Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

But soon, Theresis thought of a guess that made his heart sink.

“Master of Pardons, where is Manfred?” he suddenly asked.

The pardoning officer immediately reported:

"The young general is still in charge of the city defense forces of Lentinium on the city walls and is making the most of his time to test the city's cannons."

Theresis tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of her throne a few times, as if she had made up her mind:

“Tell Manfred that if the men from Deeppool come looking for him again today, send someone to inform me immediately.”

(Only two chapters today, private Marseille~)

Chapter 568 How could a best buddy desert his post!

On the walls of Lentinium, small squads of Sarkaz soldiers patrolled back and forth.

Mixed among the soldiers were a group of Sarkaz dressed in mercenary uniforms.

These Sarkaz, from every corner of this land, answered the King's call and marched to Londinium to fight for the future of the Sarkaz.

However, at this moment, none of these Sarkaz are working.

The reason for this is that the work is handled by someone else.

"Hurry up, don't try to slack off or do anything sneaky."

A Sarkaz soldier shouted, "Don't force us to hang the lazybones on the walls of Londinium."

The Lontinim city guards, who were being shouted at by the Sarkaz soldiers, all lowered their heads, looked grim, and hurriedly quickened their pace to continue moving supplies.

A group of Sarkaz also gathered around the huge cannons on the city wall, carefully observing how the city defense soldiers operated them. When they encountered something they didn't know, they would loudly scold them and order the city defense soldiers to demonstrate it again.

These cannons, lined up on the city walls, formed an impregnable defensive line. Originally, this was the source of Lontinim's confidence in being a city that would never fall, but now it has become the first line of defense for Sarkaz.

"How is the mastery of the city's defensive artillery progressing?"

A deep, resonant male voice came from behind the Sarkaz ranks.

Upon hearing this voice, the Sarkaz immediately turned around and bowed to the newcomer:

"Reporting to General Manfred, in just a few more months we will be able to complete the commissioning of the city's defensive cannons and have complete control over them."

Manfred was dressed in a black light armor suit, his cape fluttering gently in the wind, and his red eyes, beneath his golden, naturally curly hair, revealed a faint sense of majesty.

At first glance, his aura is somewhat similar to that of Theresis, but he lacks some depth and is not as domineering as Theresis.

Even so, it was enough to deter ordinary Sarkaz from daring to act recklessly when facing him.

Manfred glanced at the Sarkaz in front of him and frowned.

The Sarkaz didn't dare to breathe loudly.

“Too slow.” Manfred said without lecturing. “Now that Qi Yan has entered the fray, the situation is not optimistic. He is most likely hostile towards Sarkaz. We must act quickly.”

The Sarkaz soldiers were somewhat uneasy.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Manfred was clearly not the kind of dictator; noticing that the Sarkaz soldiers had something to say, he took the initiative to ask them.

"General, I'd like to ask, even if we control the city's defensive cannons, can these things really deal with Qi Yan?"

The Sarkaz soldier hesitated and said, "The main gun of the city defense cannon has the firepower to penetrate the hull of a high-speed warship, and even the secondary guns can easily defeat a regular army, but... that's Qi Yan."

Manfred's red eyes lowered slightly.

But he quickly regained his composure and confidently declared:

"These matters are none of your concern; His Highness will handle them."

I'm urging you to act not so that you could deal with Qi Yan, but rather that your enemies are the dukes who are eyeing you covetously after Qi Yan caused the unrest."

To prevent these ordinary Sarkaz from being demoralized by the unanimous criticism, Manfred casually added:

"The armies of your royal courts will arrive soon."

Upon hearing this, the Sarkaz were instantly invigorated.

Just then, a soldier rushed over from a distance and reported to Manfred:

"That commander from Deep Pool has suddenly come to request an audience with the general. How should we handle this?"

"Bring her to see me."

Watching the soldiers leave, Manfred immediately turned to a Sarkaz beside him and ordered, "Report this to His Highness Theresis immediately, and do it right away!"

"Ah... yes!"

The soldier accepted the order, turned around, and ran away.

Manfred watched his retreating figure, then suddenly clicked his tongue softly and muttered to himself:

"Sarkaz still lacks technical talent; much of the communication has to be relayed on foot..."

"There's nothing we can do about it, after all, the Sarkaz's education level is only at the level of prenatal education on average."

A teasing voice came from behind Manfred.

The mercenary with burgundy hair walked over step by step. Compared to his unkempt appearance in Chernobog, he was now wearing exquisite armor and his face had been carefully groomed. He had shed his rugged appearance and instead had a somewhat effeminate look.

His left eye was covered by a black eye patch, proving that his experience was far from easy.

"Hedley, if you're too free, you could go and manage your mercenaries," Manfred said sarcastically.

Although his tone was not very nice, Manfred did not show any anger on his face.

“You said it yourself, they are mercenaries, not regular soldiers.” Hedley stopped beside Manfred. “They will be happy to carry out tasks assigned to them, but if you really treat them like soldiers, their efficiency will actually decrease.”

Manfred snorted and stopped arguing with Hedley.

After a moment of silence, Hedley spoke first:

“Commander Deeppool isn’t a smart person, as evidenced by her past actions, but you seem quite wary of her today.”

“…She probably didn’t come alone today.” Manfred took a deep breath, as if preparing himself mentally.

Hedley frowned, pondering the meaning behind Manfred's words.

Before he could come up with a solution, he saw Mandra being led up the stairs of the city wall by Sarkaz soldiers.

Beside Mandela was a follower dressed as an ordinary soldier from the Deep Pool.

"I'm going back to manage the mercenaries now."

Hedley turned and left.

Manfred raised his hand and placed it firmly on his shoulder, holding Hedley down: "You stay."

Hedley: "..."

While the two were struggling, Mandela stormed up to them in a rage.

"Let me see Theresis!"

With someone backing him up, Mandela immediately rose to prominence and became arrogant in his speech.

Manfred glanced at Mandela, then fixed his gaze on the Deeppool soldier beside her.

Qi Yan adjusted his mask and waved enthusiastically in greeting:

"Good morning, you two. Have you eaten yet? If not..."

Manfred nodded immediately: "How should I address you, sir?"

“Call me Political Commissar!” Qi Yan declared firmly.

“…Yes, Commissar.” Manfred readily complied. “What brings you two here today?”

This campaign is all about being gentle and friendly.

Mandela's eyes widened, her face showing a look of utter disbelief.

"You demon, what's wrong with you today?" Mandela exclaimed in shock. "You weren't like this last time... Oh dear!"

Before she could finish speaking, Qi Yan delivered a karate chop to her neck, causing her to clutch her head, crouch down, and groan in a low voice.

"Sorry, my cat is a bit silly, please excuse the silliness."

Qi Yan smiled and said, "I am here today on the instructions of my leader to sign the Sarkaz Deep Pool Family Peace Treaty with the Sarkaz. The aim is for both sides to coexist harmoniously, get what they need, and work together to create a better Terra."

"Your family...leader."

Manfred was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Chapter 569 Let's Discuss Heroes, Not Boil Wine

Hedley stood next to Manfred, keeping his eyes down and trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

If he hadn't quite grasped the situation before, seeing Qi Yan appear before him in such an almost non-acting manner instantly made him understand everything.

Manfred, you bastard!

If you're going to die, die yourself. Why drag me down with you?

Hedley cursed inwardly, but kept a calm expression on his face, trying his best to remain a background figure.

Unfortunately, his plan was soon thwarted.

"This must be the famous mercenary leader, Hadley. I've heard so much about you."

Qi Yan took the initiative to move closer and, without saying a word, grabbed Hedley's hand and shook it up and down.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Hedley was almost drenched in cold sweat from fright.

Qi Yan didn't care about any of that. He circled Hedley twice, then suddenly leaned closer to the dog and whispered:

"Let's keep in touch when we have time. I have some good deals to share."

Manfred: ?

Mandela: ? ? ?

"Ahem, Mr. Political Commissar."

Manfred stepped forward and interrupted, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's move over here..."

"Why move? We're all open and honest people, and open and honest people should speak in an open and honest place."

Qi Yan waved his hand to interrupt Manfred, pointing to the landscape and saying, "I've come here for the future of both of us. General Manfred, tell me, who in this world dares to call themselves a hero?"

Manfred: "..."

His original imposing aura had completely collapsed, and Qi Yan's every word left him at a loss for how to respond.

After hesitating for a while, Manfred waved his hand to signal the Sarkaz soldiers around him to move away.

He then forced himself to calm down and tentatively asked:

"I think you're referring to Qi Yan, he is indeed very strong."

Manfred, recalling Qi Yan's rumored personality, assumed that this man had come to tease him, so he simply said a few nice words.

While protecting himself from being killed by a single punch, he could also buy time so that Theresis could receive the intelligence in time.

Qi Yan shook his head and waved his hands, saying disdainfully:

"Qi Yan is nothing."

Everyone: "..."

After cursing himself as usual, Qi Yan pointed to the mobile area of ​​Xiaoqiu County outside the city and said:

"Qi Yan's mind is full of pretty girls and sister rice bowls. How can he succeed?"

"If we want to deal with Qi Yan, we don't even need to lift a finger. Just send out the most beautiful women in the army, young and old, and Qi Yan will be so happy he won't even think of Luo."

Manfred's mouth twitched violently.

This is a self-referential reference, isn't it?

This is a self-inflicted wound!

Manfred took a deep breath, his heart filled with apprehension, but he still chose to shake his head: