Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

He silently watched the direction the infected knight had fled.

It was also a narrow, long alley, not much different from the alley the infected knight had escaped from.

Even the bloodstains on the ground were identical, like a mirror image.

Chapter 435 The Road Is Long

"Doctor, are you tired?"

In the hotel room, Gravel noticed that the doctor was staring aimlessly out the window and couldn't help but ask him about it out of curiosity.

"Miss Gravel, what kind of person do you think Markowitz is?"

The doctor suddenly spoke.

Li was taken aback by the question, but she quickly organized her thoughts and answered in detail:

"As you know before, due to the sudden return of the Radiant Knights, a spokesperson resigned... That was Charne, the previous spokesperson for Markowitz's current position."

Before this, Markowitz was just an unknown nobody, so I understand your opinion, Doctor.

Markowitz still retains some unblemished humanity... but in the current environment, it's hard to say how long that will last.

The doctor neither confirmed nor denied it.

He suddenly asked again, "What do you think of Rhodes Island's chosen positioning?"

Gravel remained silent for an even longer time this time.

After a long pause, instead of answering the question directly, she started talking about another person:

"What do you think Qi Yan is doing right now?"

The Federation is an organization that cannot be summed up in a single sentence. It is enormous and looms over all the cities of Kazimierz, with the Grand Knight Territory being just one of them.

The Federation has achieved this, and I believe it possesses its own unique strengths. Faced with money and a genuinely changing society, even if the Federation does nothing, it can subtly influence those deeply involved, drawing them to its side without them even realizing it.

The doctor wasn't entirely satisfied with Gravel's answer, but he still managed to find the answer he was looking for.

He seemed to have shed all his worries, stretched comfortably, and said lazily:

"Yes, once you get deeply involved, you will inevitably be affected by it, but... the truth will only be revealed after the superficial is washed away."

Miss Li, do you understand the true meaning of the word 'youth'?

Li stood aside, shaking his head in confusion.

But the doctor didn't explain; he simply said:

"Unfortunately, you'll have to find the answer yourself, because every 'young person' will have a different answer."

Markowitz stood in his room, looking out the window at the night sky.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted, and he saw a tall, imposing figure reflected in the glass, exuding an air of authority.

"……it's me."

Markowitz looked at his reflection and muttered to himself.

Long ago, he no longer felt comfortable in the clothes he was wearing. If he didn't pay attention, he would even forget that he was dressed like this.

In a daze, Markowitz heard a ringing sound.

He shuddered, remembering the bell that had brought him to this location.

After regaining his senses, Markowitz realized that this time it wasn't the brand-new old-fashioned telephone, but his own terminal that was ringing.

He took a couple of breaths, picked up the terminal, and connected the call.

A polite voice came from the other end of the communication: "Your Excellency, regarding the handling of Charne..."

“It’s you again.” Markowitz frowned. “This isn’t the first time I’ve received harassing calls from you. I’ve said I’ll handle Mr. Charnet’s matter.”

A polite voice chuckled softly:

"I know, and of course I believe what the spokesperson says, but I must remind you that if it comes to light later, neither of us will be able to escape blame."

Therefore, killing him is the safest option.

“I told you, I can shut Mr. Charnley up,” Markowitz said coldly. “You don’t need to know the specifics.”

The person on the other end of the communications line seemed somewhat surprised.

Markowitz's attitude is gradually hardening, not because his patience is wearing thin, but because of a change in his own personality.

But the polite tone remained firm:

“Very well, as long as you can show some sincerity… at the very least, you have to prove to me that Mr. Charné 'will never betray'.”

Markowitz took a deep breath and spoke again: "I think you should understand one thing: you are provoking a spokesperson."

The polite voice fell silent.

But Markowitz wasn't finished speaking:

"You and I both know that I was only appointed in a time of crisis. I have no backing on the board of directors, but that doesn't mean I will let others do as they please."

Command of the Unarmored Alliance was once in Mr. Charney's hands, so now…”

Markowitz didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

The polite voice betrayed a hint of nervousness for the first time:

"Please don't misunderstand, I don't mean to challenge your authority."

"that power……"

Markowitz suddenly muttered something to himself.

A polite voice speaking at a faster pace:

"Yes, I have no intention of challenging your authority. My call was simply to ensure smooth cooperation in the future."

Since you've put it that way, I won't press you further, as that would be impolite... I simply want your guarantee.

Markowitz suddenly realized something and said listlessly:

"It seems we have nothing left to talk about."

“Mr. Markowitz! Wait a minute…”

Before the exclamation on the other end could finish, the communication was cut off by Markowitz.

Markowitz casually tossed the expensive, latest-model terminal aside, not caring whether it would break.

Because with just a word from him, a brand new terminal will be delivered to him within two minutes.

Markowitz looked at his reflection in the glass in front of him, and there was a slight smile on the face of that reflection.

"You smiled."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Markowitz was startled, and then, looking through the glass reflection, he was surprised to find that McKee had entered his room at some point.

"Mr. McKee, when will you..."

“I’ve never seen you smile like that before, Brother Markowitz.”

McGee interrupted Markowitz's pleasantries, chuckled, and walked over to him.

Markowitz's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly masked it, revealing a similarly gentle and polite smile:

What can I do for you?

McKee bent down, picked up the terminal Markowitz had thrown, and placed it on the coffee table.

Then he said slowly and deliberately:

"The order from the Unarmored Alliance has been officially issued. You and I are still somewhat involved in this matter, so it's time to get back to work."

“…Okay.” Markowitz nodded in agreement.

McGee turned and left.

After stepping out of the room, he suddenly stopped, staring at the closed door, his eyes slightly lowered, and muttered to himself with a complex emotion:

"Power is always sweet, isn't it, Markowitz?"

"The streets at night are really nice for a stroll if you don't have to work."

Roy stood under the streetlight, making a self-deprecating joke.

A member of the Unarmored Alliance emerged from the shadows, approached Roy, and bowed respectfully.

"Report: All members of this operation are in position, the target has been identified, and there are approximately one hundred infected individuals currently hiding in this area."

No trace of the white-haired Luper girl was found.

“You should address her as the lovely Miss Qilin,” Roy warned.

The members of the Unarmored Alliance immediately bowed and admitted their mistake.

He then continued his report:

"On the other hand, we received a message from Lady Monique. She said... Qi Yan has also taken action and has something to tell you."

Qi Yan said that you will definitely encounter trouble tonight. Don't be afraid, bravely carry out the order, and he is on his way.

Roy: “…”

Very well, he wasn't afraid before, but now he's a little scared.

"Go down," Roy waved the man away.

Then he took his longbow and slowly walked along the street.

He still couldn't suppress his curiosity and wanted to see who this troublesome person Qi Yan was talking about was.

That girl named Qi Lin? An ambush by the Red Pine Knights? Or perhaps... someone from Rhodes Island?

Soon, Roy saw the answer.

On a deserted street, there was a bench, and a detached person sat on it.

The golden pegasus lost its longsword, but it seemed to have also shed some burden as a result.

An ordinary newspaper was held in the hands of the golden Pegasus. With Roy's sharp eyes, he easily spotted the large headline:

The story of the Radiant Knight and the Candle Knight is untold. The Little White Knight interferes, and what will become of the three of them?

Roy: “…”

He could clearly sense that the golden pegasus before him, having abandoned his disguise, harbored a terrifying rage brewing within him, fueled by the contents of the newspaper.

Chapter 436 The Shining: Marnaroi

"Good evening, a wonderful night, right?"

Roy flashed his signature roguish grin, picked up his longbow in one hand, and swaggered over to Marna, sitting down on the bench.

He casually draped the bow over the armrest of the bench, crossed his legs, and chatted like an old friend:

"You're reading the wine newspaper? That's a terrible company. I never read that kind of stuff."

There's nobody around here, it's so deserted. I heard things haven't been peaceful here lately..."

Roy's rambling was interrupted by a calm and firm byte.

Roy was speechless with embarrassment.

The situation was clearly different from what he had expected.

When Marna's disguise was ruined by Qi Yan, the golden Pegasus seemed to become less agreeable.

"Ahem, hahaha."

Roy chuckled awkwardly, his smile a little stiff: "So, what are you doing here?"

Marna finally looked up from the newspaper and coldly swept her gaze over Roy's smug face.

Roy's fingers, resting on the longbow, tightened unconsciously. He hesitated, wondering whether to signal to the nearby Unarmored Alliance members to come and help him avert disaster.

He just wanted to test Marner's current attitude, but the result seems to be less than ideal.