Arknights, are you a good person?

"But Commander Amiya has a point. Let's first invite Miss Fighter Tallulah over to discuss this in detail. Doesn't the Reunion Movement come here every week to collect medicine?"

"Commander-in-Chief?!"

Amiya blushed: "Where did this name come from?"

"Qi Yuan said this when he was playing with the kids."

He answered quickly and calmly: "I think it's handsome, what do you think?"

629: Loges is a serious person (3 more)

After further questioning, I found out that when Myrtle was vying to say that she was a great general, she casually mentioned the slightly childish title of Marshal-in-Chief, and she didn't expect that this cold and aloof man would hear it.

And I still remember it to this day.

Loges is a young elite operator with a tall stature and a jet-black crow feather on his head, which seems to represent something ominous. According to the Liberi one-drop feather principle, when Loges walks on the street, at least 90% of people will mistake him for Liberi.

However, he is a Sarkaz.

The lord of the Banshee Court, and a member of a lineage of banshees whose main powers are words and death, she is the first male banshee in history.

Among the Sarkaz, this title is invaluable.

However, in Rhodes Island, he is just a young elite operator who gets along well with everyone. He is an elite operator because of his great contributions to Rhodes Island and his leadership of the entire magician department.

"Don't you like it?"

Loges shook his head and twirled the pen in his hand. "It's okay. I feel bored too. I won't call you that anymore."

"Amiya, you are performing your role as a leader. You are firm in your heart and do not need my words to calm you down. Please continue. That's all. Please continue."

Then, Loges fell silent and remained silent throughout the meeting.

It's not like I'm bored either.

Amiya laughed twice and interrupted the meeting.

It took a whole day to call Tallulah over from the wilderness. Tallulah was wearing a suit and a black and red cloak over her outer robe, looking very heroic.

"Where in Ursus are we going to attack?" Tallulah asked impatiently as soon as she arrived.

"It's not what you think."

Amiya quickly stopped her hands in front of her, stopped Tallulah's dangerous thoughts, and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "It's just a simple infiltration mission."

"Oh……"

Tallulah scratched her head. She was not disappointed at all, really not disappointed.

"Where should we sneak into? What key items should we steal?" She spoke again. "Your medicine is very useful, and only we have it. It is not something that we can just rob and sit back and relax. Because of this, we have developed very well and have spies in every city in Ursus."

"very good."

Amiya breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she invited Tallulah over halfway.

Now things are simple.

But when the city was mentioned as Chernobyl, Tallulah suddenly looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak for several times. After Amiya comforted her several times, she sighed deeply.

"It's all because of that damn snake!"

Tallulah clenched her hands and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice: "That city was originally planned to be used to hit the dragon gate. The internal guards and the army were hidden inside. The infected had been bewitched and started to riot, but the plan was forcibly interrupted. Before the army and the internal guards retreated, an order was issued to clear out all the rioting infected!"

"Um……"

Amiya lowered her head.

I didn't expect there would be such a big setback. It must have been a bloody suppression. Not only was there inherent discrimination against the infected, but there was also the army's venting of anger at being tricked. The experiences of those infected must have been inhumane.

"Oh, that's not the case. We worked together to rescue most of the infected people. The remaining infected people are also being taken care of by a mysterious clinic, which is an old acquaintance of Mr. Patriot. Don't you believe in our ability to act, sister Amiya?"

Tallulah smiled confidently, her hands on her hips.

Amiya frowned and thought: "Let me think about it... Let's let someone familiar with Chernobog lead the way, and Mr. Loges cast a concealment spell. We should be able to sneak into the city. We need to find another way to enter the institute."

Just then, they received a phone call.

Special contact——Qi Yuan.

Amiya answered the phone while deep in thought. She was stunned when she heard the incessant voice on the other end.

"I'll report the height, weight and measurements of the elite operators who will be participating in the operation to you... I don't understand, Mr. Qi Yuan, are you planning something?"

"You want custom school uniforms?!"

Amiya didn't understand at all and became even more confused.

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"Mr. Qi Yuan, I have to say that your plan is very bold." Loges was wearing a slim white shirt, holding a pen in one hand and fiddling with the red circle on his cuff with the other.

"People like you who seem like a scoundrel at first glance are suitable to be the discipline committee member." Qi Yuan nodded.

"Please explain what 'gentlemanly scum' means. I don't know if your definition is different from mine. As I understand it, it's a technique to compliment people." Loges answered calmly, without any change in his expression.

"..."

"Mr. Loges, tell me honestly, do you know a Yan country businessman named Ji?" Qi Yuan suddenly had an idea and asked in a low voice.

"do not know."

He answered honestly: "Mr. Qi Yuan, when you defined the object, you may not have specified the main characteristics. After all, this is just the first time I met you, and you don't know anything about me."

"..."

Qi Yuan felt that this sounded familiar, and tentatively retorted:

"Then can't I define a pointer and let it point to you?"

"Oh, it seems that you are not completely ignorant of the banshee's curse. How glad I am." Loges finally showed an expression on his face, a joy of being understood.

Some people call the banshee's magic words, while others call it incantations.

But in the final analysis, it is a kind of programming for the real world. When a string of Hello World flows out from the banshee's pen, it actually goes through a compilation process.

This is the way their tribe understands the art of Originium, and it has been proven to be effective.

The Banshee Court is actually a group of programmers.

Qi Yuan shook his head. He only had some knowledge of programming from a high school interest class. The brief conversation just now was all he had learned in his life.

Qi Yuan began to observe the Rhodes Island operators who had changed into the university honor uniforms.

Since we are all in college, of course there is no school uniform in the general sense. But Longmen University of Technology is more interesting. The president doesn't like to see colorful clothes at major gatherings, so he customized a set of clothes that are only worn on major holidays.

Amiya, like a very young JK;

Askalon, like the gloomy polybreasted JK;

Kal'tsit, JK with a sour face.

Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the last man. He was 1.9 meters tall, his shirt bulging with muscles, his face full of beard, and his smile revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

"I'm the ace of Rhode Island," he said with a smile.

630: Ace is a serious-looking person

Ace, at first glance, is a veteran militant.

Even in his school uniform, his face looked as if it had been carved by knives and axes, full of various traces left by fighting in extreme environments. He also wore tactical sunglasses and tactical headphones.

He held the hammer in one hand and the large shield in the other, as if it were made of Styrofoam.

"It's been a while since I've been under the leadership of a doctor. I thought it would be a difficult infiltration operation, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."

Ace put down his heavy shield and stretched himself:

"Mr. Qi Yuan, there won't be any problems along the way, right?"

"First, take off your tactical headphones and sunglasses, and also remove the anti-bullet plate stuffed in your clothes, and there probably won't be any problems." Qi Yuan stared at Ace for a while and briefly put forward a few suggestions for modifications.

"Oh."

Ace nodded and started to move.

He took off his tactical sunglasses and tactical headphones, reached his right hand into the collar of his shirt, and pulled out a tactical bulletproof vest.

Bang!

The bulletproof vest fell to the ground with a sound, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Is this okay?" Ace asked.

The bulge caused by the bulletproof vest was gone, and his shirt was filled with his solid muscles. He still looked aggressive. The tactical sunglasses had left tan marks on his face, and the area around his eyes was noticeably whiter.

"There's really no way to hide it anymore."

Ace sighed, "I can't just take the muscle off and carry it in my pocket, right?"

"it is ready."

Qi Yuan nodded, very satisfied with the result.

Rhodes Island's elite operators, who had all survived tough times, quickly adapted to the situation and began to act like students.

Ace walked up to Qi Yuan and whispered:

"Brother Qi Yuan, I heard from Kal'tsit privately that the Doctor seems to be of the same race as you?

"He came into this world alone, a refugee in time. If you look closely, his situation is similar to mine." Qi Yuan nodded and said, then changed the subject and looked at Ace with interest:

"What do you want to say?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask, do you have other people of the same tribe?" Ace smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth on his dark face.

The doctor's strategy is proven through a series of exquisite battles, and he has long been able to defeat the strong with the weak; anyone who comes here will be afraid of this inhuman calculation ability...

Compared with his computing ability, the doctor's frail body, which is so weak that he can't even lift a motorcycle, is even more impressive.

In comparison -

Ace looked at Qi Yuan seriously.

His power cannot be calculated by reason. Ace has seen all his previous deeds and thought rationally for a long time. With such power, he should be able to tear a piece of land from the Terra world and establish his own country.

Not to mention that Qi Yuan is very sunny and can quickly get along with anyone.

He and the Doctor are two extremes.

"As far as I know, there is only one left. He digitized himself and became an immortal AI." Qi Yuan replied. Although the preserver Trevor Friston has become a thinking AI, Qi Yuan's understanding of his peers is quite broad.

If they can think, speak, and share the same language, then they are of the same kind.

Naturally, there were some extremely arrogant ones among them, who thought their own race was superior to others. Qi Yuan convinced them all with reason and successfully got them to sit down and talk. They were friendly, good at singing and dancing.

“This is crazy…”

Ace shook his head repeatedly and was called over by Kal'tsit again, ending this passionate exchange.

"Can such a simple disguise really work?" Ascalon frowned and walked silently behind Qi Yuan, "I've put down my hidden blade and dagger for the time being."

Qi Yuan turned around, and Askalon instinctively wanted to put on his hood and retreat into the shadows behind.

It turned out to be in vain.

Exposing his entire face to the sun obviously made the gold medal killer extremely uncomfortable. After trying for a long time, he could only stand up the collar of his shirt to protect his entire neck.

"Kind of handsome."

"I don't need your evaluation." Upon hearing this, Askalon immediately lowered his collar as if he had been electrocuted.

"When will those people arrive?"

"Students can communicate with each other and participate in activities together, but they are not just completing joint tasks, so there is plenty of time."

Qi Yuan gave Askalon some advice: "But I have to praise you a little. You and Kal'tsit both had great expressions. College students who were forced to participate in the event should be as depressed as Pero."

"???"

Askalon felt that Qi Yuan was cursing him.

Her hair was a bright red, casually piled behind her. When the wind blew, it looked like a raging fire burning behind her.

It fits the character's mood very well.