Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Chapter 588 My name is Extreme Realm!

The workshop seems to be forever synonymous with busyness.

People stood numbly in front of the machines, listening to the sounds of steam and machinery; they operated the machines, and the machines enslaved them.

Qi Yan arrived in front of the machine he had chosen, looked it over from all angles, and finally found the switch that represented the power supply.

Press the button, and the machine makes a sound that blends into its surroundings.

Then Qi Yan stared blankly into space.

"You don't know how to operate a lathe?" A gentle female voice came from the side.

Qi Yan turned his head and nodded frantically at the magnanimous pink-haired woman.

Seeing Qi Yan's reaction, the woman with the filament couldn't help but smile. Her blue eyes curved slightly. Even though she was in the workshop and had been captured by the Sarkaz, she still maintained an optimistic attitude and elegant demeanor.

“My name is Heidi. Let me teach you. If you learn carefully, you’ll learn quickly,” the woman said gently.

"I...I am called Extreme Realm!"

Qi Yan said sincerely, "Don't worry, Big Sister Heidi, I will study hard."

Heidi smiled and said, "Then good luck. Don't be afraid if those Sarkaz make things difficult for you, I'll help you."

First look here, this is where you add the ingredients, and then this is…”

Under Heidi's instruction, Qi Yan quickly learned to operate the machine tool with a similar skill, and a viscous liquid resembling syrup flowed out of the lathe.

“It looks like candy.” Qi Yan licked his lips.

"Are you hungry?"

Heidi smiled helplessly: "You can't eat this. It's industrial toxin, and it will poison you if you eat it."

As she spoke, Heidi looked around and, seeing that no Sarkaz was paying attention, she took a bag of cookies out of her pocket and stuffed it into Qi Yan's hand.

"Find a chance to eat it, and don't litter the packaging. Give it back to me to dispose of."

Heidi gave a brief instruction before quickly returning to her workstation.

Qi Yan didn't eat the biscuit, but followed Heidi around and stuffed it back into her hands, also handing her a bag of other snacks along with it.

"I have some food, I'll share some with you, kitten egg rolls." Qi Yan praised it highly, "This stuff is amazing, I can eat one in a single bite."

"Hey, you two over there, what are you two doing all lovey-dovey?"

A loud shout came from not far away.

The Sarkaz overseer strode over and glared menacingly at Qi Yan and his companion.

"Is this a place for you to chat idly? Do you think you're working for some nobles? Use every last breath you have on your hands!"

"Isn't this no different from working for nobles?"

Qi Yan chuckled and slipped back to his workstation, swallowing hard as he watched the endless stream of twisted liquor being produced.

He was starting to miss his batch of gel that had almost sparked a war.

The underground structure of Londinium, a base for the Self-Salvation Army.

Amiya and the others, led by Fester, finally arrived here.

"The commander is waiting for you in the room, so I won't go in."

Fester led the group to a door, then stopped with a wry smile: "I still need to find Lolo; she's a little unhappy."

Amiya nodded her thanks, gave a wink to the people behind her, and then entered the room with only the Doctor.

There were quite a few people in the room, seemingly having just finished an impromptu meeting but not yet dismissed, as they were deliberately waiting for the arrival of the Rhodes Island members.

Amiya glanced around and guessed that they had stayed behind only to guard against her and the Doctor, while the only real person was the girl sitting in the main seat of the conference room.

The girl wore a white dress, and her long black hair was tied into cute pigtails that hung down her back. She seemed to be a Kuranta, but she also had a single horn on her head, which made her seem less ordinary.

"Hello, friend of Rhodes Island, I've finally waited for you." The girl chuckled and spoke first. "I am Clovisia, the commander of the Self-Defense Forces."

"Hello, I am Amiya, the leader of Rhodes Island."

After a brief self-introduction, both sides fell into a short silence.

Amiya quickly broke the silence and asked:

"Commander Clovisia was deliberately waiting for us?"

"Just call me Clovisia, and I'll call you Amiya in return."

Clovisia stood up and walked toward Amiya: "It was a messenger friend's request. She hoped that our self-defense forces could help Rhodes Island enter the city, but it seems that Rhodes Island has its own way of getting in."

"Is she the one Dr. Kal'tsit mentioned?" Amiya suddenly realized. "Our original plan was indeed to go to that messenger lady after entering the city. It seems she has also made preparations in the city."

Where is the messenger now?

Clovisia shook her head and explained:

"Due to the chaotic situation in the city, we cannot maintain real-time communication. However, tomorrow is the agreed-upon time to contact each other, so Rhodes Island can rest here for the time being."

"Thank you," Amiya said gratefully.

“This is not a generous donation, Amiya.”

“I know, this is a collaboration.”

The conversation went very smoothly, and before long, Amiya and the Doctor left the room.

Clovisia did not see them off; she probably needed to hold another meeting to discuss the decision and persuade her companions to accept the fact that the Self-Rescue Army was cooperating with Rhodes Island, which was causing trouble everywhere.

Outside the door, Amiya and the others were quickly led to their assigned rest area by a self-defense fighter who called himself Bill.

A pot was placed on the campfire, containing a pile of messy vegetable leaves.

Mandela sat in front of the pot, stirring the large stew in front of her with a spatula intermittently.

She was lost in thought, and even the arrival of Amiya and the others couldn't bring her back to reality.

"Who is this?" Amiya asked, puzzled.

"Isn't this your companion?" Bill asked, even more puzzled.

"That's Mandela," Bagpipes announced from the group.

Hearing his own name, Mandela snapped out of his daze and turned to look:

"Old Bill, didn't we agree that this place was for me to rest?"

“It’s still yours, no need to rush,” Bill chuckled. “You little cat, why do you always like to steal territory?”

Mandra saw the bagpipes in the group and, combining the previous information, roughly understood the identities of the Rhodes Island group, so he didn't say anything more.

Bill shrugged, not wanting to get involved in the matter between Rhodes Island and Mandela, and turned to leave.

Regardless of what Mandela thought, the group of people sat around the campfire as if they were old friends, eagerly watching the stew in the pot.

"Hey! You guys are trying to steal my food right away?!"

Mandela immediately lost her temper.

Huang grinned and leaned closer, forcibly putting his arm around Mandela's shoulder: "We're all friends, don't mind. I brought some canned food with me, just in time to add some meat to your meal."

As he spoke, Huang took out a can of meat, tore open the seal, and poured it into the pot.

Others also took out the food they had brought and threw it into the pot in a mess.

Mandra was so angry that her cat ears twitched, and she bit Huang's wrist.

Huang was startled and withdrew her hand. Before she could speak, Mandela preemptively began to accuse her:

"Can't you guys even cook? You've turned my dinner into a complete mess!"

The group awkwardly withdrew their hands from serving the food.

At that moment, the doctor's voice floated lightly into everyone's ears:

"Your stew was already going to turn into mush. You're the worst cook, you stupid cat."

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Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then continued to throw their favorite foods into the pot.

Enraged, Mandela immediately jumped up from the ground, pointed at the doctor, and roared:

"Who are you, you faceless hooded man? How dare you insult me? Aren't you afraid of me...aren't you afraid I'll go find Qi Yan?"

"You think I'd be afraid of a mere white dog?"

The doctor chuckled and said, "On Rhodes Island, you only need to ask around to find out that the white-haired dog has three nemesis."

His sister is one, the little rabbit next to me is one, and there's another one..."

Mandela looked suspicious.

“Of course…no!” the Doctor said proudly. “The other one is Kal’tsit.”

Mandela: "..."

She couldn't understand why this hooded man, who had no face, could speak so confidently.

Oh, because he has no face.

Mandela silently sat back down, looking at the messy dinner with a sense of wanting to cry.

Thorn held a bag of table salt, muttering to himself as he calculated the proportions, completing the final step in preparing dinner.

Soon, the group began to happily eat dinner.

Mandela couldn't understand: "How long have you been starving? How can you eat such terrible food with such gusto?"

Huang said without turning his head:

“Before we left the island, Fu Rong was the head chef of the canteen.”

"Who is that person?" Mandela couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this, everyone at the dinner table simultaneously stopped eating.

Huang slowly turned his head, his expression a mixture of solemnity, wistfulness, and lingering fear, and said:

"She is someone you absolutely cannot mess with. To put it this way, when the cafeteria opens for meals, Qi Yan and Xiao Ke are always the first to run, but if they see Fu Rong at the kitchen door, Qi Yan will be so scared that he will activate his Golden Eyes, throw Xiao Ke in, and then run for his life."

Mandra was deeply shocked after hearing Huang's explanation, even though he didn't understand it.

While she was still in a daze, the food in the pot was decreasing at a visible rate, and by the time she realized what was happening, only a little bit of food was left at the bottom of the pot.

"Ah, I'm full."

"Take a rest, there are definitely many battles waiting for us."

"Vina, come here for a moment, I also have something I want to discuss with you."

The Rhodes Island group quickly dispersed, satisfied, while the Glasgow gang gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

Amiya didn't disturb Vina and the others, but turned to look at the Doctor with concern:

“That Clovisia…”

"Don't talk about your master on someone else's turf," the doctor cautioned.

Amiya stopped talking, nodded, and turned to help the Doctor and herself find a place to rest.

Only Mandela and the Doctor remained by the campfire.

"There's a little left, aren't you going to eat it?" the doctor asked with a smile.

"It's all because of you."

Mandela bared her teeth in anger, but eventually stepped forward and ate the messy food in small bites.

The professor sat down beside her and began to chat aimlessly:

“I’ve heard Fengdi mention you before, a cadre of Deep Pool. You were assigned to Qi Yan by the leader of Deep Pool, but why were you then thrown to the Self-Salvation Army by Qi Yan?”

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Mandela said irritably.

The doctor smiled, recalling the deep-pool-related materials he had read before his departure.