Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

But she quickly regained her composure: "Send more people to the Norbert district, preferably some clever ones, to approach Qi Yan and His Highness in a conciliatory and submissive manner."

Furthermore, actions within the Norbert district must adhere to one principle: one must not do anything in public that would damage the Duke's image.

This district has been brought into the public eye by the Sarkaz; too many eyes are watching it. I doubt even the Iron Duke Wellington would dare continue his ruthless methods.

"Yes, we understand."

Do you even understand the current situation?

A middle-aged Sarkaz mercenary angrily grabbed the head of the Sarkaz girl next to him and shook her violently, scolding her: "Because of Hadley's escape, we were implicated and sent to this damned Norbert district to carry out a mission."

We can barely take care of ourselves, and you're thinking of helping others?

The Sarkaz girl was shaken until she was dizzy and cried out:

“But that old man is also a Sarkaz. The Norbert District is currently cut off from the outside world and has no food supplies. He must have been desperate to risk coming here for help.”

"Still at a dead end? You can even use idioms now, so does that mean we're at a dead end?"

The middle-aged Sarkaz angrily smacked the girl on the head: "Mingjiao, I'm warning you, the old man who took care of you before is dead. I'm only taking care of you because of him. Don't make me angry!"

The girl named Mingjiao covered her head, her brown eyes, matching her slightly messy long hair, filled with grievance.

Afraid that the middle-aged Sarkaz would really get angry, she didn't dare to talk back. She just lowered her head and used her hair to cover her eyes, so as to avoid the other party seeing the resentment in her eyes.

The middle-aged Sarkaz was about to say something more when he suddenly heard a quarrel coming from not far away.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, gave up on disciplining the immature and silly girl, and turned to deal with the matter on the other side.

Mingjiao tidied her messy hair and jogged after him.

When the two arrived at the scene, the situation was already starting to spiral out of control.

"You can't treat us like this! Where are the city garrison troops?"

“I know Lieutenant Colonel Leto of the city defense forces. I demand to speak with him. We agreed that as long as we don’t cause trouble, we’ll be safe. We haven’t broken any of our agreements!”

The Sarkaz mercenaries handling the situation at the scene already had their hands on their weapons.

His gaze swept across the rioting crowd, finally settling on the young man at the very front who was shouting continuously, and he said coldly:

"Leto was beaten so badly in the last fight that he's still bedridden and can't get out of bed. Of course, he might have died from his injuries."

If you continue to act recklessly, I won't mind sending you to see him, or making you walk ahead and wait for him to come down to see you!

Driven by hunger and fear, the young man had lost control of his emotions and was about to confront the Sarkaz mercenary.

Just moments before he spoke, a woman in a pristine white nurse's uniform rushed out. Her hair, a mix of pink and burgundy, stood out starkly against the chaotic scene.

The woman in the film was aware of the situation, but disregarding her own safety, she stepped forward and forcefully pulled the young man, interrupting him.

"Be careful, they're armed. Don't provoke them!" the woman in Felin whispered, then grabbed him and prepared to leave.

On the other side, a man dressed in a formal suit who looked to be of some status immediately stepped forward and tried to persuade the Sarkaz mercenary in front of him with offers of benefits.

Unfortunately, both the man in formal attire's requests for food supplies and his requests to contact the outside world were rejected by the Sarkaz mercenaries, causing their anger to rise continuously.

The man in the formal attire sensed something was wrong, shrank back, and prepared to temporarily step back.

At the critical moment, the young man rushed forward again, opening his mouth to continue his protest.

Just then, the middle-aged Sarkaz who had been scolding Mingjiao finally arrived at the scene.

Without any hesitation, he drew his long sword from his waist and swung it horizontally.

A cold glint flashed across the young man's neck, leaving a trail of crimson liquid, a few drops of which landed on the face of the woman who was trying to grab him.

The scene fell silent instantly, except for the muffled thud of the headless corpse falling to the ground like a tattered sack.

The middle-aged Sarkaz wiped the blood from the knife wound, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Die, or get out, the choice is yours."

Chapter 661 Jun’s name

The scene was silent for a moment, then, as if hitting rock bottom, it erupted into a deafening scream.

"Help, help!"

The once relatively united crowd scattered and fled in all directions, as if doused with cold water from a pot of hot oil.

The middle-aged Sarkaz watched all this indifferently, then sheathed his sword.

"Run, run, you poor Victorians, you've had enough. Now it's your turn to experience what we used to live."

Hiding in ruins, hiding in shadows, crushing their own morality, swallowing their own dignity—this is what the Sarkaz once experienced, and now it belongs to you too.

This is perhaps the equality you often talk about.

The scattered Victorian commoners obviously couldn't hear these words, and the middle-aged Sarkaz seemed to be emphasizing something to himself.

Mingjiao, who caught up from behind, trembled slightly, her lips quivering; she was puzzled.

"Why kill him? They just want an explanation. We can easily explain to them that even the Sarkaz don't have many supplies, so..."

The middle-aged Sarkaz turned to look at Mingjiao and shook his head, saying, "Stupid girl, do you think explaining will have any effect?"

The war has begun. Put away your childish ideas. If your damned kindness were useful, the Sarkaz wouldn't have suffered for centuries.

Mingjiao took a deep breath, her mind reeling from the shock.

The Sarkaz who had initially dealt with the riot couldn't stand it anymore and tried to persuade them:

“Boss, Mingjiao is still a child, and when she was a mercenary in Colombia, she only took on escort jobs. Don’t scare her.”

"And then what?" the middle-aged Sarkaz said irritably. "Protecting her like those useless, fragile flowers and plants, I might suddenly die the next second, and she, having no ability to survive, will also perish with me?"

After being harshly reprimanded, the Sarkaz who had tried to persuade him shrank back and dared not say another word.

The middle-aged Sarkaz snorted coldly and shouted in a gruff voice:

"Don't just stand there like idiots. Get your act together and guard this restricted area. If anyone causes trouble again, don't waste your breath talking to them, just chop them up."

Mingjiao, you're on the front lines too. Open your eyes wide and see firsthand the ugliness of these Victorians. Realize how foolish your kindness has been!

Mingjiao pouted and obediently walked to the side of the Sarkaz companion who had spoken up for her.

The middle-aged Sarkaz turned to leave, but suddenly realized something and abruptly turned back:

"Once you see someone from Rhodes Island, run for your life immediately. Don't think about resisting or trying to die. If you really can't escape, surrender."

You recognize the Rhodes Island symbol, right?

“We know each other, we just can’t read, we’re not blind.” Sarkaz next to Mingjiao nodded repeatedly.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged Sarkaz didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Mingjiao.

Sarkaz: "..."

Okay, he was just being presumptuous. Sorry for bothering you.

After Mingjiao nodded in agreement, the middle-aged Sarkaz turned and left with satisfaction.

"Let's go, time to get to work," Sarkaz said to Mingjiao, then turned and continued his inspection.

Mingjiao quickly jogged to catch up, expressing her gratitude:

"Thank you for speaking up for me earlier. Um... what's your name?"

"A name?" Sarkaz chuckled. "You silly girl, you've been too well protected. Did you really think just anyone could have a name?"

"Huh?" Mingjiao was a little stunned.

Sarkaz continued laughing: "No one knows if they'll live to see the next day's sun, or if their companions will die in the next second. Instead of wasting time on useless things, it's better to check the surroundings and your weapons."

Mingjiao remained silent for a moment.

She felt that this was wrong, but she had no power to change anything, nor the right to criticize anything.

A mix of emotions welled up inside her, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Is it all because of the war? If only the war didn't exist, then this is why we responded to the two princes' call to come to Londinium."

This time, it was Sarkaz who fell silent.

Mingjiao, not understanding what was going on, quickly ran two steps to his side, looked up and looked into his eyes.

Mingjiao was then stunned.

She could see nothing in those cloudy eyes, only endless emptiness and confusion.

"War...the meaning...ah."

Sarkaz turned his face away, not wanting Mingjiao to touch his desolate inner world: "I came here in response to the call of the two princes to rebuild Kazdel, but I don't really understand the meaning of Kazdel."

But if I don't even pursue Kazdel, what should I do?

War—the Sarkaz are forever caught in war. If there were no war, what would the Sarkaz do?

Mingjiao bit her lip, feeling sorry for herself.

"Perhaps, with Kazdel, we can start to live a good life."

What does it mean to live a good life?

"For example, you can have your own name."

On the streets of Norbert, the man in the tuxedo had lost all his elegance; his face was filled with terror.

He ran and ran from the scene of the incident until his legs were almost numb and his lungs felt like they were about to explode, until he had exhausted every last bit of strength in his body and was forced to stop.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

This was a pain the man in the tuxedo had never experienced in his life; he couldn't even tell if it was from fear or from the strenuous exercise.

"I... Waaah... Why?" The man in the tuxedo was almost crying.

"Stop crying and sobbing. Do you still naively believe that you were invited here for a picnic by the Sarkaz?"

A mocking female voice came from beside the man in the tuxedo, startling him.

"Who are you?" The man in the suit almost fell over and had to press himself against the wall to keep his balance.

"My name is Baird, and you are injured."

A girl dressed in street style emerged from behind cover. Underneath her black leather coat was a plain purple shirt, and her short hair, the same color as the shirt, was studded with a few gray highlights.

Her lower body perfectly followed a certain rule: she wore as much as she could on top and as much as she could on the bottom, wearing only a pair of denim shorts that perfectly showcased her two fair and long legs.

Only after being reminded by the girl named Baird did the man in the tuxedo realize that his calves and arms had been aching.

He had no idea what he had scraped or bumped during his escape; his body was already covered in wounds.

Without giving the man in the tuxedo any chance to react, Baird simply waved his hand:

"Follow me, this way."

The man in the tuxedo hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow, otherwise he wouldn't know where to go at that moment.

Just then, the two of them heard an extremely arrogant voice rapidly approaching from a distance.

"Hahaha, no one can stop me, I'm free, I'm free!"

To Baird and his companion's astonishment, a white-furred Lupo was panting and running down the street.

Even though he was clearly exhausted and out of breath, he still had a wild smile on his face:

"You old woman, it takes people two minutes to react after you finish your riddle. And little rabbit, do you think you can chase me with your short legs?"

Don't think you can restrain me just because I'm outside the area affected by natural disasters. I still have sanity potion, and this land has never lacked Originium!

I... Ah! I'm dead!

Baird's eyes widened as he watched the erratic white Lupo suddenly trip and crash headfirst into the edge of the roadside steps, its fate unknown.

Chapter 662 There are also differences among the wounded.

"Kador, come quick! There are wounded!"

Outside a martial arts school with a somewhat dilapidated sign, Baird was supporting Qi Yan, whose face was covered in blood, with a limping man in a suit following behind.

Even after he had returned to his own territory, Baird was still somewhat shaken by what had just happened.

She and the man in the tuxedo witnessed a tragedy: a white-haired Luper ran erratically down the street and then crashed headfirst into the steps.