Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"So, General Manfred, what are your plans for me?"

Manfred said he dared not, but continued, "His Highness Theresis said that you are an important part of overseeing Lentinium, and hopes that you can continue to take charge."

"Ah...yes, my general."

The pardoner chuckled sinisterly and turned to leave.

Theresa was about to leave as well, but Manfred caught up with her.

Manfred bowed to Theresa and said:

"Your Highness, His Highness Theresis wishes that you would like to visit him before you take action. He has something to say to you."

Theresa nodded gently, turned and slowly walked back up the steps of the lobby.

Manfred stood there alone, lost in thought.

After a moment, they left the place and headed straight for the walls of Londinium.

He also had his own tasks to complete, and the already urgent time became even more pressing because of Qi Yan's arrival.

In front of the towering western hall of the Holy Kings, the Sarkaz royal court members gathered and then dispersed again in an instant, leaving only a group of absolution guards on duty around the perimeter who occasionally passed by.

Although these pardoners were security personnel on duty, they were not particularly nervous.

Nobody thought anyone would actually dare to cause trouble here.

Even the spies from various factions who were gathering information only dared to spy from afar and dared not cross the line.

Unfortunately, they encountered an accident today.

Just as a group of pardoning guards crossed the street corner, a beautiful violin performance suddenly filled their ears.

The guards of the Pardoning Division were somewhat stunned, not understanding who would be making music here.

"Send a few men to find the performer and kill him," the captain of the guards ordered.

He didn't even conduct any investigation before issuing the order to kill, showing no fear of mistakenly killing his own people.

Given the Sarkaz's educational level, being able to read is considered a sign of high achievement, let alone being able to dabble in music. Only other races are capable of such things.

However, after the captain issued the order, he found that he had not received any response.

He turned his head in surprise, and at the same time, he heard a cracking sound from his neck.

Do I have osteoporosis?

He could never find the answer, and then everything went black as he fell peacefully asleep.

After W snapped the captain's neck, he pulled out a dagger, walked up to the blank-eyed guards of the Pardoners, and killed them all with a single slash.

Arturo, carrying his violin, emerged from the shadows and asked curiously:

"Is there no punishment for Sarkaz killing their own kind?"

“Yes, I’ll punish myself by eating two extra potatoes tonight.” W skillfully dragged the corpse to a corner and hid it, then surveyed the surroundings. “Don’t dawdle. If Theresis dared to fight Qi Yan, even if she survived, she’d probably be lying in a hospital bed screaming in pain.”

It's time he paid the price.

Arturo suggested, "I think that as long as that regent is still breathing, he is definitely not someone you or I can handle. Let's find Qi Yan first."

Furthermore, I cannot understand why you, a Sarkaz, would harbor such deep hatred for your regent.

"He killed people he shouldn't have killed."

W's pretty face was full of frost. She rummaged through her body and pulled out a bunch of Originium bombs. She then sneaked towards the western hall of the Holy King Society.

Arturo hesitated for a moment, but still decided to follow.

However, she deliberately lagged behind a few steps to help W, who was eager for revenge, clean up the traces left behind when he moved forward.

Soon the two arrived at a window on the side of the lobby.

W couldn't help but smile, holding his huge bunch of bombs, he took a deep breath and mustered all his strength to smash the window glass, not caring about anything else, just throw them in and blow them up.

But just as W raised her arm, she saw a figure slowly walking out of the window—a figure she had long since etched into her soul and would never forget.

Theresa's pink eyes held confusion and bewilderment as she gazed through the window at W, who stood frozen in place.

After a moment's thought, Theresa stepped forward and opened the window.

A gentle breeze blew into the room, ruffling her long pink hair.

"What are you doing, W?"

The Originium bomb crashed to the ground with a series of loud thuds, making Arturo, who was still confused about what was happening, jump in fright.

“You…you…”

W stared blankly at the gentle king before him, unable to believe his eyes.

But she quickly recovered from her shock, followed by an overwhelming surge of anger that nearly engulfed her.

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

W kept repeating the same sentence as if possessed.

Arturo stared intently at Theresa, shaking W's shoulder forcefully:

"What's wrong with you? This is your friend."

Anyway, we've been spotted. Run!

W ignored Arturo's advice, shook off his hand, and walked forward step by step.

There seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes.

"You've already...you've clearly already...you can't do this, how dare Theresis treat you like this!"

W's body trembled slightly with rage: "This is the greatest insult to the Sarkaz, the greatest insult to you! How dare he! How could he possibly do this to you!"

I'm going to kill him!"

"You want to kill me?"

A slightly weak voice came from inside the house, and the next second, his figure, wrapped in bandages, appeared beside Theresa.

He was seriously injured, but not nearly as badly as he had appeared to be.

Chapter 576 Sakorta has no human rights in Lentinium.

Arturo wasn't exactly panicked.

In fact, apart from that one time when she foolishly tried to explore Qi Yan's inner thoughts, she rarely felt any changes in her own emotions.

But at this moment, she felt that this was not a good thing.

Because her companion, that crazy Sarkaz, has started to go berserk again, perhaps she should, like in the storybooks, rush to protect her companion, or give her companion a personality-correcting punch.

But Arturo did nothing, and didn't even try to persuade W to leave.

They were already cubs trapped, and could only wait for the hunter to deal with them; there was no other way.

"Theresis, she hates you."

Theresa said softly, "This child, she was once a member of the Tower of Babel."

Therese responded softly, continuing to stare coldly at W.

He is thinking about something.

Just as W was about to bend down to pick up the Originium Bomb and Theresis explode, Theresis spoke up:

“Babel, or Rhodes Island, you are Qi Yan’s man.”

So, what did he send you here for?

Don't tell me this was your own decision; that would disappoint me greatly. Qi Yan can't even manage his own subordinates.

W didn't answer, but simply picked up the Originium bomb he had accidentally dropped, his eyes burning with rage as he aimed at Theresis.

However, neither Theresis nor Theresia made any move in the face of W's crazy actions.

W held the Originium Bomb, frozen in the motion of throwing it, clenching her teeth tightly, her mind in turmoil.

Arturo tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

Judging from the current situation, Theresis's move is definitely aimed at W, who is trying to kill him. So, in this gap, she can call out Qi Yan's name.

In other words, her life is not in danger.

Arturo's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Sarkaz, why aren't you making a move? You must be furious," she said slyly.

W: "..."

"Sakorta, you have no right to speak here."

Therese suddenly spoke up: "Perhaps Qi Yan is your source of confidence, allowing you to come to Lontinim during this period, but I am equally confident that I can twist your head off before Qi Yan even appears."

Arturo: "..."

Damn it, they've forgotten who they are.

She gave Therese a graceful bow and obediently stepped aside.

Without giving Arturo another glance, Theresis's gaze returned to W:

"Although my contact with Qi Yan was brief, I could tell that he was also plotting something. I will go back and tell him that even the gods cannot stop this war. I will wait for him here until he thinks he has everything arranged and then he comes to find me."

W slowly lowered his hand and said hatefully, "I won't let you get away with this, Theresis. One day I'll make you kneel on the ground and confess your crimes to me, and then I'll blow your head off with a bomb!"

Therese simply responded with a soft reply and immediately turned to leave.

Theresa turned around, but before leaving, she took one last, serious look at W.

She seemed to want to say something, but considering her current situation, offering words of comfort to W would probably only make W feel worse.

A hint of sadness flashed across Theresa's eyes. She said nothing and followed Theresa as she disappeared behind the window, leaving W with only an unreachable silhouette.

W stood there, stunned, her face, which usually wore a crazy, smiling expression, now filled with unprecedented confusion and grief.

Arturo stepped forward and looked into W's empty eyes.

She finally caught the Sarkaz's emotions.

"Shall we go?" Arturo asked.

"Where to?" W asked back.

"Go find Qi Yan."

"Yes, go find Qi Yan!"

W seemed to be suddenly filled with some emotion again. She turned around and left impatiently: "I want Qi Yan to kill Theresis, no... beat him half to death, I want to blow Theresis's head to pieces with my own hands!"

Arturo followed behind with a smile and said:

"Since Qi Yan spared Theresis's life, it means he can't die yet. Your little wish is destined to be in vain, but..."

Aren't you going to tell me about your story with that pink-haired Sarkaz?

"Mandela, have you ever heard stories of the dead coming back to life?"

Undeterred, Qi Yan continued telling Mandela his cheesy horror stories.

Mandela covered her soft cat ears, annoyed, but the sound still easily penetrated her other two ears.

Mandela hated his four-channel hearing loss more than ever before.

“Shut your mouth! What’s so great about the dead coming back to life? I see the leader’s abilities every day!” Mandela roared.

"To be honest, the ghost army is called the undead army to put it nicely, but to put it bluntly, it's just Banana Sister's puppetry."

Qi Yan curled his lip and said with a disdainful look, "I seriously suspect that the source of Banana Sister's magic is the Sarkaz's absolutionist witchcraft."

The pardoner can bring the dead back to life, preserving their memories.

“What the hell did you say, Victoria?” Mandela snapped angrily. “You’re not allowed to insult the leader! How could the leader be associated with such filthy things!”

“You hate Sarkaz so much, but your spells are also imitating Stonewing Demons.”

Mandela's anger faltered.

"The grave where you learned Originium Arts in your childhood might be related to the Stonewing Demon."