Arknights, but the family has fallen again

In fact, it was while Otto was sleeping that he once again possessed Kal'tsit at the border.

"a ha ha ha……"

"Eyjafjalla, I'm not Kal'tsit. Outside of specific circumstances, I won't hinder attempts to move forward."

Kal'tsit's hands formed a bridge, and her cold and intellectual face, which was slightly different from the cat's own, was hidden behind it.

"I'm just asking you, would you commit suicide?"

"Huh!?" Eyjafjalla was a little puzzled. "Of course not! I will take good precautions!"

"No, I'm asking you: if a natural disaster strikes, would you risk your life to rescue those... who are still stranded in Chernobyl?"

The lamb was stunned: "Will anyone stay until then?"

Ott glanced at Eyjafjalla.

There is one ready-made one here.

"Senior! Don't look at me like a fool! I... I have a reason!" The lamb's face flushed red.

Ott remained noncommittal.

The look in the senior's eyes is really too much...

But, are there really such people?

A natural disaster has already struck Chernobyl once. Is there anyone who doesn't know the danger?

If I really meet such a person...should I help him?

No, no, no... I don't have the ability to save people in a natural disaster...

wrong!

This is an interview!

Only if I give the answer that the senior wants will he approve my application!

So...senior, do you want me to answer...yes?

How cunning! If I didn't lie, wouldn't there be no way I could get my application approved?

But I don't want to lie to my seniors...

With a sense of loss, Eyjafjalla said regretfully, "I'm afraid... I will save you."

"Ah."

Ott stamped the application form with his personal seal as a signature. Then he took out the official seal and stamped it again.

"Sign it, and fill in tomorrow, January 5th."

Eh!?

Seeing Eyjafjalla's incredible expression, Ott said, "This is just a special case. You are still serving in my office."

"Furthermore, you have only received the most basic emergency rescue training. Although you may have some talent, you are currently unable to complete emergency treatment work alone."

On Kal'tsit's fingertips, the Originium crystal shell slowly grew upwards, and eventually, several fan-shaped "leaves" grew on the crystal branches.

Unlike ordinary crystal shells, these leaves are a gorgeous golden yellow.

"senior?"

"I can't always keep an eye on you, so I need some props to remind myself."

Seeing Eyjafjalla's puzzled expression, Ott explained, "I left something similar for Ethan before, but he's in a condition where he can't really use it."

“And after practicing for a while, I can do small-scale body shaping.”

"However, the form does not affect its function."

Ott warned: "Anyone who is unwilling to evacuate Chernobog at that time is likely to have a very extreme personality."

“When you encounter someone who needs rescue but you cannot, crush a ginkgo leaf.”

"Don't reject me then."

Chapter 242: Potato, shut up!

"Is it done?"

The upper body of the Sarkaz girl hung from the side window of the carriage.

Ott glanced at her and said, "Don't you feel dizzy like this?"

"What a joke! I'm not a cephalopod like you!"

This girl, her cheese level is gradually becoming her knowledge level?

Ott even had some admiration for W's rapid improvement in knowledge in order to harm others.

Otto opened the window a little wider. W was stunned at first, then grinned and got into the carriage through the window.

The interior of the carriage was quite spacious. Although it was impossible to fit half of the house into the carriage, it could still accommodate four people safely.

If we squeeze in a little, seven or eight of them can be easily accommodated.

"The interior of this cart is so beautiful. Were you so extravagant when you were the Demon King?" The Sarkaz girl made small talk.

She tugged at the elegant decorations inside the carriage and said, "The nobles of the royal court live a life of drunkenness and debauchery, while we ordinary Sarkaz make a living by selling our blood—and it's so damn cheap!"

Outside the car, the mercenaries began whispering again.

"The head is so proactive!"

"Why is this car shaking?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The boss is very shy—at least the window must be closed."

“This meat is quite fragrant.”

"Give me a taste!"

"[Leitania swears] Go get it yourself!"

"[Gallic swear] Looking for trouble, huh?!"

"[Victoria swears] and you dare to fight back!"

Hedley looked at the undisciplined Sarkaz and couldn't help but feel a headache: these brats were only quick to learn swear words. Every time they arrived at a new place, the first words to expand their vocabulary were always the local swear words...

Inside the carriage, Otto picked up the tablet terminal and began to calculate the project progress.

He corrected: "I am not a Sarkaz."

W made a face: "Hard talk!"

Then, she got down to business: "How are you going to organize this legion?"

"The Sarkaz are very talented in Originium arts, but automated Originium weapons are too expensive."

"So? Can't you just be more straightforward?!"

"Technical weapons, including Originium bombs and artillery, all require sufficient mathematical knowledge and talent for Originium crafting. For ordinary races, these two conditions will screen out a large number of people from the outset."

"As for the Sarkaz, they often only need to ensure the former."

"Whether the Sarkaz are used in a concentrated manner or as a mixed force with other races, their combat effectiveness can be effectively improved."

Concentrated use is easy to understand, but mixed forces are exactly how Ott had previously infiltrated the Sarkaz into his soldiers. Actual combat has proven that this system can effectively utilize the liquefied gas backpack's tactical role.

"So..." The Sarkaz girl frowned and glanced out the window.

Hedley was teaching a few half-grown Sarkaz a lesson as they were fighting over the meat jerky.

"Stinky Otter, do you want Hedley to teach here?"

"Yes and no."

W sat down next to Ott, secretly leaned his head on his shoulder, looked at Ott's tablet, and saw those dizzying numbers and tables pouring down like a waterfall.

The noise outside the window meant almost nothing to her.

She swung her legs and muttered, "Is it or not!"

"Yes, I need Hedley to complete basic literacy work for the mercenaries. Many of them can speak some... unique offensive words in various languages, but most of them lack the ability to write and read." Otto also glanced out the window.

His hearing couldn't compare to the beast-eared girls, but these Sarkaz were a little too noisy.

W was furious: "What the hell! I can't write, what did I do to you?"

She was thinking of herself.

She'd been secretly studying for the past few days, but it had been a short time. Her progress, to put it in the language of high EQ, had been rapid, with the cheese content seven or eight times higher than it was two weeks ago.

Ott put the tablet down and said seriously, "If you don't have the ability to write or read, then you'll have to ask someone else to read the letter I write to you. If you want to write a letter to me, you'll have to ask someone for help."

"..." The Sarkaz girl said nothing.

"W?"

"I, I'll teach them a lesson!"

After saying that, the girl jumped out of the window.

Otto thought about it, opened the car door and walked out.

In the center of the town, Inès sat aside, watching Hedley and W bickering. Meanwhile, the Sarkaz had already begun to run around Hamlet Town in a punishing lap.

Seeing Ott's figure, Inès glanced at W and shouted maliciously: "Dr. Ott! W wants to write to you... Ugh!"

The Sarkaz girl covered her stepmother's mouth in an unfilial manner and shouted, "Potato! Shut up!"

"Doctor." Hedley said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to get any results in the short term."

W was excited again, and said with a mysterious pride: "At the border, the way time flows is special!"

"Border? I thought this was the Demon King's pocket world." Inès took advantage of W's distraction and broke free from her restraints.

"First of all, I'm not a Sarkaz; secondly, I'm not the Demon King now." Otto reiterated.

Inès rolled her eyes and pretended not to hear.

If Kal'tsit is willing to share some of her guesses with them, then the world that Otto created with the counterfeit "Crown" is indeed the "Devil's Pocket World."

But this guess itself is quite unreliable...

"I won't go into detail about the specific mechanics. At the outset, all you need to know is: make good use of the border area; one day is better than eight days."

The more educated one is, the more stunned he is.

Both Hedley and Inès were shocked by the act of bending the world's order to serve their own selfish interests.

"Yo! Doc Otter!"

While they were in shock, the genuine Rhode Island Otter seized the opportunity, extricated himself from the drudgery of drawing, and peeked in at the door of the former blacksmith shop.

"Mel." Ott greeted.

"That's a lot! With so many people to teach math and physics, we might not have enough people to do the mapping!"

Mel bowed exaggeratedly to W and the others, then introduced himself: "I am from Rhine Life, Ruterra Studio, at your service."

"Are you alone?" Inès was a little wary: "Not Rhodes Island?"

Even though it wasn't her turn to take action for the time being, and Rhodes Island wasn't the Tower of Babel... her hand still unconsciously moved to her waist.

Mel was completely oblivious. "Yeah, there are no other members. I'm the entire studio by myself. Pretty impressive, right?"

"Don't get excited." W put her head on Inès's shoulder and held Inès's hand. "Rhodes Island is Rhodes Island."

Not the Tower of Babel.

Not to mention, even during the Tower of Babel period, there were a lot of idealists from all over the world.

"...I didn't expect you to be the one to teach me this."

"Hmm?" Mel was still grinning. "What's wrong?"

"As the leader of the mercenaries and the guardian of a considerable number of people, they have doubts about your teaching level." Otto's answer cannot be said to be very appropriate, it can only be said to be completely unrelated.