Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Manfred finally stopped suppressing his feelings and spoke his most sincere thoughts.

“Yes,” Therese said calmly.

Before Manfred could even show a hint of delight, he continued:

"But this is your choice, it has nothing to do with me. I will continue to carry out my plan, and I will clear all obstacles for you and for the future of Sarkaz."

Manfred, if you are able to finally stand before me and defeat me, then I will do as you wish and step down to assist you in leading the Sarkaz forward.

I look forward to that day, my students.

Manfred's breathing was a little erratic; he didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

Excitement? Confusion? Anticipation? Or perhaps... fear?

Therese turned and headed towards the stairs of The Shard, saying without looking back:

"You should continue to act on your goals."

"……Yes."

Manfred responded, but did nothing.

As if unaware that her student was still standing there as punishment, Tracy walked away step by step until she was completely out of Manfred's sight.

After standing silently for a long time, Manfred finally made a move again.

He looked up.

From inside the Shard, he could only see a large number of complex architectural structures and Originium circuits, but his vision seemed to penetrate through many barriers and see the layers of dark clouds surrounding the Shard in the sky above Londinium.

"The original Originium, what can you bring to the Sarkaz, what can you bring to this land?"

Manfred chuckled softly, muttering to himself with a hint of sarcasm, "Since it's all a gamble, let me bet everything on Qi Yan. At least compared to that Originium buried in history waiting to be unearthed, Qi Yan is right in front of me."

He resolutely turned around and walked out of the Shard.

Once on the street, Manfred waved down a Sarkaz patrol squad and asked:

"When I was captured, I left a message instructing you to keep the steam-powered mech in an attic of the Duke of Cumberland safe. Where is it now?"

(I got home late today, so there's one more chapter to go, which will probably be a little late.)

Chapter 759 Sarkaz and Flowers

Shovel stood at the very front of the Sarkaz team, his feelings a mix of emotions.

Why did things turn out this way?

Whether we successfully hold off Rhodes Island's forces for His Highness or wait for the altar to activate, it doesn't matter.

It was clearly double good news, and we should have already seen the dawn of victory.

However, why did it turn out this way?

In the blink of an eye, His Highness was surrounded by a Rhodes Island team and walked down from the altar. Then, the altar was destroyed by another Sarkaz 'Demon Lord' with a wave of his hand. Finally, His Highness even summoned all the Sarkaz and announced that the Sarkaz had lost this battle.

Why? Why is Your Highness so natural and skilled? What has she been through?

Shovel seemed somewhat dazed.

He had considered leading his men to attack the Rhodes Island forces in order to help His Highness escape.

But when he saw His Highness talking naturally with the people from Rhodes Island, as if they were old friends reunited, with even a faint smile on his face, he knew that everything was over.

We were ready to fight to the death, why did Your Highness surrender first?

Shovel was filled with a mixture of grief, anger, and frustration.

Kroos walked up to the Sarkaz and, acting as the Doctor's messenger, announced:

"Don't worry, everyone. Rhodes Island will not mistreat prisoners. Now that you have surrendered your weapons, we will not continue to harm you."

All you need to do now is obediently accept the transfer; Rhodes Island guarantees to send you back to Lontinem.

"You're not going to kill us?" Shovel asked, somewhat surprised.

"Will killing you yield gold coins?" Kroos asked rhetorically.

Shovel subconsciously touched his pocket, where he found a few coins, all the money he had left.

"It actually drops gold coins?!"

Hilton's eyes lit up.

Shovel clenched his teeth, decisively pulled out all his coins, and offered them with both hands:

"We are willing to be deported back to Lontinem and will not resist in the slightest!"

Kroos accepted the money offered to her with a smile, not minding that it was too little.

Then she explained with a smile:

"It's no use resisting. We're going to use the power of that giant beast to throw you out."

"……I see."

Shovel sighed inwardly, resigned to his fate.

As the two were talking, a petite figure holding a bouquet of flowers approached them hesitantly.

"How did you come?"

When Shovel saw Magdahl, he was quite surprised.

Magdahl bit her lip and handed the bouquet of flowers to the shovel:

"I've delivered the flowers you ordered from me."

Faced with the beautiful rose before him, Qiaozi didn't reach out to take it. Instead, his voice was cold, and he deliberately raised his voice:

"Get out of here! Don't come near me! You're a Victorian, and the Sarkaz won't tolerate your insults!"

Magdahl had never seen Shovel act this way before, and it was the first time she had heard him utter such hurtful words. Her pretty face was filled with a look of utter bewilderment.

Kroos glanced at the procession of townspeople not far away out of the corner of her eye, and understood what was going on.

She suddenly reached out to Magdalene's bouquet of flowers and smiled:

"Why bother giving it to him? Since you're just sending flowers to the Sarkaz anyway, you might as well give them to me, the Sarkaz who saved your town."

Hearing Kroos's words of help, Magdal finally understood.

But just as Kroos's fingers touched the bouquet, she suddenly moved it away, leaving Kroos grasping at nothing.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kroos."

Magdale said apologetically, "I will prepare a more magnificent bouquet for you as a reward for saving the town, but this bouquet belongs to the shovel."

“Miss Kroos, Shovel likes this bouquet.”

Magdall did not give Kroos a chance to speak, firmly expressing his determination.

She then handed the bouquet to the shovel again.

This time, the shovel raised his hand and slammed the bouquet to the ground.

Delicate red petals scattered and danced in front of the shovel.

"I said, get out!"

His voice was even colder, carrying a chilling murderous intent.

Magdar stared blankly as the petals drifted slowly to the ground, staining the gray soil with delicate specks. Suddenly, she knelt down and picked up the petals one by one.

Then, holding the petals in her hands, she looked at the shovel again and calmly said:

"When you told me about that gap, you didn't think about what impact it would have on you if I were exposed."

So right now, I don't want to think about what impact contact with you might have on me.

"This shovel is just a gift from me, in the name of friendship. It has nothing to do with Victoria, nor with the Sarkaz."

Shovel looked at the pair of fair hands in front of him, with delicate red petals lying quietly inside. The petals, having lost their sepals, became even more pitiful.

"What's the point?"

Shovel chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps when I return to Lentinium, I'll be immediately sent to Silverstone Cliff to join the war, and then die there."

We will never meet again; my remaining life may even be shorter than these withered petals that have lost their calyxes.

“So will you stop liking flowers because of this?” Magdahl asked.

The shovel fell silent.

After a while, he finally raised his hand again. This time, instead of slapping it violently, he gently and slowly reached out to the petals.

But suddenly a dog's paw darted in, snatching the petals from Magdale's hand before the shovel could reach them, and even grabbing a handful from Magdale's little hand.

Magdahl was startled and withdrew his hands as if he had been electrocuted.

"Oh dear, all those beautiful flowers have been ruined. Shovel, you deserve to die!"

Qi Yan grabbed the petals, looking reproachful, and casually picked up a petal and stuffed it into his mouth.

The shovel was dumbfounded: "You know me?"

Qi Yan chewed on a flower petal, saying nonchalantly:

"I know everything!"

Kal'tsit, who was talking to the Doctor not far away, suddenly sneezed.

At the same time, Qi Yan received a slap on the back of the head.

Qi Lin's face was frosty as she scolded, "Don't pick up things from the ground to eat."

Qi Yan quickly spat out the petals with an embarrassed smile, and at the same time held the remaining petals in front of Qi Lin with both hands, pleading:

"Hey sis, can you help me restore this bouquet?"

Qi Lin accepted the petals without asking any questions when her older brother begged her. At the same time, she waved her hand and summoned a wisp of cold wind to lift the calyx on the ground.

With a clasp of hands, the bouquet of flowers, which had been encased in ice crystals, was restored to its original form.

Qi Yan happily took the Frozen Rose, put it in his mouth, and smugly approached Magdalena:

"Oh, beautiful girl, please accept this bouquet of flowers that will never fade... and then give it back to the person you wish to deliver it to."

May your friendship transcend the shackles of worldly constraints. Regret doesn't make the story more beautiful; leaving no regrets is the only true beauty of this land.

Magdahl accepted the frozen rose in a daze.

The roses emitted a cool, refreshing scent, but she didn't feel any chill; instead, she felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

"Shovel, these are your flowers, I've delivered them to you."

The bouquet was handed back to the shovel.

"Wait a moment."

Just as he was about to reach for the shovel again, a gentle voice interrupted him once more.

Theresa walked slowly over and reached out to take the frozen rose.

She smiled faintly at Qi Yan and said softly:

"You're right. Regret doesn't make a story more beautiful; leaving no regrets is the only beauty of this land."

As she spoke, she wrapped the frozen rose in her hands, and a faint white light emanated from her palms.

When Theresa opened her hands again, a rose that had been completely restored appeared in everyone's sight.

The gentle demon king returned the rose to Magdalene, his eyes filled with encouragement.

At this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to this place.

The two, who had suddenly become the center of attention, became uncontrollably nervous.

Magdahl even stuttered a little when he spoke:

"Shovel, shovel, you, your flowers."

"Thank you...thank you."

Even the shovel started to speak incoherently.