Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Dai Feien became anxious: "Calm down, Qi Yan, don't be impulsive, let me talk to her."

"Don't try to persuade me, the more you try, the more trouble you'll cause." Qi Yan stepped forward with a smile, "His Excellency the Duke must have misunderstood something."

“What do you mean?” Windermere frowned.

“What I mean is… the deal I’m talking about has nothing to do with Definite. My target is you.”

Windermere: ?!

Just as Windermere was in shock, she saw the Rhodes Island doctor behind Qi Yan rush up at a snail's pace like a 100-meter sprinter and kick Qi Yan away.

Faced with this childish sneak attack, Qi Yan was caught off guard and was kicked to the ground by the doctor.

Windermere: "..."

The doctor took a breath and said with a wry smile:

"Your Grace, please ignore this fool; he's gone mad again."

Seeing Qi Yan get up, looking aggressive and ready to take revenge, the professor immediately shouted:

"Vina, save me!"

The golden lion arrived in an instant, subduing Rhodes Island's military representative with one hand, and then skillfully covering Qi Yan's mouth with its other hand.

Seeing that Vina had successfully sealed Qi Yan, the Doctor breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he spoke to Windermere:

"The transaction Qi Yan mentioned refers to supplies. He hopes that His Excellency the Duke can help the people of the Norbert district overcome their current difficulties."

This is why Rhodes Island diverted other factions; compared to other factions, Rhodes Island was more willing to trust Windermere's reputation.

"So...that's how it is?" Windermere was speechless with embarrassment.

Defiance looked up at her mother with a puzzled expression:

"Mom, what else do you think we're talking about?"

Windermere: "..."

A chop landed on Defiance's forehead, and Windermere chose to skip the topic:

"As the Duke of Victoria, I have an unshirkable duty to provide supplies or directly take in Victorian refugees on the land."

But I have a question.

She turned to look at Amon behind the doctor, clearly wary of this alien.

According to her intelligence, the number of Sarkaz in the Norbert district is no less than that of the Victorians.

She was unwilling to use her own resources to aid the enemy.

"Ah! Qi Yan, you bastard!"

Vina's exclamation suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qi Yan licked his lips with his tongue, while Vina, who had just sealed his mouth, was now frantically wiping her palms on her clothes with a look of utter despair.

Despite the stares of disbelief and disbelief from the crowd, Qi Yan remained calm and said:

"I guarantee with my integrity that Auntie's worries will never come true."

Windermere looked at Qi Yan's mouth, then at Vina's palm.

Judging from your performance, do you really have that kind of thing?

Chapter 700 A Feather, A Father's Cry

Qi Yan's personal guarantee, unsurprisingly, failed to gain anyone's trust.

He squatted on the side of the street, watching with envy as the Doctor and Windermere chatted fluently. Vina thoughtfully wrote down the things the two had agreed on so that there would be no problems with the transfer of supplies.

An Meng stayed by Qi Yan's side and asked in a low voice:

"Dean, was this also part of your plan?"

Qi Yan glanced at An Meng with a resentful look, which sent chills down the latter's spine.

Anmon scratched his head in confusion, not understanding where he had said something wrong.

Everything is going exactly as our director said, and supplies have been replenished, so why does our director look like a doormat?

Unable to figure it out, Amon simply stopped thinking about it: "Dean, what are your instructions next?"

"Once the supplies are replenished and the situation is settled, you can restart the land and head to Londinium," Qi Yan said casually.

"Are you going to lead us in a counterattack?"

“…Yes, I’ve decided to send you to get rid of Theresis,” Qi Yan said irritably.

"Ah I?"

Ammon was dumbfounded.

"Are you stupid? Are you stupid?"

Qi Yan was so angry that he jumped up and slapped An Meng's head repeatedly: "You finally have a peaceful life, but instead of thinking about finding a wife and having a bunch of Sarkaz babies to live with, you're always thinking about fighting and killing."

This land isn't about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social dynamics, understand?

Anmon shrank back as he was hit, and grinned sheepishly:

"Dean, I really don't understand human relationships, but I'm very good at creating accidents."

"You look like an accident." Qi Yan rubbed his sore hand and squatted back down. "From now on, your weapon will only be drawn for the purpose of protection."

An Meng touched the long sword at his waist, somewhat unable to understand the meaning behind Qi Yan's words:

"Does the Dean mean that I should protect those Sarkaz who are willing to follow you?"

"Aren't those Victorians in the nursing home human beings? I'm asking you, aren't they human beings?!"

"Uh... yes."

Qi Yan looked at An Meng's dazed expression and let out a helpless sigh:

"Forget it, why should I get angry with you? You take the nursing home back to the outskirts of Londinium and meet up with Kazdel Nursing Home. The rest will be taken care of."

Amon sensed something was amiss:

"Dean, are you leaving?"

"If I don't leave, will you support me?" Qi Yan retorted.

Upon hearing this, Anmon subconsciously reached for his wallet at his waist, only to realize that when he was reforming the nursing home, he was the first to hand over all his belongings in order to show his stance.

Anmon, looking somewhat ashamed after finding nothing, said awkwardly:

"How much would it cost to support you? I can take on mercenary missions to support you."

Qi Yan: "..."

He ignored Amon, and simply stood up and walked toward the doctor.

The doctor, who was negotiating with Windermere, heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, he suddenly felt his coat being forcibly pulled open.

Windermere: ?

"Damn it, white dog, what are you doing?"

The doctor was so frightened that his voice became several shrilly.

Without answering, Qi took out the seven-colored feather fan that the doctor kept close to his body without pausing his movements.

He searched carefully from top to bottom, and finally plucked the smallest feather from the fan, then stuffed the fan back into the doctor's arms.

"Keep this safe! If you dare to drop even a single feather, I'll eat all the pure Originium you've treasured!"

Qi Yan left with a threat and walked back towards Anmon.

Seeing Amon's bewildered look, he placed the feather in the other's hand and instructed him:

"If you encounter a problem that you can't solve, go to Rhodes Island for help. They can understand what to do just by looking at the feathers."

Qi Yan didn't lower his voice intentionally, and everyone present could hear him clearly.

The Doctor and the Rhodes Island group didn't react much, only glancing at Amon a few more times. But Windermere, the Poet, and the others couldn't help but feel a stirring in their hearts, and their gazes toward Amon became serious.

"Ahem, ignore him, let's get back to business."

The doctor straightened his clothes and spoke, drawing Windermere's attention back to himself.

Windermere withdrew his gaze and said seriously:

"I am willing to trust Rhodes Island's reputation and provide supplies free of charge to help the Norbert Plot overcome its difficulties, but I also hope that the Doctor can make my stance public. If there are any Victorian citizens on the plot who are willing to trust me, I will take them away."

I am the Duke of Victoria, and these citizens are under my perpetual protection, including those who do not wish to leave with me temporarily.

“Of course, I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” the doctor chuckled. “Although Qi Yan seized this land, the so-called nursing home was built according to his personal wishes.”

However, the nursing home's philosophy aligns with Rhode Island's; we will not use any coercive methods to determine a member's stay or departure.

Windermere's eyes flickered slightly: "Can you represent Qi Yan's attitude?"

"Who does he think he is?" the doctor scoffed. "If he dares to spout nonsense, I'll eat all the feathers he's collected."

Windermere: "..."

At this moment, Windermere couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Should I go back and start collecting some of Liboli's feathers?

Especially the red ones; most of the feathers in the doctor's arms were red.

On the other side, Qi Yan and An Meng were chatting casually about the follow-up matters of the nursing home. Most of the time, An Meng asked serious questions, while Qi Yan made up some nonsense, and An Meng, who had no brains, memorized it all.

As the two were talking, Qi Yan suddenly felt a poke in the soft flesh of his waist.

Mandela moved closer to Qi Yan, her cheeks slightly flushed, seemingly lost in thought.

Under his puzzled gaze, Mandela hesitated, then tiptoed and whispered in his ear:

"Could I have a feather... Daddy?"

Qi Yan: ? ? ? !!! !

Mandela's outrageous move startled Qi Yan so much that he took a half step back and almost fell to the ground.

Not only was Qi Yan startled, but Mandela was also taken aback by Qi Yan's exaggerated reaction, leaving her completely at a loss.

When Dr. Ming called out to Qi Yan, Qi Yan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, as if he didn't care about going through fire and water. Why did Dr. Ming's shout elicit such a strong reaction from Qi Yan?

"No way! Who taught you this trick?" Qi Yan felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

He felt like he'd been flirted with!

I got charmed by an incredibly silly cat!

When Mandela leaned in to speak, her warm, moist breath hit his earlobe, making his heart skip a beat.

Mandela couldn't understand Qi Yan's reaction; she only felt her face getting hotter and hotter, and she stamped her feet in frustration.

"Don't worry about who I learned from, just tell me if you'll give it to me or not."

"No, what do you need this for?" Qi Yan asked.

Mandela hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind and said bluntly, "I'm still not reconciled. I want to go back to Deeppool. I think if I bring your feather token back to the leader, she will be very happy."

Qi Yan opened his mouth, then became angry.

He stepped forward, grabbed Mandela's cat ears, and looked down at Mandela, questioning her:

"You took my feathers and gave them to another woman?! Huh?!"

Chapter 701 Today is also a day of betrayal.

“The leader is not another woman!” Mandela retorted loudly.

Qi Yan grabbed Mandela's shoulders and shook her violently: "Wake up, she's a bad woman!"

"I won't allow you to speak of the leader like that!"

"I can not only talk, I can also touch."

"what!!!"