Arknights, but the family has fallen again

"Now, they call themselves Eagle (Habsburg)."

"A castle without a lord?" Black Sheep pondered for a moment: "Lizelotte!"

"Ok?"

"I intend to grant it autonomy."

"To what extent?"

"Bloody justice." Black Sheep narrowed his eyes.

"A warning to the nobles?"

"Give them a warning!" The Black Sheep nodded, then slapped the White Sheep's hand away: "They're all rolled up!"

Blood justice was a system where the shedding of blood was permitted. In other words, it involved corporal punishment, including the death penalty. This was a highly symbolic power generally vested in the nobility and their authorized representatives.

Naturally, as the greatest noble, the Gemini Queens can also grant this power to someone.

…or a town.

Liselotte sighed, "I don't like reform."

"We can't just tear it down and start over, right?" Black Sheep was helpless at first, but then he mustered up the courage: "We still have time."

Liselotte remained silent.

Leithania is built on a solid and ancient foundation.

The "Golden Rule" is not only a legal document that unifies the nine tribes and Syracuse into Leithania, but also a classical and elegant ensemble that instills aesthetics, morality and music into the hearts of every Leithanian.

This ancient spell grows stronger with every day that Leithania exists, every day that it is performed.

However, the once advanced and otherworldly organizational model and social ecology were gradually left behind by the times. Syracuse's secular incompatibility further disrupted the entire "Golden Rule" spell.

Leithania needs to change, but reforming it requires literally wrestling with her ancestors!

Since the covenant was established, since the chorus began... only one person has ever made changes to the music. And only that person has made any real difference to Leitania's reforms.

Otto.

The Witch King, Otto Dietmar Gustav von Utica.

"Lizelotte? Come back to your senses." Black Sheep said unhappily, "Why did you suddenly freeze?"

She half-jokingly said, "You don't really want to tear down Leitania and start over, do you?"

Leithania-Casimir border.

Before the administrators could confirm again and again that the huge ship posed no threat, Ott sat at the dining table, waiting for the celebration of the atrocity.

"Why is it a RemBitto dish?!" Provence stretched his tail and complained indignantly: "We Syracuse people have also made great efforts!"

"Although I don't care..."

I'm already a concubine, and you don't care?

Yan quietly rolled his eyes.

Yue He smiled and said, "But I am also somewhat confident in the cuisine of the Eastern Kingdom."

"Clang clang!" Baoxing, with excitement, put on baking gloves and placed the entire baking tray directly on the table.

"Fresh from the oven! Charlotte's special! Carrot pie!"

In the rectangular baking pan are two carrot pies with an enticing aroma, a crispy bottom and a soft crust.

Only then did she notice the other operators at the table: "You must be kidding! This is... just a sample!"

"I thought it would be a good opportunity to invite everyone together and have a celebration party," said Otto.

what.

I understand. This isn't a question of which country's cuisine is being cooked; it's a question of people.

Provence shut up obediently, but Yuehe's eyebrows curved.

Taking anything will only make me healthy!

Charlotte divided the pie for everyone in a somewhat low voice.

"Be careful of the burn."

The portion originally meant for the reunion of a family of three is now a bit small and can only be used for tasting.

She quickly became cheerful again: "Otto! You're so silly! If you had told me in advance, I could have done something else!"

"Shasha! Something else? Why? Shasha!" Reinhardt started eating despite having a high fever.

"What can you taste like this?" Duanya rubbed his eyebrows.

"...It tastes so bland!" Reinhardt exclaimed. "Even though Rem Billiton isn't strong, this is too bland!? It's not sweet at all!"

"Hey! Reinhardt!" Cliff shouted.

Ott became interested: "Not sweet?"

He cut a small piece into pieces, cooled it slightly, and put it in his mouth.

"It's really not sweet!" After saying that, Otto put in another piece and chewed it slowly.

Duanya sighed helplessly: "This is too rude! Why did I suddenly become a common sense person!?"

A sweet smile appeared on the corner of the violent mouth.

Amiya buried her head in the violence's chest: "What a nostalgic taste!"

"Oh no! There's flour on me! Dirty!" Baoxing held up the baking gloves and helplessly let Amiya act coquettishly.

A familiar...smell?

The operators pricked up their ears.

"Well, Doc Otter," Violence whispered softly, "this is the flavor you used to like."

"...No wonder." Otto suddenly realized: "I can't really accept desserts that are too sweet."

Yue He pondered: "Not sweet" desserts...Yan Country? Dong Country?

The operators whispered:

“Can pie be considered a dessert?”

"Does it count?"

"Doesn't it count?"

"The Doctor has the final say."

"Then forget it!"

Chapter 291: Military Town Incidents

Violence held his chin and watched Otto and Amiya enjoy the food.

Then, she said contentedly, "Since Doc Otter is planning a celebration party, why don't we all do it together!"

"Indeed! Such love-filled... hurts!" Reinhardt had only said half of his teasing words when the usually silent Ye Dao gave him a physical reminder.

She was hesitant about which one to support between Theresa and Kal'tsit, but Charlotte was definitely not in Ye Dao's consideration.

"Indeed, I didn't think it through."

This is a lie.

Ott took the initiative to stand up and invited: "How about everyone come together to celebrate the victory based on their own abilities?"

This small-scale "celebration banquet" was primarily intended for the Scourge Messengers and their temporary escorts, who had recently suffered the most. After all, as the business grew, the news of "possession" couldn't be known to everyone. Therefore, granting authority to the Scourge Messengers to avoid future troubles during their "arrival" was a perfect fit.

From a certain perspective, it is also a signal released by Otto to publicize the uniqueness, directness and closeness of the "Messenger of Natural Disaster".

So, is it more intimate to prepare a sumptuous and luxurious banquet in advance, or to cook with Ott himself?

Naturally it is the latter.

Although Otto had no interest in artificially separating the upper and lower levels, he was still too busy with work. The entire Rhodes Island, including the logistics staff, had thousands of operators.

Most operators have only a few chances to see Otto.

Yue He chuckled softly, as if realizing something, but still said, "Even so, it would be disrespectful for me to refuse!"

It’s hard, it’s hard to defend Dongguo cuisine!

The moment the despicable Otto stepped into the kitchen, he shifted most of his attention to other tasks.

It won’t delay you at all!

Shipboard prison, warden's cell.

Tallulah shook her head and thought to herself, "I thought you were just hanging out together. How come you have time to come to my place?"

Ott simply said: [I retained the necessary attention.]

The dragon girl reached out for a medical textbook, picked it up and flipped through a few pages.

"Are you studying medicine?"

She asked herself again and answered: "Now I suddenly have all the time in the world, and I happen to be on a hospital ship."

This scene looks quite terrifying.

The Dragon Girl wrinkled her nose again. "Don't interact with Kal'tsit. Due to certain factors, to ensure accurate communication, the effective information content of her words is extremely low."

Is there a possibility that this damn way of speaking can be learned from you?

"...What on earth are you doing here?"

As the most dangerous prisoner and sole warden in Rhode Island, Tallulah's office is a prison cell separated by a screen.

Ott took the key directly from the desk and opened the door from the inside.

"It's time to deal with our new prisoner."

……

Looking at the SUV going away, Long Nu held her forehead with her hand and said, "You mean to release him?"

The person driving it had healthy legs and feet, and there was no sign that Thor's lower body had been shattered.

Ott turned around and looked at the Zwonek official who was negotiating with Kel'tsit. He said, "If he is allowed to cross the border, then there is no point in saving him."

"We don't have a direct intelligence line to Trilintelme. It's unclear how the Twin Queens will view the affairs of the border nobles: will they use them as bargaining chips in political transactions, to extract concessions from the nobles? Or will they use them as an excuse to launch a massacre and purge the entire east?"

"To be on the safe side, we must give the Leithanian bureaucracy an excuse for its laziness, an all-purpose sinner."

Tallulah prodded Ott: "I thought Mr. Know-It-All could figure out their attitudes."

"When you flip a coin, which side is up?" Ott asked.

“Furthermore, everyone’s decision-making is subject to endless interference at every moment,” he added. “Perhaps just a subtle difference in the information presented before or after a meal can lead to a completely different decision for a small town like the Habsburgs.”

After all, it's too small to be relevant to the overall situation.

The Dragon Girl quietly watched the off-road vehicle purchased from the village of Casimir, which had been used countless times, approach the heart of Leithania and disappear at the end of her sight.

"Looks like you hate that Thor."

Otto didn't answer directly: "There are many scapegoats who can fool Leitania and make them turn a blind eye. I just choose which ones to kill."

Tax collectors, remnant warlocks, Thor the Messenger of the Scourge, or the informal heads of the three villages...any one of them can report to the Letanian bureaucracy.

"Could he possibly thank you?"

"About his legs, indeed."

Of course Ott hated Thor.

In the original world, Thor's hometown of Warrenmuth was cut off from shipping by a natural disaster, destroying all winter supplies and planting areas. To save Warrenmuth, Thor chose the most drastic approach: killing Rhodes Island's field doctor, Antor, and attracting outside forces.

"He stole our car and got into an accident. There aren't many people in Rhode Island who can treat that kind of broken bone."