Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"...Black!"

The host was stunned for a moment, then decisively dropped the microphone, jumped off the stage, joined the black-clad group, and started cheering.

Aizel, who was pushing a high-powered speaker, was dumbfounded. He had come to help the host, but no matter how fast he rushed, he still couldn't catch up with the host being possessed by the will of the entertainer.

In the chaos, Remianne grabbed Qi Yan by the collar, shook him violently, and shouted:

"White pantyhose are both pretty and clean, do you even understand that?"

Qi Yan grabbed the handle of Remian's wheelchair with his backhand and suddenly exerted force, making Remian start spinning in place.

With her long pink hair flowing and Raemuan's exclamation, she bloomed like a flower before Qi Yan.

"You traitor! You said you were here to help me!" Qi Yan kept accelerating the wheelchair. "And you not only betrayed me, you also betrayed your sister! Don't forget what color Exusiai wears!"

"Ahhh... I'm sorry... Ahhh, faster!"

Remienne screamed out words of wolves and tigers.

Qi Yan paused involuntarily.

As a result, the unexpected happened just like that.

The rapidly spinning wheelchair was pulled out of Qi Yan's hands and spun towards the edge of the stage.

In the center of the stage, two birds, drowned out by the shouts, stood helplessly. Upon discovering this scene, even though the two had lost the ability to think, their bodies moved faster than their minds, and they rushed towards Remian.

But in the crowd, there was a figure that was faster than the two birds.

A slender hand firmly grasped Remien's wheelchair, supporting her as she stood steadily at the edge of the stage.

This sudden accident also calmed down the excited crowd. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Remy was rescued.

"A bunch of idiots! If you ask me, you're all amateurs!"

Just then, the mysterious man who had supported Remian, wearing a cloak, with a voice, build, and demeanor similar to Mostima, spoke arrogantly.

On a quiet stage, the 'mysterious man's' voice steadily resonated throughout the venue.

Remi'an sat back in her chair, tilting her head back. A strand of her messy hair was tucked into the corner of her mouth, giving her a more alluring look.

"So, you know a lot about this?" Remy Ann chuckled.

The 'mysterious man,' who looked very much like Mostima, gave himself a thumbs-up, his tone still arrogant:

"When it comes to Liboli appreciation, you all have to step aside, because you have no idea that besides black and white, there is another absolutely unsolvable faction... bare legs!"

Having said that, the 'mysterious man' who resembled Mostima gave no one a chance to refute him and declared loudly:

"The so-called black and white are just means to borrow external things. Only bare legs are the true return to simplicity and the great way is the simplest!"

Imagine this: in the pitch-black night, by a campfire, a Liberi with brilliant red feathers is facing away from you, its legs slightly curled up, peacefully sleeping while hugging itself.

The firelight shone on her plump legs, as if shrouding them in a sacred glow. Every change in the light and shadow, every unconscious kick of her legs, her long tail feathers spread out beside her legs like a light veil adorning the world's delicacies.

I ask you, who among you can resist? I certainly can't! I'd love to pounce on her and lick her bones until they break!

Remien let out a meaningful sigh.

Qi Yan jogged over, grabbed the handle of Remian's wheelchair, and hurriedly said:

"What are you still hesitating for? Run!"

Remien remained silent, desperately helping to push the wheels.

The mysterious figure, who looked very much like Mostima, saw the two fleeing in disarray and said smugly:

"Knowing you're doomed to lose, are you planning to desert?"

Qi Yan turned around and said, "It's hard to say whether we lost or not, but you're definitely doomed, Mostima."

Mostima: ?

She suddenly realized what was happening and her head almost flew out of focus as she looked behind her.

Behind the crowd, a red flash soared high into the air, its magnificent red feathers fluttering in the wind, making its owner appear as if it were truly a phoenix engulfed in flames, or perhaps...

Like a red Angry Bird launched by a slingshot!

Fiameta's face flushed red, her eyes filled with anger. She raised the musket as if it were a fire poker and swung it at Mostima, who couldn't dodge in time.

As expected, Mostima screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"No wonder you always run behind me when I sleep!"

Fiameta pointed at Mostima on the ground and said angrily, "I naively thought you were protecting me, but it turns out you're just like Qi Yan!"

Qi Yan, who had already taken cover but was still accidentally injured, immediately shouted that she was innocent:

"How could I be as twisted as Xiao Mo? If it were me, I would choose the positive side!"

"Shut up, too!"

Fiameta's anger flared even higher, and he swung the musket in his hand like a club.

The gun whirled through the air and struck Remi's head with pinpoint accuracy.

"I didn't do anything!"

She caught the falling gun with one hand and covered her forehead with the other, crying out that she was innocent.

“Um…” Fiameta stammered awkwardly, “I was so angry with these two that I subconsciously categorized you as one of them.”

Remi's face tightened, and she feigned anger, saying:

"How could you think of me like that? If you were mine, I would definitely hold you in my arms, whether it's from the front or the back, I would want you!"

Fiameta: "..."

Qi Yan leaned out from behind the wheelchair and exclaimed:

"Why bother? This constant arguing only ruins our harmony and makes outsiders think we're missing a bird."

If you ask me, one for each person, nobody will lack one.

Before Fiamet could react, he raised his arms and shouted to the crowd watching the spectacle:

"Don't you all agree? The one thing we Laterano has in abundance is birds!"

Amid a chorus of "Ah!", the Sarkaz cheered in unison.

"Teacher Qi Yan is right!"

"As expected of Teacher Qi Yan, he easily uttered profound insights that we couldn't even begin to express!"

"Teacher Qi Yan, why don't you stay in Laterano? We need your guidance!"

They raised their hands in unison, welcoming the cheers of the many believers.

In a forgotten corner, Mostima crawled cautiously in the shadows, trying to escape the scene.

But the next second, the wheelchair rolled to her side, and Fiameta's musket was held by Remienne, the muzzle pressed against Mostima's buttocks.

"You've offended the Pope and you still want to escape?"

Remien smiled and said, "Since you couldn't resist having fun on your own, why not stay a little longer? I believe the Pope and Qi Yan will be very happy."

Chapter 983 Fiameta Seeks Revenge

Mostima sat in the dimly lit room, the table in front of him was clean, with only a form and a desk lamp on it.

Outside, the lively sounds of the Liboli beauty pageant continued.

Qi Yan didn't come to the room to join in the fun; instead, she chose to stay on stage and continue serving as a judge.

Without Remi'an's restraint, the other judges on stage dared not contradict Qi Yan, and the entire beauty pageant completely turned into Qi Yan's selection of concubines.

Mostima listened to Qi Yan's arrogant laughter outside, and felt so jealous that her heart was filled with sourness.

"Now that things have come to this, how dare you still have such wild thoughts!"

Remien slammed her hand on the table and said authoritatively, "Now it's time for your interrogation. How you are punished depends on your performance!"

"I regret it, I just regret it so much."

Mostima sat in the chair and obediently began to repent.

Fiameta stood to the side with his arms crossed and his back against the wall. Seeing Mostima's appearance, he couldn't help but let out a light, satisfied snort.

But she never dreamed that her words would backfire so badly.

Remien turned her head to look, pointing to the red swelling on her forehead, and said indignantly:

"You sit down too, I'll interrogate you as well!"

Fiameta: "..."

Seeing the wound on Remi's forehead, she remained silent for a moment and chose to comply, hoping to appease this old lady as soon as possible.

"Name!" Remy An asked.

“...Fiameta.”

“She’s the Watcher of the Glimmer now,” Mostima chimed in.

Fiameta roared, "Don't call me by my codename! I'm not the Night Watchman of the Glimmer!"

"Okay, not the Night Watchman of the Glimmer."

Remi quickly filled in 'Not a Glimmer Watcher' in the name column of the form.

"Isn't this Mostima's interrogation? Why are you bullying me again?" Fiameta cried out in protest.

Remien realized what was happening and looked at Mostima again.

Mostima pulled a crumpled document from his pocket and confidently handed it to Remian.

"Rhodes Island cooperative operator labor contract? What does that mean?" Remian asked, puzzled.

“The meaning is simple. I had long anticipated that my trip back to Laterano would be extremely risky.” Mostima grinned like a crooked dragon king. “So I made a special trip to Rhodes Island and obtained this six-star operator contract. Now I’m a member of the Rhodes Island delegation!”

I, Mostima, a six-star caster operator from Rhodes Island, possess diplomatic immunity within Laterano!

Remien stared at the contract in front of her and fell silent.

Just as Mostima was feeling smug and the demon tails behind him started to stand up, Remian suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mostima: ?

"Xiao Mo, are you sure you want to play these paper tricks on a clerical worker like me?"

Remian gently smoothed out the wrinkles in the contract and said softly, "I have no fewer than ten ways to eliminate the immunity you mentioned. To put it bluntly, Rhodes Island is an absolutely neutral foreign organization that does not participate in any political activities."

Rhode Island's participation in the World Summit is a demonstration, not a participation, and therefore it has nothing to do with the diplomatic power you mentioned.

Who would believe such a thing?

"Whether you believe it or not is not important. Whether Rhodes Island is actually just a witness or also participates in the discussion is equally unimportant."

Remian smiled gently, but her expression was more Sarkaz-like than a Sarkaz's: "The important thing is that I believe the people of Rhodes Island would be very happy to see you being rewarded handsomely by Laterano."

Mostima: "..."

Faced with Remian's smiling but ruthless demeanor, Mostima immediately wilted:

"Good sister, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. If the Pope catches me, who knows how he will reward me?"

“I’ve seen the outcome of your case, and believe me, it was all for your own good,” Remian affirmed.

Mostima's pretty face scrunched up completely.

Seeing her in pain, Fiameta smiled with satisfaction.

"Remien, well done!" Fiameta said cheerfully. "I'll leave Mostima under your supervision for now. I need to go and deal with some things with Qi Yan. I'll try to get back before Mostima's formal trial."

"So rushed... is it about Andorn?"

As her best friend, Remy quickly figured out what the little bird was thinking.

Fiameta didn't hide anything and nodded, saying:

"Qi Yan said he would appear in Laterano during the World Summit. This time, I will absolutely not let him escape!"

Remienne's smile gradually faded.

She stared into Fiametta's eyes and said earnestly, "You really don't need to keep yourself trapped in that day. I've already let it go."