Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Flexible, automated small robots can be seen everywhere on the streets, holographic control panels float beside the Agors, and there are even Agors operating anti-gravity systems that float freely in the air while working at heights.

Xikunda was not surprised by this and continued to introduce the technological achievements she saw to everyone along the way, almost without any defenses.

But soon Sikunda noticed something that bothered her.

The delegation was more interested in exploring the artistic elements of Argol's architecture than in marveling at its technology.

However, in this discussion of art, one name is always indispensable.

Chapter 1086 Xikunda: Who the hell is Qi Yan?!

"This sculpture has a high artistic value; it would be in danger if Qi Yan came."

The Victorian envoy looked at the tree-shaped sculpture beside him and sighed.

The Lateran envoy, seemingly itching with anticipation, whispered:

"Don't even mention Qi Yan, I'm almost at my breaking point too, but this kind of thing is hard to recover from, isn't it?"

The Victorian envoy glanced at him sideways and remarked:

"Qi Yan doesn't have to pay for the damage if he breaks this thing. If you break it, aren't you afraid that your pope will beat you up with a gun barrel?"

"What if the Pope comes and wants to cause a commotion too?"

"Then it might be Lady Kal'tsit's turn to lose her temper."

"Sigh, we still have to wait for Qi Yan to come. Without him leading the way, it just feels like something is missing."

"...Only you Sakortas would have such thoughts. May the late emperor bless us, and may Qi Yan have already gotten lost and wandered into Sami."

What's wrong with these land people?

While Agor is indeed relatively free, isn't it a bit too much to start by discussing what to blow up?

And who is Qi Yan?

She glanced at Elena instinctively, only to find the girl engrossed in playing with the starfish in the aquarium.

“Madam, please don’t mind what everyone is saying. They won’t really do anything outrageous,” Jody said with a wry smile, taking the initiative to speak.

Sikunda looked at him and smiled again:

"Speaking of which, I almost forgot to mention something, Mr. Jody, welcome back to Agor."

Jody nodded politely, but her heart was filled with more confusion and helplessness than joy at returning home.

“You seem a little out of place,” Sikunda said softly.

"...Yes, I'm sorry you had to see this."

Jody glanced around: "I'm also an Agorian, but... to be honest, I just feel like a stranger right now."

Millyuyam is beautiful, but the damp air and oppressive pressure here made me feel somewhat out of place. Even though I saw many of my fellow Agorians, I actually... began to miss the towns where I lived on land.

“I understand you, and I respect all your choices,” Sikunda said softly. “Agor will always be willing to wait for every one of his compatriots.”

"……Um."

Jody returned the smile with a polite one.

As they spoke, the group arrived in front of a huge circular building.

As everyone looked up to admire the magnificent building, they discovered that its exterior walls were in a kind of incomplete, retro shape. However, it did not appear simple or out of place with the elegant buildings around it; on the contrary, it possessed a kind of artistic beauty.

"Please follow me, everyone. This is Agor's arena of wits."

Sikunda led the way, introducing the building as she went: "It is the accumulation of knowledge and culture in Agor over thousands of years. Our thoughts, knowledge, actions, appreciations, and even many unanswered questions are all stored here."

It was originally conceived and overseen by the great anthropologist and prehistoric civilization researcher, Maritus.

People can think, question, debate, and ultimately reach an understanding and make a decision here.

With Xikunda's calm and clear explanation, the group successfully passed through the building's corridor and entered the building's interior, where they also saw the true core of the building.

A giant, golden integrated terminal is rooted in the center of the arena. Its shape clearly imitates the appearance of coral, but because it is so huge, it looks more like an ancient giant tree.

Around this terminal, which is entirely constructed of dazzling gold, tendrils of fiber hang down, and beneath most of these fibers, an Agorian is operating a holographic control panel, inputting his thoughts and ideas.

They have their own inner questions, and they also answer questions raised by others.

These Agorians draw sustenance from this colossal structure, and in turn, are the providers of that sustenance that allows it to continue to grow.

Jody and the others all subconsciously slowed their breathing, afraid that their presence would disturb the academic atmosphere before them.

"Please don't be nervous."

Xikunda chuckled and said, "As long as everyone doesn't interrupt others rashly, it won't affect the order of the battle arena. If you have any questions, you can find the answers in the battle arena or choose to post them to attract others to answer them."

"We can too?" Jody asked in surprise.

“Of course, the arena of wits never rejects the exchange of knowledge,” Sikunda confidently promised.

The delegation was tempted by this promise and tiptoed under the giant structure to find an available control panel.

Elena also curiously found a panel and entered how to care for the starfish on it.

In just a moment, thousands of pre-organized answers appeared, almost overwhelming Elena.

Jodi stood beside Sikunda without making a move, and asked curiously:

“The person who could create such a wonder must have been a great genius, Maritus.”

“To list all his contributions to Agor would take an entire day.” A look of reverence appeared on Sikunda’s face. “He was a sage from two hundred years ago; in a sense, he could even be called the founder of Agor.”

If you're curious, you can look up his information yourself; it's also included in the "Battle of Wits" section.

"That's it..."

Jody had an idea.

He wasn't thinking of Maritus, but of another name.

This Agorian was the designer of the Eye of Iberia and the Fool. Jody also inherited his blueprints, and it was because of these blueprints that Jody was able to work with Kal'tsit to restart the Eye of Iberia.

Many people refer to Jody as a descendant of Breogan.

Although Jody never showed it, he was somewhat concerned and longing for it.

The opportunity to get to know Breogan in person is now right in front of me.

Jody took a deep breath, adjusted her mindset, and went to find an empty control panel.

He was so shocked when he accidentally saw the Lateran envoy next to him typing something into the panel that he froze on the spot.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously in a low voice.

The Lateran envoy turned his head with a blank expression:

"I'm asking a question. I've always been confused. Everyone says that our Sarkaz guns are firearms, but if I put them in the refrigerator to chill, can they be considered cold weapons?"

And the Lateran enforcers are always struggling to catch criminals everywhere, why don't they just go to the prison to catch them?

And there's more...

"Stop!" Jody's scalp tingled. "I'm afraid your question will cause a diplomatic problem!"

"Didn't you say we could ask any questions we wanted?" the Lateran envoy asked with a hint of resentment.

Xikunda noticed the argument between the two, curiously walked over and glanced at the control panel, then her facial muscles froze.

Jody wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and escape reality.

He really wanted to explain to Sikunda that not everyone on their land was a Sarkaz; most people were quite normal!

Just as Jody was frantically brainstorming for an explanation, an envoy approached, muttering to himself:

"Why is it that when I searched for how to ascend to godhood, I not only found no reference answers, but not even a single person who could answer my question? My question just sank to the bottom of the forum."

Xikunda: "..."

How could such a thing possibly exist?

Before Sikunda's inner roar could subside, another envoy approached:

"My question went unanswered and simply sank."

Sikunda: "...What did you ask?"

"Oh, even a fool could tell that there's no way to answer the question of ascending to godhood."

As the envoy spoke, he didn't forget to cast a disdainful glance at the other guy who asked the question: "So I asked a question, wanting to know how the original Originium 'Anana' was summoned during the Victoria incident. I also want to follow the Sarkaz's example and recreate it."

“I warn you not to go too far!” The Victorian envoy rushed over to issue a condemnation.

Xikunda: "..."

At this moment, another envoy strolled over and complained:

"Stop being normal, stop embarrassing us land-dwelling people, okay? Can't you ask some serious questions?"

Sikunda secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are still normal people.

Before she could even catch her breath, the envoy continued:

"For simple questions like this, you can just ask Qi Yan directly when you have the chance. If he happens to be in a good mood, he might tell you."

“That makes sense.” The other envoys nodded in agreement.

Sikunda stood there expressionless, silently screaming inside.

Where does this logic even come from?!

Who exactly is this Qi Yan?

Before Sikunda could regain her composure, she heard the envoy speak again:

"Speaking of which, my serious question has also sunk. I just wanted to know how to prevent Qi Yan's betrayal and infiltration, but it sank faster than all of your questions!"

Upon hearing this, the other envoys all chuckled softly.

Someone couldn't help but joke, "Your question is more outrageous than ours. I'd rather believe I'll become a god tomorrow than believe Qi Yan will stop betraying us everywhere."

This time, it was Sikunda's turn to be at a loss, and she could only stand there as a quiet girl with a fake smile.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Jody gritted his teeth and hurriedly ran to find Eleanor to save the day.

As soon as he arrived at Elena's control panel, he saw Elena typing in a series of questions.

Jody immediately took away Elene's racial talent.

A group of envoys immediately swarmed over like sharks smelling blood, taking in the contents of the screen before Elena could frantically cover it, and then they all gasped in unison.

"There are still experts?!"

Sikunda, mingling in the crowd, also noticed Elini's problem.

She remained silent, tilting her head back and staring blankly at Millyuyam's celestial barrier.

By the ancient sage Maritus!

What problems did she see?

How can I stop Hai Si from calling me "teacher"? How can I reduce Hai Si's affection for me? How can I protect my reputation from Qi Yan?

What the hell are these questions?!

Chapter 1087 Clementa: What are you laughing at?

The delegation gradually regrouped.

They were still somewhat unaccustomed to Agor's way of thinking, and after experiencing this novel way of communicating for a while, they put their minds at ease.

Xikunda also tried to adjust her mindset.

She smiled politely again, then turned and led the delegation to continue their tour of the city.

“We, Agor…”

A member of the coast guard suddenly rushed over and interrupted Sikunda's words.

All eyes fell on the coast guard member. Even though it wasn't the first time they had seen these Agor combat units, the members of the delegation couldn't help but take a second look at the technologically advanced combat uniform he was wearing.