Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Ott first said to Kal'tsit: "Don't worry about the villagers. After seeing the natural disaster with their own eyes, they will start to turn their heads 180 degrees."

Chapter 289: North Leithanian Tradition

A fierce wind swept up from both ends of the sky and earth, pushing clouds and dust to the front line. The invisible force thus gained a concrete form, crushing the light and the villagers' hope.

First came the rain of gravel, followed by huge fragments of Originium, which kept bombarding the portholes. The continuous noise even drowned out the operating noise of Rhodes Island itself!

The scene before them awakened the memories of the villagers.

In the temporary cabin, they all fled from the portholes at the same time, as if they would be hurt by the sight alone.

In a panic, they couldn't help but talk nonsense to vent their emotions.

"It's all true!"

"I said Miss Yuehe is a good person!"

"When did you say that? I even said Naboz was a good lord!"

"Nonsense! You even pronounced the person's name wrong!"

Watching this scene on the surveillance screen, Kagami put down the report in his hand and said helplessly, "Doctor, changing the route specifically for this scene, isn't that a bit too petty?"

Ott propped up his chin with both hands, his eyes expressionless. "They'll clean the deck."

Taking a bath on the edge of a sandstorm would indeed protect the Rhodes Island main ship from damage. However, the subsequent cleaning and maintenance work would be led by the Engineering Department!

"I have no objection," Kagami said quickly.

Ott glanced at the report, which was co-signed by Warden Tallulah.

After the air raid, the surviving remnants of the Witch King were basically receiving high-cost self-paid treatment in the Rhodes Island ship-borne prison.

After their treatment, they will serve their sentences under Rhode Island's largest prisoner and most powerful warden.

Ott took off his signet ring and stamped it: "How is the new process?"

"The sealing is better than I expected. While that year was quite unconventional, the idea was quite inspiring," Vulcan said succinctly. "However, after a field inspection, I believe its performance still cannot match that of a legitimate cannon."

"This is a cannon for aerial combat," Ott corrected. "Its focus is on suppressing ground units at high speed."

Vulcan frowned. "But considering the Winter Soldier series' philosophy of abandoning Originium techniques as much as possible during the operational phase, the Winter Soldier machine guns will probably struggle to inflict sufficient damage on powerful individuals or large groups!"

This is a side dish.

With the expansion of the Originium electronics industry, Rhodes Island is now in a position to pursue larger and more powerful weapons.

"The idea behind the Winter Soldier is to lower the barrier to entry for use," Ott said. "But the number of combat units a craft can carry is limited, so a certain degree of elitism is more appropriate."

"You mean, add a few more warlocks?"

Ott nodded and shook his head: "Add a few sets of weapons that require higher technology."

Vulcan thought thoughtfully: "If that's the case, then the Winter Guard IV is already usable."

"Remember to inform Tallulah... By the way, she has already left on the aircraft, so I will come back by myself." Otto stood up and pushed open the office door.

The flames burst open the door.

The first thing to break into the room was a slender arm restrained with linen "shackles".

The tax collector wanted to show off his power, so he went downstairs and cursed: "If you keep making such a fuss, I'll increase the tax..."

Gulu.

The "Vaifan" in front of him intentionally held up a ball of magic that looked like fire and looked at him silently.

"Mr. Tax Collector," Tallulah said, "Please come with me."

"...What do you want to do?" Faced with such undisguised violence, even a person like the tax collector could regain a bit of clarity.

"Judgment."

"Where are my... where are the guards assigned by my lord?" The tax collector took a step back and began to tremble all over.

"Those remnants of the previous dynasty whose origins are unknown have been dealt with." said Atrias.

"You are nothing but a group of Scourge messengers! Even the Crisis Contract does not have the power to take action against Leithanian officials!" He looked around, as if expecting a divine soldier to descend from the sky, but he already had a premonition of his own end.

The slender sword-shaped staff was placed on the tax collector's neck.

Greedy, corrupt, incompetent officials and sinister, cunning and cruel petty lords... The scene before her was so similar to everything in the Koschei territory that Tallulah couldn't help but regain some of her anger.

"Listen carefully. Even before you formed a relationship with the remnants of Helhunzollon, your lord was not worthy of acting in the name of the official Leithanian state."

With excitement, her sword seemed to tremble.

The tax collector noticed the flaw of "Vaifan" in front of him and had no time to think about it. He immediately ran away.

puff.

As a small reward for awakening Tallulah's rage, the long sword intentionally pierced the tax collector's ankle.

"what!!!!"

three days later.

The sandstorm finally dissipated after sweeping across part of the waterway.

The residents of the three villages no longer care about the natural disaster that almost destroyed their families.

They are focused on something more ethereal and more real.

revenge.

Or rather, justice.

Next to the second-hand mining platform, villagers gathered around the clearing where the cross was erected.

They stared at the black glove on the shelf and held their breath.

The tax collector was still physically healthy, but his spirit was extremely depressed.

The trial had been going on for quite some time.

"... August 1095, , Greg Village..."

"...August 1095, , Pulian Town..."

Tallulah held up the tax collector's private account, which was more like a diary, and read out his evil deeds one by one. Beside him, the street sweeper held a hatchet, his face gloomy.

"Sheep, deer, and wolves! What crime has this man committed?!"

There were other races present, but Tallulah was calling out to the main race of Leitania. In other words, she was calling out to "Leitania."

Leitania, what crime has this lowly tax collector committed?

"death penalty!"

"kill him!"

"Let him pay!"

The light in the tax collector's twisted eyes was gone, leaving only a pool of resentment. "If I deserve the death penalty for something like this, then what about that beast (similar to a pig) Stein?"

"die!!!"

Soon, the villagers were repeating the word in unison.

"die!"

"die!"

"die!"

The tax collector grinned and exclaimed ecstatically, "Great, great! Rhodes Island! Go kill Stein! Go kill him yourself!"

Ott stood up from the villagers and stretched out his hand to signal them to be quiet.

Neither the tax collector nor the operator had expected a scene to happen—these villagers, who were both lovable and hateful, stubborn and loyal, ignorant and steadfast...

It actually gradually quieted down.

"A-choo!" A child quickly covered his mouth.

A mixture of respect and awe was cast from the villagers' eyes onto the robed "sorcerer".

Ott's voice was not loud, but they tried their best to listen.

"He should have died a few days later than you. But now it's your turn."

From the shadows of the hood came a command that sent shivers down the Leitanians' spines, yet filled them with excitement:

"Hamolin, Blood Eagle."

Chapter 290 Intimacy

March 1097, 3, afternoon. Trillintermez, the capital of Leithania.

"Lizelotte, have you ever thought about a question?" The black-haired queen leaned on the railing with her back to her sisters, her tight military uniform outlining her graceful curves.

"Ever since that September, I, we have been thinking about that problem all the time." The White Queen's long hair, like molten gold, continued to outline the shape of her breasts as she walked.

"We'll never be able to wipe them all out." Hildegard turned, her black hair ruffled by the breeze. "As long as we're here, there will always be a steady stream of people claiming to be the Witch King's remnants."

"It's not about whether they want to go back to Otto's time, it's about whether they want to face us."

After the death of the Witch King Otto, the whole of Leithnia suddenly became full of people who supported the Witch King.

Those nobles who turned their heads and butts 360 degrees... it's not surprising that they suddenly became supporters of the Witch King.

Whoever is on the throne will oppose whom!

This opera has been sung in Leithania for nearly a thousand years.

Most of the true followers of the Witch King had already been killed by the Twin Queens, leaving only a few scattered and insignificant remnants.

Facing her sister's frankness, Liselotte's graceful face still had a warm smile, but the words she uttered were chilling:

"Then keep killing."

Without waiting for the radical Hildegard to object, the conservative Liselotte continued with a smile, "Let's not talk about these spoilers."

"The Golden Law Guards recently brought good news."

Liselotte couldn't wait to share with her sisters: "They captured a group of remnants of the Witch King in the east."

"Lizelotte!" Hildegard said half annoyed.

"They are the true remnants of the Witch King—they used the natural disaster to infect an entire village, just to study Otto's magic."

The Black Sheep was silent for a while, then became even more annoyed: "Damn it! They really can't kill them all!"

The blonde queen smiled and took the opportunity to gather her sister's hair.

"Who's standing behind them!?"

Liselotte replied, "Just dealt with a baron."

The Black Sheep became alert again: "How many more do you want to... handle? The eastern border is very close to Ursus and Casimir. Don't be willful!"

Liselotte said calmly, "There are also Syracuse, Kazdel, and Da Yan."

"Don't change the subject!"

"Those villagers used their properties as collateral to obtain long-term medical care and insurance services from a pharmaceutical company that was about to pass through the border."

Contrary to her cold, ruthless and strong appearance, the black sheep "Ruthless Authority (Helinmart)" Hildegard is actually a "loving mother" who cares about every one of her people.

And the Aries "Eternal Grace (Ivignade)" Liselotte, who seems kind, gentle and generous... she is a conservative.

The Black Sheep had indeed been "tricked." She no longer worried about how many nobles Liselotte would have to deal with, but instead asked the villagers, "How are they doing now?"

Liselotte played with her sister's hair and explained, "The villagers bought back their mining company. Rhodes Island invested in it with technical support, and used the long-term profits to cover the medical expenses."

"Buyback? Where did they get the money?" Hildegard immediately realized, "Medical expenses are being converted twice? That piece of land is worthless... Is this Rhodes Island doing charity?"

Liselotte's eyes flashed dangerously. "I don't really believe that..."

Then she smiled again. "There's one interesting thing: these villagers moved the entire village onto the mining platform."