Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

After he finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at the referee's table twice.

Those words were, of course, said on purpose, just to help the Redwood Knight.

He, Big Mouth Mob, is not very capable; he's just an insignificant little man. But he does have his own conscience, and if possible, he will try his best to steer the outcome in a positive direction.

Unfortunately, the outcome was destined to disappoint him.

The judges remained expressionless, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Big Mouth Mob even saw Markowitz, standing in the shadows, smile at him and nod meaningfully.

Being targeted by the federation spokesperson, Mob, the big-mouthed man, broke out in a cold sweat.

He subconsciously thought that Markowitz was warning him not to speak carelessly and to only blindly praise the little white knight.

Thinking of this, Big Mouth Mob suppressed his unease and goodwill, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"It's clear that the Little White Knight is taking this match very seriously. He just mentioned a forbidden spell. My god, that must be a terrifying spell with power that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

As for the calamity of Eureka, is Eureka the name of some god? We don't know, but it must have been a terrifying and powerful demon!

Here, we must commend the Little White Knight for his extensive knowledge and experience; he truly deserves to be the top contender for the championship. Let's cheer for the Little White Knight!

After Mob's nonsensical ramblings, the atmosphere was definitely on point.

Amid cheers and shouts, the red fog on the field grew thicker, and a huge, indistinct figure even appeared within it.

"Destruction! Die, all of you!"

The Witch King reappeared, letting out a tyrannical roar.

Interspersed throughout were shouts in unison:

"Oh no! I used too much force, and my Originium Arts have gone out of control! Everyone, run!"

"Oh! The little white knight has spoken! What an exciting battle cry... Wait, something's not right?"

Mob, the big-mouthed man, started rambling on, then suddenly realized halfway through: "What do you mean by Originium Arts going out of control?!"

Before he and the audience could react, a white-furred Lupo appeared in the red mist, scurrying away with its head in its hands and fleeing directly out of the arena.

The staff that kept spewing red mist was left in place, continuing to unleash terrifying magical fluctuations.

After a few seconds of deathly silence, the arena erupted in chaos.

Everyone scrambled to escape, even the previously composed referees jumped up and began to flee in a flurry.

Mob's legs went weak, and he scrambled off the stage, ready to join the fleeing army.

But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.

"Mr. Markowitz, aren't you going to run away?" Big Mouth Mob exclaimed.

Markowitz stroked his chin, a smile on his face:

"Look at the stadium."

Mob turned his head to look, and then opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

The Red Shirt Knight, who had been terrified and collapsed on the field, inexplicably stood up and staggered towards the staff like a puppet. He then threw himself on the staff as if sacrificing himself, using his body to forcefully hold it down.

Then all the strange phenomena vanished like mirages, and sunlight once again shone into the arena.

The Redwood Knight curled up, like an ancient, timeless clay sculpture, becoming the only presence on the field.

Chapter 460 Indulging in Luxury

The phantom of the Witch King vanished, and the arena returned to calm.

The panicked spectators stopped in their tracks, all eyes fixed on the figure of the Red Knight on the field.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Red Shirt Knight suddenly jolted awake, as if from a dream.

"What happened?"

He raised his head blankly and looked around. The little white knight had long since disappeared. All eyes in the arena and all camera lenses were focused on him.

This was the first time in his life that he had gained such popularity, but it was also the most confusing time of his life.

Until Mob's shout came from the host's seat:

"My God, what did I just see? The Redwood Knight saved everyone! He extinguished the uncontrolled spell of that staff and saved everyone present with his own flesh and blood!"

He is a hero; this is true chivalry!

As Mob's shout subsided, all the reporters received orders, and their flashes went off like crazy, snapping photos nonstop as if memory cards and film were free, all to create a lively atmosphere.

Some people in the crowd began to lead the chanting of the Red Shirt Knight's title.

The situation then became simple, without any surprises or ups and downs, and the Redwood Knights became the undisputed protagonists.

Mob wiped the cold sweat from his neck and turned to look for Markowitz, only to find that the other man had already disappeared.

Outside the arena, Qi Yan squatted on the street, chatting idly with the Witch King inside him:

"Old man, your acting is still as bad as ever."

"Your script is terrible, how can you blame me for that?" the Witch King immediately protested.

"How can a real actor complain about the environment?" Qi Yan slammed his finger into the ground, lecturing, "Don't you have any initiative at all?"

The Witch King went berserk: "I'm not an actor!"

As if receiving a unique signal, Qi Yan immediately raised his voice and said, "Don't design those kinds of plots~"

"You *Leitanian* swearing *don't you dare* open your mouth!"

The Witch King let out a miserable scream and then fell silent forever.

Qi Yan clicked his tongue regretfully:

"The remnants of the old era simply don't know how to appreciate popular music."

As he was complaining, Markowitz emerged from the arena exit not far away and headed straight for him.

Qi Yan stood up and took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with Markowitz:

“Mr. Markowitz, it’s an honor to meet you.”

Markowitz was taken aback, and instinctively shook hands with him: "Mr. Qi Yan, do you know me?"

“Absolutely!” Qi Yan affirmed. “Looking at Kazimierz now, in my opinion, the Supervisory Council is incompetent and the Federation is lacking in wisdom. If I were in power, I would directly promote you, Markowitz, first to pacify the infected, then to sideline the knights and nobles. Wouldn’t the whole situation be under my control?”

Markowitz was stunned by what he was said and couldn't react for a long time.

Qi Yan ignored all that and continued to hold Markowitz's hand, chattering on and on:

"If you don't mind, we can find a place to have a good chat. I greatly admire your abilities and character. If you'd like, you're welcome to come to Rhodes Island anytime. Rhodes Island is quite big; you can play around and then go to sleep, no problem!"

"...No, I won't go to Rhodes Island for now. I came here today to invite Mr. Qi Yan to dinner."

Seeing that Qi Yan's words were getting more and more outrageous, Markowitz quickly tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"your treat?"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Qi Yan was immediately overjoyed and grabbed Markowitz's hand, ready to set off.

Markowitz quickly waved his hand and called over the car that was waiting nearby.

Qi Yan had never experienced such a life where he could be picked up and dropped off by a private car wherever he went, and he was so happy that he jumped into the car.

Markowitz then sat down next to him and waved for the driver to start the car.

Along the way, Qi Yan touched the leather seats in the car, fiddled with the car refrigerator, and casually took out a bottle of red wine, bit it open with his teeth, and chugged it.

Markowitz only stopped him when he touched the door switch while the car was speeding along.

"Mr. Qi Yan, don't joke with me like that. I don't have your strength. If you open this car door, I might accidentally fall out!"

"Great, wow, this car is really nice." Qi Yan chuckled and sat back down in his seat.

Markowitz secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed up:

"If you like it, this car will be your personal vehicle from now on."

Qi Yan pondered for a moment, then shook his head regretfully.

Markowitz tentatively said, "Mr. Qi Yan, you don't need to be so polite. I will definitely meet your needs."

"It's not that I'm being polite, it's that it's not good enough," Qi Yan explained. "This car is alright, but compared to what I drove before, it's far inferior in both price and prestige."

Markowitz was stunned.

This car is a limited edition from Casimir, left to him by the previous spokesperson, Charné. If this car isn't good enough, what car would it be?

Markowitz couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you drive before...?"

"Mobile City-State"

Silence is the dominant theme today.

It wasn't until the car stopped in front of the most upscale restaurant in the Grand Knight Territory that Markowitz spoke again, inviting Qi Yan to come in.

The two arrived at the empty hall and sat down at the only seat in the restaurant.

As the two took their seats, the restaurant lights immediately came on, and a band started playing background music for their dinner party.

Qi Yan looked around and shook his head in evaluation:

"I don't like classical music. I'm so tired of listening to it in Letania."

As soon as he finished speaking, the band immediately left the stage, and a rock band appeared in seamless place and began to play passionately.

Markowitz sat opposite Qi Yan, smiling as he watched Qi Yan with a surprised expression.

"It even has a song-skipping function, that's amazing!" Qi Yan exclaimed sincerely.

Markowitz flashed his most humble smile and said the most pretentious thing: "In this city... to be precise, in this country, we can fulfill any request you make, Mr. Qi Yan."

Qi Yan took a breath and lowered his head, lost in thought.

This sentence sounds familiar.

Last time... oh, his wish was for the Gemini Queen.

But to be fair, in the end, the wish was still fulfilled in some way!

Thinking of this, Qi Yan immediately exclaimed excitedly:

"I want to see Silver Spear Pegasus fight someone!"

Markowitz: ?!

"Cough cough... Um, this..." Markowitz almost choked on his saliva, and quickly added a layer of insurance, "It was my mistake. What I said could be fulfilled. I meant everything that money can do."

As he spoke, he pulled a black card from his pocket, on which were printed the three clear gold-stamped letters 'VIP'.

"Oh, you're paying right away, I feel so embarrassed."

Qi Yan snatched the black card, examined it from all angles, and his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly asked, "What's the credit limit on this card?"

“There’s no quota,” Markowitz said with a faint smile.

"Are you kidding me?" Qi Yan's expression changed instantly.

"Mr. Qi Yan, please calm down!"

Markowitz dared not pretend any longer and quickly explained, "This card is specially customized for you. It has no credit limit. In Kazimierz, it represents the concept of money."

Qi Yan's eyes widened, and he grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth:

"Holy crap, this is awesome! I'm going to spend money now!"

"I'm going to buy the entire Linguang family's property, and I'm going to have Maria sing 'Renai Circulation' for me!"

Chapter 461 The Federation, here I come!

Markowitz's forehead was almost dripping with sweat.

He found that Qi Yan's thought process was always so unique, and from his perspective, he could tell that Qi Yan wasn't deliberately making things difficult for him, but rather genuinely wanted to do these things.