.

Besides, her purpose in coming here was merely to find out the truth.

There is no other possibility for an infected person to immediately join some dubious organization or association unless they have nowhere else to turn.

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This ship full of people must be the main characters.

The woman in front of her had a protagonist symbol floating above her head, but the color didn't match, so she didn't seem to be the person she was looking for.

Occasionally, the passing operators would also have protagonist symbols floating around them.

This is incredible; the probability of these people having symbols above their heads is extremely high.

The two, each with their own ulterior motives, sat across a table.

Sodium chloride had its own plans, and so did Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit's eyes slowly narrowed.

she···

I felt that the person in front of me looked somewhat familiar.

It seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

"Have I... seen you somewhere before?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Kal'tsit felt the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly change!

This reaction, in fact, confirmed Kal'tsit's idea.

They must have met somewhere before.