Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Hey, just some connections, nothing to brag about," Murphy said with a broad smile.

"Do you know why the Twin Queens didn't make any move when I went to Letania?" Qi Yan suddenly asked.

Murphy blinked, a guess forming in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it, simply shaking his head to indicate that he didn't know.

“Because I am not a threat at the moment,” Qi Yan said with a smile. “Don’t be fooled by my ability to cause trouble. From Lungmen to Siesta, from Dosoles to Letania, the things I’ve done may seem earth-shattering, but none of them have threatened my local rule.”

How many people I kill and how many buildings I destroy, what impact will that have on those in power?

They're just numbers on financial statements. Even if I were to launch the Earthly Voices now and take away the remnants of the Witch King, it wouldn't actually affect the rule of the Twin Queens.

Of course, this is also based on the premise that my strength is sufficient. If I were just a minor Calamity-level being, I would have been silently killed the moment I stepped into Letania.

Murphy nodded knowingly and smiled ingratiatingly:

"I understand, let's go then."

Chapter 274 A song that breaks the heart, where in the world can one find a kindred spirit?

A piece of yellow silk is tied to a stick.

The banner had two lines of crooked, illegible Chinese characters written on it.

'I can make definitive predictions to avert your calamities; the principles of Yin and Yang reside within my heart, and I resonate with the universe.'

'A lifetime of brilliant strategizing, yet only I cannot see through it all. Your wealth and glory are mine, but my life and death are in the hands of fate.'

Murphy carried the banner, his exquisite aristocratic attire stripped off, replaced with ordinary folk clothes.

Qi Yan, wearing a pair of small round sunglasses, walked slowly ahead, swaying from side to side.

"You've had your fortune told! We are a genuine Yin-Yang master from Yan Kingdom, capable of calculating the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. Meeting us is a blessing for you."

Murphy shouted at the top of his lungs the whole way.

Noticing the stares of passersby, Murphy felt a flush rise to her face, but dared not stop, forcing herself to continue repeating the exercise.

Despite attracting a lot of attention with their outfits, no one was willing to go up and talk to them.

Murphy had been shouting the whole way, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

He lowered his head and took a sip of water, then, taking the opportunity, leaned closer to Qi Yan and said with a wry smile:

"Brother, this is Letania, which is 800 miles away from Yan Kingdom. Fortune telling is not popular here."

"I know," Qi Yan said calmly. "But fortune telling is all about fate. It has nothing to do with where it is or whether it's popular or not. You'll eventually meet the person destined for you."

"You're good at these things too?"

Murphy suddenly felt that Qi Yan was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

After all, in Yan Kingdom, those Celestial Masters are the backbone of the nation, each with a powerful and influential background.

"Yan Kingdom, the Old Celestial Master, you know him, right?" Qi Yan asked.

Murphy gasped, "Are you perhaps from the same school as the Old Celestial Master?"

"Bullshit, I have a grudge against the Old Master, and I kidnapped her nephew." Qi Yan said righteously, "Since we have a grudge, it's only reasonable for me to smear those supernatural guys."

Murphy: "..."

As they spoke, the two had already staggered quite a distance away.

The surrounding buildings have also changed from neatly planned buildings to a chaotic street.

Murphy looked around and reminded him:

"We have now left the Highgarden District and entered the Sunset District, which is the infected neighborhood of Viseheim, and the security situation is relatively chaotic."

"It's good to be chaotic; chaos makes it easier to fish in troubled waters."

Qi Yan took two steps, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, has Rhodes Island set up an office in Viseheim yet?"

"No, to be honest, if it weren't for your reputation, none of us nobles would have even heard of Rhodes Island."

Murphy's words were sincere.

Qi Yan nodded, not taking it to heart.

He arrived in a relatively early timeline; Rhodes Island had only been rescuing the Doctor for less than a year and had not yet developed.

However, he was in no hurry. Once the situation in Victoria broke out, Rhodes Island would bring a small pharmaceutical company-style shock to this land.

As the two ventured deeper into the sunset area, the surroundings became increasingly lively.

Various snacks lined the streets, vendors enthusiastically hawked their wares, and people came and went, creating a vibrant atmosphere of daily life.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the unhealthy but delicious aroma of smoky food.

"This is the city I know. Highgarden is like a ghost town, half-dead."

Qi Yan walked up to a beverage stall, picked up a bottle of soda, and left.

Murphy quickly paid the bill from behind and then hurried after Qi Yan.

He had only taken two steps when he was suddenly stopped by a man.

"Brother, what is this thing you wrote on? It looks like scribbles." the man asked curiously.

"Shh, keep your voice down. This was written by my older brother himself. Calligraphy, you know what calligraphy is?!"

Murphy quickly warned the man, fearing that this outspoken fellow would displease Qi Yan.

It doesn't matter if the man dies, but if Qi Yan is unhappy, then his good days as a boss are over.

The man ignored Murphy's warning and chuckled, saying:

"I don't know anything about calligraphy. We're all musicians here, how about we play a piece?"

Despite claiming it was an inquiry, the man completely ignored Murphy's attitude and started singing.

Someone started playing, and passersby stopped to watch. Soon, others brought various musical instruments and began to accompany the music.

As more and more people gathered around him, Murphy even broke out in a fine sweat.

He, a dignified viscount, had never experienced such an atmosphere in the Sunset District.

Normally, he would have used his noble status to drive away these infected commoners.

Just as the atmosphere around them was getting more and more lively and the crowd began to sing and dance, a strange, distorted, indescribable singing voice suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the entire block fell into dead silence, with only the song that sounded like the howling of a demon crawling out of hell remaining.

"After dinner tonight, I'll go for a walk in the square."

A group of middle-aged women were dancing, bouncing along to the music.

This thing is pretty fun; you can stretch your arms and spin around.

Anyway, I have nothing to do right now, so I'll sing a bit too.

Stand in a row with your arms outstretched and sway to the rhythm.

People were moving strangely, like a bunch of zombies.

All eyes were on Rupert, who was wearing sunglasses and swaying his head, engrossed in his own singing.

Soon, someone couldn't hold on any longer, their legs buckled, and they knelt on the ground, burying their face in their hands and weeping bitterly.

This kneeling seemed to be some kind of command; in an instant, the crowd on the street knelt down in unison, each one looking like a madman, desperately covering their ears.

Murphy's legs trembled, and the veins on his hands, gripping the fortune-telling banner, bulged.

"Stop, brother, stop right now!"

Hearing the shout, Qi Yan snapped out of his reverie, pulled down his sunglasses, and looked around curiously.

"Why are you all kneeling to listen to me sing? Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

Murphy knelt down with the surrounding crowd, crying out:

"Brother, I know I was wrong. Let's talk this out, don't say a word!"

“You Leitanians are really strange,” he complained. “You claim to love music, but every time I come to join you, you react with such xenophobia.”

"There was a similar incident before; I sang a song here, and someone chased me around with a flute and banged me all over my head."

They must have felt completely exhausted after listening to the song, otherwise they wouldn't just have bumps all over their heads... huh?

Is there anyone on this land who can knock you out and give you a full head of bumps?

The Gemini Queens have personally taken action?!

Seeing Murphy's increasingly terrified expression, Qi Yan waved his hand listlessly:

"Alright, get up, all of you. You hypocritical musicians don't really love music at all."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Murphy dared not utter a single word of dissent.

The others took a couple of breaths to catch their breath and finally regained their strength. They glanced at Qi Yan with lingering fear, then scrambled to their feet and fled into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling street became deserted, and even the stalls were left unattended.

Qi Yan flicked his tail unhappily, then turned and walked away.

Murphy quickly got up, supporting his weak legs, and staggered to keep up with Qi Yan's pace.

After the two of them left the block, the crowd around them slowly began to gather again.

However, these people all had lingering fear on their faces, and they huddled together whispering to each other.

Driven by curiosity, Qi Yan leaned closer and eavesdropped.

"Did you hear? Someone on the next street just used music to perform Originium Arts!"

"Of course I've heard about it. I've also heard that the villain's Originium Arts can awaken the deepest fears in people's hearts, and many people have gone to the hospital to see a psychiatrist."

“We infected people are already pitiful enough, how can there be such antisocial people who come out and harm us?”

Qi Yan took a deep breath, returned to Murphy's side, patted his chest, and said thankfully:

"Luckily it didn't happen in the block we were passing by, otherwise we would have been in trouble too."

Murphy opened his mouth, hesitated, but ultimately didn't dare to say what was on his mind.

Just as he was about to persuade Qi Yan to leave as soon as possible to avoid being recognized, he suddenly noticed that Qi Yan took off his beloved sunglasses and stared intently at a figure not far ahead.

Murphy followed Qi Yan's gaze, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

She was a young and beautiful Sakota woman, holding a violin, wearing a white top and a black skirt, her long legs encased in black stockings, leaving only a patch of pristine white skin, which aroused a desire to explore.

Unlike other Sarkaz women, this Sarkaz woman's wings and halo were jet black, almost blending into her long, straight, black hair.

At that moment, the Sarkaz woman, with an elegant smile, stopped a passerby and asked him for information about the Originium Arts caster who could awaken the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The sunglasses were thrown at Murphy's chest, drawing his attention away from the Sarkah woman and back to Qi Yan.

"Old Mo, I've said it before, fortune telling is all about fate."

Qi Yan grinned and strode towards the Sakota woman.

Chapter 275 A disagreement leads to a box attack

"So, you actually never met the caster?"

The Sakota woman's voice reached Qi Yan's ears.

The voice was soft, with a strange urge to relax and drift off to sleep.

The passerby in front of her blushed unconsciously, scratched his head, and chuckled sheepishly:

"After all, everyone present has now gone to the hospital for outpatient appointments. But I heard it was a white-haired Rupert who was wearing black sunglasses."

The Sakota woman nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Her gaze shifted and landed on Qi Yan, who was walking towards her.

White hair, Rupert, except for not wearing sunglasses, perfectly matched the description given by the passerby.

The Sakota woman left the passersby behind and walked gracefully toward Qi Yan, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Are you the one who cast the spell?"