Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Is: "..."

Fiameta looked at Qi Yan with disgust and asked in confusion:

"Who exactly are you? Why are you carrying Mostima's staff? And why are you acting as if you know me so well?"

Qi Yan couldn't help but chuckle: "Poor little bird, it knows nothing."

Even Is couldn't help but glance at Fiametta again this time.

These days, it's rare to find someone who hasn't heard of Qi Yan's name.

Fiameta was infuriated by the strange looks the two were giving her.

"Can't you just speak your minds?" Fiameta's tone was tinged with anger. "You're not the Sakortas, are you? You can't possibly communicate using empathy, can you?"

Is looked at the Black Lock Staff, and the two exchanged a brief, encrypted communication, roughly understanding the background of the Liberi before them.

Qi Yan noticed this scene and looked at Fiameta with even more sympathy.

Just as Fiameta was on the verge of exploding, Qi Yan spoke up in time:

"Little bird, intelligence is valuable on this land. If you want to know some intelligence, you have to pay the corresponding price."

“I have no interest in your so-called intelligence. Return Mostima’s staff to her.”

Fiameta was not going to waste his breath on Qi Yan.

Faced with this angry bird, Qi Yan laughed like a big bad wolf:

"I see. I was going to tell you the story of Andorn, but since you don't want to hear it, then forget it."

The mere mention of the name Andorn caused Fiameta's expression to change drastically.

She instinctively wanted to rush to Qi Yan, but was stopped by Is:

“Miss Fiameta, he is dangerous. Please do not approach him, otherwise I cannot guarantee that he will not do anything rash.”

"Hey, watch out or I'll beat you up!"

Qi Yan complained with dissatisfaction.

Is did not back down despite Qi Yan's threats.

But Fiamet became somewhat agitated and actually raised the musket in his hand.

Before Fiameta could make a move, Is gently raised his hand and clenched and twisted it in the void.

In the blink of an eye, Fiameta returned to the spot where he had first arrived, his musket now cocked.

This bizarre scene was as if time had reversed for Fiameta.

"How can it be!"

Fiameta's red pupils contracted violently.

Qi Yan peeked out from behind Is, grinning mischievously as he teased:

"This is an alien race that is proficient in time travel, an existence on par with giant beasts, so you shouldn't resist."

Is coughed lightly and said modestly, "I wouldn't dare, I only have a little knowledge of time."

A series of encrypted, incoherent sounds emanated from the Black Lock Staff.

On the other side, Fiameta's hand hesitated above the musket for a long time before finally falling limply to his side.

She felt a lingering fear at that moment.

Fortunately, the mysterious man named Is in front of her had no ill intentions towards her; otherwise, given the abilities he had just displayed, she would have been completely powerless to resist.

Moreover, judging from what Is said, he must have been sent by Mostima.

Just how strong is Qi Yan, the one whom Mostima was willing to invite to help?

Fiamet looked at Qi Yan with a gaze filled with apprehension.

"Don't look at me like that, it makes me shy," Qi Yan said, blushing.

Fiameta gritted her teeth in a silent rage.

If she hadn't been so concerned about Andorn's affairs, she would have turned and left by now.

“Tell me what price I have to pay?” Fiameta said through gritted teeth.

Qi Yan shoved the black lock staff into the ground with his backhand, rested his elbow on it to support half of his body, and grinned lewdly.

"I've heard that you Liberians would give your feathers to the person you cherish most in your heart. I want one too, and it has to be your tail feather."

Fiameta's eyes widened, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

Just as she was about to refuse, Qi Yan slowly spoke:

"Back when your four-person team was on a mission in Kazdel, Andorn was your leader. He led you, Mostima, and a Sakorta girl named Remian in pursuit of a group of Sarkaz mercenaries."

However, due to an accident, you temporarily left the party. When you returned, you discovered that Andorn had ambushed Remian, severely injuring her. Mostima was forced to retaliate, violating the laws of Lateran and becoming a fallen angel.

And the source of all this is this staff beneath me.

"Do you think this staff showed Andorn something that made him seem to lose his mind and attack his own companion?"

Chapter 143 If saying thank you is enough, what's the point of a gift?

Fiameta lowered her head, her red bangs obscuring her eyes.

Qi Yan watched as Fiameta's fists clenched quietly, adding fuel to the fire in her heart:

"How infuriating! You keep thinking that if you hadn't been lured away, if you had been there, you could have stopped Andorn."

"After all, you are a Liberian. You don't need to worry about the laws of Lateran. You won't become a fallen angel by shooting Andorn. You could have saved Remium and Mostima."

“That’s not enough.” Qi Yan’s smile grew closer to Warfarin’s. “After that, you asked Mostima and Remian what had happened, and the reply you got was… they forgave Andorn, they understood Andorn.”

The poor little bird, kept in the dark by a flock of Saktas, who can understand each other's thoughts through empathy, while you are excluded.

Fiameta gritted his teeth and grabbed his musket.

But in the next instant, time reversed for her again, and her hands returned to their drooping position.

"Is, you've really gone too far."

How dare you say that to me?

Is glanced at Qi Yan, not understanding what kind of twisted sense of humor Qi Yan had in bullying a girl like this.

Fiameta stood there, listening silently to the two bickering, before finally turning around and walking behind a tombstone.

After a moment, her face turned bright red, and she held a fiery red feather in her hand, tossing it to Qi Yan.

The feather floated lightly over Is's head and was caught by Qi Yan who stood on tiptoe.

"Hey, my little bird."

Qi Yan smiled and put the feather into his pocket.

After doing all this, Qi Yan looked at Fiameta:

"The answer is actually quite simple. The real reason Andorn went mad was that he wanted to obtain the Black Lock Staff."

"If you're just giving me this kind of flimsy answer, then I'm going to fight you to the death tonight!"

Fiameta's emotions were nearing an outburst.

Qi Yan chuckled and continued:

"Actually, this involves the truth of Laterano. Laterano is the kingdom of the Sarkaz. Here, every pure-blooded Sarkaz is given an inextinguishable halo the moment they open their mouths to speak, and all Sarkaz are protected by the law."

However, this only applies to pure-blooded Sarkaz. Lateran shows almost ruthless indifference or even persecution towards Sarkaz of other races or even mixed races.

Andorn saw the cruel truth in the Black Lock Staff, the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Lateran laws. He went mad, or rather, he awakened.

He believed Lateran should not be like this; he argued that if everyone dies equally, then they should be born the same way, and he chose to embark on a path of redemption.

Fiameta was clearly not happy with the result.

Her eyes glared at Qi Yan, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Then why did he choose to attack Remian? I don't care about truth or redemption. He can even hurt his own comrades. He's really gone mad. He's been driven insane by that staff!"

Qi Yan was not affected by Fiameta's anger.

Under the cover of night, Qi Yan's golden eyes were calm and undisturbed, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"The laws of Lateran protect the Sarkaz, but they also bind them. Andorn began to question the axioms of the laws, but Remian did not, so Remian stood in Andorn's way."

However, that doesn't matter. In fact, Andorn was indeed somewhat insane at that time. Looking directly at the gods and the truth consumed his sanity. At that moment, he was a beast acting for the ideals in his heart, not the Captain Andorn you know.

Because of Sarkaz's empathy, Remian understood Andorn, while Mostima ignored him.

“But I won’t forgive him. I’m not a *Latland slang* Sakota, I’m a Liberi, and I can’t accept this!”

Fiameta seemed to be getting increasingly irritable.

If Andorn were to actually appear before her right now, Qi Yan had no doubt that Fiameta would immediately draw her musket and riddle Andorn with bullets.

"me too."

Qi Yan suddenly spoke.

Fiametta's anger momentarily subsided.

Besides anger, a hint of confusion appeared in her red eyes: "What do you mean, the same?"

“I know the truth about Andorn’s choice to betray, but I will not understand him like Remian does, nor will I ignore him like Mostima does. I respect his choice, but I also oppose his actions.”

Qi Yan slowly walked past Is and stood in front of Fiamet: "No matter how noble the reason, shooting one's own partner is an intolerable act."

Fiameta suddenly choked up.

She has been tormented by this matter for years.

But she was a Liberi who grew up in Laterano, surrounded by empathetic Sarkaz. Her persistence and her hatred seemed so insignificant in the eyes of others.

Even Remy and Mostima, the main characters in the incident, simply comforted her and told her not to overthink it.

No one had ever supported her as openly as Qi Yan.

"Thank you," Fiameta said softly, turning her face away.

Qi Yan shook his head: "If saying thank you is enough, what's the point of having a gift?"

As he spoke, Qi Yan's hand quietly reached for Fiameta's buttocks.

Fiame slapped Qi Yan's hand away, and the emotion that had just welled up in her heart was instantly suppressed by shame and indignation.

"I've already given you a feather, what else do you want?"

Qi Yan covered his reddened hand and retreated while grimacing.

Is added, "According to Lungmen's regulations, what you just did is a crime. I also have Governor Wei's contact information. He shouldn't have gone far. I think he would be happy to come back and reprimand you for your behavior."

"And then another bruise on your face?"

Qi Yan grumbled and returned to the black lock staff, then angrily kicked it.

It took off, hit a tombstone, bounced back, caught, and stuck in the mud.

After completing the process, Qi Yan's mood returned to a cheerful state.

He turned to look at Fiameta, whose face was flushed, and said with a chuckle:

"I have some good news for you. You don't need to search for Andorn's whereabouts for a while. Just enjoy life. When the World Messenger System is established for the 30th anniversary, Laterano will hold a World Summit."

"Andorn will show up uninvited, and so will I. I can take you to Andorn, and we'll beat him to a pulp."

Fiameta glanced at Qi Yan, then nodded silently, acknowledging his agreement.

Then, without lingering, she turned and left.

Her arrival was solely for the Black Lock Staff, which, according to regulations, should be kept by Mostima. After Mostima became a fallen angel, she had been serving as Mostima's supervisor.

However, the current situation is beyond what a small Liboli like her can handle.

She was no match for the Lupo before her.

Once Fiameta's figure had completely disappeared into the night, Qi Yan pulled out the Black Lock Staff and casually tossed it to Is.

Is caught the Black Lock Staff and asked curiously:

“I can see that you don’t have much aversion to Andorn’s actions, or rather, you actually understand Andorn much better than that Sarkaz named Remian.”