Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Can the supplies you've stockpiled support so many people surviving at the martial arts school?"

I saw that Daphne had spent the whole day finding only two cans of food, and Baird was even worse off, having spent the whole day finding only two mouths to feed.

"Since you know all this, you'd better behave yourself and protect the martial arts school like a man!" Kador said irritably. "I really don't know how someone with such an outrageous personality could exist. It's a miracle you've lived this long without being beaten to death."

"Every ordinary day we live may be a series of miracles."

Qi Yan laughed and said, "Although you have a foul mouth and often put pressure on people, you are still a real man."

"You and 'the next academician' will be on night duty again tonight. I'll go and pull off a miracle for you."

Chapter 665 Can't tell the difference between the two kings?

The pitch-black night enveloped the desolate, ruin-like city.

After a suffocating day, the Norbert district was once again plunged into a deathly night.

No one knows if they will be able to open their eyes again the next day after closing them this time, but they must force themselves to rest in order to regain their energy to deal with the events that may come the next day.

Some people also attempted to carry out their actions under the cover of night.

It hasn't been long since the Norbert district separated from the main body of Londinium, but the residents living there have felt that time has stretched out so long that they've almost forgotten how much time has passed.

The order they had taken for granted collapsed at a speed no one could have imagined.

When a person feels hungry, he will think of exchanging his valuables for food with others.

When a person is driven to fear by hunger, he will try to exchange dignity for courage and pick up any food that can be eaten.

When a person goes mad with hunger, he will eat everything, including himself.

How many resources does a city consume every day?

Most people used to not care about this data.

Of course, even fewer people care now...

The campfire burned at the edge of the blockade, the wood crackling in the flames, its wails pleasing the cold souls of the people.

Sarkaz continued their clan's tradition by seeking out books to make the flames burn brighter.

He is very smart and good at summarizing patterns.

For example, tearing a book into pieces and throwing a few sheets into a fire will cause the flames to flare up explosively, but the cost is that the paper will burn faster.

Therefore, Sarkaz hoarded a large number of books during the day, among which he preferred those that looked old or were made of special materials such as parchment, which burned brightly and for a long time.

"This awful weather, it gets so cold at night."

Sarkaz sat by the campfire, muttering a few words to himself. He then pulled out a cigarette from the corpse of an unknown companion and casually put it in his mouth.

Sarkaz tore off a piece of parchment, glanced at the incomprehensible characters and formulas on it, lit it, and then used it as a match to light the cigarette in front of his face.

The white smoke formed a long, winding dragon above the flames, only to be dispersed by the distorted heat wave in an instant.

Footsteps approached slowly.

"Hey bro, got anything to eat?"

Before Sarkaz could turn around, the other party asked the question quite naturally.

"I don't have any food, but if you're short of cigarettes, I can give you a couple." Upon hearing the other person's tone, Sarkaz didn't bother to turn around and automatically categorized him as a companion.

"Forget it, my sister will dislike me if I smell like smoke."

"You actually have family? That's really... um? Who are you?!"

Sarkaz turned his head in surprise, ready to make a joke, only to be astonished to find a white-haired Lupo next to him.

He sprang up from the ground with a jolt, his hand already on his weapon.

Sarkaz knelt on the ground, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he had rehearsed countless times.

Sensing Qi Yan's doubts, Sarkaz's uncorrupted intelligence flashed through his mind, and he instantly came up with a solution.

“I like kneeling, please don’t mind,” Sarkaz said sincerely.

Qi Yan said with disdain:

"A man's knees are worth their weight in gold; how can he kneel down so casually?"

“I’m trying to extract the gold,” Sarkaz said, maintaining his sincerity.

Qi Yan: "..."

Qi Yan was unexpectedly moved by the talent.

"Sit down and let's talk." Qi Yan waved his hand. "Do you know why I came to find you?"

Sarkaz dared not disobey and obediently knelt on the ground, shaking his head repeatedly.

Looking at Sarkaz, whose physique was one and a half times his own, sitting in a petite and demure posture, Qi Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

With a sigh, Qi Yan turned his face away, refusing to look at the guy.

"Is there anything to eat?"

"Are there any weapons?"

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Come with me, I'll take you to find something to eat."

Sarkaz's eyes widened suddenly, and his back straightened involuntarily, but he immediately cowered back down.

"But the Regent has assigned us to guard the Norbert district."

"What did you just say Therese's identity?"

"Regent."

"What is my identity?"

"You are... a demon, a demon king."

"So you can't tell the difference between the two Jokers, is that it?"

Sarkaz was stunned by Qi Yan's few questions, his mind turning into a complete mess and losing the ability to think.

Qi Yan casually pulled the half-burnt cigarette from Sarkaz's fingertip and threw it into the campfire.

"You should quit smoking from now on."

"why?"

"It will affect your health; you'll get lung disease when you get old."

"Old...old?"

"Well, if you follow me, you'll have a new problem to consider."

"How can I maintain my health so that I can live for decades longer and enjoy life to the fullest when I get old?"

Sarkaz was so shocked that his fingertips went slightly numb.

With his virtually nonexistent knowledge, he couldn't describe the emotions churning within him at that moment, but he was clever, and he felt as if he was about to grasp something.

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's not you, it's all of you."

“Yes, it’s us.” Qi Yan stood up and patted Sarkaz on the shoulder. “We’re going to do something big, create a miracle!”

"Demon King, please speak!" Sarkaz's voice trembled.

"First of all, I am not called Demon King, I am called Qi Yan, you can also call me Dean."

Qi Yan pointed to Sarkaz's kneeling legs: "Second, stand up! No kneeling!"

Sarkaz quickly stood up straight.

"Third, gather all the brothers who are willing to follow me and put all the food together."

Sarkaz nodded in agreement.

"Fourth, broadcast the announcement using communication equipment that this plot of land will henceforth be independent and named, Victoria Nursing Home Branch!"

Sarkaz's legs buckled and he knelt down again.

Under Qi Yan's increasingly dangerous gaze, Sarkaz shakily stood up again.

"Fifth, gather the civilians in the restricted area of ​​Victoria together for unified management, and also hand over their food. I took a walk around the Norbert district today and found that you still left them so much food. Is this reasonable?"

From now on, they will be assigned daily tasks such as cleaning up street debris and repairing basic infrastructure like houses. Only those who complete their tasks will be allowed to eat.

Sarkaz was speechless.

Everyone says the Sarkaz are cruel and ruthless, but compared to Qi Yan, they are as gentle as a bunch of saints. No wonder Qi Yan is the Demon King!

"Sixth, once the airship returns from outside, immediately lead your men to seize it and capture Theresa!"

Sarkaz knelt down again.

"Did you put a crane on your knee?" Qi Yan raised an eyebrow and questioned.

“She…she’s a demon lord too,” Sarkaz weakly retorted.

"Then take down the airship, and then 'invite' Theresa to me." Qi Yan changed his words. "You should understand what I mean, right?"

“Yes, I understand, but even if Princess Theresa agrees, the airship…”

“Tell that dead spirit in the airship that if it’s not satisfied, I’ll go over there myself and reason with it.”

Chapter 666 Reshuffle the cards

Upon hearing Qi Yan's use of the word "personally," Sarkaz felt a chill run down his spine.

Since Qi Yan arrived in Lentinium, every action he personally took represented an earth-shattering and fierce battle.

Qi Yan severely injured Theresis on the city wall, crushed two royal kings in the Sadion district, and although he did not participate in the battle at the city defense command headquarters, his appearance intimidated the entire scene and became the direct factor in ending the battle.

Rumor has it that Qi Yan also took away the workers from Highbury District during that time, which made Therese so angry that she had to drink three large bowls of herbal medicine to stop the pain in her liver.

Sarkaz didn't dare to delay and nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood what to do.

Qi Yan waved his hand with satisfaction, signaling Sarkaz to stand up:

"Do you have a name?"

Sarkaz shook his head.

Qi Yan understood and was not surprised by the situation.

He looked Sarkaz up and down a few times and said:

"If you complete this mission to my satisfaction, I will personally give you a name."

You will be my right-hand man, a key figure in the future nursing home!

"Thank you, Demon... Thank you, Dean!"

Sarkaz almost knelt down again, but was frightened by Qi Yan's threatening gaze and managed to stop the impulse.

Just as he was about to go back and inform the other Sarkaz, Qi Yan called out to him:

"There should be a girl named Mingjiao in your team, right? I didn't meet her last time I went to Highbury."

"Yes! You need to see her for something?"

"Nothing else, just wanted to let you know that she's under my protection."

Sarkaz was dumbfounded.

Being specifically named and protected by Qi Yan, Sarkaz could imagine how happy Mingjiao would be in the future, but this seemed to be somewhat inconsistent with his boss's educational philosophy.

Thinking of this, Sarkaz suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

I can't tell the difference between the King and Queen anymore!

Amidst Qi Yan's bewildered gaze, Sarkaz rubbed his face and cheerfully ran off to inform the others.

Qi Yan shook his head and ignored the guy.

If this Sarkaz can get things done, Qi Yan is genuinely willing to give him a chance and promote him within the nursing home system.