Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

As a result, even the great musicians he admires, loves, and respects most are now unwilling to lend a helping hand to this unfortunate boy who loves music.

Heavens above, earth below…

Czerny's forehead veins bulged, completely bewildered by Qi Yan's exaggerated tone.

"You agreed?" Qi Yan's expression instantly brightened, revealing a radiant smile.

Czerny clicked his tongue lightly and said with a cold face:

"There are so many talented young people who love music on this land. If I save them all, wouldn't I be exhausted?"

But then he took a deep breath and looked at the chalk who had remained silent the whole time.

He said with a displeased expression:

"But I also don't want to see an innocent life disappear before my eyes, especially within my power to do so."

I hope you're not lying to me; I've never encountered any worldly sounds.

Chapter 297 Buy One Get One Free

"It's a promise, no backing out!"

Qi Yan's eyes lit up, and his tail wagged wildly with excitement, constantly lashing out at Murphy beside him.

Murphy was slapped twice and quietly moved away from Qi Yan.

None of them paid attention to his little actions.

Qi Yan excitedly pulled Bai Erni to his side, pressed his head down, and ordered him:

"Quickly become my disciple, kneel and kowtow three times and nine times!"

Bai Erni obediently bent his knees, ready to kneel down, but was pulled back by Czerny.

Czerny's face darkened slightly as he explained:

"This is Letania, where the customs of Yan Kingdom are not practiced!"

You can just call me teacher.

Bai'e nodded obediently, bowed, and said, "Teacher Che."

Cherny's face darkened even more.

However, he quickly composed himself and looked back at Qi Yan:

"I have a question that I hope you can answer carefully."

“With your musical talent, you can teach such an excellent student, why don’t you compose music for Bai’e yourself?” Czerny’s gaze was fixed on Qi Yan, as if he wanted to see through Qi Yan. “You are more familiar with Bai’e, so you should be able to create a piece that suits him better.”

"Well..."

Qi Yan's eyes darted around twice, and he said offhand, "Because I'm better at solo performances, while Bai'e needs another person to cooperate in order to draw out the worldly sounds within her."

"Who?" Czerny frowned.

The more he talked, the more he felt like he had fallen into a pit.

In just a few words, another person he didn't know was brought up.

Qi Yan grinned and spread his hands, saying:

"That handsome young man with black hair who went against you on the show today, the one who played the flute... no, the one who played the pipe, his name is Hei Jian, and he is also the owner of the Sound of the Mortal World."

Saving one is one thing, saving two is the same—it's buy one get one free, isn't that a good deal?

"...It's quite a good deal for you."

Cherny completely lost interest in continuing the conversation with Qi Yan, otherwise he felt his Oripathy would have been cured by anger.

However, upon closer inspection, Czerny discovered that his body was actually showing signs of improvement.

Although his symptoms of Originium erosion were relatively stable, they were still considered a rather serious condition.

Normally, after experiencing strong emotional ups and downs, I would feel a faint stinging sensation in the area where my Originium crystals are formed, but after experiencing so much today, I didn't have any particular reaction.

He even felt refreshed and in better spirits than ever before after following his own conscience and choosing to rescue the boy, Bai'e.

"This isn't the place for a detailed discussion. Let's go to my house and talk things over."

Cherny turned and opened the door, then paused, closed it again, and turned to Qi Yan, warning him:

"You're not allowed to talk about such dangerous topics on the street!"

Only after Qi Yan nodded in agreement did he dare to reopen the door and lead the way out.

After the four figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, a slender figure slowly walked over.

"Cherny, you've finally come to this."

Gertrude stood in front of the door of the room where the four had been talking, tapped her finger to turn off the eavesdropping function on the terminal, and looked somewhat complicated.

She pushed open the door, walked into the lounge, sat on the sofa, and stared blankly at the empty floor in front of her.

The listening devices she installed had captured every word of Qi Yan and the others' conversation.

After hearing this, Gertrude did not feel happy that Qi Yan had tricked Czerny into helping him. Instead, she felt a strange emptiness.

“I admit I’m a madman, I never consider any sacrifices when I do things, but… this time, I thought I had Qi Yan and wouldn’t need to use you.”

Gertrude muttered to herself as she stared at the empty floor: "I never imagined that all the effort I put into planning around you, fearing your strong personality and resistance, would lead to such a simple answer when I wanted to deal with you."

He's just a boy you've only met for the first time, and you're willing to get involved in this kind of thing just to save him... Are you an idiot?

"Oh, sir, it's rare to have so many guests at home."

As soon as Qi Yan and the others entered Cherny's house, an old woman dressed as a servant came up to them and exclaimed in surprise.

“Ursula, could you please prepare some dinner for us? We have something to discuss,” Czerny instructed.

The old woman smiled and nodded in agreement. After bowing to Qi Yan and the others, she turned and went into the kitchen.

As Czerny led the group into the room, he explained:

“She is a distant relative of mine, and I have been taking care of her. Although she is trustworthy, it is best not to involve her.”

"Don't worry, I'm here, you're all set."

Qi Yan grinned and called out towards the kitchen, "Grandma Ursula, I want to drink potato soup!"

"Oh, potato soup is our specialty!"

Ursula responded with delight from inside the kitchen.

Cherny felt somewhat helpless but not at all offended by Qi Yan's overly familiar manner.

At Czerny's invitation, the group took their seats, and Czerny initiated the conversation:

"I need more detailed information about the current situation of Cretaceous. I still feel like I must be crazy to have agreed to something like this."

Mr. Qi Yan, you'd better make sure your explanation is convincing enough to move me, lest I change my mind.

"Actually, that's all I have to say, I've said pretty much everything," Qi Yan said, shrugging. "I mainly went home with you to freeload a meal."

"You're friends with Mr. Murphy, why would you need my simple meal?"

Czerny swallowed the "get out" that was on the tip of his tongue and instead asked the question:

"Why do you believe that the ensemble pieces I composed can evoke the earthly sounds within Chalk and that nobleman named Black Key?"

"I'm a fortune teller, I just need to do a quick calculation... cough cough!"

Qi Yan was halfway through his nonsense when he saw Czerny's face growing increasingly gloomy, so he quickly changed his tune: "Actually, drawing out the earthly sounds would be possible by having the chalk and black keys play together, but that would only cause a conflict between the earthly sounds within the two of them, and would have no real meaning."

I need you to listen to the earthly voices of the two of them and use your talents to compose a new melody that suits them.

In other words, I demand that you defeat the Witch King musically, and utterly crush him!

"And then what happens after the sounds of the mortal world emerge?"

This time, it was Murphy who asked the question. He looked solemn and analyzed, "Once that thing leaves the bodies of the two people, it will definitely go out of control. Anyway, that's how the legend of the Witch King goes. All of the Witch King's music is full of tyranny."

Qi Yan was not so polite to Murphy's question and slapped Murphy on the head.

"He's already out, why ask?"

Qi Yan said confidently, "Of course we should pin him to the ground and rub him against the ground like crazy!"

Murphy got slapped, and although it didn't hurt, he still made a face as if he was grimacing.

Seeing Qi Yan raise his hand again, Murphy shrank back in fright, quickly regained his composure, and said:

"But brother, I've done some serious research these past few days. While it may not be entirely accurate, it can serve as a reference."

The sounds of the mortal world are not physical objects, including the one who might be resurrected. Unless you actually resort to the methods of the Yan Kingdom's Celestial Master, ordinary physical means and Originium Arts simply cannot harm them!

Qi Yan raised his chin, looking proud, and said:

"I don't know the methods of a Taoist priest, but I can commit suicide. As long as I become dead, I can kill people!"

Chapter 298 Qi Yan's Confidence

The three people at the table looked at Qi Yan with some helplessness.

They took Qi Yan's words as a joke and did not believe that Qi Yan was really going to stage a suicide.

Murphy pondered for a moment, realizing that this kind of duel between strong individuals was beyond his comprehension, so he simply gave up on the spot and began to look forward to Ursula's potato soup.

However, the chalk, which had remained silent until now, chose to open its mouth:

"But the worldly voice within me affects those around me every time it's drawn out. Can Teacher Che withstand it?"

"We can handle it, no problem."

Qi Yan patted his chest and gave his assurance.

Czerny opened his mouth, wanting to say that even he himself didn't have that confidence.

After a moment's hesitation, Czerny did not voice his concerns, for deep down he also wanted to experience the sounds of the mortal world.

The Witch King was not only a monarch with extremely high magical skills, but also a musical genius who amazed the world.

Czerny really wanted to give it a try.

Making friends through music, even if that person isn't a friend, doesn't stop them from being interested.

"Then, regarding the effect of the Sound of the Mortal Realm on Oripathy..." Cretaceous asked again.

He always kept the people around him in mind, constantly reminding them of the potential danger that worldly noises could worsen their Orthopaedic disease.

He could barely tolerate being with Qi Yan and Murphy on a daily basis, because Murphy wasn't infected, and a strong person like Qi Yan obviously didn't need him to worry about him.

Qi Yan smiled and waved his hand, looking proud:

"A mere mineral disease, my old lynx can now be suppressed with the flick of a finger."

After this is over, I'll arrange for you all to receive treatment at Rhodes Island. My grandfather's infection was alarmingly severe. After six months of treatment at Rhodes Island, his back pain is gone, his legs are no longer sore, and he can speak fluently again.

Three people: "..."

These words sound exactly like something a guy selling counterfeit or substandard products would say.

Murphy stood to the side, stroking his chin in deep thought.

Previously, he shared the same idea as Gertrude: Rhodes Island was just a pretext for Qi Yan to travel across this land.

But judging from Qi Yan's behavior these past few days, his attitude towards Rhodes Island is clearly serious.

However, he did not ask any questions immediately and remained silent.

Ursula quickly finished her work and brought the food to the table.

"You guys eat, we need to go out and buy some things."

After serving the dishes, Ursula greeted everyone with a smile and then prepared to change her clothes and go out.

Murphy turned to Qi Yan and asked for instructions:

“Things are a bit unsettled outside lately, I’ll go and accompany Granny Ursula.”

"No need. As long as you stay within the Viseheim region, even if the sky falls, it won't hurt you."

Qi Yan spoke calmly, yet his words revealed an unparalleled confidence.