Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Now we actually have the opportunity to follow a noble lord—this is an incredible chance!"

Even through the thick protective suits, the military police could still sense the fanaticism in those people's tone.

The military police couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

He and Severin had just dismissed the possibility that the remnants of the Witch King were behind the rebellion, but the next second they were being directly accused of it.

"What, aren't you interested?" the young man asked with a light laugh.

The military policeman's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly forced himself to calm down, feigning concern as he said:

"I'm interested, but I can't just believe what you say without proof. Can you provide any evidence?"

The young man chuckled:

"He's a smart person, and we like smart people."

As he spoke, the young man waved his hand, and one of his companions immediately turned around and opened one of the two wooden boxes in the corner of the room.

A box full of dried meat came into the sight of the military police.

The military police were stunned to see so much dried meat.

These days, the food crisis in Wolumonde is getting worse, and their military police are being asked by Severin to set an example by only having bread each day, while dried meat is given priority to civilians.

"As long as you join us, you can eat jerky every day." The person who opened the box said, and then opened another wooden box next to it, "The gold, silver and precious stones inside are also for everyone."

This is just our squad's weekly operational resources. Once we all control Wolumonde, our noble lords will be able to confidently send in even more valuable items!

Heavy breathing echoed in the room, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two wooden crates.

The military policeman swallowed hard and suddenly realized that his breathing was just as heavy, perfectly blending into the breathing of the others.

Chapter 371 We're all family!

The military police used all their might to look away from the two wooden crates.

He gritted his teeth and resisted:

"I don't believe you would be so kind. In the eyes of the nobles, we commoners are just disposable commodities that can be used at will. Who knows if you will abandon us after the deed is done?"

He dared not turn around and leave immediately, fearing that these guys might have some lethal weapons that would leave him behind.

But he chose to use this less provocative questioning to try to awaken the rationality of the civilians inside the house.

The young man didn't rush to answer. He slowly walked to the wooden crate and casually distributed a few pieces of dried meat to everyone in the room, including the military policeman.

Although the military policeman was reluctant, he couldn't bring himself to throw away the dried meat in his hand.

Since they're all enemy territory anyway, why not take advantage of them? I'll pretend to agree, but I'll remain firm in my own convictions. I'm just gathering intelligence.

After a moment of internal struggle, the military police carefully removed their gloves and masks from their protective suits, unpacked the jerky, and stuffed the entire jerky into their mouths in just a few bites.

After doing all that, he immediately put his protective suit back on and looked at the young man warily.

Facing the gaze of the military police, the young man was not surprised and smiled, saying:

"Actually, everyone is the same. Every family member in this house was full of doubts when they first came, but look how happy they are eating now."

The military police turned around and saw that the civilians were wolfing down the jerky. Some of the impatient people hadn't even taken off their protective suits and gloves, and were directly pulling open their masks and stuffing the jerky into their mouths.

"Hey, your gloves might have Originium dust on them," the military police officer immediately warned.

The young man smiled and waved his hand to stop him, explaining:

"This is also the benefit we offer: we can provide Oripathy blocking drugs, and we can guarantee that infected and non-infected people are treated equally in our team, and everyone is family!"

We are now aware of what happened in Wolumond. Most of the non-infected people who died were at risk of infection, so we specifically asked the noble lord to purchase a large quantity of medicine to treat Oripathy.

Even if a family member is infected with Oripathy, they can survive with the support of medication. In fact, because of Oripathy, family members can unleash Originium Arts with their bare hands and become even stronger!

Friend, do you crave power?

The military police were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

He knew, of course, that infected people could unleash Originium Arts with their bare hands, but that would be tantamount to consuming their own lives!

The young man noticed the military police's fear and continued with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, my friend. With the support of the noble lord's funds and medicine, the effects of Oripathy can be reduced to almost zero."

"Since you're being supported by a noble lord, don't you want endless wealth, a status revered by all, and the ability to unleash Originium Arts at will?"

The young man's voice carried a strong seductive quality, every word resonating with the military police's inner desires.

The military policeman wavered, but still forced himself to speak up and resist.

But the young man stepped back before him, clapped his hands, and shouted:

"Alright, alright, that's about all for today. Let's welcome our new family members first, and then it'll be time for the closing ceremony."

Upon hearing that the ceremony was adjourning, the eyes of the commoners inside the room burned even brighter.

They took out a small white booklet, opened it, and waited.

In his bewilderment, the military policeman was also given a small booklet, which he instinctively opened.

"The family members take an oath together, and after that, they can receive today's food." The young man added, "After we leave, we hope that the family members will continue to recruit new members. With each new family member joining, everyone can receive extra jerky, just like today."

The room was immediately filled with excited recitations.

"Perhaps you are confused about your current situation. Seize the opportunity, take control of your life. Today's hardship is tomorrow's success. The Blue Sky Project will give you the opportunity to follow the noble lords, or even become one of the noble lords, and become a person above others."

"Blue Sky Project, you'll be the next aristocrat!"

In a daze, the military policeman subconsciously picked up the pamphlet and began to praise the greatness of the nobleman.

After the oath was taken, he did indeed receive a large portion of dried meat.

The military police then followed the civilians, and by the time they came to their senses, they had already left the room.

Everyone around him immediately tore open the jerky packaging and ate all the jerky on the spot.

One of them reminded him:

"Eat quickly, or you won't be able to eat anymore when you get back and someone sees you."

The military police were startled.

He knew the man was warning him to be careful that his jerky might be stolen, but another thought kept popping into his mind.

If this matter were to be exposed, given Severin's character, the confiscated jerky would simply be stored in warehouses and distributed to civilians, leaving him, the military policeman, with nothing.

He might get a few words of praise from Severin or be promoted a minor officer, but he'd only ever be a military policeman...

Inside the small house, the young man and others had all left, casually taking off their protective suits to reveal their signature white hair.

"Phew, this lousy thing is suffocating," Qi Yan complained as he tossed the protective suit aside.

The remaining people in the room dared not ignore the risk of infection like he did; they continued to speak in hushed tones while wearing their protective suits:

"You keep talking about family, making even the fake seem real, and I'm almost starting to believe it."

"Besides, why did you bring in a military policeman? Aren't you afraid he'll expose us later?"

Qi Yan chuckled confidently and said:

"When I went to look for the gramophone last night, I found this guy secretly complaining about his life to himself. People like that are easy to fool."

"If we can bring the military police on board, it will be much easier for us to develop our network."

The queen's voice hesitated for a moment before cautiously reminding him:

“We’re just making an example of them to show the commoners the hypocrisy and cruelty of the nobility after the Witch King appears. We’re not asking you to actually lure all the commoners in… You should tone it down.”

Qi Yan said dismissively, "If we don't kill a few more, how can we scare those civilians who are like monkeys? From my experience, they are the epitome of non-violent non-cooperation."

Of course, I still believe in the inherent goodness of humanity; it's just that this goodness is easily hidden in the face of circumstances. I can help guide this goodness outward, but whether this tiny flame can be sustained depends on the determination of Your Majesty the Queen.

"Her Majesty the Queen is the greatest and wisest ruler in Leitania. She will surely lead us to success!"

Several queens spoke in unison.

Qi Yan smiled but didn't say anything.

If he remembered correctly, certain subtle clues suggested that the Witch King had once been a wise ruler...

As the days passed, Qi Yan, having escaped Anto's sight, no longer cared about whether he would suddenly die, and happily developed his Blue Sky Project every day.

In the end, the White Queen and the voices of the Queens were somewhat taken aback by the scale of Project Blue Sky.

The White Queen even personally intervened to try and dissuade Qi Yan from slowing down the pace of development, otherwise, with the final purge by the Witch King, there would probably be very few survivors left in the entire Wolumond.

Unfortunately, Qi Yan was clearly a bit carried away, and his happiest time each day was spent traveling between various strongholds and giving speeches to his family members.

Seeing that she could not stop Qi Yan from speaking up, the White Queen made a decision.

The Witch King should be resurrected.

If she isn't resurrected soon, her people will have to line up for a resurrection contest!

Chapter 372 That night, everyone in the city saw their grandmother.

It was a peaceful night.

There was an ordinary and pitiful little white Lupo who wandered through a mobile town affected by a natural disaster, constantly knocking on the doors of inhabited houses.

"Sir, would you like to buy a little red hat?" Poor little Rupert sniffed and said pitifully, "They are all freshly picked little red hats, so festive, wearing them can ward off disasters and bring good luck."

Residents inside: ?

"What kind of lunatic are you? Get lost!"

The man slammed the door shut, cursing under his breath, as if afraid that if he hesitated even a little longer, Originium dust would rush into his room.

Poor little Rupert pursed his lips and went from shop to shop, but no one was willing to buy the little red hat in his hands.

Little Rupert squatted sadly in a sheltered corner of an alley, picked up a little red hat and put it on his head.

A warm feeling enveloped little Rupert, and he vaguely saw flames shooting into the sky within the city.

Little Rupert sniffed, then pulled a little red hat from his pocket and folded it up like a cat, putting it back on his head.

He felt even warmer, and in a daze, it seemed as if many people rushed into the street, screaming in terror.

“Grandma always said, Ionia…no survivors!” Little Rupert’s face was filled with a nostalgic smile, as if he could see his kind and gentle grandmother beckoning to him.

Little Rupert's head lolled to the side, and he died on the spot with a smile on his face.

However, he only swayed for a moment before coming back to life, and the kind and gentle grandmother in his imagination vanished instantly.

In order to see the old woman again, little Rupert took out a third little red hat and put it on his head.

In a daze, it seemed as if an arrogant and maniacal laugh began to echo throughout the city, enveloping the entire city of Wolumond.

Amidst the laughter, many residents, unable to withstand the Originium Arts, collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their ears and writhing in agony.

They all saw their grandmother waving...

"Qi Yan, what are you doing squatting here?"

After the operation was launched, a voice of the Empress was ordered by Her Majesty to find Qi Yan. The mission was not to stop Qi Yan from causing trouble, but at least to report what Qi Yan had done as quickly as possible so that the White Empress could think of a solution in time.

Then he saw Qi Yan wearing three little red hats, squatting on the ground and muttering something to himself.

The empress's voice instinctively stopped in her tracks and asked from a distance, fearing that Qi Yan was playing some kind of witchcraft and might accidentally affect him.

Qi Yan, wearing layers upon layers of little red hats, magically produced another one and excitedly exclaimed:

"Sir, would you like to buy a little red hat? It's very festive, and wearing it can ward off misfortune."

The Queen's Voice: "...How much?"

He felt he should keep Qi Yan calm and try to play along with him.

Qi Yan smiled and held up one finger: "Not expensive, just one pure source stone."

"You're robbing me!" The Queen's Voice quickly covered her pockets.

Qi Yan nodded: "Yes!"

The Queen's Voice: ! ?

Half a minute later, he tearfully held the bright red hat and reluctantly put it on his head under Qi Yan's urging gaze.