Arknights, but the family has fallen again

"Real-world training is great, but I've decided to quickly address your organizational issues by dragging you all into the junction area."

Watching Eyjafjalla's receding figure, W said bitterly, "The Legion has been busy for so long, can you at least give them a proper name?"

Ott thought for a moment and said, "Sarkaz mercenaries like to use greatswords, right?"

She was a little confused. "Of course they like to use great swords—they're easy to control, powerful, and easy to repair."

"Even if the broken sword is not worth repairing, it will be worth a lot if sold as scrap metal!"

"Then let's call them... 'Servants of the Land'."

"Del Diener? Sounds like he works for Tracy." W said sarcastically.

No, that's not right.

Not Tracy!

After realizing this, the Sarkaz girl suddenly looked up: "Hey!"

It’s a pity... it’s so far away, and Eyjafjalla really can’t hear.

[Senior, regarding the trajectory of the "boomerang", Provence and I have many more discoveries...]

While the Sarkaz high-ranking cheesemakers were conversing with Ott around swords, spears, and halberds, Eyjafjalla was actually having an academic exchange with Ott...

But it can't be discovered casually.

Before the progress of refugee resettlement work is sufficient to give Otto a divine shell, it would not be good if the upright and kind operators discovered that Ott had taken the initiative to cause the natural disaster.

"Thanks to you for all these days." Otto sent a telepathic message. "If you hadn't been teaching me, these Originium-related tasks would have been incredibly difficult to handle."

[No, no, no, these knowledge and skills are dormant in your body, Senior. I just helped you awaken them!]

Xiaoyang is somewhat sensitive about the distinction between “teaching” and “learning.” She seems very reluctant to be categorized as either “teacher” or “student,” regardless of who is the “teacher” and who is the “student.”

In contrast, she geniusly came up with an interesting title, "predecessor", based on the chronology of the field of "natural disaster research".

This word instantly transforms the authoritative figure "Dr. Ott" into a peer of Eyjafjalla's own generation, eliminating the age gap between her and Ott.

If it was intentional, then her talent in a certain field was no less than her talents in volcanoes, Originium, etc. And if it was instinctive, then she was actually quite formidable.

[Without your help, it might have remained dormant until the end of time.]

[Absolutely not! Senior, your prediction about "Boomerang"...]

"……otter!"

A sound as thin as a mosquito's buzz came from behind.

As the distance got closer, the content became clearer and clearer: "Stinky Otter! Explain Deldi to me!"

good chance.

Eyjafjalla turned around, her cold expression had melted away, her big eyes flickered, she still didn't understand what was going on.

Behind him, W had caught up.

She was determined to get to the bottom of the issue of "whose land the servants of the land support".

Heavy pressure rose from the ends of every nerve of the Sarkaz girl, gradually converging at W's spinal cord, and then penetrating her brain.

"Gu!" The Sarkaz girl shook her head vigorously.

Based on the different load capacity of each person and the degree of Ot's dominance, the possessed person will experience different levels of pressure. However, the pressure that the individual ultimately perceives also takes into account their sensitivity.

If the possessed person is extremely sensitive (there is a high probability that such a person is an artist or scientist), then even some mental activities that do not involve a large amount of parallel computing will cause him to feel extremely terrible pressure.

However, in W's example here...

[Stinky otter, what are you doing!? ]

It was Ott's initiative and intention.

"Ms. W? Are you okay?" Eyjafjalla was a little confused, but just in case, she still held the Sarkaz girl's arm.

"...It's okay, just a little headache." W cursed Otto in his heart, but pretended to be calm in front of Eyjafjalla.

She might ask me questions I wouldn't want to answer.

But you can obviously tell W directly and ask or even request her for help.

[Including?] W was a little curious.

[Including "What exactly is this problem?"]

"What are you doing here again?!" W was dissatisfied.

She is also an outstanding scholar in the field of natural disasters. Therefore, she should have some guesses, and these guesses, with her scientific knowledge, will point to some very clear and unambiguous answers.

[Wait, why are you willing to answer my question!?]

You know the answer.

W, who was repeatedly treated with such contempt, secretly made up his mind: Just wait!

But don't get her wrong, her idea is not to listen to her father Hedley's rhetoric and increase her "cheese".

You are a mollusk that can’t be carried on your shoulders or lifted with your hands!

Await your return!

Wait until you return to Rhode Island!

I want you to look good!

While W swore secretly, he didn't even think about how it would look "good-looking".

For a Sarkaz soldier like her, envisioning all sorts of "torture" and "revenge" was instinctive. She had also demonstrated this cruel instinct not long ago: with just a thought, she had beheaded an Ursus soldier without hesitation.

However, even the slightest measure of violence did not enter her mind, which was full of "revenge".

Based on her experience, she thought that as long as she closed her thoughts, Otto would not be able to read her mind directly.

But unfortunately... Otto could "hear" it from the beginning.

"Thank you." W refused Eyjafjalla's help, but added another sentence.

The lamb also smiled brightly.

Fine snow drifted, dotted on the coats of the Sarkaz girl and the lamb, reflecting the sun's brilliance and casting a halo over the two girls.

Chapter 232 The Price

The gigantic mobile city moves slowly, the alternating hum of its wheels composing a minor tune. The tune is simple yet not monotonous, seemingly repetitive yet always different.

There had been a massive rainfall not long ago, but almost every drop of water had evaporated again. Although the air was oppressive and suffocating, the ground was covered with dust.

As the governor of a city, Wei Yanwu's farewell was almost embarrassing: only closely related people participated in it.

"After the dust settles, please apologize to her for me?"

Wen Yueji spoke softly, reciting the words that Wei Yanwu had asked Bai Xue to convey not long ago (Chapter 150: Astonishing Wisdom).

"Great hero, you are truly a great hero. A great hero who saved the country and the people."

Seeing the couple talking, whether it was the military supervisors like Jie Zhen, Taihe, and Lin Qingyan, or relatives like Chen Huijie, they all adopted the classic posture of "eyes watching the nose and nose watching the heart".

"This..." Wei Yanwu was a little embarrassed: he said that at the time, but he didn't expect to have to face all this alive!

"That's fine with me." She said quietly, "But you actually pushed Xiao Chen into this position!"

"Have you ever considered what this will become of her!?"

Wei Yanwu unconsciously reached for his pipe, and then suddenly remembered that it seemed, probably, as if, or perhaps, he had been quitting smoking for who knows how many days?

Chen Huijie is a very responsible person.

If Wei Yanwu hadn't made these decisions, hadn't pressed down on her head, and put the goalposts on her shoulders... then once she knew any clues, she would definitely try to kill Black Snake alone like Wei Yanwu did.

However, it was the responsibility that Wei Yanwu had forcibly entrusted to Chen Huijie that forced Chen Huijie to watch Wei Yanwu go to the meeting alone.

The dragon claw twitched, grabbing the "Boomerang" report that Rhodes Island had just given and rubbing it twice. Wei Yanwu said bitterly, "I will become another me."

"Another you?" Wen Yue whispered, "She wouldn't push everything onto her nephew and play the role of a knight all by herself!"

"You shouldn't have hidden it from me." She shrugged.

"do not come."

Just as Chen Huijie was about to step forward, Wen Yue stopped her in a low voice.

"You've arranged this, arranged that, and if you're so sure you're doomed, why would you go?!"

"I'm sorry." Wei Yanwu didn't try to defend himself, but simply said, "I shouldn't have gone."

"...No, you should go." Wen Yue's hand trembled as she gently stroked Wei Yanwu's face. "Your past, your regrets, your failures, are all there."

"You should go," she repeated.

"Ahem..." Taihe couldn't bear to watch any longer. He reminded him, "Duke Wei is only on a diplomatic mission. It can't be considered... that kind of separation."

Separated by yin and yang, life and death.

"What if the little emperor Fedor goes crazy!" Wen Yue only said half of the sentence.

Due to the presence of Beijing officials, the former Crown Prince's mention of Edward, one of the royal family members of the Victorian Empire, and his daughter... was ultimately too abstract. Therefore, the speeches of Wei Yanwu and Wen Yue were somewhat enigmatic.

They were talking about Tallulah and Black Snake one moment and then they were talking about Castle St.

As a strong claimant to the throne, Wei Yanwu could be used to great effect if he were detained by Fyodor. However, detaining such a master was extremely difficult.

In addition, Wei Yanwu passed on the evidence that the inner guards were disrespecting the imperial power, and the trick behind the scenes was exposed. The young emperor was bound to draw most of his energy back to the country.

In order to prevent himself from being stabbed by the "sharp blade of Ursus" in the Wu-Yan foreign war, the Tsar himself had to protect Wei Yanwu well and try his best to ensure his safe departure.

Under such circumstances, Fyodor's attack on Wei Yanwu could only be described as "crazy".

"Wouldn't you like to come closer?" Ott asked.

Tallulah shook her head.

Otto looked at Jie Zhen and Taihe again.

……

On the way back to the Guard Bureau, Jie Zhen, Tai He and Chen Huijie rode in the same car.

"I wonder what the princess thinks about the change of guard..."

"Hey! Look at the road!" Jie Zhen interrupted Taihe: "You are driving!"

Then he laughed and said, "Taihe was promoted from the ranks, and sometimes he is too straightforward."

"Queen Chenliu, look at the rain these days!" Jie Zhen warned, "The humidity in Longmen is too high. Even though the veterans stationed there are still in their prime, it's really too much for them."

How did Wei Yanwu manage to "leave a descendant"?

"I think the troops from Yumen will arrive soon. If everything goes well for Duke Wei in Shengjun Fort, why not send a group of veterans to Yumen to take a break and get rid of the dampness!"

This was one of the promises he made!

"But I don't know which veterans the censor wants?" Chen Huijie counterattacked.

Jie Zhen quickly dodged it, declaring, "No, no, no, how could I possibly want it?"

As a border provincial capital, Longmen's integration of military and political power was inevitable. Border conflicts and frictions of all sizes were constant.

Most of the problems Longmen faced could be solved by the Imperial Guard. A few would necessitate the use of the military—though prior approval wasn't necessary, reports were required afterward. After all, the prospect of one-tenth, or even one-fifth, of Ursus' military deciding to attack a provincial capital in Dayan wasn't something you'd expect to see every day.

If we have to ask the Kitchen God for permission for everything like today, will we still be able to do business?

As a result, the Governor of Longmen controlled Longmen's finances and military for a long time, which inevitably led to a considerable number of garrison troops establishing a "deep friendship" with Wei Yanwu.

And this time, these "good friends" are about to say goodbye to Longmen.

They will be transferred to Yumen for rotation. At the same time, a considerable number of the garrison troops heading south from Yumen will stay in Longmen while waiting for changes.

This is to throw sand in Longmen while clearly weakening the power of the Governor of Longmen.

"Longmen's weather is already quite different from here, and the soldiers are already used to it. There's no question of whether or not to take a break." Chen Huijie added, "However, Yumen is indeed a great place to go."