Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Windermere's conversation with the doctor was interrupted again not far away.

Windermere, watching the two arguing, hesitated and said:

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

The professor glanced at Qi Yan and the other person with disdain, and said indifferently:

"Spare the rod and spoil the child. These two idiots are weird, just ignore them."

"okay."

Seeing that the doctor said this, Windermere decided not to interfere in other people's affairs.

Even with Windermere's experience, she couldn't quite understand the way Qi Yan and the others got along. The people were a mixed bunch, and their way of communicating was so chaotic it was hard to describe.

Turning his head to glance at his high-speed warship, Windermere steered the conversation back on track:

"Afterwards, I will leave one transport ship to receive Victorian citizens who wish to leave. The main ship will still need to continue operating with me, and Daphne will manage the transport ship on my behalf... Daphne?"

Halfway through his speech, Windermere suddenly noticed that his daughter was staring intently at Qi Yan and Mandela, who were playfully fighting.

Windermere's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The doctor asked from the side:

"You also intend to participate in the campaign against the Sarkaz Demon Lord?"

Windermere suppressed his worries and nodded, saying:

"I know how dangerous the Shard is, which the Sarkaz have already prepared, and the forces involved in the siege will surely face a fierce battle."

That's precisely why I should go to their aid. After all, given the other dukes' style, they wouldn't personally intervene. But beheading the Demon King is crucial for restoring peace to Victoria, and this battle needs someone to oversee the overall situation.

"Restore peace?" the doctor said dismissively. "It could also be the key push that plunges Victoria into complete chaos."

Windermere is clearly not intimidated by such words:

"I won't make any naive statements about stopping the war, but if possible, I will do my best to eliminate any factors that threaten Victoria."

The Sarkaz are the biggest threat I see right now.

The doctor smiled and reminded him:

"Your Excellency is the Grand Duke of Victoria, who guards the frontier. I wonder what the recent developments are in Letania?"

The White Queen of Letania was not the kind of monarch who sat in the hall, buried in her own domestic affairs, and only cared about developing the country.

I have indirectly worked with her in Kazimierz before, and please trust my judgment: once she has a reason, she will not hesitate to enter the fray.

“But there needs to be a reason, doesn’t there?” Windermere replied. “Unless Victoria is really weakened to the point of losing her ability to resist, but I won’t let that happen.”

"Well... it's hard to say."

Upon hearing the doctor's speech, Windermere's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his previously calm demeanor became imposing.

Unfortunately, her change in demeanor did not deter the doctor in the slightest.

"Please don't get agitated, Your Excellency," the Doctor said with a smile. "Rhodes Island is here to quell the war, so we naturally won't give Letania that reason."

Windermere didn't rush to speak; she knew the doctor had more to say.

The doctor turned his head and glanced at Qi Yan, who was pulling each other's hair with Mandela, and raised his chin:

"However, this white dog is a different story. Nobody knows when he will betray us and join another faction. I can only say that he will definitely find an opportunity to betray us; that's based on experience."

Windermere remained silent, but her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched slightly.

She was also aware of Qi Yan's actions in Letania. Although the Twin Queens tried their best to cover up the details, Qi Yan left in a swagger, and Letania did not make any statement but instead sent envoys to establish diplomatic relations with Rhodes Island. This was enough to prove that the two countries had interacted.

"Of course, I'm not saying this to cause you any unnecessary trouble."

The doctor continued, "This is still a transaction."

"I'm all ears," Windermere nodded.

"Since this white-haired dog is destined to betray us, why not guide him and have him defect to your side?" the doctor said with a smile.

Windermere: "...What would I gain by doing this?"

"Even if this land faces destruction, you can safely return to your own territory and continue to guard the frontier."

Windermere asked again, "And what do you get in return?"

"Command of the battle to annihilate the Sarkaz Demon King."

“That’s impossible,” Windermere refused without even thinking.

"Let me give you another piece of information," the doctor said, pointing to Qi Yan not far away with his thumb. "He promised me that he would do everything in his power to protect Theresa."

Windermere: ?!

The information revealed in the doctor's statement is somewhat outrageous.

This decapitation operation against Theresa was orchestrated by Rhodes Island, yet now the Doctor has made it clear that they will not allow Theresa to be harmed.

Using your left hand to hit your right hand? Are you kidding me?

"You don't need to understand the logic; you only need to understand this fact," the doctor said earnestly.

“Even so, I cannot relinquish command of the team.” Windermere hesitated for a moment before relenting, “but I can accompany a few of you and carefully listen to your command advice.”

"Would you like to become my advisor? I'd love to." The doctor readily agreed.

He never really intended to gain command; it was just a small tactic in the business negotiations.

Windermere realized what was happening and said in a complicated tone:

“Compared to Qi Yan, you betrayed us first.”

"Maybe... this isn't the first time I've done this."

After six hours of lingering outside the Norbert Block, Windermere's high-speed warships left behind a transport ship and set sail again without hesitation.

Anmon stood at the edge of the plot, watching the behemoths disappear into the distance, scratching his sharp horns in exasperation.

"The dean is leaving now, and I don't know if I can fulfill his instructions... Oh well, I'm just a worthless life, I'll do my best, at least I won't let down the name the dean gave me."

"If I just listen to the dean, I can have the life he talks about. What is it like to grow old slowly?"

Anmon was unaware of this, but an indescribable emotion surged within him.

He turned and left the edge of the plot.

After another cycle of day and night, the Norbert District plot, having received an energy supply, has finally restarted.

Anmon and several representatives, jointly elected by the people, stood atop the tallest building on the plot, gazing towards the future promised by Qi Yan.

Unaware of their anticipation, an off-road vehicle was speeding towards them from the horizon on the side of the relocated plot.

"Don't go! We haven't gotten on the bus yet. We just came from Lentinium!"

With his long blue hair, the fallen Sakta controlled the steering wheel with one hand, leaning half his body out of the car and shouting.

Unfortunately, her cries were all crushed by the winds of the wilderness.

Fiameta sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her little face tense as she complained:

"Stop shouting, you're too late. You're just disturbing my ears and doing nothing to help."

Mostima returned to the car, grinding his teeth in anger:

"Fuzzy Head, it's all your fault for insisting on waiting for the Pope's written document. It made me fall behind one step at a time."

"I told you, you're not allowed to call me by that code name!" Fiameta immediately exploded.

"Okay, fluffy bun head, I understand, fluffy bun head."

The sound of a grenade launcher being cocked successfully silenced Mostima.

Fiameta pressed the muzzle of the musket against Mostima's face and said with a sour expression:

"If I were you, I wouldn't waste time being annoying. Let's think about what to do now."

"I heard there's going to be a war somewhere."

Mostima answered without hesitation, as if he had expected it all along.

Fiameta frowned: "Logically, Qi Yan should indeed be there, but the Pope said..."

“I know, I know. We can only engage in small-scale skirmishes and cannot participate in the main battlefield, as it would negatively impact Lateran’s diplomacy,” Mostima said, mimicking the Pope’s tone. “The task of supervising Mostima is now entrusted to you, you fluffy bun.”

"I said no code names!"

The Angry Birds roared loudly.

Mostima covered his ears with both hands and said with a grin:

"Relax, relax, we're not going to the battlefield. The old friend in the Lock of Desolate Time just told me about a more interesting place. He said Qi Yan will definitely go there. Let's go first and turn the tables."

"Mastema..."

"Don't make noise, I'm driving."

"You know you're driving!" Fiameta's roar gradually turned into terror. "Your hands are off the steering wheel!"

"Oh, I forgot."

The SUV's wheels struck a rock the size of a human head, and the vehicle immediately began to shake violently.

Amid Fiameta's screams, the poor SUV, leaving behind some unidentified parts, wobbled away into the distance.

Chapter 702 Kitten Egg Roll: Oh no, it's coming for me!

Inside the Windermere high-speed warship, a group of people sat down in the conference room, their expressions solemn.

No one dared to underestimate the war that was about to begin, which was the Demon King of the Sarkaz race. Moreover, the Shards were poised to strike at any moment, and a cataclysmic event could strike them in the face at any time.

"Report the intelligence we have now."

Windermere turned to his trusted aide and gave orders.

The confidant nodded in agreement, stepped forward, and glanced at the many faces in the conference room.

Most of them were her familiar colleagues, belonging to Windermere's staff, and there were also two unfamiliar faces, namely the Doctor and Qi Yan.

"The airship is now approaching Silverstone Cliff, the closest pass to Lentinium. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once the airship successfully passes through, no one will be able to stop the Demon King."

The confidant's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly: "Iron Duke Wellington is currently facing off against the Sarkaz's army of scavengers near Silverstone Cliff. We have received information that while Wellington's main force is holding off the enemy, he has also dispatched a fleet of warships toward the airship."

In addition, the Duke of Caesar's fleet was flanking the battlefield, followed by the forces of several other dukes.

"What about the Sarkaz's movements?" one of the staff members asked.

The confidant continued, "The King of Carrion has not yet shown himself, but the dark clouds in the sky are indeed showing signs of gathering. The messengers of the Cataclysm are doing their best to calculate, and the predicted results are not optimistic."

Meanwhile, a company of the Duke of Wellington vanished on the edge of the battlefield, failing to transmit any intelligence or even leave behind any bodies.

The staff officers' expressions immediately darkened.

They all understood what this intelligence meant.

The Sarkaz's team, tasked with supporting the Demon King, has entered the battlefield and is quite powerful, capable of easily taking down a hundred-strong force. Once they appear on the front lines, they will unleash unimaginable destructive power.

Windermere placed his hand on the table, tapped his index finger twice, and locked onto the doctor's figure with his one eye.

Noticing Windermere's gaze, the Doctor coughed lightly and spoke first:

"That Sarkaz support team is truly outrageous. According to this white-haired dog, it includes two Royal Lords, the Blood Lord and the Shapeshifter. They would be devastating anywhere they appear."

“And then there’s the Sarkaz Demon Lord, who is our target,” Windermir added personally.

"And there's also the Carrion King who can rush out from Silverstone Cliff at any time," Qi Yan added, not wanting to be left behind.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became somewhat somber after these three speeches.

Currently, almost all of Sarkaz's top combat power is present, while their own side is a hastily assembled force of dukes.

I thought we were going to besiege the Sarkaz Demon King, but how did it suddenly turn into a direct confrontation with the Sarkaz's peak power?

Windermere stared intently at the Doctor:

"Did you keep this news a secret for too long?"

"This is a good thing, isn't it?" the doctor said calmly. "The Sarkaz have mobilized all their high-end combat forces, but that's all they have. The squad responsible for the surprise attack is destined to be small in size to ensure efficient movement."

"War is all about intelligence. What if I release all the intelligence I have beforehand, and the Sarkaz withdraw those royal rulers?"