Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"If an apology were enough, what would be the point of a gift?"

Upon hearing this familiar statement, Fiameta instinctively covered her bottom, protecting her tail feathers as she took two steps back.

Then she took a special look to confirm Biura's racial characteristics.

It's definitely film, there are absolutely no feathers.

Has Qi Yan fallen for someone else?

For a moment, Fiameta forgot about Andorn and began to think about this change that was so important to this land.

"Qi Yan, don't go too far. Believe me or not, I'll tell the old man that you're bullying me again." Biyura's patience was gradually reaching its limit.

"Heh heh, it seems you have no idea how serious things are."

Qi Yan turned to the side, propped her head up with one hand, and put the other hand on her hip, threatening in a strangely alluring and arrogant manner: "Believe it or not, I'll go back to the nursing home and do a striptease in front of a lot of believers, and destroy the virtual godhood you created in my image?"

Andorn: ? ?

The rest of the group: ? ? ?

"Seriously?! Are you out of your mind?!"

Biyura was so shocked that she stood up abruptly.

Qi Yan proudly raised his chin: "That's right, I have a mental illness, diagnosed by my younger sister herself!"

Biura: "..."

I regret it, I just feel incredibly regretful.

She never dreamed that a confirmed case of mental illness would become Qi Yan's most useful shield.

She should have clung to Qi Lin's leg to prevent the creation of that medical record.

After a brief struggle, Biyura was defeated.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want as compensation?" Biura emphasized. "No rudeness allowed!"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Qi Yan's eyes widened: "How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

"What innocence? You caught me by the tail in public and broke into my window in the middle of the night, and you still have this kind of thing to say?"

Qi Yan's face gradually flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he argued:

"I meant well, it can't be considered harassment, it's called... a beautiful misunderstanding... How can something so crazy be considered harassment?"

Just as he was racking his brains to come up with some classical Chinese phrases, Biyura waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright, arguing with you will only drag me down to the same moral level, and then I'll be defeated by you with an even lower standard. Just say what you want."

Qi Yan's eyes lit up, and he decisively pointed at Fiameta.

Following Qi Yan's gaze, Biyura hesitated:

"This girl is much more irritable than me; I'm afraid I won't be able to catch her."

"Who asked you to catch him!" Qi Yan pinched Biyura's smooth calf in anger. "You're not good at comforting people, you can even comfort that crazy Andorn, so help me comfort this little bird too."

"Okay, okay, I got it!"

Biura kicked away Qi Yan's dog paw and shamelessly walked towards Fiameta.

Chapter 1000 Blake: This feels so familiar, it's already starting to get red-hot.

Qi Yan had no idea how Biyura, this charlatan who could even fool Andorn, would manage to fool Fiameta, this little bird.

He watched as Biula persuaded Fiameta to step aside and whisper something to him with a few words.

While putting her arm around his shoulder, Biyura also made an 'OK' gesture behind her back.

Qi Yan felt a pang of emotion, patted Andorn's head beside him, and remarked:

"Look, this is real talent. And look at the bunch of monsters and demons you've gathered under your command."

The Sarkaz who traveled all the way to Laterano to set up a stall, the terminally ill Sarkaz wife, the reckless Liberi who only knows how to charge into trouble, and a radical activist who's constantly causing trouble.

Andorn: "..."

Seeing that Qi Yan had no intention of killing him, he pushed himself up from the ground.

The two sat side by side on the ground and started chatting in front of the others.

“Lord Qi Yan, there may be some misunderstanding. We do not intend to overthrow any private party organization.” Andon rubbed his still aching face. “We are just a group of people who are lost and seeking warmth together.”

Qi Yan pointed at the bewildered Patia and said:

“She, and all of you Pathfinders, can think that way, but you can’t.”

"I hope that Your Excellency Qi Yan can provide some answers."

"The people in your organization are gathered together because they follow you. You are the leader of the organization, but you are too lax in managing it."

Upon hearing this assessment, Andorn shook his head in denial:

“The Pathfinders is not my personal fiefdom. We are just a group of people sticking together for warmth. There is no concept of one person completely commanding the other.”

Qi Yan shook his head as well: "You're just escaping reality."

You can unite people with this philosophy, but you can't act with this attitude. I'm not telling you to become a king or a tyrant, but I want to remind you that if people are gathered together because of your philosophy, then you must shoulder the responsibility of leading them.

Even a teenage rabbit understands this, yet you, a grown man, are still naively spouting this whole "equality for all beings" nonsense.

"...So, in your heart, all beings are not equal?"

What Andorn really wanted to ask was whether Qi Yan also agreed with the fact that Lateran law selectively protects a certain group.

"Equality and fairness are not the same concept in my view."

"Appreciate further details."

"Equality is like this: at a dinner table, a three-year-old child, a young adult in their twenties or thirties, and an elderly person in their seventies or eighties are forced to eat two bowls of rice. The result is that the child and the elderly may not be able to finish their food, and the young adult may not have enough to eat."

Qi Yan spoke eloquently: "Fairness means that on the same table, the young and middle-aged eat more, while the children and the elderly eat less depending on their situation, so that everyone can get the result they are most satisfied with."

"Andorn, I have a good opinion of your ideals, but your management skills are terrible. If your followers were in my hands, Laterano would be in deep trouble."

“But… I haven’t done anything yet.” Andorn said, somewhat puzzled.

He had arranged for many people to mingle in the city, waiting for them to cause some commotion in the city to attract the attention of the cavalry when he went to the cathedral to confront the Pope.

Andorn didn't think his plan was particularly brilliant, but it didn't deserve such a high evaluation from Qi Yan.

Qi Yan glanced at him sideways, sensing his dissatisfaction.

"My eyes are on the future." Qi Yan had an arrogant expression that said, "I'm awesome, shut up." "I can already see the future where you let Patia and her group rush in recklessly."

Honestly, if the Pope weren't such a conciliatory old man, your men would have been dead several times over while you were arguing with him.

Andorn's face was bitter, but he was also somewhat curious:

"So, if it were you, what would you do?"

"I know your subordinates are a mixed bag, including people of all races. If I were to take over..."

Qi Yan smirked and immediately began to talk on paper: "First, have everyone put on cloaks, then have a few Sarkaz stand at the front of the group and pretend to give a speech. Have Sarkaz take a picture and send it to the notary office. This is the first step to attract external trouble."

Then, have Patia lead your Liberians in a protest march during the World Summit, chanting slogans like "Birds' lives are precious." This is the second step: ignite internal strife.

Finally, they assembled a pure foreign civilian army to storm the cathedral and, in front of envoys from various countries, requested Lateran's support for their homeland, where they had perished. This was the third step: to stir up public opinion.

As a result, internal and external troubles, rampant public opinion, and the subsequent efforts of Lateran to unite the nations have dealt a devastating blow, forcing the Pope to waste a great deal of manpower and energy dealing with each issue one by one.

Unfortunately, their search for external threats proved fruitless, and Lateran lacked the means to violently suppress internal problems. Furthermore, any public opinion that surfaced would be actively spread by unscrupulous individuals.

At this point, Qi Yan slammed his fist down, a wicked smile spreading across his face:

"But none of that is the point. The point is that this kind of unscrupulous work requires a scapegoat, and I believe that a radical like Oren, like Sakta, would be happy to take the blame."

Once you've completed these steps, you can step back and stand cleanly as an interrogator, confronting the distraught Pope. Before the debate even begins, you've already won half the battle!

Andorn: "..."

The others: "..."

Blake's emotions were the most complex among them.

The unscrupulous plans that Qi Yan spoke of were particularly suited to the national conditions of Colombia. Just listening to them, Blake automatically assumed the identity of the Pope and began to show signs of turning red.

Andorn's eye twitched, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"It's not that bad, it really isn't."

He felt that his betrayal of Laterano and his gathering of so many people dissatisfied with Laterano's laws were already unforgivable sins.

But after meeting Qi Yan today, he realized that he was actually so kind and law-abiding.

Qi Yan patted Andorn on the shoulder, revealing his true intentions:

"Why don't you join me from now on? You and Biyura will serve as my left and right protectors under Qi Yan. I will lead you to grow bigger and stronger and establish a new religion!"

Upon hearing this, Blake and the others, who had been somewhat lost in thought, instantly perked up.

Then came Qi Yan's inexplicable "picking up" segment.

Andorn remained silent.

He had to admit that he was attracted to her.

If he could gain Qi Yan's protection, he might not have to struggle with the injustices of Lateran law anymore, and could join the nursing home to openly try to save this land from suffering.

But after a brief hesitation, Andorn still chose to shake his head:

"I'm sorry, just as the path of Lateran is not suitable for me, I think the path of Lord Qi Yan is not entirely suitable for me either."

This land has never lacked suffering, and I don't believe Rhodes Island or nursing homes are perfect panaceas. I want to continue exploring new paths.

"Congratulations on passing the test," Qi Yan said with relief. "If you encounter any problems in the future, feel free to come to me."

Andorn was greatly encouraged: "Thank you, Lord Qi Yan!"

"Don't rush to thank me."

Qi Yan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "But you also rejected me, so we're not on the same side now. I've decided to send you to the Pope."

"Given your status as a wanted criminal, you'd surely fetch a good price."

Chapter 1001 Cecilia's Balloon

Cecilia sat on the edge of the fountain in the park, resting her feet and looking up at the bright, clear sky.

As she looked around, her attention was drawn to the colorful balloons that flashed by at the edge of her field of vision, and she watched curiously as the vendor carrying a bunch of balloons walked by.

She glanced at it twice, then looked away and continued to gaze at the clear sky.

The Lateran sun always seemed warm, but this was a warmth Cecilia rarely experienced.

In the past, to avoid being seen by others, she had to hide in her house all day long. Even when she went out to reunite with her father, she had to cover herself with a thick cloak, go out under the cover of night, and rush back under the cover of night.

Just as Cecilia was comfortably squinting and enjoying the sun, she saw the colorful balloons return in her blurry vision.

Cecilia opened her eyes in confusion and found that the balloons were still the same balloons, but the person holding them had become that strange uncle with a smile brighter than the sun in the sky.

"Little Cecilia, do you like it?" Justin asked with a smile. "Which one do you want?"

“Um… thank you, Uncle, I want the blue one!” Cecilia said cheerfully.

Justin exclaimed with delight, "Your taste is exactly the same as your uncle's! We're really destined to meet. In that case, all these balloons are for you!"

As he spoke, he stuffed all the balloon strings into Cecilia's hands.

Holding the balloons, Cecilia's mouth slightly agape, she felt a distinct upward force coming from her hand.

These toys, which she once could only dream of, now appeared in her hands in an unbelievable number, as if to carry her to the azure sky she longed for.

Somewhat lost in thought, Cecilia lost her grip, and a balloon slipped from her hand, drifting and flying into the sky.

"Look at me!"

Justin jumped up decisively, caught the escaped balloon, and returned it to Cecilia.

He assured me with a hint of smugness: