Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

After Ernesto paused, slightly out of breath, he raised an eyebrow and said:

"Finished?"

Seeing Ernesto nod with a gloomy expression, Qi Yan continued:

"So your father, Pancho, who claims to be a true Bolivarian, decided to start a riot during the most lively time of the year in Dosoles."

He wants to overthrow Candela's rule in the city, take it for himself, and then go to war, right?

Ernesto nodded again.

"Where does Pan Qiao's capital come from? Where does Pan Qiao's military power come from? Where does Pan Qiao's confidence come from?"

Qi Yan posed three questions at once, then silently awaited Ernesto's reply.

Ernesto remained silent.

He knew about these problems, but there were some he couldn't bring himself to say.

Especially after his speech, the answers to these questions made him feel ashamed.

Qi Yan smiled slightly and began to answer his own question:

"Pancho has the support of Letania. He has received funding, and it is even possible that the rebel forces he has organized this time are mixed with a large number of Letania troops."

Pancho, however, never had confidence. He didn't believe he could win, or that even if he did, he could withstand the onslaught from the two behemoths, Letania and Colombia.

Pancho's desire to occupy Dosórez wasn't based on genuine hope for Bolivar's independence, but rather on a pretense of hard work towards a vague and unrealistic goal.

You should know what would happen to Dosoles even if Pancho won this contest.

Silence, long silence.

Ernesto and his men were at a loss for words to refute Qi Yan's statement.

Qi Yan was not in a hurry and waited silently in place.

He hoped that the answer would come from Ernesto himself.

Qi Yan's patience, however, turned into a heavy pressure on Ernesto's heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Dosoles will become a mere shell of its former self, just like the other suffering city-states of Bolivar, occupied and enslaved by the two great powers."

Ernesto's voice was dry as he struggled to say, "My father will eventually die, either from a foreign enemy or from internal strife, and then his position will be taken by the next person, who will choose a powerful nation as his ally and become its lackey in order to maintain his own rule."

Bolívar, there is no hope.

Rafiela spoke up for the first time.

Ernesto shook his head at her, signaling her not to speak, and then turned to look at Qi Yan.

At this moment, his gaze toward Qi Yan no longer held any hostility, but only curiosity.

Qi Yan grinned, revealing a bright smile, and asked again:

"Then why did you choose to follow Pan Qiao?"

"Because I'm not willing to accept it."

Ernesto took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "I love Bolívar, this is my country, and I don't want to see it perish step by step with endless despair."

I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong, but I want to try.

If my father succeeds, I will assist him and do my best to extend this path as far as possible.

If my father fails, I will accept it all and become a supporter of Candela.

If I die... then I'm dead, haha.

In the end, Ernesto, mimicking Qi Yan, grinned and let out a few stiff laughs.

Qi Yan curled her lip and said disdainfully, "Your smile is really ugly. You should just keep your long face."

Ernesto: "..."

He stopped smiling and took the initiative to ask in return:

"I've answered so many questions, so please answer my question seriously: Why did you come to me, and what is your purpose?"

"I'm not kidding you, my target is you... Don't back down, and don't cover your butt, or I'll beat you to death!"

Qi Yan threatened Ernesto in a stern voice, and seeing that the latter had successfully stopped his movements, he continued:

“I admire your character. You are well-suited to join Rhodes Island. You are currently feeling lost, unsure of Bolivar’s future or what you should do.”

But once you find your goal, you will become a staunch idealist, striving towards the noblest ideal in your heart. This land needs people like you.

Rhodes Island has many people like you who are feeling lost, as well as many who have found their goals and are striving for them. I hope you can become one of our companions.

Ernesto's expression was somewhat strange.

He doesn't know how to describe his feelings right now.

"So you exposed my plan, made me experience utter failure, and then forced me to flee and accept your invitation?"

Ernesto wanted to be angry, but he didn't dare to really offend Qi Yan, otherwise he, his men, and Rafiella would probably never leave this alley.

"I'll say it again, I'm a straightforward person and I hate riddle people the most, except for the old lynx."

Qi Yan said seriously, "My style of doing things is indeed unrestrained, and I can say anything. I have no interest in playing tricks."

Your plans won't be interrupted because of this. Candela won't stop you; she'll wait until you've got everything in place, and then slowly savor your resistance and struggle.

"You seem to know her very well."

Ernesto frowned and said, "And I can assure you that my plan is very secretive, but in front of you, I am completely unprepared, and you have figured it out completely. Just who are you?"

Qi Yan shrugged and said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, I can't answer that question. Actually, I wouldn't mind telling you the truth, but because of some poor guy, I have to use my clumsy acting skills to finish this charade."

Ernesto's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

He discovered that although this guy in front of him spoke very frankly, there were more and more mysteries surrounding him.

Under Ernesto's gaze, Qi Yan picked at his ear and said helplessly:

"Aren't you tired of standing and talking like this for so long?"

"Perhaps we can find a bar, sit down, have some drinks, and talk things over calmly. Don't worry about Candela causing you trouble; she'll act like nothing happened."

“I still don’t understand, what reason did she have not to stop us beforehand?” Ernesto asked.

"Because she doesn't care."

"Doctor, stop grinning like an idiot while holding that trophy."

Mostima called out, only to find that the Doctor seemed not to hear her, still happily playing with the trophy in his arms.

She let out a helpless sigh and turned to look at the Patriot:

"Grandpa, Fiameta, Ya'er, and I are going out shopping. What would you like to eat for dinner? We'll go buy it."

“No need for that,” Patriot said, shaking his head. “We’re also planning to go out and set up a stall.”

Mostima nodded and left the hotel with her girlfriends.

Patriot looked away and saw that Jehovah was getting impatient, so he went over and shook the doctor out of his little world.

After explaining the situation, he was about to turn around and check the list of ingredients to be prepared for the day when the doctor stopped him.

"Grandpa, Brother Jie, we're not setting up our stall today."

Jie's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Why? My earnings in one night in this city are equivalent to my earnings in two to three days in Longmen!"

The professor carefully placed the trophy on the table, then turned around, his tone becoming serious:

Aren't you curious about the white dog's unusual behavior today?

Jie remained silent, but the patriot asked in confusion:

"This is not his usual practice. Back then, the Reunion Movement was terribly harmed by him."

The doctor chuckled, then shook his head and said, "But this kid isn't just looking for fun. He infiltrated the Reunion Movement to save people and to teach Amiya some lessons."

So his sudden joining Ernesto's rebel forces must have had a purpose, and I'm going to find out.

"What do you want to do?" Patriot asked.

"Go and take a closer look at this city."

Chapter 235 Dosoles

Patriot didn't say much, he just silently followed behind the doctor.

Seeing that the two had given up setting up their stalls, even though he was somewhat unwilling, he had no choice but to follow suit.

The three left the hotel and strolled along the neon-lit streets under the night sky.

Surrounded by a surging crowd, the doctor silently scanned their faces, his steps steady and without the slightest pause.

Jie looked at the doctor with some surprise.

This was the first time he had seen the doctor so serious; there was a strange quality about him.

He stood out starkly from the lightly dressed crowd, dressed in a black overcoat.

But suddenly, Jie had a sudden realization.

It's not that the PhD student can't integrate into this city, but rather that he deliberately stands above it, looking down on everything with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Very lively."

The doctor suddenly spoke, turning to look at Zi: "What do you think of this city?"

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously answered:

"It's very bustling, perhaps because it's a tourist city, so people have a high desire to spend money."

"Would you be willing to settle down in this city?" the doctor asked again.

He shook his head without hesitation:

"No, I still prefer Lungmen."

The doctor remained silent, watching Zi silently, waiting for him to explain his reasons for making this choice.

Faced with the doctor's probing gaze, the scholar paused for a moment before slowly saying:

"Maybe this city can make me a lot of money, but I don't really like it here. It's too extravagant, and everyone is acting like a fanatic."

Perhaps Lungmen is less prosperous than Dosoles, but under the rule of Governor Wei and the Rat King, Lungmen is very stable. The people of Lungmen can live their lives there with peace of mind, sleep soundly at night, and walk the streets during the day without fear of being attacked by thugs.

"Yes, you're absolutely right."

The doctor looked up at the neon signs on the tall buildings along the roadside and chuckled:

"This city is too extravagant. Behind its seemingly prosperous facade lies a chilling indifference."

When our stall exploded, passersby's first reaction was that someone had hired someone to do it, rather than that it was an accident. When shops were destroyed by Eureka bombs, they didn't think to contact law enforcement; instead, they aggressively chased after the attackers to deal with the situation themselves.

A look of realization flashed across Jie's face.

Because Qi Yan and the doctor were by his side, he habitually followed their instructions and did not pay attention to this aspect.

Only when the professor pointed it out did he realize with astonishment that this place was so different from the Lungmen he was used to.

Even though Lungmen has gang warfare and troublesome Penguin Logistics, there are still rules even in chaos, and everything is under Wei Yanwu's control.

In contrast, Candela completely left the city to its own devices, leaving everything to the conventions and agreements of the city's inhabitants.

Jie turned his head and scanned his surroundings, re-examining the city with a scrutinizing gaze.

He saw someone throw money directly at the street vendor's face and walk away.

He saw a drunkard lying on the side of the street, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the casino betting slip in his hand, his face contorted and terrifying.

He followed behind the doctor, averting his gaze and no longer paying attention to these things.

He was just an ordinary person; he could see it, but he couldn't control it, so he could only choose to turn a blind eye and silently warn himself not to become like that.

The doctor walked ahead without saying a word.

Patriot and Zi followed behind him, accompanying him on his journey.

The road stretched out beneath their feet, gradually transforming from a clean and tidy stone path into a bumpy dirt road.