Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Poets aren't fools; they certainly wouldn't do something as stupid as offering their necks to be chopped off.

The officer's eyes flashed with coldness as he waved for the deep pool soldiers surrounding the area to come forward.

Seeing this, the poet tensed all his muscles and shouted sharply:

Are you really not afraid of Qi Yan's anger?

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but if you continue to resist, I'm not sure if you'll ever be able to keep all your limbs intact."

The officer pointed the oddly shaped sword at the poet's throat and said confidently, "It's not just you who's cooperating with Qi Yan. The relationship between Shenchi and Qi Yan is much closer than you imagine."

"As long as you spare your life, and with our leader's intervention, Qi Yan will definitely give Shen Chi face."

The poet's face immediately darkened.

Just when the officer thought he had the poet under his thumb, the latter suddenly chuckled.

"Oh, I see."

The poet chuckled softly, “So Deeppool not only has connections with the Duke of Wellington, but also with Qi Yan. Deeppool has gotten all the benefits.”

"If I were to release this information, how would the Duke of Wellington view Deeppool?"

The officer narrowed his eyes slightly and calmly said:

"The Duke of Wellington will be even happier to be able to establish contact with Qi Yan in this way, which is beneficial to both Deeppool and the Duke."

"That's not up to you. It depends on the Duke of Wellington, or rather, on how the Duke of Kester conveys this information to the Duke of Wellington."

The poet and the officer stared at each other, their gazes meeting as if sparks were about to fly, and the tension in their words grew increasingly palpable.

"It seems we really can't let you live this time." The officer barked, "Make your move!"

Why do you think I've been wasting so much time talking to you?

The poet also cried out: "Help!"

The sound of shattering glass rang out from all directions, and a large number of people in gray top hats burst through the windows, surrounding the Deep Pool's group from the opposite direction.

Chapter 685 He didn't stop, he was still opening the box!

The already tense hall became even more chaotic with the arrival of the gray-hatted group.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

The officer immediately issued the order to kill.

"Cover me, everyone retreat!"

The poet, however, had no intention of fighting these men to the death; it was neither in line with their grey top hat persona nor with the Duke of Caesar's usual style.

It's more interesting when other people are involved in a fight, and the other sidelines are just watching.

The sounds of clashing weapons echoed continuously in the hall.

The poet had suffered a setback at the hands of the Sarkaz and was now clearly exhausted, retreating steadily under the officer's offensive.

But the officer felt no relief whatsoever.

He had only managed to suppress the poet, but he was powerless to do anything about him for the time being. Making a big fuss about this would only expose Shenchi to the public eye prematurely.

Even if they manage to acquire Victoria's crown prince from Qi Yan, they won't be able to take him with them, and killing him on the spot is even more unrealistic.

The struggle between the two crown princes was bound to end in bloodshed, but it should not be in this way.

The timing was wrong, and the reason was wrong.

Even as the poet was at a standoff with the school officer, he didn't stop talking:

"You seem to be in a hurry. Let me guess, you're here because your leader wants to get the crown prince that Qi Yan mentioned."

The officer did not answer, but his movements became even more swift.

“It seems I guessed right, you really are foolish.” The poet continued to persuade, “I might as well tell you that the crown prince you are looking for is Qi Yan’s companion on Rhodes Island.”

You don't naively believe that Qi Yan genuinely intends to sell that prince as a commodity in a transaction, do you?

"what?!"

The officer's expression changed.

Upon seeing this, the poet burst into a mocking laugh:

"Fool, let me tell you this: Qi Yan is simply trying to get something for nothing. All the organizations that come here blinded by profit will become resources under Qi Yan's control."

The continuous revelations had a psychological impact on the officer, causing him to pause his offensive.

Both sides were highly skilled, and a single momentary lapse in concentration was enough for the poet to turn the tide.

However, he did not choose to retaliate, but instead quickly withdrew from the battlefield and returned to his companions.

Without the slightest hesitation, the gray-hatted group fled the battlefield like a swarm of black rats.

The officer raised his hand to stop the deep-pool soldiers from pursuing, frowning as he fell into deep thought:

"We can only believe half of what the top hat says, but it's not something I can decide on my own. We must pass this information on to the leader as soon as possible."

He quickly finalized the plan and turned to lead the Deeppool soldiers to evacuate the building.

Before leaving, the officer even dropped a large number of Originium bombs to destroy the building, thus covering up any possible traces left by Deeppool.

In the distance, the gray-hatted group, having escaped to safety, watched as the building was gradually swallowed up by the billowing smoke and dust.

"How on earth did you do that?"

A man in a grey top hat couldn't help but ask the poet, "Did Qi Yan cast some kind of curse on you? Why have you been encountering so many bizarre organizations along the way?"

The poet said irritably:

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Even if it's a curse, do you think I can figure it out?"

The others in gray top hats remained silent, and in unison raised their hands to adjust their hats.

The poet instinctively raised his hand, only to grasp at nothing.

Only then did he realize that the brim of his beloved hat had been cut off by the school officer, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

A man in a grey top hat glanced sideways at the poet, ignoring his grief, and suddenly spoke:

"Was what you just said to the officer a bit out of line?"

"What did you say?" the poet asked in return.

"Don't play dumb with me!" the man in the gray top hat snapped. "Are you really planning to side with Qi Yan?"

"...I was just fooling the officers in Deeppool. If I really had such thoughts, how could I have opened the team's internal communications and said something like that!"

The poet defended himself, saying, "Besides, wasn't contacting Qi Yan my original task?"

“No need to explain to us.” The man in the gray top hat showed no mercy. “I will report your statement verbatim, and until a clear order for action is issued, you will be listed as a prime suspect.”

The poet was so angry upon hearing this that his liver was throbbing with pain.

Ignoring the poet's reaction, the man in the grey top hat spoke again:

"In addition, we have discovered the location where the airship is parked. Since you have successfully established a relationship with Qi Yan, use this identity and Qi Yan's orders to investigate the airship."

The poet's anger flared up immediately.

You showed no sympathy whatsoever by directly suspecting me, and then ordered me to do potentially life-threatening tasks.

Do you really think I'm made of clay, with no temper at all?

Facing his companions, the poet took a deep breath and roared:

"Go and go!"

All the gray top hats: "..."

The poet glared at them fiercely, then turned and left.

The others in grey top hats exchanged glances, shrugged, and didn't take the poet's tantrum to heart.

They didn't actually expect the poet to find anything out; they just wanted to find an excuse to get rid of him and prevent Qi Yan from bewitching the poet, which could lead to a backstabbing of Kester's side.

This wasn't the first time they'd experienced something like this, and the poet understood that, which is why he quickly accepted reality despite his anger.

"I have sent the coordinates to the poet, hoping he can come back alive."

“Let’s go. Besides the forces we and the poet have exposed, the other dukes’ troops are also approaching. The quiet here is the calm before the storm. We still have a lot to do.”

Dust and smoke rose in billows at the horizon.

Qi Yan stood by the window, gazing into the distance. Amiya and Huang were watching him intently from his left and right.

"I'm really not going to run anymore, you can relax a bit," Qi Yan said helplessly.

"We are very relaxed."

Amiya's gaze did not waver at all as she spoke; even the long dragon of dust rising in the distance could not make her look away for even half a second.

"I think you two can relax a bit."

Huang suggested from the side, "Why don't you play the violin for Qi Yan, Amiya? You've been practicing all the way here."

"With me here, Qi Yan won't escape. Kal'tsit took all his Originium and sanity potion. Even if I take his hands and feet, he's no match for me."

Amiya hesitated for a moment, clearly somewhat tempted.

"Go play for me, I really won't run away." Qi Yan nodded, clutching his lower back.

His action was purely subconscious, or perhaps a result of some kind of psychological trauma.

The way Amiya used the violin in the "Night Run" style made Qi Yan feel a dull pain in his kidneys every time he thought about it.

Amiya noticed Qi Yan's little trick, scratched her head and smiled, then made up her mind to run and pick up her violin.

She must use her playing to dispel Mr. Qi Yan's psychological trauma; when it comes to musical instruments, she is no less skilled than Arturo!

While Amiya was preparing, Huang gestured with his chin towards the distant dust clouds:

"Is that the poet's masterpiece?"

"There's no one else but him. I wonder which faction he started. Oh, right..."

Qi Yan had an idea and said to Huang, "Could you ask Kroos for me about the poet's specific movements and where he's going next?"

Huang immediately began contacting Kroos.

Half a minute later, she received the exact information:

"The poet went toward the airship."

Upon hearing this target, Qi Yan frowned: "Who else on the airship is worth opening the box for?"

The melodious sound of a violin interrupted Qi Yan's thoughts.

He raised an eyebrow, and in order not to let Amiya's efforts go to waste, he decisively abandoned all thought and focused on enjoying the music.

At the same time, the poet, who had already infiltrated the airship, felt his ears twitch slightly.

"Who's singing? Are there artists among the Sarkaz?"

He was filled with doubts and quietly followed the singing to a door.

The singing stopped abruptly.

While the poet was still hesitating at the door, it was opened without warning.

The woman with long pink hair smiled gently and extended an invitation to the horrified poet:

"You've been discovered, sir. Could you please stay on the airship for a few days?"

"You...you are..."

The poet felt his breathing become difficult, and his muscles reflexively raised his hand, wanting to use the communicator to send out the message.

However, the communicator had stopped working at some point.

The gentle woman explained softly:

"Sir, you were already discovered by the dead spirits when you approached the airship."

Please don't make choices that might hurt you, okay?