Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Hoshiguma glanced at Swire beside her and saw that the latter also looked puzzled, clearly not understanding whether there was any deeper meaning in those words.

Hoshiguma scratched his head, realizing that apart from understanding the pope's words, he didn't understand anything else in that sentence.

The Pope is the leader of a country called Lateran, the birthplace of Sakorta, which should theoretically have no connection to Lungmen.

Hoshiguma couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it.

What do all this nonsense have to do with her? She's just a newly promoted head of the Guard Bureau's inspection team.

"I'm going to bomb the school, and I'll never be late. The little bird says, 'Good morning, good morning,' why are you carrying a bomb?"

"I'll bomb the school, never be late, pull the fuse, run away, and when I look back, the school's gone!"

Qi Yan hummed a strange children's song as he strolled unsteadily down the Rhodes Island corridor.

The passing agents who heard the singing couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, as if their brains were trembling, and they wished they could bang their heads against the wall.

The instigator chose to ignore this phenomenon and leisurely walked towards the door of the Rhode Island greenhouse.

As Qi Yan pushed open the door, he was immediately greeted by a strong floral fragrance, and he stopped singing the children's song.

Inside the greenhouse, a young girl named Pero, dressed in a green coat, is watering the flowers. Her short, pale yellow hair seems to have cut a ray of sunshine from the sky, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

The girl turned her head at the sound, her blue pupils reflecting Qi Yan's figure, and she flashed a bright smile:

Good morning, Mr. Qi Yan.

"Good morning, Bodenko." Qi Yan waved and greeted him cheerfully.

He walked carefully down the aisle of the greenhouse to avoid damaging the flowers and plants beside him.

It wasn't that he particularly cherished the flowers; it was simply that the long-handled, halberd-shaped staff lying horizontally beside the girl named Bodenco made him dare not show off.

Walking up to Podengk, Qi Yan took out the sachet the general had given him from his pocket and explained:

"Lord Guan... oh no, Bodenco, do you still have these sachets?"

Last time in Chernobyl, I accidentally mixed it up, and the aroma has been lost more and more severely. Now, I can't smell any fragrance at all, only a medicinal smell remains.

Bodenko leaned close to the sachet, sniffed it with his little nose, and immediately his little face scrunched up:

"It tastes so bitter, is this really a sachet?"

Qi Yan looked somewhat embarrassed.

After all, this thing was carefully made by the ladies in the flower shop for the operators. He ruined it like this, and even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Podken didn't say anything, but simply said:

"Look at the pattern on this sachet, it's the perfumer's technique. I'll go ask her if she has any left in stock."

If not, you'll have to come back in a few days to pick it up.

"sorry to bother you."

Boden waved his hand, picked up his Guan Dao staff, and walked lightly into the depths of the flower room.

Qi Yan didn't follow, silently watching Bodenko's figure disappear before wiping away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead:

"It's obvious that she really likes that Guan Dao."

Chapter 129 Yan Ke Sells Flowers

After Bodenko disappeared, Qi Yan immediately revealed his true nature, squatting down to sniff the flowers in front of him.

Just as he was staring at a small white flower, hesitating whether to take a bite and taste it, a shadow suddenly enveloped him.

Qi Yan turned around and found a tall, blue-haired Sarkaz walking up behind him.

Unlike other Sarkaz, this blue-haired man, while tall, wasn't particularly burly; he was more of a robust build.

However, the fierce aura unique to the Sarkaz was exactly the same.

Qi Yan's gaze shifted downwards, and she noticed that the man was carefully holding a small pot of pink flowers in his arms. She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Yan Ke, the little flower in your arms has ruined your aura."

This blue-haired Sarkaz man was the guy who had recently come to Rhodes Island after being personally guided by W's good deed.

As a Sarkaz swordsman, Flamebringer passed Rhodes Island's recruitment test with ease.

However, his reputation isn't very good.

Under Yan Ke's fierce aura, his fighting style terrified even his companions; it was an almost manic fighting desire.

Facing Qi Yan at this moment, Yan Ke did not show much respect. He carefully put down the small pink flower in his arms before slowly saying:

Qi Yan said that flowers have souls and need to be carefully cared for, not eaten.

Qi Yan touched his nose and dryly argued, "I didn't intend to eat it, I was just going to lick it a couple of times."

"...It's a bit disgusting," Yan Ke said bluntly.

Qi Yan suddenly felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, and he retorted:

"It's still better than you. You have such an intimidating aura that no one dares to greet you on the street."

Yan Ke: "..."

The two grown men were squatting in the sea of ​​flowers, both of them somewhat injured.

However, Qi Yan's psychological self-healing ability is not much worse than his Originium Arts.

He quickly put the discomfort out of his mind and patted Yan Ke to comfort him:

"It's alright. At least you get along well with the father and son from Thorn Realm, even though they're the only ones left."

"...Thank you!"

Yan Ke's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

If they weren't currently in the greenhouse, Yan Ke would definitely have already started fighting with Qi Yan. Regardless of who wins or loses, he absolutely couldn't afford to lose in terms of momentum.

Knowing Yan Ke's concerns, Qi Yan seized the opportunity to gloat:

"Let me tell you, I'm very experienced in making friends. If you call me Brother Qi, I'll teach you how to improve your interpersonal relationships, how about it?"

A hint of suspicion appeared on Yan Ke's face.

However, given his fierce aura, this suspicious expression looked more like a murderous intent to silence someone.

After a moment of silence, Yan Ke couldn't help but call out in a low voice, "Brother Qi."

Qi Yan immediately chuckled: "If you call me 'brother,' then we're brothers. Today, I'll share all my knowledge with you and create a personalized guide to making friends."

Yan Ke, his face solemn, took out his notebook and looked at Qi Yan expectantly.

"First of all, your outfit is still the same as when you were a mercenary. You don't look like a good person at all. Go and change into something else."

Secondly, you can't just strike up a conversation with anyone you meet; that's foolish. You need to be strategic, like first establishing your own image.

Finally, you must smile, like me, and maintain a sunny and cheerful smile every day.

As Qi Yan spoke, he grinned and gave Yan Ke a demonstration.

Yan Ke observed carefully for a moment, then grinned and revealed a sinister smile.

Qi Yan: "..."

Seeing Qi Yan remain silent, Yan Ke realized something and immediately felt somewhat deflated:

"I don't know any of the three things you mentioned. All I have is this outfit. I don't know any strategy, and I can't even smile."

"Hey, it's not even midnight yet, why are you already feeling depressed?"

Qi Yan's face was solemn. After a moment of contemplation, a flash of inspiration struck him: "Clothes are easy to deal with. There's the Extreme and Thorns. Those two are similar in size to you. As for strategy, since you like flowers, ask the Perfumer for some flowers and sell them to the Rhodes Island operators."

Over time, your relationship will naturally grow closer, and then you'll genuinely smile!

Seeing Qi Yan speak with such conviction, Yan Ke's eyes couldn't help but reveal a glimmer of hope.

At that moment, Podenko appeared in front of the two men, hopping and skipping, his guandao (a type of halberd) almost hitting their faces, which startled them so much that they shrank back.

"Mr. Qi Yan, the sachet you requested is the perfumer's last remaining stock, so please cherish it."

Bodenko stretched out her fair hand to Qi Yan, opened her palm, and revealed the exquisite sachet lying inside.

Thank you, love you~

Qi Yan picked up the sachet, stood up, patted Yan Ke on the shoulder, and said:

"Remember my words: think more and act more. You, Flamebringer, could be the next social butterfly of Rhodes Island."

After saying that, Qi Yan left the greenhouse.

Yesterday, Kal'tsit informed him that the medical department had run out of blood samples for developing the second drug and that he needed to donate blood.

Not long after he left, Yan Ke walked out of the flower room with a bouquet of flowers, and at the same time contacted Ji Jing and Ji Ci through his terminal:

"I need an outfit that looks polite, like something a good person would wear... a formal dress? I don't know what that is... ugh, don't your clothes have holes for showing your tails?"

Yan Ke's expression was somewhat bitter.

It was only then that he realized he was a Sarkaz, with a tail trailing behind him, something neither the Extreme nor the Thorns possessed.

Through the terminal, Thorn heard the dejection in Yan Ke's voice and immediately became excited:

"Don't worry, leave this small problem to me. How could I let my good brother down? Don't underestimate the bond between us!"

"Extreme Realm, put on your formal attire. Let me use the supreme art of Iberia to pave a path to success for Flamebringer!"

Hearing the voices of the two people in the terminal, Yan Ke suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He quickened his pace and hurried toward the thorny dormitory.

A moment later, he arrived at Thorn's bedroom, only to find Thorn waiting for him alone, with a pool of blood on the floor.

"What is this?" Yan Ke asked, somewhat surprised.

Thorn didn't explain, but simply stuffed a formal suit into Flame's arms: "Carry the last bit of faith from the Extreme Realm, good luck... By the way, what do you want the suit for?"

Ten minutes later, Yan Ke, with a strange expression, left Thorn's dormitory wearing a fairly well-fitting white suit and holding flowers in his hands.

Walking down the corridor of Rhodes Island, Flamebringer recalled Thorn's words of advice when he changed into his formal attire.

"To sell flowers, you must identify your target audience. Only people in relationships will have a need to buy flowers."

As Yan Ke muttered to himself, he walked out of the men's dormitory rest area and began to wander around the public areas.

However, many operators were indeed somewhat intimidated by Yan Ke's imposing presence, and would instinctively choose to avoid him when they saw him from afar.

Yan Ke tightened his grip on the bouquet slightly, but remembering Qi Yan's parting words, he made up his mind again.

"Yan Ke, you need to think more and take more action."

He walked up to an elevator and thought he would take it to the next floor to try his luck again.

Not long after, the elevator arrived at Yan Ke's floor and slowly opened.

A familiar figure appeared in front of Yan Ke.

Yan Ke's eyes lit up immediately: "W, do you have someone you like?"

Inside the elevator, W was idly fiddling with a detonator when Yanke, holding a bouquet of flowers, asked him this question, leaving him completely bewildered.

The detonator fell to the ground.

W stared wide-eyed in horror.

Holy crap, this idiot's trying to hit on me?!

Chapter 130 W's Girlfriend

Inside the elevator, W and Yan Ke stared at each other.

When Yan Ke saw W's detonator fall to the ground, he bent down to pick it up.

"Don't move!" W shouted, staring warily at Yan Ke, and asked again to confirm, "What question did you just ask me?"

Yan Ke looked somewhat bewildered and repeated, "Do you have someone you like?"

As he spoke, he instinctively reached out to offer the flowers.

Startled, W stumbled backward, pressing himself against the elevator wall, and decisively said: