Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"You just said the feather fan belongs to Qi Yan."

Kal'tsit made a curt comment without any expression when the terminal in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

She looked down at the terminal, and the doctor looked at her with a smile.

Although Kal'tsit still acts like a regent, she is clearly not as perpetually plagued by weariness as she was when she first emerged from the sarcophagus.

"White-haired dog... I'm so grateful to you. When can I take a vacation too?"

The professor stretched and muttered to himself.

“Your plan may fall through,” Kal'tsit suddenly said.

"What?" The doctor didn't react for a moment. "I can't take a vacation?"

"No...you thwarted Qi Yan and Theresis's plan to fight by waving your feather fan."

Kal'tsit handed the terminal to the Doctor: "The two have already clashed in Lontinim. My informant in the city told me that Theresis has been hiding in the western hall of the Holy King's Society since the battle and has not shown his face since. He is probably seriously injured."

The doctor glanced at the contents of the terminal, scratched his head, and said:

"This white-haired dog has already wiped out the enemy BOSS, so should we still go to Londinium?"

"How about we just pop some champagne?"

"On the contrary, once Theresis falls, the situation will descend into real turmoil."

Kal'tsit, with a sullen face, said, "I don't understand why Qi Yan would attack Theresis. It's like he's deliberately seeking revenge. He shouldn't have any personal grudges against Theresis."

The Doctor tossed the terminal back to Kal'tsit and walked out of the office, muttering to himself as he went:

"Who knows? That's not the point. The point is that I need to urge Kroos. Rhodes Island should act as soon as possible and try to get Theresis's head in time."

Amiya, one of the four cornerstone operators, plus Mizuki as a backup... should we bring Eureka along?

"Why didn't you just kill Theresis?"

Inside a passage beneath Lentinium, Mandra glared at Qi Yan, his face filled with impatience: "You're so strong, killing Theresis shouldn't be difficult for you, right? Once we kill him, Lentinium will be ours for the taking!"

Qi Yan didn't answer, but instead pressed down on Mandela's shoulder with one hand and grabbed her tail with the other, shoving it directly into her mouth.

After silencing the noisy kitten, Qi Yan turned to look at the group of people around him:

"Horn, I won't be participating in your Storm Commando's operation. I have my own mission to complete."

“It’s enough that you can help us infiltrate Londinium.” Horn had changed out of Deeppool’s clothes. “It is our responsibility as Victoria soldiers to do our best to rescue the Victoria city guards who are imprisoned by the Sarkaz. They will be a very important force in the fight against the Sarkaz.”

Qi Yan offered a word of encouragement, then pulled a map from Mandela's pocket and said in a pretentious manner, "We're now in the Sadion District, and the prison here has the person you're looking for."

However, after rescuing them, I suggest you evacuate immediately; something bad is about to happen in the Sadien district.

Horn nodded with a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him:

"You're holding the map upside down."

He flipped the map over and suddenly realized, "Holy crap, no wonder the words on this lousy map are printed backwards."

Everyone: "..."

The oboe leaned close to the horn and whispered:

"If we let Qi Yan act on his own, won't he get lost and wander into other districts?"

I have a feeling he might get lost in the Western Hall of the Holy King's Guild and beat up Theresis again.

“He doesn’t act alone; Mandela will be with him.”

Horn sighed and said to Mandela, "I will help you rescue that Deeppool soldier codenamed 'Spy,' and in exchange, I hope you can guide Qi Yan."

"Pah! Why should I cooperate with you Victoria soldiers?" Mandela spat out his tail, looking disgusted.

"You have no Deeppool soldiers at your disposal." The horn's words immediately broke Mandela's composure.

Mandela yelled in frustration, "They took all the spots so you Victorian soldiers could sneak into the city!"

"It's too late for regrets now that things have come to this."

Without wasting any more words, Horn slung his equipment over his shoulder and swiftly led the Storm Commando team, along with Chen, who was an unofficial member, to begin their rescue operation.

Before leaving, Chen turned back and, with a stern face, gave a final instruction:

"No indiscriminate killing, no reckless destruction, and absolutely no tricking us from afar."

"As long as you leave the Sadien district as soon as you finish your mission, we won't be able to trick you," Qi Yan assured him, patting his chest.

Chen looked suspicious.

Qi Yan waved goodbye and led Mandela in another direction.

Mandela followed Qi Yan, half-heartedly, and asked:

"Where are we going now?"

“Let’s go to the junction between Sadien District and other districts and see how this thing connects,” Qi Yan said with a grin.

A sudden sense of unease welled up inside Mandela: "You're not going to tear down Londinium, are you?"

"That's a very unpleasant way to put it," Qi Yan said disdainfully. "You should put it differently in the future. It's called expanding the mobile block of Little Hill County and building a Noah's Ark for the vast number of civilians on the Victoria battlefield."

When the time comes, as long as the common people take refuge on the ark, they can find a haven of peace amidst this chaos and turmoil. How wonderful!

"You would be so kind?"

Mandela looked suspicious.

Qi Yan's face was full of love and compassion, like the most merciful priest in the world:

“Victoria is home to all kinds of beautiful young kittens and adult cats, who are suffering from hardship and despair. I must give them a warm home!”

Mandela felt a chill.

But Qi Yan hadn't finished explaining his grand ideals. He opened his arms wide and spoke with great passion:

"Besides the young cats, there are also many old cats. Kal'tsit won't let me run a nursing home, so I'll start my own business, first taking in the young cats and training them to be nursing home staff."

Then come all sorts of cat moms and grandmas, all of them come to the Ark Retirement Home. The Sadion District is just the first step. Next is the Highbury District, then the Norbert District, and finally, we'll use that blue-haired kitten in the Norbert District to lure her cat mom over!

"With nursing staff, clients, and security personnel, my Ark Nursing Home will be unstoppable!"

Mandela was stunned.

Before she could react, Qi Yan grabbed her shoulder.

“Mandela, you’re a cat too.”

"Meow! Get away from me!"

Chapter 573 Coincidentally, Sarkaz thought the same thing.

In the dark sewers, Qi Yan, his face grim, shone the Originium flashlight given to him by Horn upwards onto his face.

His face, illuminated by the lamplight and coupled with his gloomy expression, appeared somewhat eerie, with shifting light and shadow.

"Legend has it that a restless spirit wanders the sewers of this city of Londinium..."

Before Qi Yan could finish his ghost story, Mandra coldly uttered a heartless word.

"Tsk, I've noticed you're getting more and more demanding, you little kitten." Qi Yan put down the flashlight and said unhappily, "You still dare to talk back to me? Believe me or not, I'll strip you naked right now, hang you up, and pluck your tail fur?"

"Yeah, this threat is much scarier than your cheesy horror story."

Mandela commented irritably.

Qi Yan grumbled and said unhappily, "You're such a boring girl. In this kind of dark place, where a man and a woman are alone, you should tell some scary stories, and then the girl will be so scared that she will run into the young man's arms and beg for comfort."

"I didn't expect you to actually enjoy those cheesy, sentimental romance stories," Mandela exclaimed in surprise.

"I have a wide range of interests, including romance short stories and stories featuring strong female protagonists," Qi Yan said excitedly.

"What kind of story is a 'strong female lead'?" Her interest was piqued. "Is it a story about a great woman like a leader?"

"Not."

Qi Yan smiled and moved closer to Mandela, explaining, "It's about switching the roles of the men and women in the story, for example..."

"Waaaaah, I'm so scared right now! Kitty, save me!"

As he spoke, Qi Yan leaped like a vicious dog and jumped into Mandela's arms, nuzzling her chin with his head.

"Have you had enough of your *Victoria* foul language?!"

Mandela was so angry that she threw Qi Yan to the ground and turned to leave.

She simply couldn't understand why Qi Yan, with such a despicable personality, could possess such enviable power and even cooperate with the leader she admired most.

Qi Yan chased after Mandela with a grin, following behind him:

"You little kitten, why are you always so bitter and resentful? Can't you be a little more cheerful?"

“If you had experienced the life of the Tara people, you would probably be even angrier than I am,” Mandra said discontentedly. “You haven’t experienced anything, so don’t point fingers at me. I don’t have your power, but I will continue to help the Tara people find their future.”

"Once the 'spy' is rescued, I must immediately take him to the leader to report the news of Lontinim. This way, the leader will surely be able to defeat the Sarkaz and lead the Tara people to become the masters of Victoria."

"Then the Tara people came to power, and the original inhabitants of Victoria became the next 'Tara people,' and years later they encountered their leader who overthrew everything again?"

Qi Yan's smile remained unchanged as he sarcastically remarked, "At this rate, you Tara people might as well unite with the Sarkaz, since both sides feel like they are the ones being discriminated against and enslaved anyway."

"Don't compare us Tara people to those filthy demon bastards!"

Mandra was provoked by Qi Yan's words and immediately became agitated: "Those demons are just a bunch of invaders who plunder our homes. They should rot in the wilderness and die in some deserted corner!"

"Coincidentally, Sarkaz thinks so too."

Mandela clearly couldn't understand the meaning of Qi Yan's words.

But before she could ask, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead.

Qi Yan reached out and pulled her to hide in the shadows, then covered her mouth to stop her from speaking.

A small squad hurried past their sight. It wasn't a Sarkaz, but a group of Victorians, though they weren't wearing city guard uniforms and were clearly just ordinary residents.

"Hurry up, the Sarkaz will realize what's happening soon. We must get these supplies back safely before they find us."

"That god named Qi Yan was a great help. It would have been even better if he had just taken care of Sarkaz."

"We don't yet know whether Qi Yan is friend or foe. Don't place all your hopes on him. Only our self-rescue army can save Victoria..."

The group of people were walking in a hurry and didn't notice that there were two people hiding in the shadows.

Only after they had gone far away did Qi Yan release Mandra's mouth.

Mandela spat twice into the air and complained, "I really don't understand. With your strength, you could easily sweep through Lontinim. Why are you hiding?"

We even had to drill through these underground tunnels. The map we had depicted the terrain above ground, but now it's just a piece of waste paper. After going around in circles for so long, I'm almost lost.

You're completely wasting your time!

"It's alright, I'm immortal, I can waste it as I please," Qi Yan said nonchalantly.

“You…” Mandela was so angry that she couldn’t say a word.

"Relax, actually I'm helping you, my little kitty." Qi Yan smiled and stroked Mandela's fur. "Tell me, among the many cadres in Deeppool today, who can be called a hero?"

"Again?!"

Mandra slapped Qi Yan's hand away: "I'm not one of those demons. I will always stand on the leader's side. Only the leader can lead us Tara people!"

"Perhaps, she can lead the Tara people to victory in the war, but that's all," Qi Yanrui commented.

"Isn't winning the war enough? What else do you need?" Mandela asked, puzzled.

Qi Yan curled her lip and said disdainfully:

"My little bunny is so much cuter. Your cat is so stupid. It doesn't know how to think or apply what it's learned to other situations."

"Never mind, let's move on. The future will tell you the answer."

"It's so nagging."

Mandela muttered something to himself, then turned back to continue trying to find his way.

The Western Hall of the Holy King Society.

Therese was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, her eyes closed, still unconscious.

Manfred stood silently guarding the Sarkaz regent before him, his expression somber.