Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

Milan coughed and said seriously, "Rhodes Island has the highest level of medical care in the world, and for those infected, it has the absolute top level of Oripathy research."

"To put it bluntly, if Oripathy is so severe that it can't be controlled even on Rhodes Island, then we might as well give up on treatment outside. I'm not kidding."

Milan spoke very seriously, and Hrag listened very attentively: if it were just words like "maybe," "possibly," or "probably," he might have just taken it as "industry hype" and been skeptical; but since Milan had guaranteed the quality of the product to this extent, he became more attentive.

"As for the last point, well, I don't really want to talk about that."

The conversation shifted abruptly, and Milan's tone became subtle; before Hrag could adjust from the overly formal introduction to the suddenly relaxed atmosphere, he saw Milan twitch the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression that looked like a mix of toothache and stomachache.

"...Rhodes Island operates on a seven-hour workday, with five days on and two days off per week, and twenty days of annual leave per year."

(Empty). U705.COM First release. The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sudden change in atmosphere was like the background music abruptly switching from the shrewd and capable march of the job posting to a strange and comical tune—Hrag's weathered face, which had always been composed, also showed a rare moment of blankness, as if his brain was processing some overclocked information.

With 44 years of combat experience, a military career spanning half his life, fighting for the Ursus Empire in the north and south, commanding an army and managing a clinic, and suffering from Oripathy in his later years, the old man can be said to have a deep understanding of the hardships of all walks of life on this land.

Infected, high-tech company, room and board provided, seven-hour workday, weekends off, twenty-day annual leave, super-sized medical insurance—these words combined to create an impact and shock on the old general that was even more intense than the Knights of the Silver Spears of Kazimierz.

For the first time, his solemn expression cracked with astonishment, and he repeated almost instinctively incredulously, "What treatment? Say it again?"

"Seven-hour workday, five days on, two days off, and twenty days of annual leave."

Helag: "..."

The old man, who seemed to have burned out his CPU, fell silent again, this time for even longer. It took him a while to recover from the bewilderment he felt in the wind. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and carried a different kind of complex emotion.

"So, what are the specific details regarding the work and treatment of those infected..."

"Don't worry about Rhodes Island's level of Oripathy research and care, sir. I can guarantee it. It's the highest level on this land, bar none... Oh, I see. You mean you're worried about the job duties of the infected?"

"As for regular jobs, Rhode Island also provides on-the-job training if necessary—rest assured, it's all legitimate work under normal circumstances."

Milan shrugged and spread her hands like a little bear, saying innocently, "And putting aside the distant past, Rhodes Island's publicly known CEO is also an infected person, right? That should be stated in the advertisement, right?"

Hrag: No... While it's called idealism, aren't you guys being a bit too idealistic?

What kind of company is this?

"So, what do you think? Aren't you impressed?"

Seeing the mixture of shock, doubt, and indescribable emotion on Hrag's face, Milan smiled teasingly and said, "After hearing all this solid stuff, General, do you now have any new thoughts about Rhodes Island?"

Still dazed from the intense brainstorming, Hrag looked at Milan upon hearing this and said softly, "I forgot to tell you, the reason I suddenly brought up Rhodes Island with you..."

"It's because the people from Rhodes Island contacted me earlier, saying they were interested in cooperating and wanted to come and negotiate with Azazel."

"……what?"

This time, it was his turn to have a question mark appear above his head.

While Milan was taken aback by the news that "Rhodes Island had already begun to make contact with Azazel," the atmosphere within the Reunion Movement in Chernobog was also completely different from what it had been a few days earlier.

Leaving aside other examples, the fact that the location used as the command center was transformed from a hidden, dilapidated warehouse into a noble residence that was "voluntarily" offered up already demonstrates the fruitful results they have achieved in recent days.

The streets were not only deserted and desolate, but also resembled a scene of riots and carnage.

However, most of the people on the street, those who have comfortably gathered together in a frenzy to drive their actions, the instigators of this devastating riot, are unlikely to care about such details.

It's hard to say what's going on in the hearts of those in charge.

At this latest Reunion Movement meeting, the lineup of attendees was even more complete than before: the leader, Talulah, still sat at the head of the table. The white-haired, black-dressed dragon girl was unsmiling, her composed demeanor both cold and menacing.

The Kingslayer stood quietly below her, a position that seemed to symbolize unwavering loyalty; next was Broken Bones, whose face was still somewhat pale, but had recovered to the point where he could at least attend the event. At this moment, his gas mask was placed on the table, and his face was filled with clear resentment.

Opposite him stood Mephistopheles, a white-haired boy in white robes, idly toying with his cane, yet his brows betrayed an unsettling neuroticism; Faust stood behind him, silent as a shadow.

The strikingly tall Patriot stood outside the table, unable to find his seat, with Frostnova standing beside him. On the other side was a Sarkaz man who had appeared earlier, dressed in typical mercenary attire, but without removing his helmet.

“Starting from the seventh district in the northwest, the third and fourteenth plots have also been basically cleared.”

Like a secretary, the regicide reported the battle situation in a calm voice: "The remaining military and police forces have been compressed into a few isolated strongholds and are no longer a threat. The current frontline objectives can be considered complete... According to the plan, we can continue our mission of advancing from controlling the core urban area to the subsequent plots."

“Very well, the men of Ursus are even more obtuse than we thought.”

Talulah nodded slightly: "Our operation has moved from the shadows to the light. Most areas are now settled. The next step is to clear out the remaining resistance and consolidate our control over the entire city."

“But, Chief.”

The Kingkiller said, "There's a special aspect to consider in the next offensive plan—in Plot Thirteen, the infiltration plan that was thwarted before Shattered Bones, there exists a Rust Gang called [Canned Goods]. They are quite powerful, and their leader is suspected to be a master."

"Do you remember that our duty strategy was to temporarily suspend operations, so when we assigned manpower to guide our compatriots in launching the offensive, we didn't pay attention to this area... Do we need to revise this plan now?"

Upon hearing the mention of the "canned goods" and the number thirteen plot, Broken Bones' breathing immediately became heavy. His face, usually hidden by a mask, was delicate and pretty like a girl's, but at this moment, he clearly showed an excited expression.

"That tin can... Leader! Leave it to me! I was careless last time, but this time I'm sure I can..."

"Come on, you little rascal."

Across from him, Mephistopheles, also with handsome features, spoke in a flippant voice, his face bearing undisguised mockery: "The infected in the city are useless. You didn't even manage to defeat a single one of them, and you slunk back with a squad of elite soldiers... Have your injuries healed? Do you want to embarrass yourself again? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to a pulp this time?"

"you!"

Shattered Bones suddenly stood up, his eyes almost spitting fire; Mephistopheles, however, paid no attention, his wicked smile meeting his gaze head-on, while only Faust silently emerged from the shadows behind him, casting an indifferent glance at him.

"Calm down, shatter bones."

Talulah silenced the heated exchange with a single glance. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"The Kingslayer, do you have more detailed information?"

“They were very quiet, even quieter than gangs in the conventional sense.”

The Kingkiller frowned slightly, then shook his head: "They occupied the territory that was originally the Cracked Tooth. Apart from making large-scale purchases of daily necessities, they mainly maintained the local gang order and there was no sign of friction with other gangs."

"Just like we told them, we're just a gang that just came from the wilderness and wants to make a living here for the long term."

"Being able to easily defeat Shattered Bones in a head-on confrontation is indeed a commendable tough nut to crack; it would be too boring to wear them down in pointless friction."

Talulah's gaze shifted to the map of Chernobog, then swept over the Reunion Movement cadres present, finally settling on the most formidable military force.

"Mr. Patriot, what are your thoughts on defeating and subjugating this fellow countrymen with greater force?"

The towering Wendigo fell silent as if deep in thought, then stepped forward, tapped the map on the conference table a few times with his halberd, shook his head, and said briefly in a sound like the grinding of rock:

"No."

"We must guard against attacks by the military and police on key areas."

"Not long ago, a military and police force attempted to break through our blockade and breach the controlled area. Everyone should know about this."

Patriot's voice was brief, and Froststar explained on his behalf: "To guard against possible further attacks by the military and police, the guerrilla forces should not move rashly at this time of year."

"Are you talking about those cuties at school?"

Mephistopheles immediately perked up, his eyes lighting up as he revealed a cruelly naive smile: "You can leave that to me!"

"I can take care of the school, Frostnova! I can definitely help look after them, can't I!"

Chapter 84 - The Visit (1/80)

"...You don't need to worry about that, Mephisto."

Frostnova paused, her tone somewhat complicated as she looked at Mephisto, before ultimately refusing him. Mephisto pursed his lips, then simply shrugged dismissively, saying with a regretful tone, "That's such a pity. Leaving it to me would have saved a lot of trouble..."

Patriots did not react at all, as if they had not heard anything.

"Yeah……"

Talulah also spoke softly, her voice revealing no thought, only her fingertips tapping the table calmly; after a while, her gaze moved again, finally landing on Sarkaz at the last seat.

“Galsen”.

She began, “The stubborn gang [Canned Food] on the thirteenth plot is yours. I don’t expect you to take the entire plot immediately before the main force arrives, but find out the strength of that Rusty Gang. If they are a group that is proud of their strength, then crush their confidence.”

“I don’t want my fellow countrymen to kill each other without cause, but I hope they at least won’t interfere with our next steps.”

"understood."

The Sarkaz man, called Garsen, spoke in a calm voice that belied his explosive appearance: "But what if they continue to refuse to cooperate?"

"I hope that at least they won't interfere with our operations."

Tallulah repeated.

"That's not a big problem."

Garsen agreed readily this time.

——Duang!

The sound of hammering on the anvil stopped abruptly, replaced by Milan's surprised voice.

"Really?"

"Really! Boss Jung!"

Beyond the heat of his makeshift blacksmith shop, an infected teenager from Azazel wiped his sweat, his eyes darting over a row of crooked tool parts laid out in Milan, but he said without hesitation, "Grandpa Director sent me to tell you that the person you're waiting for has arrived!"

"You mean that Rhodes Island, right?"

"……Um."

Rhodes Island...

Milan didn't hesitate, but the heat from forging the iron couldn't affect his Steve-like strength that made him impervious to heat and cold. He didn't linger, grabbed a cheap knife and handed it to the boy, said a few words to Pavel, wiped his face, and immediately got up.

He was already familiar with the road to Azazel.

As Milan walked through this underground passage, she squinted her eyes.

"Mr. Jung?"

Perhaps seeing that Milan wasn't talking about sex, the boy, who was still excited and conflicted about his new toy, subconsciously fell silent on the way. Since there were no books on the road, he quickly made his way through the underground and into Azazel's basement.

The infected teenager who opened the door for him was taken aback, but a familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Jung! What brings you here today?"

"If you need anything, ask the old man."

Milan nodded to the acquaintances on the street: During this time, he had been using the convenience of the inventory to deliver goods back and forth, almost monopolizing most of the food supply in Azazel. He had personally made several trips back and forth and had already become familiar with the children and staff here.

He chatted with acquaintances along the way as he walked up the familiar passageway, the familiar smell of disinfectant mixed with the strange smell of medicine hitting him; until he reached the main ground floor area of ​​Azazel, Milan pushed open the door from the inside and finally saw a place that was different from usual.

people.

Strangers, Yi Qi Liu, led the scattered Wo'er wine people.

The clinic looked a little more crowded than usual today because of some unfamiliar faces: they were wearing dark blue uniforms with logos on their chests that looked like chess pieces, giving them a distinctly "Zhou-style" functional look; some people were on guard around the building, looking very professional and cautious.

Others looked more like medical personnel, using portable equipment to examine the infected children of Azazel... There were even some very approachable members who played directly with the boys and girls of Azazel.

Let's be reasonable and speak the truth.

Milan didn't recognize any of these people.

It's not just about the transformation from game character art to real-world models—game characters are always unique, so much so that their identities and appearances always have distinct memorable features, even if these distinctive characteristics may not be suitable as part of their real-world appearance.

But this group is different. Just by looking at their simple and unfamiliar designs, Milan could guess that they were mostly the kind of characters he had never seen in the game, or the kind that would be mentioned briefly in the game using generic character art... That's probably it.

Let's not talk about things further away.

Just looking at their familiar uniforms gave Milan a sense of homecoming.

—WTF! My island!

Oh wait, my island blew up in the storyline, okay, never mind.

"..."

Just as Milan was momentarily distracted by this scene... coincidentally, the door to the inner room also opened with a creak.

"...Oh, so fast?"

Just then, seeing Milan's figure, Hrag came out and said, "You've come at the right time, Jung. I still have some doubts about their situation and I need your help."

As Herag emerged, he spoke with a look of relief on his face. Milan blinked and saw the white-haired girl with filaments, Nain, who was the first to walk out behind him. She seemed to be talking to someone behind her. When she came out and saw Milan, she simply gave him a look and nodded before making way for the girl behind her.

The first one to emerge was a petite girl with flaxen hair, pointed ears, and a youthful, beautiful, and radiant face—to be honest, more striking than her appearance was the obvious red cross mark on her body, and the classically styled cane in her hand was also more memorable.

This kid must be an operator, right?

If it were still a two-dimensional character illustration, Milan felt she could recognize it; but if it were a real person, no matter how excellent the character model was, or how slender and long their legs appeared despite being 1.6 meters tall, Milan still couldn't remember who it was.

But the other one is different.

"Is this the ally Mr. Hrag mentioned? It's a pleasure to meet you. You look very promising. We belong to Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals. We were thinking that it might not be easy to communicate with the infected clinics in Ursus. It's great that Mr. Hrag is so easy to talk to."