Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

A sound that could only be heard by the black keys exploded in his mind.

Black Key immediately showed a pained expression and clutched his head tightly.

'A fool with nowhere to turn will only face self-destruction...'

'Hahaha……'

The arrogant and maniacal laughter echoed in Black Key's mind, as if it wanted to shatter his head.

"Black Key, what's wrong?"

White Chalk and Murphy got up at the same time and walked to Black Key's side.

Faced with Chalk's concerned gaze, Black Key forced a smile:

“Some old ailments, that’s not important, what’s important is… I grant your request.”

'Tsk, what a rebellious brat.'

The voice in his head complained once more, then disappeared again with a huff.

Chapter 305 Murphy's Choice

As the voices in his head subsided, the headache from the black key gradually subsided.

He looked up, smiled at the worried-looking Bai'er, and gestured that the other person didn't need to worry.

After calming Chalk down, Black Key immediately turned his attention to Murphy:

"Then, Mr. Murphy, please explain to me in detail the details of what Chalk just mentioned."

Whitebeard had no objection to Blackkey skipping over himself, the protagonist, and going to ask Murphy instead; on the contrary, he looked at Murphy expectantly and obediently.

Murphy scratched his head and shrugged:

"I know you're going to ask me how confident I am in implementing this plan, and I can only say that there's absolutely no problem."

But if you ask me why, I'm sorry, I don't know either.

This extremely perfunctory answer stirred a surge of anger within Black Key.

The voice he had just heard in his mind clearly revealed the danger of this plan.

A single misstep could lead to self-destruction!

“Mr. Murphy, I have now agreed to Chalk, and I am also part of the plan.”

Black Key's tone hardened: "If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I will absolutely stop all of this."

You wouldn't want to be discovered researching worldly sounds while being a nobleman, would you?

Murphy took a breath, stroked his chin, and smacked his lips.

For some reason, he felt something was off about the threat from the black key.

Murphy shook his head, shaking off the strange feeling in his mind, and said frankly:

"It is not I who study the sounds of the mortal world, but my elder brother Qi Yan and Ms. Gertrude, who invited you to Viseheim."

At this point, Hei Jian suddenly realized something.

No wonder Gertrude, with whom he had no prior personal relationship, suddenly invited him as a count.

He was clearly already involved the moment he stepped onto Viseheim's territory.

This feeling of being schemed against made Heijian's mood suddenly turn gloomy.

Noticing the chalk beside him, Black Key did not choose to activate his ability.

If he put himself in their shoes, and if he were in a state of chalkiness, where he could die at any moment due to the worldly voice within him, he would also choose to bring others into the game.

Even until the very last moment, he would deliberately conceal the truth to avoid any unexpected twists and turns.

But Bai'e did not choose to hide the truth and openly extended an invitation to him.

"Is Bai Cha really in mortal danger?" Hei Jian finally confirmed.

"Yes, the worldly sounds within chalk's body are damaged, and over the years, this will cause irreversible damage to chalk's body."

Murphy did not hide the truth about this matter and also chose to tell the truth: "For this reason, the symptoms of infected people near Chalk will continue to worsen, which makes it impossible for Chalk to make friends and can only choose to leave and wander again and again."

If you truly consider Chalk a friend, I hope you can help him.

As for whether there will be any danger involved, I can only say that with my older brother around, any danger will be easily overcome.

"It seems my understanding of Mr. Qi Yan is still insufficient," Hei Jian commented calmly.

Murphy remained noncommittal, raising an eyebrow and a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.

The more you investigate Qi Yan, the more elusive he becomes.

Murphy can guarantee that, on this land, if Qi Yan doesn't reveal himself, no one will know the full story of Qi Yan.

Hei Jian's hand hung down on his lap, his fingers tapping lightly twice as he asked:

So what do I need to do now?

“You don’t need to do anything. Just focus on practicing your ensemble with Chalk,” Murphy laughed. “That’s the good thing about working for my older brother. You can forget about everything and wait for things to come to a perfect end.”

"I hope so," Black Key said calmly.

Murphy looked at Black Key, who agreed with almost no resistance, and his smile gradually became meaningful.

Everything went as Qi Yan had predicted.

Black Key will grant any request made by Chalk.

The three of them didn't chat much at the stall. After Black Key and White Chalk agreed on a time and place to practice their ensemble, Murphy led White Chalk towards the manor.

As the two walked down the street, Bai'e noticed that Murphy was wearing a stuffy black dress on such a hot day.

"Mr. Murphy, are you attending some kind of banquet?" Bai E couldn't help but ask curiously.

Murphy glanced at his dress and smiled:

"A banquet just for me, to chat with some old friends who have passed away, and to ask them if they have reserved a place for me in the afterlife."

White Cree understood that Murphy was going to pay respects to his deceased friend.

He didn't quite understand the meaning of the second half of Murphy's sentence.

He usually only heard those kinds of words from the mouths of the dying, but Murphy was clearly in his prime.

Bai Ye frowned and asked, "Mr. Murphy, are you having some kind of trouble?"

You can tell me... well, if even you can't solve this problem, I certainly can't either, but you can ask Qi Yan for help. He's very capable, right?

“People always have to make choices that belong only to themselves.” Murphy turned to look at Chalk. “Just like when you learned about the hidden dangers of the earthly voice within you, you would rather face death and loneliness than hurt others.”

The difficulties I've encountered are a direct result of my choices; traitors never have a good end.

“Mr. Murphy…”

Bai'er wanted to say something more, but Murphy lost the desire to continue the conversation and took the initiative to change the subject, starting to talk about random family matters.

Bai'e didn't press the matter further, but simply kept it in mind.

When the two returned to the manor, Murphy immediately noticed that the lock on his door had been broken.

"what's the situation?"

A man's intuition told Murphy that something was wrong.

"Brother, I'm back to cook for you!"

Murphy strode into the room and saw Qi Yanxin finishing the last bite of his omelet rice and leaning back on the sofa, burping contentedly.

In front of Qi Yan, Arturo obediently cleared away the dishes.

"Old Mo, please have a seat."

Qi Yan smiled and waved to him: "You can retire now, Arturo's cooking is really great!"

Murphy stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

At that moment, he felt that his value as an individual was facing an unprecedented crisis!

"Impossible! My skills are definitely no worse than Arturo's. I even studied cooking with a master when I was young!" Murphy insisted, looking indignant.

“But you can’t cast a delicious spell.” Qi Yan shrugged.

Murphy was stunned for a moment, then looked blankly at Arturo.

Then, under his gaze, Arturo's face flushed red at a visible speed, as if recalling some unpleasant experience.

After a moment's hesitation, Murphy said seriously, "What is that? Originium Arts? I can learn it!"

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow, imagining in his mind Murphy dressed as a maid, chanting delicious magic.

He felt a chill run down his spine and angrily said:

"……okay!"

Murphy looked resentful and aggrieved at Arturo before slinking upstairs and into his room.

Arturo felt a chill run down his spine under Murphy's gaze, forcibly ignoring the resentful man and looking at the chalk at the doorway:

"There's some omelet rice in the kitchen, I'll go get it for you."

After Bai Er nodded, he looked dazed and said:

"Teacher, what is delicious magic? Could you help me cast it too?"

Arturo instantly turned red.

"No!" she gritted her teeth. "On this land, I will absolutely not allow anyone other than Qi Yan to use that kind of thing on me!"

Bai'e shrank back in fright and quickly nodded to show that he understood.

Qi Yan watched the interaction between the master and apprentice with a smile, stretched, got up, went upstairs, and went into the study to find a novel to pass the time.

When he came out of his study in the evening, he was surprised to find Murphy and Arturo arguing in the kitchen.

"I'm watching you closely. I want to see what this delicious magic is all about!"

"...I won't use it. Even if I do, I'll go to Qi Yan's room and use it only for him."

Qi Yan's lips twitched twice, but he didn't disturb the two guys.

Dinner was served amidst the playful bickering.

Amid Murphy and Chalk's eager anticipation and Arturo's nervous expression, they both declared that this time there was no need to cast a delicious spell; they could just eat normally.

Arturo breathed a sigh of relief, while Murphy and White were filled with regret.

This sense of regret lingered with Murphy until he finished washing up and lay in bed that evening.

Just as Murphy was about to fall asleep in a bad mood, a peculiar rhythm of insect chirping suddenly came from outside the window.

Murphy jumped up, wide awake.

"Another meeting? Has the Queen's Voice been holding far too many meetings lately?"

Despite her complaints, Murphy quickly tidied her clothes and quietly left the manor.

Chapter 306 Captain White

Two moons hang high in the sky, and the Milky Way stretches far and wide.

In the alley under the cover of night, pedestrians hurried along.

Wearing a cloak, Murphy rushed to the cabin where the Queen's Voice meeting was held and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Murphy skillfully ducked inside.

As soon as he entered the room, he sensed that something was off.

Instead of sitting at the table as usual, Begler and the others stood in two rows in the room, with only one person sitting in the middle chair.

Everyone was watching him, as if preparing for a trial.

"You came."

The only person sitting in the chair in the room spoke, uttering a pleasant female voice.