Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

“Begler, remember your place. You are a spy for the Queen’s Voice. You serve only Her Majesty the Queen, not the infected or the city’s elites.”

“Maintaining the stability of Her Majesty the Queen’s territory is also our duty!” Begler stood firm.

Murphy said, word by word:

"Stabilizing Qi Yan is maintaining stability!"

"Okay, stop arguing."

The cloaked figure who spoke first stopped the two.

He took a deep breath and said to Begler:

“I can understand that you have lived in Sunset District for too long and have feelings for it, but it’s just a group of infected people, just an insignificant little town.”

Don't let this affect your judgment, Begler.

These words already carried a certain warning connotation.

Begler's face beneath his cloak was ashen, his fists clenched tightly, yet he was unable to refute.

"Does anyone else have anything to say?"

The cloaked figure who spoke first glanced at everyone in the room. Seeing that no one spoke, he nodded, got up, and walked towards the door.

The others also left their seats, but Begler and Murphy remained in their seats without making any move.

After everyone had left, Murphy stared at Begler and whispered:

"Control your emotions. I'm in charge of the Dosoles side. After Qi Yan's matter is over, I need to hurry back."

Don't let your situation disrupt my schedule.

"Heh, what you really mean is, don't let a group of infected people cause you to lose your bonus this year, right?"

Begler's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"No, I am not loyal to money, I am only loyal to Her Majesty the Queen."

Murphy got up, pushed open the door, and left, leaving behind only one last piece of advice:

"You must do the same."

Chapter 278 The Reclusive Bad Woman

"Sir, it's time to get up."

A gentle female voice softly echoed in Qi Yan's ears.

Qi Yan opened his sleepy eyes and was greeted by a sweet-smiling maid.

"Old Mo understands me; he knows to arrange a cat-eared maid to wake me up."

Qi Yan reached out and pinched the maid's soft cat ears, then, under the maid's shy gaze, he did a somersault...

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Qi Yan blushed and pointed to the bed, explaining dryly:

"This thing is too soft and doesn't provide any leverage."

The maid covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then nodded obediently.

Qi Yan obediently rolled out of bed and, under the care of the maid, experienced a decadent washing and grooming process.

Then, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, he strode down the corridor with the confident stride of Gao Qisheng and leisurely made his way to the restaurant.

As soon as Qi Yan entered, he was surprised to find an unexpected figure sitting in the restaurant.

What's this woman doing here?

Qi Yan pointed at Arturo and questioned Murphy, who was in the main seat.

Murphy gave a wry smile and explained:

"This woman had been in a state of self-isolation since yesterday, starting from the coffee shop. It took her a whole night to muster the courage to step out of her room, and then the coffee shop owner brought her to the manor."

According to him, the coffee shop does not offer lodging services.

"Surely it's not that serious. You just listened to a song and you've become withdrawn?"

Qi Yan walked up to Arturo and was surprised to find that the woman was actually quite timid and hesitant, no longer displaying her previous elegant demeanor.

Arturo's body tensed noticeably as he looked at Qi Yan walking up to him, as if he had seen the most terrifying being on this land.

"Oh, it can talk?" Qi Yan asked.

Arturo nodded, his voice hoarse, "Yes."

Qi Yan grinned and sneered:

"You woman, you're usually so talkative, why are you so quiet now?"

Arturo glanced cautiously at Qi Yan, but did not reply.

Qi Yan didn't say anything more, patted her head, and laughed:

“That’s great. If you can be a quiet, decorative vase, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around to feast my eyes on.”

So you don't run around recklessly and turn that perfectly good monastery into a scene of 'burning oneself in the fire.'

Arturo blinked, unable to understand Qi Yan's words.

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qi Yan was still willing to accept the unfortunate woman, Arturo. He then quickly got up and personally helped Qi Yan to his seat.

After Qi Yan picked up his knife and fork and began his attack on the food, Murphy sat down again and said:

"Brother, this morning Madam Gertrude sent a message that she has invited Count Utica to come over under the pretext of attending Mr. Czerny's concert. He is expected to arrive in three days."

Then there's Chalk. Just as you said, he wandered to the Sunset District on his own without us having to look for him. Everything is proceeding according to your plan.

"well done."

Qi Yan chewed on his food and muttered, "Come with me to go out for another fortune telling later, and find a chance to make proper arrangements for my little white sheep."

Murphy dared not utter a single word of dissent to Qi Yan's words and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

When Arturo heard the name Chalk, he suddenly looked up, but ultimately said nothing and quietly lowered his head to eat his breakfast.

Breakfast passed easily as Qi Yan kept teasing Arturo.

The only thing that Qi Yan regretted was that although Arturo was quiet, he was a little too quiet. No matter how Qi Yan teased him, Arturo only responded with the simplest "uh-huh" sounds.

Even when Qi Yan asked Arturo to get a maid outfit to change into after dinner, the woman just shrank back and nodded in agreement.

This completely passive attitude gradually made Qi Yan lose interest. After finishing breakfast, he picked up a cup of coffee and went back to his room to change clothes.

When he changed his clothes and arrived at the villa, Murphy was already there, dressed in yesterday's clothes, waiting for him.

Even Arturo changed into the maid outfit Qi Yan had specified and waited silently with Murphy.

The classic black and white maid outfit, paired with Arturo's eye-catching black stockings, finally caught Qi Yan's eye once again.

Noticing Qi Yan's gaze, Arturo gently tugged at her skirt, trying to cover her private area.

But Qi Yan suddenly stepped forward to stop her, and then, under Arturo's slightly tense nerves, he asked:

"Won't your Sarkaz wings get scratched when you change clothes?"

Also, do you only sleep on your stomach? Won't lying down press on your wings?

I heard that you guys feel dizzy when your aura is covered up. Does that mean Sakta feels uncomfortable when he wears a pullover outfit?

"Speaking of which, that black halo of yours, isn't it making all the other Sarkaz green with envy? I remember it doesn't have a light-off function, and it always dazzles my eyes when I'm trying to sleep."

Arturo: "..."

She vowed that her silence this time was not due to a mental breakdown.

While she remained silent, Qi Yan had already circled around her once, muttering to himself:

"Is this black halo similar to the symptoms of black fingernails, where one infection spreads to two?"

If so, I'll call Exusiai over to have a little cuddling with you; that should help her solve a major life problem.

"...It's not contagious, it's innate."

Arturo's autism was somehow alleviated by Qi Yan's pressure, and he spoke up for himself with a dark expression.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan clicked his tongue with slight regret, and had no choice but to put these thoughts aside for the time being, waving his hand and leading the way out of the manor.

Led by Qi Yan, the trio began their new day's journey.

"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."

Walking through the streets of the Sunset District, Murphy had gradually gotten used to the shouts and accepted the strange looks from passersby.

Arturo followed closely behind Qi Yan like a little tail. Listening to Murphy's shouts, he couldn't help but recall yesterday's experience. His pretty face turned slightly pale, giving him a delicate and pitiful look.

After shouting for a while, Murphy took the opportunity while drinking water to linger next to Qi Yan again:

"Brother, are we also searching for chalk today by chance?"

"No need. I've done some calculations, and the chalk is nearby," Qi Yan said mysteriously.

Murphy's eyes widened immediately.

You even claimed you didn't know any of the Taoist priests' tricks!

Qi Yan chuckled inwardly at Murphy's shock.

He's not a fortune teller; it's just his body reacting.

The earthly voice on the chalk is a failed product; in areas where chalk appears, the condition of those infected will worsen.

However, this worsening is very subtle, and there may even be a phenomenon of 'false recovery', which makes infected people mistakenly believe that their condition has been alleviated, when in fact they are rushing toward exploding.

Qi Yan's body is sensitive enough to subtle changes in the Originium, so he can completely act as a human radar.

Under the curious gaze of Murphy and Arturo, Qi Yan began to spin around, making random hand gestures with his fingers and muttering to himself.

He quickly discovered a direction in which his body reacted most strongly, and decisively stepped forward.

The remaining two quickly followed.

The three of them hadn't gone far when Qi Yan stopped.

He heard a gentle, youthful voice.

"Boss, I heard there's going to be a talent show here, and you can win a prize if you pass the selection process. Can I sign up?"

Even though he had never heard the sound of chalk before, Qi Yan suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Such a gentle, youthful voice—no one but Bai'e could possess it.

"This is a charity performance, there's no prize money involved, you've been scammed."

A middle-aged man's voice replied to the boy's question.

Qi Yan stood on tiptoe and peered through the crowd to see a young Caprini wearing a white shirt and a black vest.

The boy's long white hair was draped behind him. Although he exuded the air of poverty, he was clean and tidy, without a trace of being a vagrant.

The most striking feature was the pair of red and white spiral ram horns on the boy's head.

Qi Yan knew that the pair of spirals were a hallmark of the Witch King's bloodline.

However, the civilians in the Sunset District were unaware of this feature, so they didn't pay any attention to it.

Just as Qi Yan was about to push through the crowd to get closer to Bai'e, he noticed a suspicious-looking man stepping up to Bai'e and whispering something to him.

A hint of surprise appeared on Bai'er's face. He nodded repeatedly and prepared to leave with the man.

Chapter 279 You're in for a Bloodbath

Qi Yan witnessed the little white lamb that was about to be snatched away from his mouth, and his eyes widened in shock:

"You son of a bitch, you dare to steal my man?!"

His shout instantly drew countless eyes.

This naturally included Chalk and the furtive man.

Bai E turned his head and met Qi Yan's gaze. After a moment of reaction, he realized that the man Qi Yan was talking about was actually himself.