Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Seeing this, Qi Yan couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"I want to find a big rock and drive my car into it, that way I can die more easily."

Murphy looked utterly disillusioned and lifeless.

"Don't worry, old Mo, with me here, who can touch you?"

Qi Yan ignored the fact that Murphy was driving, casually put his arm around Murphy's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"You just have the wrong mindset. You only see the troubles I have, but you don't see my value."

You should know that the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!

This is your chance to rise. Once I take that wicked woman Gertrude away, won't you have a chance to become the boss of Viseheim?

A screeching sound of brakes echoed across the wilderness.

Murphy slammed on the brakes, ignoring the bruise on his forehead, and stared wide-eyed at Qi Yan.

Chapter 271 I was just joking, are you serious?

Qi Yan forcefully pulled himself off the windshield and stared wide-eyed at Murphy.

"Are you tired of living?" Qi Yan asked.

Murphy opened his mouth, staring at the young Rupert in front of him, wanting to remind Qi Yan that although Gertrude was a beautiful Rupert woman, she was old enough to be Qi Yan's mother.

However, seeing Qi Yan's fierce expression, he chose to keep quiet.

I even started to look forward to it for no reason.

With this strange sense of anticipation, Murphy restarted the car and drove into the territory of Viseheim.

Upon entering the checkpoint of this mobile city-state, he was stopped by the military police, and Murphy tried to show his viscount medal.

As he expected, the military police did not arrest him directly. Instead, they let him go as usual, showing great respect.

However, the military police members, despite their best efforts to conceal it, could not control their strange expressions.

Murphy knew that it was because it was the first time they had ever seen a nobleman drive himself.

"Seems alright?"

Murphy watched his own estate draw ever closer, a broad smile spreading across his face.

This dramatic shift in his emotions made him even find Qi Yan, who was standing next to him, more agreeable.

Qi Yan leaned against the car window, looking rather listless, and analyzed:

"It's possible that the wicked woman is lying in wait by your bedside, waiting for you to get close before slitting your throat."

Murphy: "..."

His newly raised spirits were slapped back down to rock bottom by Qi Yan's words.

However, as he drove into his manor, he still did not encounter any danger. Even the servants in his manor were working as usual, and they were clearly surprised to see Murphy suddenly return.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, the servants immediately busied themselves preparing to welcome Murphy.

When Murphy led Qi Yan out of the garage and into the villa in the manor, the servants were already lined up in two rows to welcome them.

Qi Yan wagged its tail excitedly as it swayed past the servants.

"Old Mo, you're pretty good. You've set up a really impressive display."

Qi Yan commented with a satisfied expression.

Murphy, the owner of the manor, followed Qi Yan like a lackey, nodding and smiling obsequiously.

Once inside the villa, Qi Yan casually sat down on the leather sofa in the living room, his body bouncing up and down with each bounce.

He crossed his legs and gave the order directly to the servants:

"I was starving after walking all the way, so I wasn't picky. I just asked for some foie gras, steak, caviar, or something similar."

Murphy's lips twitched twice. Noticing the servant's pleading gaze, he quickly nodded.

The servant bowed and quickly withdrew.

As soon as the servant left, another middle-aged man dressed as a butler quickly walked up to Murphy and whispered:

"My lord, Count Gertrude has arrived."

"...Let her in."

Murphy sighed inwardly, knowing that he couldn't escape it.

He had barely arrived home when Gertrude showed up at his door, clearly having been keeping an eye on him.

The butler hesitated, then asked, "Aren't you going out to greet them?"

Murphy, emboldened by his bachelorhood, leaned back on the sofa, mimicking Qi Yan's posture, and waved his hand, saying:

"Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll still get stabbed, so what's there to be afraid of? Let her come in to see me."

What Murphy didn't say was that he wanted Gertrude to come in and see whether the other party would kill him first, or whether Qi Yan would take her away first.

The housekeeper looked startled and didn't dare say anything more, leaving the room almost as if he were fleeing.

Qi Yan looked at Murphy's domineering demeanor and exclaimed in surprise:

"You were so sleazy the whole way, how come you suddenly became all stern as soon as we got home?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to take Gertrude away and then support me to take over?" Murphy retorted.

"I was just joking, are you serious?"

Qi Yan gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

Murphy: "..."

In an instant, even while sitting on the sofa, he couldn't help but feel his legs go weak.

At that moment, the villa door was pushed open, and the butler led a figure in.

Murphy's first reaction was to get up and greet him, but his legs went weak with fright and he knelt down with a thud after only a couple of steps.

The butler was startled and quickly stepped aside, leaving the person behind him to bear Murphy's kneeling alone.

Qi Yan also turned his head to look at the person behind the butler.

The woman's long, flowing gray-black hair had clear lines, and the slightly curled ends added a touch of softness. Her clothing style had a strong musician's feel, with an elegantly tailored custom suit that had a men's-style lapel and stand-up shoulders, showing off her tall and straight figure.

In particular, the high-slit long skirt and pointed stilettos further elongated her legs. The whole outfit was dominated by a calm and capable black tone, but it was embellished with a navy blue lining and a white shirt, making the colors rich and no longer dull. It undoubtedly showed the maturity and power of an ideal professional woman.

The woman narrowed her eyes, looking down at Murphy at her feet. Her gray pupils looked empty, but her gaze was very sharp.

"I thought that after so many years of training in Bolivar, Viscount Murphy had finally developed a bit of a tough and ruthless demeanor. I never expected that you were waiting for me here all along."

Gertrude's lips curled into a slight smile, her tone laced with mockery.

Murphy's face turned pale and then flushed.

He felt somewhat ashamed, but his fear was also real. So he simply knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and silently endured Gertrude's mockery.

Gertrude's gaze did not linger on Murphy for long, but instead turned to Qi Yan, who was sitting quietly on the sofa.

Seeing Gertrude looking at him, Qi Yan smiled slightly and pointed to the sofa:

"Please sit down, beautiful lady."

Gertrude gave Qi Yan a deep look, then stepped past Murphy with her long, black-stockinged legs and sat down opposite Qi Yan.

With her alluring black-stockinged legs crossed, Gertrude moved with elegant grace and said calmly:

"I wonder what Mr. Qi Yan's intentions are in coming to Viseheim. If he also wants to cause trouble like Dosoles, I'm afraid our beloved Twin Queens will not stand idly by."

"If the white sheep sister really wanted to control me, she would have been followed by a whole bunch of little tails the moment I set foot on Letania territory."

Qi Yan completely disregarded Gertrude's threat.

Seeing this, Gertrude frowned slightly and continued:

“I know you have the strength to look down on this land. You are not just some kind of calamity-level expert, but at least a powerhouse of the Sarkaz Royal Court level.”

But in Letania, even a powerful sovereign like the former Witch King was slain by the divine might of the Twin Queens, and you are no exception.

"Aren't you tired of talking like that?" Qi Yan sneered. "You act like you're some staunch supporter of the Gemini Queen. We all know perfectly well why your family was banished to this remote town, so stop pretending."

Gertrude's brow furrowed even more.

Qi Yan's words led her to mistakenly believe that Qi Yan had already investigated her background before he came.

This suggests that Qi Yan must have some unknown purpose in mind, and is plotting something on her territory.

Qi Yan dismissed Gertrude's suspicions and said slowly:

"To be honest, I have some questions I want to ask you."

Gertrude's heart tightened, and she said in a deep voice, "Speak freely."

"Did you ever go to Syracuse when you were young?" Qi Yan asked solemnly. "Or did you have a relationship with some uncle from Syracuse?"

Gertrude: ?

Before she could react, Qi Yan continued:

"I know a girl from Syracuse, and to be honest, you two look remarkably alike!"

Chapter 272 Gossip Time

Gertrude's face darkened.

Murphy, who had just gotten up from the floor, was about to sit on the sofa next to the two of them when he heard this shocking topic and was so startled that he plopped down on the floor.

Seeing that Qi Yan and the other person's attention had been drawn to her commotion, Murphy forced a smile:

"It's cooler on the ground, you guys chat, you guys chat."

His interruption brought Gertrude back to her senses.

She looked at Qi Yan again, her tone trying her best to remain calm:

"If Mr. Qi Yan has come all this way just to discuss my personal conduct, then please forgive me for not being able to entertain him. I am busy with official business every day."

Qi Yan sat up slightly.

Qi Yan's tail swished gently behind him, his gossipy heart burning brightly.

At that moment, he even had the urge to risk turning on the terminal and directly call Texas over from Penguin Logistics.

Given how similar these two look, they could be mother and daughter or aunt and niece!

Seeing that Qi Yan's gaze was becoming increasingly strange, Gertrude quickly coughed twice, trying to steer the conversation in the direction of the topic:

“Mr. Qi Yan, I have heard about your past deeds and know that you are a straightforward person. Please feel free to say what your purpose is. If it is within my power, I am certainly willing to help you.”

"Really?" Qi Yan temporarily suppressed his gossipy nature.

Seeing Gertrude nod, Qi Yan flashed his signature smile.

Unfortunately, Qi Lin and the doctor weren't around, so no one reminded Gertrude to be careful.

"By now, you should have already begun studying the earthly sounds left behind by the Witch King on this land."

Qi Yan's question was simple and direct.

Gertrude's reaction was even more direct; she was stunned and collapsed onto the sofa.

A slight rustling sound came from inside the room.

Qi Yan turned his head and saw that Murphy was carefully crawling outwards along the edge of the sofa, like a dark maggot.

As if trying to hypnotize himself, Murphy muttered to himself as he climbed:

“I’m just a maggot, a maggot that nobody cares about. I know nothing, I hear nothing, and nobody knows I’ve ever been here.”

Qi Yan: "..."

Gertrude's gaze fell on Murphy, lost in thought.

She parted her lips slightly and asked slowly:

"Viscount Murphy, when did you become the Queen's secret agent?"