Arknights, the Angel of Justice is waiting for level 16

"I want both garlic sauce and sesame sauce, remember to prepare them."

"Good~"

"More leafy greens, fewer root vegetables, and no carrots."

"it is good."

Ji Luo began to wash the ingredients and prepare the base of the pot. Soon the sound of a washing machine was heard. Ji Luo cut the mutton in his hand into thin slices with an unconcealable smile on his face.

It’s really... beautiful.

Soon, the sound of the washing machine stopped. After hanging up the clothes, Sulter pushed open the kitchen door and asked where the clothes were hung. After getting the answer, the girl continued her work in her clicking slippers.

By the time the hot pot was ready, it was just dusk. Neither Ji Luo nor Sulter mentioned having dinner so early, nor did they ask if the others had returned.

Everything was already tacitly understood, and the things they agreed upon would never be lost.

Both of them ate very slowly during the meal, and at Ji Luo's suggestion, they drank a few more glasses of wine.

Under the steam rising from the hot pot, Surtel's eyes were full of nostalgia. She didn't say anything corny, but she held Ji Luo's hand and never let go.

No matter how long the dinner is, it will eventually come to an end. Ji Luo wanted to clean up the dishes, but Sulter took over the job.

"Go take a shower first. You're covered in dust."

"Okay, I'll leave the dishes to you."

Ji Luo walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. He stood in the steaming mist, his mind full of memories of Surtel.

They met in a snowy storm, separated because of their stubbornness, but met again because of their lingering thoughts.

Afterwards, they experienced brutal fighting and finally arrived at this harbor where they could find temporary shelter, dragging their bruised and battered bodies and exhausted hearts.

That’s great…it’s really great.

Not too early or too late, neither hurried nor slow, they approached each other at their own pace and finally fit together today.

"It's really... a long and joyful story."

Ji Luo washed his body carefully and walked out of the bathroom comfortably. Only then did he remember that he did not bring any clean clothes in advance.

Ji Luo's concerns soon disappeared because Sartel had already prepared underwear and pajamas for him.

“There’s too much growth.”

Ji Luo changed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. He didn't see Surtel in the living room, so he called out. Surtel, who was still in the kitchen, replied and said he would take a shower right away.

"..."

Ji Luo didn't say anything more. He walked into his bedroom, closed the curtains, and then turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a desk lamp with warm light.

Afterwards, Ji Luo searched for a while and found the extremely precious record book that Sartel had given him for safekeeping.

The booklet records the images that kept flashing through Surtel's mind when her memory was still confused, as well as her experiences traveling to various places.

Ji Luo read with great interest from the beginning and soon forgot the passage of time.

Click...

After an unknown amount of time, Surtel quietly opened the door and walked into the room very softly, with movements that were not at all like her.

The Sarkaz girl, who had just taken a bath, had moist water vapor on her body, and looked as pure and beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water.

"Ji Luo, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at your old record book."

Ji Luo dimmed the light of the desk lamp again, moved his body to make room for the seat next to him, and then tidied the quilt.

"Oh~ that notebook."

Sulter locked the bedroom door, then slowly climbed onto the bed. Ji Luo lifted the quilt and held her in his arms.

Under the warm dim light, the girl's delicate face has a hazy beauty, her red hair is slightly scattered, and there is a hint of uneasiness and cowardice in her purple eyes.

Under the smooth neck, there were water droplets between the girl's delicate collarbones. When she changed her position and lay down next to Ji Luo, the water droplets flowed down along her chest and disappeared into the deep ravine in the blink of an eye.

The girl's tenderness and plumpness showed through the wide neckline of her pajamas. That fair and plump complexion made one's heart heat up uncontrollably.

"Ji Luo, do you like my past stories?"

"like."

"How much I like it."

"Like your eyes."

"What's the meaning."

“Even if the whole world was reflected in it, it couldn’t fill it.”

Ji Luo put down the record book in his hand. The girl whispered to him to turn off the light. Ji Luo did not move, but just held her in his arms. His nose followed her forehead and cheeks down, and he bit the girl's lips without leaving any room, and then indulged himself in it...

Soon after, the crumpled clothes were thrown out, Ji Luo's head was buried in the quilt, and Sartel was half lying on the pillow with a deep blush on his cheeks.

She raised a hand delicately and, ignoring Ji Luo's dissatisfied hum, turned off the bedside lamp.

Then, the whole room went dark, and Surtel was forced to lie flat on the bed. The squirming mass of people in the quilt pulled her down and completely swallowed her...

"Ji Luo, I want a boy."

Chapter 192: Questioning the World with Life

From the frozen snowfields of Ursus to the prosperous city-state of Longmen, the story of Jiluo and Surtur has finally begun a new chapter.

At the same time, the Draco girl, who has a close relationship with the two, is also adding the final chips for the upcoming revenge -

The snowfield, which is frozen all year round, is as stubborn as before. The strong wind that blows up the snow powder is howling, and people seem so small in the mighty power of nature.

The Wendigo, whose real name is Bozhuocasti, has not used his own name for a long time. His stubbornness, along with his title, has become a symbol.

"Tallulah, should we ask the others to retreat some distance? We are too close to the Scourge."

"No need, this distance is just right."

Tallulah stood on a low hillside. The trees on both sides were withered and only branches were left. She stabbed the dark two-handed sword into the ground. The girl leaned her hands on the hilt and looked into the distance at the snowstorm that was forming.

"Patriot, have you ever regretted taking this path?"

"This land never gives us room for regret."

The Patriot's voice was hoarse and low, he could speak normally when Ji Luo was around, but now, his words were a little difficult.

"Everything I do is just to eliminate the oppression of ordinary people on the infected and create a society where ordinary people and the infected are equal."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

“No, Tallulah, you made our voice heard.”

The Patriot's face was wrapped in a metal helmet, and his huge antlers stood up like ghost claws, but his emotions were calm and stable, without the slightest hint of irritability.

"As I promised Master Jiluo, you must live until I die."

"..."

Tallulah never thought that she would hear Ji Luo's name again from the Patriot's mouth.

This name has become taboo since a long time ago, and everyone uses that person to replace him.

But today, the patriot has rekindled that memory, and this seemingly subtle change actually indicates a certain determination on his part.

"Patriot, the Yeti team is back from Columbia, but Froststar is not back. She went to Longmen."

"This is her will, and I respect her choice."

"If Shuangxing dies in Longmen, I will make everyone in Longmen be buried with her."

"That's not necessary. Too many people dying in vain is probably not what the child wants."

The Patriot was nearly two meters and a half tall. His tall body stood beside Tallulah, shielding her from the snowflakes blown by the wind.

"We have all seen the way home, it's just that she got there first."

“It is my honor to be with you.”

Tallulah turned her head and stared at the Wendigo in front of her with her grey eyes. The scarred armor on his body recorded the battles he had experienced.

——Those were long and cruel years beyond human imagination.

The old man, who lost his beloved son, is already a living legend, his loyalty as unshakable as a rock.

Perhaps, the patriot is still loyal to the Ursus Empire and still loyal to the lofty ideals in his heart.

But this did not stop the only remaining Wendigo from shedding his last drop of blood for her.

"Tallulah, it is our honor to fight alongside you."

The Patriot followed Tallulah all the way, and he witnessed her growth and despair along the way.

This young lady of noble birth abandoned her luxurious and happy life, raised her flag on the frozen tundra, and lost everything between life and death.

Of course, Tallulah did a lot of wrong things, but the Patriots never commented on this because it was ridiculous to demand that Tallulah be perfect.

Regardless, Tallulah led the infected to establish an integrated movement in the frost and snow and fight for the survival of everyone.

This is enough, there is no need to ask for more.

"Chief, in a few days, will we start attacking Chernobog?"

"Maybe in five days, or maybe ten days..."

Tallulah looked at the Scourge that had already taken shape, her short silver hair fluttering in the wind, her slender figure standing tall like a pine tree.

"Make arrangements. All soldiers from the Ursus Empire's Third Army who are being deployed here must change into our uniforms and march at the front of the battlefield."

"clear."

The Patriot knew that Tallulah wanted to end the conversation, so he turned and walked into the camp and began to prepare his soldiers, ready to use force to persuade those restless soldiers.

"..."

Tallulah watched the Patriot leave, thinking about the conversation they had just had, and couldn't help but frowning.

"Your Highness Tallulah, do you have any questions?"

A flattering voice came from the giant sword in Tallulah's hand. Through the crystal stone inlaid on the hilt, a dark shadow could be vaguely seen twisting.

A few years ago, Kosice deliberately let Tallulah be killed, and attached a part of his soul to Tallulah's body.

If everything goes according to plan, Kosice will be able to control Tallulah and use her body to commit heinous crimes.

But now, after countless times of burning and torture, the insidious and cunning 'Duke of Cosice' is like a dog in front of Tallulah.

"Your loyal servant Black Snake is always looking forward to contributing to your service."

"Really~"

An inexplicable smile appeared on Tallulah's face. Black flames emerged from her fingertips. She rubbed the crystal on the hilt of the sword lightly, and only the residual soul of the black snake inside could be heard howling in pain.

"Your Highness Tallulah! Please forgive my presumption! I just have some information to tell you."

"explain."

"Ahem~ Lady Tallulah, have you ever wondered whether Chernobog, as a mobile city-state, has too little demand for pure Originium?"

Since being imprisoned by Tallulah, Kosice has been burned by the horrible black flames almost every day. The only way for him to avoid the daily punishment is to provide Tallulah with useful information.

"As far as I know, there is a device in Chernobog that can provide almost unlimited energy. You should find a way to get it."

"Take down Chernobog, and all this will be mine."

No one knew what plans Talulah had in mind, and she had no intention of continuing the topic. She pulled the dark two-handed sword out of the ground and gestured to her subordinates behind her to wait where they were.

Then, Tallulah began to walk towards the natural disaster, which was mainly composed of blizzards, under Kochie's whisper.

"Your Highness Talulah, this is your third Scourge beast. With their power, Chernobog is nothing!"

"Those greedy bureaucrats and stupid soldiers in Ursus have never been within my sight."

Black flames ignited on Tallulah's body. She slowly stepped into the blizzard and transformed into a dark figure.

"What I have been waiting for... has only been him. I believe that he has already sensed my invitation and will come soon."

"Your Highness Tallulah, your plans will never go wrong. Everything will go as you wish."

Kosice's flattering voice gradually disappeared in the wind and snow. The raging natural disaster and snowstorm had already completed the shaping...