Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Zofia sighed and muttered to herself:

"Maria is still at the tavern. Given her careless nature, she definitely didn't bring an umbrella. After applying the medicine to Marna, I still need to go to the tavern to pick up Maria."

I've really worried myself sick over this family; if this keeps up, I'll become a housewife.

Chapter 397 Marna: It's raining... Qi Yan: No, it's not raining!

Outside the window, there were endless dark clouds, while inside, the light was a pale yellow.

Marner stood by the window, the lamplight casting his shadow across it, as if to envelop the vast sky outside.

"Don't always look so gloomy; money doesn't just fall into a gloomy pocket."

A sleazy, frivolous voice suddenly came from the corner of the room.

Marna didn't turn around, but he knew it was some uninvited Sarkaz.

“Look at your little expression. The Radiant Knight is doing a great thing right now.” Sarkaz strolled around the house as if she were in her own bedroom. “She’s challenging the Business Federation and the country’s system in her own way. She’s helping the infected hiding in the shadows of the city with her actions. How noble.”

"and then?"

Marna didn't even glance at the Sarkaz: "Can she provide them with a way to survive? Can she cure Oripathy? Can she help the infected fight against society in the long run?"

A thuggish smile spread across Sarkaz's dark, sculpted face, which was as striking as Thorn's.

"Who knows? Didn't that person from Rhodes Island come to visit? That company seems to be quite good at treating infected people."

Marna finally turned her head, looking at the black-haired, blue-eyed Sarkaz with displeasure:

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, Toran."

Eavesdropping on conversations is not a good habit. If you have nothing else to do, leave the Grand Knight's territory and go back to your bandit lair.

After being so rudely expelled by Marna, Toran immediately put on a pitiful expression:

"That's Qi Yan! I wouldn't dare eavesdrop on him even if I had ten thousand lives..."

So now that the two sisters are safe and sound, they want me to leave?

"I have already paid the compensation."

Marna seemed disgusted by Toran's posture and turned her gaze back to the window.

“…Yes, yes.” Toran smacked his lips and muttered, “In the end, we’re just making a deal, Master Marner. You no longer need the help of someone like me.”

Maena: "..."

He took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"So, you still overheard our conversation."

Toran grinned, a relieved expression on his face, and patted his chest, saying:

"After all, that's Qi Yan. How could I possibly suppress my curiosity? Luckily, he didn't get angry and didn't cut off my ear as a warning."

A Sarkaz without horns is strange enough, but if I also lack ears, my god, I'd definitely be the most distinctive Sarkaz on this land.

Marner remained silent.

Toran paid no attention to this and continued his rambling:

"The origins of those two Sarkaz who sniped Maria on the field have become clearer. As a fellow Sarkaz, I truly pity the fate of these 'knights'."

However, I must remind you that if this is considered a transaction, it is no longer within the scope of our agreed business, and my work is already finished.

"It's rare for me to come here, and I have my own reasons. I was hoping to try and persuade you... Tsk, even Qi Yan was rejected by you so ruthlessly, it seems I have no hope at all."

Marna's silent lips tightened slightly.

Toran, observing the subtle changes in his expression, chuckled.

"Hey, don't make that face. Our relationship isn't what it used to be, Mr. Marner."

I'm just a nobody bounty hunter, nothing to this great knightly territory, and you—oh, ha, sorry.

Toran seemed to be amusing himself, shaking his head and sighing:

"It seems you're nothing either, then we're truly in the same boat."

Marna's face remained calm and composed, and she remained silent throughout.

Seeing this, Toran's smile slowly faded, and he too fell silent, turning to leave.

The wind was howling outside the window.

Marna's gaze slowly focused on the windowpane in front of her, where a splash of water was blooming.

"It's raining... uh, huh?"

Marna had barely uttered a sigh when he suddenly seemed to see something incomprehensible, and even with his composure, he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

"What happened?"

Just moments ago, Toran looked deeply devastated. He immediately moved closer, squeezed next to Marna, and leaned out the window with his head against Marna's face.

Then Toran's sleazy expression froze.

Outside the window, a light drizzle was falling softly in the sky, but as it approached the city, it was suddenly swept up by the wind and turned into fluttering snowflakes.

"My goodness!"

The doctor stood with his hands in his pockets in front of the suite's huge floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the spectacular sight of a light drizzle falling on the horizon and snowflakes dancing in the city.

Without much thought, he could guess who had the ability and the leisure to do so.

"Doctor, are you calling for the snake-slaughtering box?"

Inside the suite, Amiya was hunched over a mountain of documents, leaving only her fluffy rabbit ears visible to the Doctor.

The doctor turned his head, gave a wry smile, and strode over to move the files aside.

"Ever since that white-haired dog caused trouble, you've been forcing yourself to work overtime. This isn't what the white-haired dog intended. Don't wait until I go to complain to him."

He's not like me. If that white dog knew you were pushing yourself so hard, he'd definitely grab your ear and scold you until you cried.

"Doctor, I didn't... Oh, it's snowing?!"

Amiya looked up and finally saw the strange phenomenon outside the window.

The doctor smiled and waved:

"Let's take a break; the view from the window is even more spectacular."

Amiya couldn't resist the Doctor's insistence, so she obediently got up and walked to the window. Looking at the drizzling rain and snowflakes covering the ground outside, her little mouth opened slightly.

"Did Mr. Qi Yan make this?" Amiya asked.

"Who else but him."

The doctor opened the window and reached out to catch a few snowflakes.

Watching the snowflakes slowly melt in his palm, the professor smiled:

“But I don’t remember the white dog hating rain. And even if he did hate rain, he wouldn’t do something like this.”

Amiya continued, following the doctor's train of thought:

"So... it's because Miss Qi Lin hates rain?"

"Amiya, do you hate rain?" the Doctor asked abruptly, "or do you hate snow?"

Amiya shook her head: "I don't have any particular likes or dislikes about the weather."

"That's good. Otherwise, Rhodes Island will be in a state of constant hail, with no rain or snow."

"PhD……"

"Alright, Amiya, go make two cups of coffee and let's slowly appreciate this rare spectacle."

"But……"

"No buts, sweetie, go make some coffee."

Seeing that the doctor insisted, Amiya had no choice but to obediently walk to the door, push it open, and go out to make coffee.

Once the door was closed, the doctor immediately pulled out a vial of sanity serum and gulped it down in one go.

He then took a deep breath, rushed to his and Amiya's desks, and frantically reviewed the documents. Despite his frail strength, the doctor unleashed an astonishing potential, his pen almost swaying in the wind.

When Amiya and Gravel returned with the coffee pot and cups, the Doctor was already back at the window, slurping down two vials of sanity potion.

The doctor turned his head and said with an awkward smile, "Amiya, I'm full. You and Miss Gravel can enjoy this coffee."

"Would I have the honor of inviting these two beautiful ladies to join me in appreciating this romantic scene?"

Chapter 398 The Doctor Did Not Sleep

"Capture the Flag competition..."

Qi Lin stood in the waiting area for the competition entrance, looking at the competition schedule in her hand.

Beside her, Qi Yan was gesturing and doing what looked like a proper warm-up, but his movements looked more like he was doing a cheerleading dance.

Qi Lin flipped the competition schedule over and quietly read out the competition rules on the back:

"Within the competition area, flags symbolizing scores will be randomly placed. Participants must try to score as many points as possible within the allotted time and must not leave the scoring line..."

"Relax, relax, don't read this useless stuff to me. If you ask me, if someone is stealing points, just take care of them first. Isn't that simple?"

Qi Yan interrupted his younger sister, patting his chest with full confidence and making a bold statement.

Qi Lin glanced at him sideways and said indifferently:

"I am reading this to myself."

"So, you, as my agent, haven't even cared about my competition?" Qi Yan suddenly felt extremely hurt.

"Do you need it?" Qi Lin asked in return.

"makes sense."

Qi Yan was instantly revived.

Just then, the host's voice called for the contestants to enter the waiting area. Qi Yan took out his staff, excitedly pushed open the door and ran out.

This was his first match in the tournament, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep last night. He got up and dragged the doctor, who was still awake, to train all night.

As Qi Yan excitedly took the stage first, he was instantly drowned out by the deafening cheers of the audience outside.

He wagged his tail happily and waved to the audience with his hands raised high.

A citizen in the audience nudged his companion and asked in confusion:

"By the way, who is the first knight to appear? Why is everyone so enthusiastic? Is he some famous knight?"

"I don't know them, but everyone's cheering, so I'll just join in," his companion said, before continuing his mindless cheering.

The citizen who asked the question paused for a moment, then realized it made sense, and without thinking, joined the cheering crowd.

Just as Qi Yan was having a good time, a Kuranta man with his hair standing on end, held a microphone in the host's seat above the arena, passionately introducing the competition. It was unclear how much hairspray was used to fix it.

He would include an advertisement in every three sentences, but with his passionate narration, the specific lines had long become less important.

"I'm your old friend, Big Mouth Mob. It's an honor to continue providing live commentary for the Knights Tournament."

"Our first rookie knight is so enthusiastic, he's like a roaring guardian, and even the gale will submit to your promotional slogan!"

"Next up is... our popular knight, the Rusty Bronze Knight, Olmer Ingra!"

"The next thing is..."

Before the game started, Mobble used the Cavaliers' entrance to build up the atmosphere.

As he introduced the contestants, their popularity gradually became more differentiated, with nearly 70% of the audience chanting the name of the Rusty Bronze Knight.

Qi Yan also heard this name and turned to look at the burly figure that appeared from the other side of the arena.

As the figure moved, the armor covering his entire body made a series of solid, powerful clacking sounds. Each step he took was like a heavy hammer slamming into the ground, exuding a sense of oppression.

Upon seeing the other person's figure, Qi Yan took a deep breath and slapped his forehead in frustration:

"I forgot to buy myself a suit of armor. It's rare that all the doctor's money is in my hands now."

Just as Qi Yan was feeling frustrated, the Rusty Bronze Knight who had just appeared also noticed him.