Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Ultimately, the Cretaceous followed the same path as the Gullia.

Of course, the main reason was that he felt his teachers were all there, so there shouldn't be any problems.

However, after hesitating for a moment, White Cretaceous added:

"I can only work during the day, and I have to go back to my rented room at night to take care of my grandfather."

Qi Yan stroked his chin, wanting to say, "The best thing you can do for your unlucky grandfather is to stay away from him."

However, he ultimately didn't say those words aloud, and instead said:

“That’s easy. My house is quite big. You can bring your grandfather over and he can sleep at my house tonight. No problem.”

Murphy, who was standing to the side, opened his mouth.

He really wanted to say that it was his home!

But in the end, he didn't have the courage to say it aloud. He just silently planned to buy himself a new manor.

Qi Yan's voice pulled Murphy back to reality from his calculations: "Arrange for someone to bring Bai'er's grandfather over."

Murphy quickly nodded in agreement.

Bai'e stared wide-eyed at Qi Yan in disbelief:

How do you know my name?

Also, why do you know so much about my situation?

"I'm a fortune teller!" Qi Yan thumped his chest loudly. "I also predicted that you will meet two very important people in your life in the next few days. Just wait and see."

Bai'e was completely taken aback by Qi Yan's words, and in a daze, he was pulled along by the other party and started walking.

When Qi Yan led him into the Highgarden district and they arrived at Murphy's manor, he wasn't too surprised.

Given the energy Qi Yan displayed on the street, it would be surprising to Bai'e if he actually lived in the Sunset District.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Bai'e was still made lightheaded by the greetings from the pretty maids along the way.

Qi Yan looked at the hazy white chalk and said with a smile:

"Feeling good, huh? This place is so pleasant, I don't even need to think about Luo."

I'll arrange a few maids for you later, so you can experience a life of luxury and decadence.

"I... I'm just here to teach you music," Bai'er said, waving her hands in refusal, her face flushed.

"What, you look down on these ordinary women?" Qi Yan nodded. "That's right, it was my oversight. Then let's arrange for Arturo to be your maid, that would be much more exciting."

"what are you talking about!"

Bai'er's ears started to burn, and she nervously glanced at Arturo, afraid that her teacher might misunderstand something.

Then he saw Arturo bow slightly to him and say softly:

The chalky head buzzed.

Qi Yan ignored the little lamb whose CPU had been completely destroyed by Arturo, a strange smile on his face as he looked at the wicked woman in front of him:

"Your mental fortitude is quite strong; you've reverted to your scumbag personality so quickly?"

Arturo sighed softly and said wistfully:

"I don't think I'll be able to touch the violin anytime soon, but being with you is definitely a novel experience for me. It would be even better if you could stop joking around with me all the time."

Qi Yan said knowingly, "I understand. You want me to do something practical. Come to my room tonight."

Arturo: "..."

She desperately wanted to know where the person who was supposed to rescue her was, and why there had been no movement all day.

Has she been abandoned?

Who exactly is this white-haired Rupert that even those people are wary of?

Qi Yan didn't care about the woman's worries; he was already excitedly wagging his tail and dragging Bai'er along to study music.

Instead, Murphy noticed Arturo's ulterior motives, and after Qi Yan left, he leaned over and sneered:

"Once you're targeted by my older brother, don't even dream about it. Unless he gets tired of you and lets you go on his own, no one on this land will come to your rescue."

"That only means that the benefits I have are not great enough, sir."

Arturo showed little fear towards Murphy: "But you, always calling me 'Big Brother,' acting even more like a Rupert than that Rupert. Aren't you afraid your master will suspect you're biased?"

Murphy shrugged: "Her Majesty the Queen doesn't care about these things."

To use an old saying from Yan, this is called "if you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them." As long as we remain the Empress's voice, then whether we open a coffee shop or become powerful figures, we won't be offended.

Arturo smiled elegantly, his red lips slightly parted:

There is an old saying in Yan State: "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away."

Chapter 281 The Sound of the Mortal World

Murphy frowned, lowered his head, and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

There's an old saying in Yan: "Those who know how to adapt to the times..." Sigh, where are they?

When he finally managed to find a suitable phrase in Yan language to fill the silence, he looked up again, but Arturo was nowhere to be seen.

Murphy clicked his tongue lightly, and instead of going after that wicked woman, he walked into the villa and went straight to his study to begin studying Yan culture.

Before long, the melodious sound of a cello began to echo throughout the villa.

The voice was ethereal and beautiful, seemingly containing some strange magic, filling people's hearts with peace upon hearing it.

However, each performance would only last a short while before being interrupted.

This made the servants working in the manor feel an itch in their hearts, as if Kal'tsit was scratching at them.

"No, something's not right."

Qi Yan interrupted Bai'e's performance again, pacing back and forth in the concert room.

Bai'er awkwardly put down the bow and said somewhat reluctantly:

"I'm sorry, is it because I'm not capable enough?"

Because I only studied cello with a teacher for a short time, and it might not be up to par, I can leave immediately. I'm sorry to disappoint you..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not saying your cello playing is bad," Qi Yan waved his hand. "It's just that my body isn't responding, and that's not right."

He couldn't understand what kind of music would elicit a physical reaction in someone.

Qi Yan frowned slightly.

He considered committing suicide to free his consciousness and properly explore the worldly voices within the chalk body.

But considering that doing so might frighten the little lamb in front of him, he abandoned the plan due to his limited conscience.

Do you sometimes feel a melody in your mind?

Qi Yan tried hard to recall the steps in the plot where the chalk guided the sound of the mortal world: "A gentle melody that you know by heart, yet has nothing to do with you, that lingers in your mind at all times."

Bai'er looked somewhat surprised.

He stared blankly at Qi Yan, then nodded and said, "As you said, there is indeed a melody in my mind, very gentle... no, it should be said that it is too harmonious, to the point of being empty."

Qi Yan clapped his hands excitedly and said:

"That's right, that's the melody. Try to feel it, connect with it, and play it out."

In contrast to Qi Yan's excitement, Bai'e appeared somewhat hesitant:

“But I’ve tried before, and that melody doesn’t resonate with me. It even feels out of control. I’ve never been able to play it successfully, and every time I try, it makes me feel very uncomfortable.”

"Will it hurt your body?" Qi Yan asked.

“No, not at all.” White Cree shook his head in denial.

Upon receiving this reply, Qi Yan's last shred of conscience vanished instantly.

He waved his hand arrogantly and said:

"Then you can play with peace of mind. I'll have Murphy send you a nutrition allowance as compensation, plenty of it!"

Bai'e waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, the reward you gave me is already very generous, 10,000 Lungmen Dollars a month, which is enough for me to take care of my grandfather."

If you want to learn this melody from my head, I will teach you carefully.

"You're wrong again."

Amidst Bai'e's questioning gaze, Qi Yan said with an air of wealth, "These days, who pays a tutor a monthly salary? My payment to you is 10,000 Lungmen coins per day."

Since Murphy is paying for it anyway, we can't miss such a great opportunity to host a tournament.

"Ah this..."

Bai'er was instantly stunned by the amount.

Ten thousand a day, three hundred thousand a month, three million six hundred thousand a year...

Little Aries, who had never seen so much money before, suddenly felt a little dazed. If he hadn't been sitting in a chair, he probably would have started to feel unsteady on his feet.

"I have enough money, are you in?" Qi Yan asked again.

The chalk gradually transformed into the shape of burrs.

The melodious sound of the cello echoed once again.

This time, however, the music inexplicably revealed a strange aura, making listeners want to abandon everything and empty their minds in place.

More importantly, the music possessed an unnatural penetrating power that enveloped the entire manor.

The sound of the piano, heard from any corner of the manor, is as clear as if the performer were right beside you.

The servants in the manor stopped what they were doing and were drawn into a strange mood by the music.

It was as if some force was seeping into their bodies along with the music, draining their strength and making them want to give up, not earn money, not eat, and even not want to live anymore.

Inside the study, Murphy was engrossed in reading a collection of Yan Guo quotations when he suddenly heard the sound of a piano, and the book in his hands fell to the ground.

"Ah, under the overpass, a small quilt is laid out, and everyone who meets him says it's right, right, right. To hell with studying, let whoever wants to study study."

Murphy kicked his legs and leaned back in his chair, giving up.

But before he could fully get into the zone, the music stopped abruptly again.

Murphy snapped out of that strange feeling, sat up abruptly, and swallowed hard.

"That was... the power of the Sound of the Mortal World?"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Murphy suddenly stood up, intending to find a soundproof room for Qi Yan and Bai E before letting them cause trouble again.

Before he could even reach the study door, the sound of the piano came again.

Murphy's steps slowed to a stop, his eyes rolled back, and he lay down on the ground.

"Where there's a will, there's a way; when things reach the bridge, they'll straighten themselves. Why should I bother with Qi Yan? Let him do whatever he wants."

He had just settled down when there was a sudden knock on the study door.

Murphy raised his eyelids slightly, not wanting to care.

But the knocking grew more and more urgent, as if something terrifying was chasing the knocker from behind.

Unable to bear the noise of the knocking any longer, Murphy mustered all his strength to get up and open the door.

He was about to start yelling when he saw the figure outside the door.

"Arturo?" Murphy asked, somewhat surprised. "How did you manage to resist the influence of the Earthly Voice?"

Arturo was pale, as if he were enduring some inhuman torture, and said urgently:

"Quickly find me a soundproof room. Every time I hear music, I'm reminded of the coffee shop... no, I can't remember it anymore."

No, I can't let go of the constraints, I can't be free..."

Arturo slowly squatted down on the ground, hugged himself tightly, and his face was ashen.

Murphy was speechless with astonishment:

"Holy crap, my brother's full version of the song has an even greater impact than the Witch King's Mortal Voice?!"

Arturo had completely withdrawn into himself, curled up into a tiny ball, and didn't even have the energy to argue with Murphy.