Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Chapter 243: Engineer Thinking

"...Yeah." Ines nodded slightly to Otto, thanking him for helping her explain.

Inès's gaffe had its reasons.

The term "servants of the country" gave W and his two companions endless imagination.

Although they have confirmed Otto's amnesia from various sources, the days they have been employed by Rhodes Island in recent days have made them clearly feel the remaining traces of the Tower of Babel.

Those familiar elite operators, those seemingly correct corridors and doors... as well as Kal'tsit, Otto, and the little rabbit that lingered around Theresa.

Kal'tsit said a lot of nonsense such as "Rhodes Island is Rhodes Island" and "Rhodes Island's goal is to cure Originium disease", which made the truth more obvious.

But in terms of actions, the one who has the final say now is the insane Otto.

But he is unfamiliar with everything!

If it weren't for Kal'tsit and the influence of other elite operators, how could a person with amnesia care so much about a group he doesn't identify with?

Deldina, servant of the land...

One army is directly under "Kazdel", and the other army is directly under the "Demon King".

The intensity of his ambition almost bursts from the words.

If Theresa hadn't been assassinated, Babel, having regained control of Kazdel, would have been the undisputed victor of the civil war. And His Highness's ambitions would have been unimpeded.

Even at the end of the war, Hedley and other mercenaries, tired of the escalating battle and fearing the cold victory of the "evil spirit", left; even though most of them may have lacked the ability or willingness to understand Theresa's vision; even though they may not even agree with that future...

But Theresa's figure, like the warm winter sun, is still imprinted in their hearts.

And her death is an eternal pain in their hearts.

In the dead of night, although it was meaningless, Hedley still had a reverie from time to time: What if Theresa survived the assassination...

And Inès knew all about it.

She could see clearly that Hedley had once again foolishly and recklessly put all his chips on Rhodes Island. Even more helpless was that W had reached the age of love and was beginning to feel the urge to do so.

Previously, as mercenaries and foreign troops, they had not only never witnessed this "Devil's Pocket Dimension," but could only glimpse it through fragments of mythology. Now, after losing his memory, Ott has even dragged his partner, Columbia, into the fray...

Otto felt helpless: Inès is not a Sarkaz at all!

Mel patted his chest and assured, "It's just the calculation of the bombardment parameters. I can learn it quickly!"

This time it was W who couldn't hold back. She changed her previous confident attitude of "I trust Otto" and became dissatisfied and moved.

【What's the matter? 】

Following Ott's mental connection, the Sarkaz girl puffed up her cheeks.

"She can't even calculate the landing point now, how can I let her teach my soldiers!"

If you can read and teach people, then this should be your job.

[Smelly otter! You look down on me, don't you? Just wait! I'll learn it and show you right away!]

Having stimulated her so many times, she should be able to maintain her enthusiasm for a long time.

Otto followed up with a nonchalant sentence: [Keep going, I’m rooting for you.]

[Stinky otter! What's that tone!?]

【The mental link has no tone.】

[Nonsense! This contemptuous feeling clearly means you're looking down on me!]

I look down on everyone equally.

Only the Sarkaz, who were in exceptional physical condition, had finished their group circling and were now being forced by W and his men to repair the buildings as laborers.

In the town of Hamlet, there used to be a "guild." It served as a place for heroes to upgrade their skills, somewhat similar in concept to a "mercenary guild." Now, the mercenaries are turning it into a "night" school.

"Hey, I've been drawing for so long. Doc Otter, I'm so grateful for keeping me informed!" Mel approached Otto with a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Even though we have the help of the sleep device and a ready-made structure to refer to, isn't your project manager pushing us too hard?"

"Every assigned task is stuck right on the edge of completion! Who is that supervisor hiding behind PRTS?" Mel whispered stupidly, "Such a ruthless project supervisor must be crazy about promotion!"

"I think you and Kal'tsit should be careful of him!"

The "project manager" you're complaining about is right in front of you.

Otto didn't answer her, but simply said, "The next mapmaking will involve some of Rhodes Island's secret technology, and Rhodes Island will have to focus its attention on the Malta."

"In the absence of other projects to advance, utilizing partner operators like you for teaching purposes can also help avoid some things that none of us want to happen."

"Ote! Be a little more tactful sometimes! You are so blunt that it makes me miss Tremont a little bit." Mel said helplessly.

"I have something good to show you!" She quickly cheered up: "Although my supervisor was very strict, I still found time to complete it..."

"Qiang Qiang!"

Only a tiny "Meebo" was heard from the blacksmith shop!

A cuddly mechanical otter trotted over to the two of them. Unlike the various wire-controlled mechanical devices that occupied most of Mel's dorm room, this "Mibo" was extremely simple.

"Although we lack the assistance of robotic arms here, and there aren't abundant resources available!" Mel held the mechanical otter high, revealing the large red button under its belly, "there are even inhumane insider supervisors who exploit us like crazy!"

"But! Genius engineer Mel! He successfully used the simple materials at the junction! He built the first Mibo at the junction! Mibo Prototype!"

"It's technically trivial, but in engineering terms, it's like programming on a landline phone!"

The real otter spun Mibo Prototype around and around until she felt dizzy. Her movements were very similar to the way Otto happily spun around with Amiya in his arms.

"amazing."

However, your workload is not sufficient.

"Yue..."

The spinning in circles eventually took its toll—Mel knelt down awkwardly, and poor Mibo Prototype followed suit.

Ott tried to reach out to the little guy.

The mechanical otter turned its head to look at Mel, tentatively crawled towards Otto, and then bit Otto's finger.

"Doc Otter!" Mel immediately released Mibo's kiss. She said in frustration, "It would be great if the program could be copied directly."

Although he released it in time, Otto's fingers were still slightly red and swollen.

Seeing this, Engineer Anati, who was a little dizzy, faced a simple and direct problem and came up with a simple and direct solution - a warm, soft and moist place to accommodate Otto's fingers.

Mel mumbled, "Saliva helps...recovery."

Chapter 244 It’s Not My Business Anyway

"Dr. Otto!" The tomboy horse girl waved at Otto from afar.

And Ott's head felt dizzy.

The feeling of seven days passing in an instant was still hard to bear. However, after so many times, Otto had become somewhat accustomed to it.

This time, the dungeon was led by Patriot, and accompanied by Finn, Clos and Yanrong from the Action Reserve Group A1, who were also members of the Ruins.

Unlike Otto, these "heroes" have not yet had in-depth contact with the rules of the Dark Dungeon, so there is no "level limit" problem for the time being.

The primary purpose of sending this lineup into the dungeon was to forcefully push Hamlet's progress. Even training Team A1 was merely a side job.

"Ah... I'm so tired... Doctor, I want to sleep on a soft big bed..." Cross half closed her eyes and leaned against Yan Rong.

"Let go! I'm tired too!" Yan Rong said this, but he didn't really mean to push Cross away.

Joining Ott in welcoming the team back were Furong and Miguel. They were both in Group A1, but since the veteran team had chosen Patriot as their "spiral leveling" hero, with only four heroes in the lineup, it was naturally difficult for them to get on the field.

"I'm a little envious..."

Furong encouraged him, "It will definitely be our turn next time!"

Ott also put his hand on Beagle's orange hair and rubbed it.

"Everyone will have a turn."

Watching the scene before him, Wendigo put away his power halberd and said, "Your young man lacks exercise."

Ott raised an eyebrow.

From this line, it is really hard to tell that the patriots are quite happy.

Maybe he actually likes children?

No, not just children—he liked young people. His feelings for his dead son shifted to young people who seemed to him to exhibit similar traits...

"Even without using witchcraft, pathologically digging into the secrets of others is still an extremely rude and provocative act." The old man said dissatisfiedly, "Don't whitewash yourself with words! I can see it!"

The look is a bit too revealing...

Ott admitted it straightforwardly: "Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine."

After confirming that Otto really had lost his memory, the Patriots' attitude towards him softened somewhat - probably because they regarded Otto as a young man as well.

“Not everyone is as sensitive as I am,” he taught. “Use your wisdom to discern.”

"You slow enemy, you deserve it!"

Although his throat was repaired, he still retained some of his language habits from that time.

Bozhukast heard a strange sound and asked uncertainly, "Sarkaz...teaching?"

Ott nodded.

But don't be too happy, old man...

Bozhukastai entrusted the children of A1 to Otto and walked towards the "Guild".

"...a parabola is a parabola..."

"…the general form is 'y=ax²+bx+c'…"

"...the two-point equation that works best for us is 'y=a(xb)(xc)', although in reality we have to consider factors like wind speed and air friction..."

"...one point is the starting point, the other point is the landing point..."

Mel stood on the podium, with the cute yet ferocious Mibo Prototype as his assistant, explaining to the Sarkaz the most basic concepts in the calculation of bombardment elements.

On the blackboard, Mel deliberately drew several sets of parabolas.

"Meebo! Show me!"

A miniature Originium cannon was slung on the back of the mechanical otter. Following Mel's remote control, the cannon instantly fired a tracer bullet.

For educational purposes, the initial velocity of the tracer bullet was quite low, so its trajectory almost followed Meier's parabola.

"...After the shell is fired, horizontally..."

The patriot watched all this silently by the window.

Good news, the Sarkaz can go to school again.

Bad news, what we learned is how to fight.

Or the other way around?

Old Man Wendigo sealed the scene before him in his heart, and it fermented endlessly along with other raw materials.

Ott came to him.

"After seven days of literacy training, the mercenaries can already recognize quite a few words."

"Is that enough to understand the equations?"

"I guess he doesn't understand."

“Why do you want to do this?”

"The bombardment parameters don't require them to solve equations on the spot. More important than the ability to solve equations is knowing how to calculate the values and how to insert them into tables." Ott replied, "Just as you experienced during your service, and just as your troops are doing now."

"You know what my problem is."

"I can only say that I guessed it. But Mr. Bozhuocasti, I can't read minds."

"..." Wendigo snorted paranoidly, not believing it at all: "What's the point of forcing them to learn this?"

"Look at that Sarkaz, his eyes haven't even moved."

"He's over a hundred and fifty years old. It's unrealistic to expect him to learn anything passively."

The Wendigo felt a subtle embarrassment.