Arknights, but the family has fallen again

After Theresa's assassination and the fall of the Tower of Babel, many members of the former Babel military and political group became disillusioned. Ultimately, those who chose to part ways with the Rhodes Island main ship clashed with those who remained.

Those who parted ways each had their own ideas, and some decided to return to Kazdel and avenge Theresa. To do this, they needed a new "Demon King" to serve as a banner, a leader, and perhaps also a puppet.

At that time, the news that Amiya "inherited the throne" was not a secret.

But when Ascalon, the director of "SWEEP", returned to the ship, all the traitors who participated in Theresa's assassination and those who should not know Amiya's secret had been eliminated, except for a certain doctor.

Preventing infiltration, assassination, and sabotage targeting Rhodes Island, carrying out covert operations, and resolving problems in this way are precisely what SWEEP does.

To a certain extent, "SWEEP" is independent of Ott's chain of command, which is why he made up an excuse to try to send in the Scavengers.

The scavenger threw out the silver coin and looked at the pattern.

"Graythroat, she's more than just Provence now."

Little Swallow looked up blankly.

"The Doctor is here too."

"what?"

After an irrelevant introduction that tried hard to cover up Otto's identity as "Sarkaz".

"...So, Doctor, you can also..." Gray Throat uttered the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "Attach to me?"

Ott said, "Cliff followed the clues today and discovered Stein's Free Lords' men. But their behavior and logic are very strange."

"Even after the natural disaster, conflicts arose and the village was divided into three parts, but these three villages were still nominally his fiefdom."

"However, the lord is deliberately cultivating analgesic addiction in the infected villages."

"Although from an economic perspective, there is indeed a considerable degree of profit margin, in the long run, it will undoubtedly harm his interests."

The scavenger couldn't help but interrupt: "What a short-sighted rat!"

Provence turned her pretty face towards her: No, aren't you Zarak?

"...this obsession with short-term gains may have its own internal logic, but it doesn't fit in with another thing."

"So?" Graythroat was a little dizzy. "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with my question just now?"

"The information sent back by the Rem Billiton and East Country teams is enough for me to locate the remaining village. However, considering that the terminal is no longer reliable and you lack sufficient authority to represent Rhodes Island, this is a more efficient approach."

The moonlight shone on Provence's lips, so breathtakingly beautiful: "I still have a lot of work to do, and I don't have time to possess you now."

...This is the doctor.

The scavenger forced his head back and continued to look out the window.

Chapter 281 The Messenger

"Provence, wake up. We're here."

The scavenger reached over the passenger seat expressionlessly and tapped the team leader's cheek.

Rupert opened his eyes in panic, "Waaaaaaaah! I'm melting!"

"...Huh! It was a dream! Ouch! My tail is so sore!" The big-tailed wolf breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly opened the car door and came out.

In the distance, the small village has appeared on the horizon along with the sun.

The street sweeper got off the car with him.

"You dream all the way through, but it's different from regular sleep; your brain is still functioning."

"Plus, your body is doing the driving all the time, so it's normal to be tired."

Graythroat shrank uncomfortably.

Why don’t you have time to possess me?

It’s obviously just that it’s not my turn yet!

Ott said, "The off-road vehicle isn't a good place to rest. Let's establish contact with the village first and then rest... huh?"

"...Get out of here!"

The feathered beast flapped its wings from the roof of the village, dropping feathers all over the ground.

An Elafian youth fled the village in a panic, shouting, "You can hate me... all you want! But the scourge... is coming!"

As the group drove closer, the conversation between the young man and the village became much clearer.

"...The natural disaster didn't come when it should have! And it came again when it shouldn't have come!" The gray-haired Rupert shouted, "We are homeless! It's all your fault!"

"Get out! Thor! With your Crisis Contract! Get out!"

"We were here before! But we were... Anyway! Please listen! The natural disaster has really come!"

"Why didn't any other messengers come?" Rupert demanded. "Why did it have to be you, a jerk with a long history of bad deeds?"

"..."

"Nothing to say!? Take your luggage! Get out!"

Old Rupert was still sharp as a knife. He grabbed the messenger's package and threw it far away.

After throwing the package away, he returned to the village angrily.

Crisis Contract...Thor?

Or an Elafia?

Zalak stuck his arm out the window and stopped the package.

Ott threw it back: "Catch it."

"Thank you... who are you?" Looking at the SUV and the equipment mounted on its roof, the young man from Elafia was overjoyed. "Messenger of the Scourge?"

Provence said energetically, "That's right! We are from Rhodes Island! The Scourge Messenger Team! The Provence Team!"

"Why are you naming things like that?" Graythroat asked in surprise. "The Rembilto team, the East Country team, shouldn't you call it the Syracuse team?"

"Don't worry about these details!" Provence opened the passenger door and introduced them one by one: "I am the captain, the Messenger of Natural Disaster Provence! They..."

"Rhodes Island Operator, codenamed Scavenger." Ott gave Provence a look, intentionally distancing himself from the young man and said, "The most urgent thing now is to go into the village and find a bed for you to rest. After all, Provence drove all night."

Graythroat understood Otto's hint and said coldly, "Rhodes Island Operator, codename Graythroat."

Elafia also acted out an exaggerated cheerfulness: "I'm the Messenger of Scourge! Thor! Anyway, now that we've all gotten to know each other, some of the villagers here..."

Graythroat chased after Ott: "Wait for me! Scavenger!"

Provence took the necessary supplies and said to Thor before leaving, "Excuse me... We need to establish contact with the villagers first... Mr. Thor, please help keep an eye on the car."

Thor smiled awkwardly: "It should be."

This messenger of the Scourge (Note ①), Thor, is the "Black Hand" in the event "Twilight of Volramund".

When the Leithanian mobile town of Warrenmud was in dire straits due to a sudden natural disaster, he brought a crisis contract.

He successfully persuaded Voldemort's resident Scourge Messenger, Biederman, to murder Rhodes Island's medical operator, Anto, by extreme means, thereby attracting external intervention and saving Voldemort.

Old Luper was incredulous: "Is this place so easy to find?! Don't tell me you are also messengers of the Scourge!"

Ott shamelessly overturned the positioning he had repeatedly emphasized at Longmen: "We are a mobile medical platform, Rhodes Island."

He clearly claimed before that his company specializes in pharmaceuticals!

"On our way to resupply, we encountered a natural sandstorm." Ott's words were filled with a sense of right and proper. "Out of compassion as doctors, we decided to notify the areas where it might wreak havoc."

"I am... never mind, it has no name now. Anyway, I am the chief of this village for now." Old Rupert accepted this setting.

He sighed: "If I had met such a good Messenger of Scourge before, instead of a jerk like Thor..."

"I'll notify the village to prepare for relocation." Old Rupert's eyes dimmed.

It just so happens that there's somewhere to go. Optimistically, it's closer to the shipping lane than this location. Pessimistically, it's closer to the lord...

"You have come from afar, I should have entertained you personally, but..." The village chief said with difficulty: "The lord's tax collectors have occupied my house."

"Tax collector?" the scavenger asked. "Such a small village shouldn't pay much in taxes, so why do you look like a permanent resident?"

Old Rupert was speechless.

The desolate land is dotted with brown vegetation, and as the vision continues to stretch deeper, even this sparse green is integrated into the numb loess.

There is almost no clear dividing line between the two similar terrains.

The Mudstone Team's actions seemed to cut through this vague boundary, and they emerged from the depths of the arid desert.

"I didn't expect there's water underground!" the Sarkaz warrior praised, "As expected of a Sargon!"

Reboba's eyes widened: "Who said Reboba must be from Sargon?"

"Are you or not?"

"Yes!"

"Then why are you refutating?!"

"That's not accurate at all!" Reboba said. "Besides, it can't simply be called underground!"

"That's a well! Do you understand a well?!"

"I thought it was called 'channel'!"

"It's all the same! In this kind of place, it doesn't matter whether it rains or not, but how to save the rainwater!" Riboba kept talking, as if he had the energy of life.

goo...

But there was a little dissent in his stomach.

"Don't worry, my friends told me there's a village ahead." Mudstone said calmly, "We still have some Originium ingots, which should be enough to exchange for a lot of supplies."

The Sarkaz warrior asked, "Boss, can you please stop calling that thing 'friend'? It's creepy!"

"……is that so?"

This ship, soon.

"Amiya, what do you think?"

Faced with Otto's sudden question, the little rabbit was stunned at first, but immediately gave a smooth answer...

Chapter 282: Position

"The infected village is the one that has recovered the best among these villages."

"Stein had already discovered it, but he didn't assign any tax collectors! If he was so eager to make a quick buck, regardless of the consequences, he should have sent the tax collectors!"

"But we discovered the tax collector in Chief Luper's village. Add to that the attitude of these villages towards the Messenger of Scourge, and Miss Yuehe's discovery...ah!"

"Go on." Otto remained calm and continued to knead Amiya's long rabbit ears.

"Doooc! My ears are itchy!"

"Huh? Is that so?" The despicable man raised his eyebrows, pulled his fingers outward a little, and slowly scratched the fur on the inner edge of the rabbit's ear.

"Hahahaha! Dooooc! Stop teasing me!"

Amiya laughed tremblingly and "tried" to break free from Otto's arms - if she really wanted to break free, Otto's physical strength would be completely unable to stop her.

After the two of them played around for a while, the little rabbit continued cheerfully, "Free Lords are very awkward in the Leithanian peerage system. Another name for this title is 'Imperial Baron.' It refers to those barons who are promoted and granted by the Leithanian Emperor and are directly loyal to the Emperor himself."

As we all know, the Emperor of Holy Rai is a position with a "bright future".

The name of the bizarre "small country" Leithnia, which was based on the Holy Roman Empire and combined Prussia and Austria, was directly derived from the "Inner Leithnia" and "Outer Leithnia" regions of the Austro-Hungarian Empire...

It combines the shortcomings of all the above countries, but with almost none of the advantages attributed to them by the upper-level narrators, except for the music.

And being elected in a country like this...

The feudal contract is a mess, the marriage relations are complicated and tangled, and it's getting harder and harder to move forward. If you hadn't suddenly heard in Utica that the monkeys who were choosing brothers had decided to let you ascend to the throne... It's not modesty, you should seek help from someone else!

The difficulty of reforming the copy of Leithania is much greater than conquering it bit by bit after the internal explosion - at least the latter does not require facing a privilege letter signed by the great-great-great-grandfather.

Ott kneaded Amiya's little face and said, "That's right."

"Outsiders, especially Victorians, might try to sort out the titles within Leithania and create a rational, top-down pyramid, but Leithania's unique elective monarchy has created a large number of 'barons', 'viscounts', 'earls', and even 'dukes' in various forms."

"Most of them were imperial bureaucrats with limited terms as part of a certain emperor's attempt to centralize power. However, in the vacuum after the emperor or his family lost the throne, they cleverly manipulated power to transform this official position into a hereditary title of nobility."