Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Just kidding, we didn't do that."

The shapeshifter waved to Kal'tsit to reassure her: "Actually, when it really comes down to it, we won't let you down."

Don't forget, the plan to keep Miss Skadi away from Agor was devised by us.

"Only you guys could come up with the idea of ​​using a mission as an excuse to send an Agor to the Sami Snowfield."

Even now, when Kal'tsit recalls that terrible idea, she can't help but feel an urge to sigh.

The shapeshifter said confidently, "Tell me about safety. It's not like Miss Skadi can just head all the way north and then suddenly reappear in the south."

"Probably... not."

For some reason, Kal'tsit felt a little uneasy.

Her worries didn't last long, as a composed elderly gentleman in a black court uniform walked into the coffee shop.

The old man went straight to Kal'tsit's seat, took off his black top hat to greet her, and his white-haired, aged face was fully revealed to Kal'tsit.

"Mr. Carmen, please have a seat." Kal'tsit put away her joking attitude and politely invited him to sit down.

After Carmen sat down, she carefully examined Kal'tsit, as if trying to confirm something.

"What's wrong?" Kal'tsit asked, puzzled.

"I want to confirm that the lady in front of me is indeed Lady Kal'tsit."

Carmen's explanation only plunged Kal'tsit into deeper confusion.

Seeing that Kal'tsit's expression didn't seem feigned, Carmen seemed relieved and said:

“These days, many ‘Ms. Kal’tsit’ have suddenly appeared all over Iberia, and it is difficult to tell the real from the fake.”

This has led to prisons across Iberia being nearly overcrowded… Oh, of course, we only detain people after confirming they are imposters; the court has no ill intentions towards you, Ms. Kal'tsit.”

Kelsey: “…”

The shapeshifter winked and made faces at the side, silently taking credit, seemingly very proud of his plan to fill the Iberian prison to the point that there was no room left for Kal'tsit.

“Mr. Carmen, I have come here today to discuss important matters.”

Kal'tsit ignored the shapeshifter's actions and chose to skip this ambiguous topic.

“Okay,” Carmen readily agreed.

"How much does Mr. Carmen know about the Deepsea Hunters and the trapped Agor?" Kal'tsit asked.

Carmen thought for a moment and gave her answer:

"Because of some reasons back then, Iberia is not very welcoming to Deepsea Hunters nowadays. I think Ms. Kal'tsit brought up this topic because she was referring to the Rhodes Island operator who was taken hostage."

According to our court's investigation, Rhodes Island can temporarily lower its guard. The person who kidnapped your operator is also a Deepsea Hunter; there is no risk of them posing a life-or-death threat to each other.

“Ms. Outcast is in charge of following up on this matter, and I have a lot of confidence in her abilities.”

"……Um."

Carmen understood what Kal'tsit meant.

“It seems that Lady Kal’tsit’s personal trip to Iberia was not solely for the purpose of the Deep Sea Hunters. Let’s be frank,” Carmen decided to speak frankly.

Kal'tsit nodded and said directly, "I came here for Hai Si."

Skadi, expressionless, carried her greatsword on her back and walked step by step across the thin layer of snow.

After some twists and turns, she finally arrived at the mission location, the border of the Sami Snowfield.

"Looking for an operator heading to Sami, Surtr... What's your contact information?"

Skadi looked at the mission briefing on her terminal, which consisted of only one sentence, and felt that the briefing was a bit too simplistic.

But compared to this simple briefing, Skadi's way of thinking is even simpler:

"Just find it, there's no time limit for the task anyway."

She took a step and stepped directly into the wind and snow before her.

The dry, cold air enveloped Skadi, and her indifferent expression finally showed a slight change as her brows furrowed slightly.

As an Agorian, she disliked the dry, cold environment.

After stretching her body, Skadi tightened her collar to suppress the discomfort and continued forward.

Just when Skadi thought she was going to be alone for a long time, she saw a Sarkaz girl with long purple hair walking towards her.

"An outsider?" Typhon asked, somewhat surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Skadi sized up the Sarkaz girl in front of her.

The race matched, the gender matched, and the oversized weapon matched... only the hair color didn't match.

Skadi vaguely remembered the description the Doctor had given her of Surtr, who had long, fiery red hair.

After confirming that the other party was not the target, Skadi continued forward without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of paying attention to him, Typhon frowned and prepared to continue on his way.

But after walking only a few steps, Typhon couldn't help but turn back and kindly remind him:

"You're dressed so lightly and you're not carrying any supplies. It will be very difficult for you to survive in the snowfield."

Skadi stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, turned to look at Typhon, and after a brief moment of thought, nodded and said:

"Uh...it seems you're quite confident in your survival skills. I was just being nosy." Typhon chuckled, then turned and continued on his way.

Skadi opened her mouth.

She clearly meant, 'Please tell me survival skills, I would appreciate it,' so why did the other person misunderstand?

When we were on Rhodes Island, everyone could understand what I meant by that sentence, so why doesn't it work once we're outside?

The naive little orca, oblivious to its own ignorance, fell into deep thought.

Until a pair of black horns reappeared before her eyes.

Typhon, who had returned, looked at Skadi with curiosity and asked, "Is there anything else you need help with?"

Skadi's crazy brainstorming session: searching for techniques for communicating with people.

Then she managed to stammer out, "Looking for someone... thank you."

Typhon nodded, waiting for the other party to describe the characteristics or location of the person he was looking for.

However, the two stared at each other for a long time without Typhon getting any further word from Skadi.

Typhon: "...Where is the person you're looking for roughly located?"

"do not know."

"...Then what is she doing in Sami?"

"do not know."

"...What are your contact details?"

"do not know."

Typhon is in a bit of a mess.

"You must know who the other party is, right?" Typhon asked, clinging to his last hope.

“She’s my comrade, an operator from Rhodes Island.” Skadi answered smoothly this time.

Typhon paused for a moment, then his face lit up with joy:

"Are you from Rhodes Island?"

Skadi nodded.

“I can help you find someone, but can you tell me who the most special person on Rhodes Island is?” Typhon pressed on.

Skadi fell into deep thought again.

Seeing this, Typhon couldn't help but feel somewhat bewildered.

After a moment, Skadi gave a somewhat hesitant reply:

"There are too many special people on Rhodes Island, and many who are not human."

Typhon: ? ? ? ?

Is the working environment at Rhode Island really that bad? Are the relationships between colleagues so bad that they just start swearing at each other?

Skadi was completely unaware of the problem with her classifying gods as not being human, and eagerly awaited Typhon's continued questioning.

Typhon tried hard not to dwell on such irrelevant questions, scratching his head and saying:

"In short, he's the most, most, most special person, the kind whose face you can't see."

Skadi gave the answer without hesitation.

Typhon finally received a definite answer and immediately exclaimed excitedly:

"I can help you find your own companions, in exchange you have to take me to Rhodes Island to see that doctor."

Skadi readily agreed.

Chapter 875 Wei Yanwu's Complete Understanding of Qi Yan

The teacup touched the table with a soft sound.

The man stared absently at a powerful bow hanging in the corner of the room.

"Has Lord Wei set his sights on the weapons in my tent again?"

Inside the room, an elderly man dressed in a black and red official robe from the Yan Kingdom spoke in a deep voice, emphasizing the word "again".

Seeing that his actions had been misunderstood, Wei Yanwu shook his head repeatedly:

"How could that be? Brother Zuo, you jest. How could I, Wei Yanwu, be that kind of person?"

Upon hearing this, General Zuo Xuanliao, Marquis of Pingchong and General of Yumen City, struggled to control his temper and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I am old, but not so old that I can't remember things. Ten years ago, Lord Wei made a bet with me and won the famous sword I had just found. Five years ago, Lord Wei took away a bow that the Celestial Master's Mansion had given me after drinking."

Wei Yanwu wanted to feign guilt and embarrassment, but he couldn't control his expression. He could only pick up his teacup again and use the act of drinking tea to cover up the upturned corners of his mouth.

Zuo Xuanliao took a breath, then sighed helplessly:

"Never mind, it was just a joke. Longmen has been supplying Yumen with resources for many years, and this handover is currently underway, so it's only right that I give you a few gifts."

"That makes it sound like I'm abusing my power."

As Wei Yanwu said this, he had already gotten up and walked towards the powerful bow.

Zuo Xuanliao: "..."

Wei Yanwu took off his bow, casually tested the bowstring in his hand, and kindly reminded him:

"I'm leaving with Lungmen. Be prepared."

"So soon?" Zuo Xuanliao was somewhat surprised.

"It's not possible without a hurry."

The joy of getting something for nothing faded from Wei Yanwu's face, and he said bitterly, "If you don't leave now, I'll experience what you're going through now."

My current feelings... like being extorted, robbed, and having my favorite weapons stolen?

Or perhaps, what various troubles will Yumen encounter on its return to the capital?

After a moment of confusion, Zuo Xuanliao tentatively asked:

"The matter of the Grand Tutor returning to the capital?"

Wei Yanwu shook his head.

Zuo Xuanliao continued, "What about the matter of Grandmaster Chongyue leaving his post?"

Wei Yanwu continued to shake his head.

Seeing that Zuo Xuanliao was failing to get to the point, Wei Yanwu had no choice but to reveal the truth:

"With Qi Yan here, Yumen is about to descend into chaos."

“…From what I hear from the Grand Tutor, he has reached some kind of consensus with Qi Yan.” Zuo Xuanliao frowned. “Logically speaking, since the Grand Tutor has already placed his trust in Qi Yan, Yumen shouldn’t suffer too much of a calamity.”