Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"I know about His Highness... ah?"

The commander's prepared explanations were rendered useless, as Vina's straightforward answer kicked him straight into the mental Liberian homeland.

The blood-stained national sword was thrown into the commander's hands. He caught it instinctively and was stunned for a long time.

After bestowing the breath of the kings upon her, Vina looked at Godotdin again:

"Now it's your turn. Speak your mind, Godotin."

Gao Duoting remained silent.

He found himself successfully swayed by Vina's seemingly nonsensical but actually purposeful words.

Making demands would mean losing the initiative, while not making demands would confirm the charges Vina had leveled against them.

Gao Duoting's chubby face was a little tense, and his already small eyes narrowed into two thin slits.

He couldn't help but begin to suspect that these rhetoric techniques were all taught to Vina by that Rhodes Island doctor. At this moment, he was not facing Vina, but the doctor's will.

Horn and the others exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat strange.

As insiders, Horn and the others knew perfectly well that this wasn't the rhetoric the doctor had taught Vina; it was clearly a witty banter technique that Vina had secretly learned from Qi Yan!

Apart from the bewildered commander, everyone present was waiting for Godotin to speak.

Vina knew that if Godottin spoke at this moment, he would reveal his deepest desires.

The sounds of fighting echoed across the battlefield, but this small area was eerily silent.

After a long pause, Gao Duoting let out a soft breath and said to Vina:

"I hope that the Victoria Council can get His Highness's support, and if possible, I also hope that the Council can get the support of the Exemplary Army."

Chapter 778 Vina's Imperial Mindset

Despite both being the result of a joint effort, the roles were completely reversed within just a few minutes of dialogue.

Vina remained calm, showing no sign of relief.

She turned to the bewildered commander and spoke first:

"I have granted your request; now you should go and complete your task."

"Wha...what?"

"Lead the way."

The commander suddenly felt that the Breath of Kings in his hand was a little too hot.

He wanted to propose a joint operation with Vina's Exemplary Army, but seeing Godottin standing nearby, he didn't dare to say it.

Otherwise, Godottin's actions would have been enough to put Caesar on the execution platform for defying imperial authority.

Why did things turn out this way?

According to the commander's plan, he and Godottin should have divided up Vina's tiny team, with one obtaining the Breath of the Kings to report back, and the other gaining the Crown Prince's support to loudly proclaim the legitimacy of the council.

Now that the Kings' Breed is in hand, the Crown Prince has also joined the Council.

But how did things turn out that the two of them started working for the prince in front of them?

The commander couldn't understand it.

Some people don't want him to come to this realization.

Gao Duoting stepped forward, quickly assuming his current status and position, and gave the order on behalf of Vina:

"What are you still standing here for? Is this how Castle manages his men?"

"His Highness has already bestowed upon you the power of the kings; why do you not return and, in His Highness's name, crush the enemy army and display the might of Victoria?"

The commander wanted to yell at someone, but didn't dare.

Gao Duoting ignored him and took the initiative to give orders to his own men:

"Escort His Highness onto the warship!"

Seeing that Gao Duoting was even trying to seize control of the warship with just a few words, the commander immediately panicked and shouted:

"Guards, escort His Highness and Duke Godotin onto the ship!"

Once the team's goals were aligned to an unprecedented degree, everything fell into place.

Vina led the Exemplary Army to successfully land on the warship and rested and recuperated with supplies from Godottin.

Vina stood alone at a window in the warship's corridor, watching the rapidly receding battlefield and the Sarkaz outside, and muttered to herself:

"If Qi Yan and the doctor were here, they might be able to do better than me."

"I don't have your skills."

Qi Yan's voice came from behind Vina.

But Vina didn't hear a thing and kept staring out the window.

Qi Yan was not surprised at all, and smiled as he sighed:

"Vina is really starting to show some signs of forming alliances and strategies now, quite the qualities of an emperor. Will she eventually develop her own version of Victoria's imperial tactics?"

"If you keep walking forward, you'll see it soon, won't you?"

The voice of a giant beast appeared beside him.

Qi Yan shook his head: "I won't keep following her. It's enough to know that she's okay."

The behemoth warned, "You need an anchor point, or you'll eventually get lost in time."

"Hilarious! I'm Rupert, do you think I'd get lost?"

Qi Yan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and turned to leave.

A strand of black hair on his forehead swayed gently as he turned around.

Vina seemed to suddenly realize something and turned around in surprise.

But she was all alone in the empty corridor.

Kester stood in front of a table piled with intelligence documents, his fingers resting on the surface, unconsciously tapping the table with his index finger.

Waiting for definite news to come back.

When the gray-hatted man rushed in, Curst abruptly stopped tapping his fingers.

"Duke, the news from Londinium has been confirmed."

The man in the grey top hat said solemnly, "Whether Qi Yan is completely dead remains to be verified, but his body was indeed sealed in an ice coffin by a blue-haired Sarkaz. At this moment, that Sarkaz is tracking Theresis's footsteps and heading towards Silverstone Cliff."

“Sarkata?” Kester was a little confused.

"To be precise, he is a fallen Sarkaz with Sarkaz characteristics," the grey-hatted man reported in detail.

"...There are rumors that these two races share a common origin, and the situation is becoming increasingly bizarre."

Kester rubbed her temples, realizing she had to make some decisions.

But the report from the man in the grey top hat was not over yet.

"Duke, the informant who sent the message from Londinium has brought back another piece of news."

The grey-hatted man’s tone became uncontrollably strange: “A sizable force has appeared like ghosts on the border of Londinium and is loudly proclaiming its Victorian affiliation.”

"What do you mean?"

"That ghost team is preparing to attack the Kazdel nursing home, which is far from the battlefield, in the name of Victoria."

"Sure enough, it's here."

Kester wasn’t particularly surprised: “Immediately question the other factions, showing that we have nothing to do with this team… It’s appropriate to suspect Wellington, saying that he deliberately sabotaged battlefield communications in order to carry out this plan.”

Now that he's chosen Tara, all attempts to overthrow Victoria can be blamed on him—he has no choice but to bear the responsibility!

The man in the grey top hat nodded in agreement, but did not leave. Instead, he continued his report:

"Duke, I think you need to personally assess whether we should intervene, given the reasons behind that ghostly army's attack."

"Why get involved?" Kester frowned. "Regardless of whether Qi Yan has had an accident or not, we shouldn't rush into this kind of thing."

"But the reasons given by that ghost team are enough to ignite a conflict between Victoria and Yan."

The man in the grey top hat said in a deep voice, “They are spreading rumors that the nursing home is harboring members of the Yan royal family and that they are planning to join forces with the Sarkaz to overthrow Victoria. The seriousness of the matter is that they are not lying.”

The unification movement that joined the nursing home was led by Talulah, a half-drak, a mix of Victorian red dragon blood and Yan Kingdom royal dragon blood!

Kester: "..."

The moment she fell silent, the battlefield communications, which had been disrupted by Wellington, were restored.

A single communication link connects all warships on the battlefield.

Wellington's voice came from within: "Who among you is responsible for that ghostly force?"

Castle decisively picked up the communicator and said, "Wellington, if you have any demands, we can discuss them slowly at the negotiating table after the war. Why make Victoria offend Qi Yan?"

Seeing that Castle was taking the initiative to confront Wellington, the other dukes decided to pretend to be mute and listen in.

Wellington's solemn voice came through the communicator:

"Your attitude is not important. I'm restoring communications only to inform you of one thing."

Tara only cared about Princess Abrahana's attitude, and now, our princess has given the order: I will lead the fleet to break through the Sarkaz army and go to support Qi Yan's territory.

Castells never dreamed Wellington would go to such lengths.

But in an instant, Castle realized Wellington’s true intentions.

“Wellington, you…”

Before Curst could finish speaking, Wellington cut off the communication again.

Kester's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Duke, what's wrong?" the grey-hatted man asked with concern.

“Wellington has already gone all out,” Kester said in a deep voice. “If he manages to break out before Theresis and that Sarkaz arrive, he can not only support the hybrid red dragon, but also leave us to face the Sarkaz army.”

Theresis and the Carrion King are already enough of a headache for us, but if we add that mysterious Sarkaz to the mix, we... are doomed.

"The Sarkaz army is not so easily defeated. He is clearly courting death."

The man in the grey top hat was somewhat incredulous: "Moreover, Qi Yan's life or death is still unknown. Why would Wellington bet everything on Qi Yan?"

Kester closed his eyes and sighed:

"This is Wellington's boldness. The red dragon represents Tara. Wellington's bet is not on Qi Yan, but on Tara!"

He was making his stance clear to all factions in the region: Tara would be completely severing ties with Victoria!

Chapter 779 The one who shows their cards can never beat the one who flips the table.

Qi Yan squatted on the table in front of Kester, looking like he was listening attentively to a lecture.

Even if you don't understand, just nod and pretend you do!

Unfortunately, Caster couldn't see Qi Yan at all. After a moment's hesitation, she gave the instruction to the man in the grey top hat:

"We can't wait any longer. Order the entire army to press forward. We don't need to force the Sarkaz army back, but we must ensure that if Wellington's charge fails, we can immediately take advantage of his weakness and launch a head-on attack."

Now that Wellington has laid his cards on the table, there's no need for us to show each other any mercy.

The man in the grey top hat quickly agreed and turned to relay the instructions.

Qi Yan squatted on the table, stroked his chin, and chuckled:

"Kester is going to suffer a big loss."

"You can actually understand the current situation?" The behemoth was somewhat surprised.

"I don't understand it," Qi Yan said frankly.

“But I’ve already seen the future.” Qi Yan revealed a mysterious smile. “Wellington isn’t just laying his cards on the table now, he’s preparing to overturn it. Curst thought she was cautious enough, but she didn’t expect that her caution would become Wellington’s opportunity to retaliate.”

In this war, at least on the Duke's side, the initiative has been completely seized by Wellington.

The behemoth was somewhat bewildered: "Weren't you with me? We haven't even moved forward yet. When did you secretly go to look at the future?"