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"Um... so that's what they're called... Speaking of which, there should be one more person, right?" Bai Ye scratched his head, interrupting her.

“And another one is a 'prisoner'…”

"I see. But you don't need to count on them anymore, because they're all dead..." Only now did Bai Ye realize who the guys he had casually killed were.

"Uh—tch, trash is trash. As expected, you can't even do this little thing right." Felin's expression changed instantly, her eyes filled with disdain for trash, as if she didn't even look down on these guys. However, Bai Ye still clearly caught the surprise in her eyes.

"It's just that a few cadres have been taken out. Don't be too smug, because my leader will show you what despair is!"

Chapter 76 is in this episode.

Mandela still carried obvious malice, but in the current situation, no matter how fierce she acted, she always seemed somewhat comical.

"..."

Shining turned her head and looked at Bai Ye.

Judging from her expression, she was clearly somewhat helpless.

Bai Ye shrugged helplessly. Although it didn't take too much effort to deal with this guy named Mandra, that was only relative. If it were anyone else, even the three members of the Storm Assault Team, they would probably be in a tough fight by now.

Even such elites would be at a disadvantage against a sorcerer of this caliber.

Therefore, Bai Ye was not comfortable letting this person be guarded by ordinary people; he needed to find someone who could suppress her to make him feel at ease.

Outcast is certainly one option, but Shining is a better choice.

Although she always claimed that she was not a swordsmanship expert, but just an ordinary and weak medical operator, Shining did not make excuses or refuse.

And so, Bai Ye handed Mandela over to her.

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Ignoring the cursing Mandra sorcerer, Bai Ye first went to the makeshift hospital room where Horn and the others were settled.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Bai Ye arranged for Horn and the others to rest at the medical station on the other side, preventing them from seeing the nominal leader of the Deep Pool thugs he had brought back. Horn and the others were all injured, and their injuries were not minor, so they needed treatment. Fortunately, these guys were all tough soldiers who had undergone brutal training, and their physiques were incredibly strong, as if each of them possessed a combat sustaining ability. Therefore, injuries that would render ordinary people unable to fight were nothing more than minor injuries to them.

Of course, this also has side effects. For example, once their brains are certain that their bodies are in a safe state, they relax and stop secreting hormones. As a result, they only realize that their bodies have already reached their limits after entering the ward.

Even the previously lively Bagpipes couldn't help but become listless, which was normal, given that she had fought for so long and suffered considerable injuries in the final battle. Even someone as strong and robust as her, Vayvan, couldn't hold on any longer.

"It's safe here, you should rest and recover first," Bai Ye said with a smile.

"Ugh..." Horn tried to get up and say something, but her movements were abruptly stopped because it aggravated her wounds.

After thinking for a moment, she slowly lay down.

She had originally intended to ask a well-known figure connected to the bagpipes to help deliver the message to Lentinium, but at that moment she suddenly recalled what the colonel of the Little Hills garrison had said before the artillery shelling exploded:

"Do you really think that I, a mere commander of a local garrison, can so easily determine the future of Victoria?"

"Have you ever wondered why... Londinim has no voice?"

……

"..."

Horn sighed and lay down on the hospital bed, looking somewhat dejected.

This soldier, who was fearless on the battlefield, felt powerless and desperate at this moment. She understood the道理 (principles/reasons), and it was precisely because of this that she felt a deeper despair.

"Hmm~?"

Then she heard singing; the bagpipes beside her were humming a folk song from their hometown.

Although the bagpipes' singing would involuntarily go off-key due to the pain from their wounds, the horn's companions' singing truly reassured it.

Soon, the horn recognized that the song was not the usual cheerful ballad. The bagpipes rarely hummed such a long and sorrowful melody.

Yes, although they survived, they also lost their remaining comrades forever—the triangle, snare drum, bass, mandolin, oboe…

That's why the bagpipes were so sad. Only now did the horn realize that her usually lively and cheerful subordinate also had moments of sorrow. But she didn't want to know this.

"Let's put the matter of Lentinium on hold for now..."

Although it was safe now, Horn had no time to think about what to do next; in fact, she didn't even know what to do. The colonel's words made her realize the seriousness of the situation. This riot was likely just the beginning, and a catastrophe was already gathering in the heavy clouds over Londinium. No one knew when that earth-shattering blow would fall.

But the horn knew that a storm was coming.

Therefore, before that, she chose to sleep first. Yes, rest first, to conserve her energy for the storm to come. She'd deal with the rest when she woke up.

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"How are the three friends you brought back doing?" Outcast returned the "black barrel" to Bai Ye, wiping the barrel of his own revolver in his hand.

“The medics treated their wounds, and they’re asleep now.” Bai Ye nodded. “They’re all elite warriors of the Storm Commando, and they might be able to bring us some news about Londinium.”

“Your information should be the most comprehensive right now,” Outcast chuckled. “Local garrisons, the Tara, Rhodes Island's overseas offices, local civilian casualties, the third-party Stormtroopers, and the Deeppool thugs' leadership…”

“Yes, but… both Mandra and Draco, whom we rescued before, are heavyweights, but it doesn’t quite feel like that. They might not be that important,” Bai Ye analyzed.

“Your ambitions are quite high too.” Outcast glanced at him. “Can’t even one Draco satisfy your appetite?”

“First of all, ambition is a derogatory term; you should call me aspirations,” Bai Ye said, raising a finger. “Secondly, I already have a red dragon.”

Seeing Bai Ye's expression, Outcast suddenly understood, and her smile deepened:

"As expected of a young person..."

She paused, then continued:

"Are you sure you want to get involved in Victoria's situation?"

“I have reasons why I must enter Lontinim.” Bai Ye nodded.

As he spoke, he looked at his palm.

A key lies in the inventory that is not visible in Outcast.

This is a keepsake left to Talulah by her biological father—a key that can unlock the resting place of the Victorian kings.

Since the girl had entrusted her most precious possession to Bai Ye, he clearly had no reason to give up.

Chapter 77 Mandela's Second Setback

"Looks like he's brought in another strange patient."

Shining looked at Mandra, who had been left on the hospital bed by White Night.

She was lying face down on the bed, her hands cuffed behind her back with Originium Arts suppression handcuffs. At the same time, Bai Ye had also tied her hands and ankles together, forcing the girl's head and feet to point upwards, creating a reverse arched curve.

This posture looks pretty terrible, no wonder Mandela couldn't help but curse earlier. However, her anger wasn't just because she felt ashamed of her current state, but because she felt that as a representative of Deeppool, she had lost face, which was equivalent to the leader losing face.

This is unacceptable to Mandela.

However, Bai Ye's arrangement of her in this position had its advantages. This state forced Mandra to lie prone on the bed, completely unable to move. At the same time, Bai Ye also took away her spellcasting staff; non-infected Philin sorcerers currently lack the ability to cast spells.

It must be said that Mandra is more resilient than anyone Bai Ye has ever encountered before; or rather, she is as unyielding as a stone. Even after being manipulated into this state, Mandra is unwilling to give up the struggle. She keeps twisting her body, trying to regain her freedom and break free from her current restrained position.

Seeing this, Shining shook her head helplessly, then reached out and pressed Mandra down, whispering:

"Please do not move, patient."

Mandela had no interest in Shining. Since White Night, the only person who could suppress her, was gone, she was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

If she can escape back now, she can bring the intelligence about Bai Ye and the entire camp to the leader and get a chance to redeem herself.

Shining frowned. If she moved around like that, how could she examine her body?

"Please don't move," Shining said again.

It still had no effect.

"..."

Shining fell silent, watching Mandela still struggling. She took a deep breath and then said, slowly and deliberately:

"Don't move!"

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

It seemed as if he was trying to suppress some kind of emotion churning within him.

Yes, even the incredibly gentle Shining has a temper, especially when a patient is lying on her bed but doesn't cooperate with her.

……

"!"

Mandra, who had been moving, suddenly froze, her body stopping and frozen in place. At the same time, an indescribable sense of terror welled up inside her, and Mandra felt a bone-chilling cold.

Something was creeping up her spine from her tailbone, finally settling on the back of her neck.

It was an intense chill and a sharp, stinging pain, as if a gleaming blade was pressed against her fragile throat, making her afraid to breathe, lest the slightest movement slash her neck open with its sharp edge.

'I will die, I will die, I will die! ! ! '

Mandela's body was frantically warning her, and although the girl had experienced this feeling of impending death before, it was never as profound or terrifying as it was now. Because what oppressed her was not physical pain, but a far more horrifying psychological pressure.

'So this is what killing intent is…'

The girl's head slowly and stiffly turned to the side, inch by inch, like a broken Victorian steam robot. She even wondered if her cervical vertebrae were creaking.

Then she saw the Sarkaz older sister, who was squinting, as if trying to suppress her killing intent, but a trace of murderous aura still couldn't help but seep out from the corner of her eyes.

These are Sarkaz with flashing red eyes!

At the same time, Mandela also saw that Sarkaz's hand had somehow moved behind his back and was resting on something that was now called a sword hilt.

The sword was not drawn, yet the sense of oppression was incredibly strong.

In stark contrast to the intense killing intent was the slight upturn of Sarkaz's lips; yes, Shining was smiling.

It was an incredibly warm smile, gentle and beautiful. However, despite its radiant glow, the oppressive force it exuded was no joke.

'Wouldn't that be even more terrifying!'

Mandra screamed inwardly. She had no doubt that if she continued to move around recklessly, a swift and deadly sword strike awaited her—this guy was capable of it! This terrifying Sarkaz would smile as he drew his sword and slashed down.

Mandela was not afraid of death; she was only worried that she would die in vain. She had so much to do and could not afford to fall here.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Mandela chose to compromise temporarily; she stopped struggling and obediently complied.

After giving up resistance, Mandela felt that the powerful pressure behind her had disappeared at some point, and the killing intent that had been constantly pricking her nerve endings had vanished in an instant.

As if nothing had happened, Big Sister Sarkaz maintained her gentle expression, appearing completely harmless.

"Who... are you?" Mandela couldn't help but ask, her throat and voice had become incredibly dry, as if the last moment had taken all the moisture from her body.

In contrast, her back was covered in cold sweat, and her clothes were completely soaked.

"Relax, relax—" Shining gently patted Mandra's back. "Your breathing is too fast; it's not good for your health."

After a pause, Shining slowly began to speak:

"Although Bai Ye always has some excessive expectations of me, I am just an ordinary medical operator and do not have his great power."

“Liar! You’re stronger than him!” Mandela retorted without hesitation.

"Hmm?" Shining narrowed his eyes again.

Mandela immediately dared not refute him anymore.

Shining shook his head and said helplessly:

"Although, Bai Ye is indeed better than me, whether it's swordsmanship or anything else..."

"Perhaps you didn't feel any pressure, that's because Bai Ye wasn't serious at all, he didn't even show any emotional fluctuations."

Mandela remained silent.

If what this Sarkaz said is true, then Bai Ye doesn't take him seriously at all.

hateful!

Damn it!

Mandela was more annoyed by being looked down upon than by being defeated. She hated it most when others looked at her with condescension.

Fortunately, the Shining's next words brought Mandela back to her senses:

"I've never seen Bai Ye truly serious before..."