Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The bar had been open for a while, but there weren't many customers inside.

Qi Yan stood at the door and glanced around. He saw two middle-aged men arm wrestling, fueled by alcohol, but their eyes kept glancing at one spot.

Following their gaze, Qi Yan saw a Kuranta man with blue hair and tail sitting in a seat talking to someone, his face showing the relaxed expression unique to a slacker, with a French fry between his free fingers.

"You found the escaped Serkiak? Congratulations... Hmm, going to a bar? No way, I'm super serious about investigating Nightmare's whereabouts... No, no, how could I slack off, trust me."

The man verbally assured me he trusted me, yet made no attempt to conceal his communication, loudly addressing the bar owner:

"Another order of fries, whoever came up with the brilliant idea of ​​slicing potatoes and frying them? Modern society is beautiful because of him."

Upon hearing the man's voice, the person on the other end of the communication channel became furious and immediately hung up.

"Oh dear, I'm so impatient."

The man laughed and tossed the terminal onto the table, then asked the bald shopkeeper who had brought him the fries:

"Speaking of which, Maria Nearl, who recently rose to prominence, and Whipblade Knight also frequent this place, right?"

The bald boss, with a nearly textbook polite smile, spoke with a distant air:

"If you're looking for an autograph, you'll have to try your luck."

After all, this bar only has a few retired old guys around.

Upon hearing this, the man shook his head regretfully, then his blue-green animal ears twitched, keenly detecting two approaching footsteps.

The man secretly estimated: the two young people, a man and a woman, the man's steps were heavy and messy, indicating that his strength was not high... in fact, it could be said that he was surprisingly bad, while the woman was a master.

The man timed his move perfectly, turning around as the two men approached from behind, ready to scare them.

But as those two faces—faces he had looked at countless times in the photos over the past few days and could never forget even in his dreams—appeared in his sight, the man suffered the greatest shock of his life.

"Qi qi qi..."

"Qi what?"

Qi Yan smiled and pulled up a chair to sit next to the man, placing her hand on his shoulder as if they were old friends.

The man's muscles tensed instantly, and sweat began to bead on his forehead at a visible speed.

Qi Lin sat down next to Qi Yan and said to the bald boss who hadn't left yet:

Two glasses of water.

The bald boss also recognized Qi Yan, who was none other than the Little White Knight whose fame exploded like a volcano after the battle during the day, sweeping across major media outlets.

He was momentarily surprised and uncertain, but he didn't say anything. He nodded to indicate that he had heard the order, then turned and quickly left.

The two middle-aged men who were arm wrestling not far away stopped their competition and huddled together, whispering to each other.

"If I'm not mistaken, that Kuranta man is probably a spy from the Unarmored Alliance, and one of the young men who came in later is a White Knight. How did these two end up together?"

"Strange, very strange. Logically speaking, the Unarmored Alliance and the Infected should be irreconcilable enemies, so why are these two arm in arm, looking like they're on good terms?"

The two middle-aged men were completely bewildered.

What they didn't know was that, in their eyes, the two who were very close friends had one of their heartbeats that was about to break through the limits of the earth's surface.

"Mr. Qi... Mr. Qi Yan, what brings you here?" the man asked in a low voice, his head bowed.

Qi Yan patted his head with a grin and said casually:

"I can go wherever I want, and I can marry Nall if I want. Do I need to ask your permission, Lord Blue Gold, Mr. Roy?"

Roy was so stunned by Qi Yan's bizarre remarks that his brain went blank.

Who is Nar? Why marry Nar?

Just as Roy's brain was about to explode from overthinking, a glass of water slammed down in front of Qi Yan.

Qi Lin, her expression unpleasant, released the water glass she was handing over and remained silent.

Qi Yan and Luo Yi both shuddered simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Ahem, sorry, I startled you, Mr. Roy."

Qi Yan quickly calmed his racing heart and said with an awkward smile, "I came here for no other purpose than to ask if your Wuzhou Alliance is still recruiting?"

Roy's brain went blank again.

"Not hiring?" Qi Yan looked regretful. "That's a real shame. To maintain my 100% job placement rate in my job search, I'll have to reluctantly disband the Wuzhou Alliance."

Roy almost jumped up and shoved his head into the ceiling.

"I'll confess, I'll confess, okay?" Roy's smile was more like a grimace.

What did he do wrong? He just came to investigate the whereabouts of a man known as Nightmare and took a break, but somehow this jinx found him.

Those people in the Business Federation are still holding meetings all day long to figure out how to recruit Qi Yan.

Now look what's happened! Qi Yan has jumped right onto the scene, wanting to join the Wuzhou Alliance and become a henchman for the Business Federation!

Look at this job application posting! "I'm here, are you going to take me or not?"

Then the problem is coming.

Roy quickly fell into deep thought.

What kind of position will Qi Yan be given after joining the Unarmored Alliance?

He subconsciously glanced at the terminal sitting quietly on the table.

Why don't we make a call to the three of them, have them hold a meeting, and decide which one of them should commit suicide to make room for this great god?

Chapter 405 is unlucky, skip to the next chapter.

Roy ultimately took no action.

There is nothing else to it but to follow your heart.

He dared not make any underhanded moves in front of Qi Yan, much less go and ask Xuan Tie Dawei if he had any intention of committing suicide.

The atmosphere inside the bar became somewhat strange as a result.

The bald boss and the two middle-aged men went about their business as usual, but their eyes kept glancing at Qi Yan.

"Martin, another Originium Bug craft beer."

One of the two men, a Kuranta, raised his hand and called out.

He sports a thick, prairie-style beard, and the scars on his nose and cheeks testify to his legendary past, yet they don't make him appear menacing.

The Ursus man beside him, like Anthony, exhibited distinct bestial features, resembling a polar bear dressed in human clothing.

The polar bear looked at the Kuranta uncle and teased him:

"Old Fu, don't get drunk again, or I'll have to carry you later."

Old Fu glared at the white bear, took the glass of wine handed to him by bald Martin, and whispered to the two of them:

"Kovar, don't shout, and Martin too, listen to me, my eyelids have been twitching badly since last night... I have a feeling that something big is about to happen."

"So you've finally reached the age of insomnia?" White Bear Koval immediately mocked.

Old Frank's beard trembled with rage, and he said furiously:

"I'm perfectly alert. You have no idea. Back in the day, I could predict artillery division attacks just by the twitching of my eyelids!"

When Old Frye brought up his past as a knight-errant again, Koval and Martin both revealed teasing expressions.

But the next moment, Martin seemed to realize something, and his smile vanished instantly.

A strange aura surged in from the bar entrance.

The already quiet atmosphere inside the bar became even more oppressive.

Roy carefully turned his head, not daring to let his movements affect Qi Yan's arm that was draped over his shoulder, and stared intently at the doorway.

He knew that the person he was waiting for had appeared.

Qi Yan didn't sense anything strange, but he did notice the reactions of the people in the bar, and then turned to look at the door.

"Is it coming?" he said with a smile. "The special Kuranta, just like the Pegasus, are the Nightmare race that followed the Nightmare Khan and fought all over Terra back then."

As Qi Yan finished speaking, an ancient and melodious song came from the doorway.

A young man dressed in lamellar armor stepped into the bar from the entrance. In his hand was a long-handled curved sword, the blade gleaming with a chillingly cold light. Even more eerie was the scarlet helmet he wore, the face of which was a curved triangular loop that kept expanding outwards, eventually turning into several sharp horns pointing towards the sky.

"Young hunter, embark on the journey to the heavens."

"Starting from dreams, heading towards the golden shore."

Qi Yan quietly translated the ballad sung in an ancient language for his younger sister.

Qi Lin glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Roy, on the other hand, was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The ancient language chanted by that Nightmare Khan had long been lost to the world as the Nightmare Khan led his army away, and few people could still master it.

Just as Roy was marveling at Qi Yan's unfathomable knowledge, he heard Qi Yan add another sentence:

"This guy even has his own background music when he appears, so cool! If he could add a couple of lines of poetry, he could go straight to performing in puppet shows."

Roy was completely confused now.

However, thanks to Qi Yan's previous translation work, he immediately memorized the key words Qi Yan mentioned, such as background music, poem titles, and puppet show.

This must be some history hidden in the long flow of time. It is definitely not simple that it can be remembered by a strong person like Qi Yan!

Qi Yan had just finished his rant when Koval's rant followed immediately:

"These days, everyone has to sing their own entrance song when they go to a bar? What's the point of having a jukebox then?"

Bald Martin emerged from behind the counter with a rag in his hand and approached the Nightmare. As he left the counter, the mechanical prosthetic arm on his right forearm was exposed to everyone's view.

"Could it be that my little, out-of-the-way bar has really started to become lively thanks to the Nearl family? I've never seen a knight like you before," Bald Martin said half-jokingly. "Don't you think so, old man... old man?"

Bald Martin intended to joke around with Old Frye and Koval as usual, but when he looked at Old Frye, he noticed that Old Frye's expression was solemn, as if he had seen something extremely shocking.

Nightmare completely ignored bald Martin and kept staring at old man Fred from the moment he entered.

An ancient language once again emanated from beneath his helmet.

Old F's face completely changed color: "You...how do you know this name?"

The nightmare did not answer.

The bar fell into a deathly silence because of his silence.

Until a deliberately lowered voice rang out again:

“He said, ‘Badbayar, fellow countryman, last descendant, why are you here… um, why is everyone looking at me?’”

Qi Yan had just finished translating for his younger sister when he noticed that everyone in the bar had their attention drawn to him.

“My dear family, everyone here is a top-notch expert. Even if you speak in a low voice, everyone can still hear you.”

Qi Yan gave an awkward smile and waved his hand repeatedly at the nightmare:

"Don't mind me, I'm just an ordinary porter. I don't translate languages, I just do portering work."

Nightmare was clearly puzzled.

But his doubts were far less than those of the other person present.

Old Ferguson stood up and walked directly to Nightmare, saying each word clearly:

"Answer me, how do you know that name?"

Nightmare withdrew her gaze from Qi Yan and remained silent.

Bald Martin, the bar owner, was not particularly welcoming of this eccentric and charismatic young man.

He fiddled with his prosthetic arm, and said somewhat forcefully:

"If you'd like something to drink, you can order from me. If there's nothing else, we might not welcome knights carrying weapons here."

Nightmare didn't even glance at bald Martin, scrutinized old Fred for a moment, then abruptly turned to leave, leaving behind only an ancient phrase.

"He said he was very sorry." Qi Yan immediately provided the translation so that everyone present could understand.

Nightmare paused for a moment, then turned to look at Qi Yan again.

But after confirming that Qi Yan was indeed the real Rupert, he lost all interest and strode toward the bar entrance.