Arknights' Lock of Heaven

Calderano has also been with the Red Pine Knights for some time, from the Special Major until now.

He discovered the Blood Knights and established the Infected Knights system.

No one present knew better than him how amazing the Red Pine Knights were.

A cure for Oripathy...

Others might worry about being caught in the crossfire if they possessed such a treasure, but in Xia Yu's hands, how many would dare to try and steal it?

He must be crazy.

Charne had no idea of ​​the drug's effects; they were truly earth-shattering.

Once the drug is launched and its effectiveness is proven, countless people will worship Xia Yu as a god.

But he doesn’t seem to like it, so Ciarne will keep quiet.

He has always known his limits.

He knew very well what he could and couldn't do.

“Mr. Charnet,” just then, someone else came up with a wine glass, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

This is Auster, the heir to the Meshko Industries.

Charné recognized him immediately.

Ha, it's only been a few days? I went from being a pawn that could be discarded at any moment, to a traitor whom they would hunt down to the death, and now even such an important figure has to speak to me with utmost respect...

They had never spoken to him so politely before.

Not everyone supports the Infected Knight Act, and he became a thorn in the side of those people.

“Mr. Auster, you flatter me,” Charne said modestly. “Compared to the renowned heirs of the Meshko Industries, my reputation is nothing.”

“Hey, you’re underestimating yourself a bit,” Auster replied with a smile. “Your future is limitless; that’s a foregone conclusion.”

"It just needs time."

"There, where..."

Both of them were engaging in insincere social interactions.

Looking at the seemingly humble Charne, Auster, taking advantage of the moment he lowered his head to drink, revealed a barely perceptible hint of disgust in his eyes.

He has always looked down on people who rise to high positions through connections, just like his own good-for-nothing younger brother.

The principle of "love me, love my dog" can also be reversed.

I hate the house and the bird.

How could someone as lowly as him have ever come to talk to you in the past?

He should be the one humbly begging me to do him the honor!

Just because he got involved with that person, this lowly man was transformed into a guest of honor for countless people...

He was just an insignificant spokesperson before!

that person……

Speaking of that person, which of the nobles in Kazimierz doesn't hate him to the bone?

People are used to being high and mighty, so who can get used to someone suddenly appearing above them?

But no one dared to reveal even a hint of it.

Because nobody dared to say a word of protest to him!

So what can you do if you're not used to it?

We can only obediently bow our heads and try to get used to this kind of life.

That's just how helpless life is.

You have no way to resist.

Just as ordinary people cannot resist such large conglomerates.

Auster exchanged a few pleasantries with Charne, then turned and left.

Charner was very perceptive; although Auster hid it well, he still sensed a hint of disdain in the other man.

But it doesn't matter.

Why bother arguing with someone who is about to die?

Charlene generously put down his glass, indicating that there was really no need to make a fuss.

Suddenly, I felt a very conflicted gaze directed at me.

Charn looked up.

A richly dressed man was standing there, hesitating whether to come over and strike up a conversation.

At first glance, he didn't recognize the person.

Simply put, the changes are just too drastic...

Suddenly a world away.

“I don’t think I’ve congratulated you yet,” he said casually as he walked over and raised his glass to Markowitz. “A spokesperson for the Business Federation, quite a position.”

“Um, Mr. Charnet, I…” Markowitz instinctively raised his glass in response, somewhat at a loss for words.

This is normal.

Even though he had gotten used to the clothes he was wearing over the past few days, the relationship between the person in front of him and himself was extraordinary.

They were both a little uncomfortable with each other.

The last time they met, Charné was a seemingly high-ranking but actually precarious spokesperson for the business association, while Markowitz was just an insignificant wage earner struggling to make ends meet.

Now, one has transformed into a spokesperson for Hongsong, or rather Xiayu, with a large and lively gathering of friends and acquaintances, while the other has achieved a leap in social class, becoming the big shot he once thought he was.

The two met again, but remained silent.

Looking at the now high-spirited Markowitz, and reflecting on his own experiences, Charne sighed at how unpredictable life's twists and turns could be.

Markowitz then looked at Charné, the former spokesperson for the Business Federation.

Just because of a casual phone call he made, he went from being a lowly worker to a big shot...

Things are unpredictable.

The two remained silent for a while, and those around them wisely refrained from disturbing them.

"How's the spokesperson's job going?" Charn finally broke the silence. "Does it feel like... the whole world is different?"

“Ha, your summary is really accurate,” Markowitz said with a wry smile. “Back when I was just an insignificant member of the vast sea of ​​people, there weren’t so many understanding ‘good people’ in the world.”

"But after putting on this outfit, I discovered that there are 'good people' everywhere in life."

"They are polite, they are sensible, and they are incredibly eager to impress me. Things that used to seem like huge decisions to me are now just things we can discuss over tea..."

"It really... evokes a lot of emotions."

“This shows that you have grasped the essence of the spokesperson position,” Charn said calmly. “A mouthpiece, a mouthpiece, is a pillar that has been promoted. You represent the Business Federation, so naturally no outsider dares to give you a hard time.”

mouthpiece.

Upon hearing this, Markowitz couldn't help but recall what someone had said to him that day.

“Markowitz, come, we will become the voice of the earth.”

That man was Kane, the journalist and chairman of Rose Newspapers, the one who truly stood at the pinnacle of power in Casimir.

“A mouthpiece…” He looked at Charne, who seemed to have been reborn, and after thinking for a moment, he still asked that question.

"How exactly should we define a mouthpiece?"

“That’s an interesting question,” Charné said, looking at him with interest.

Did someone say something to you?

Upon hearing this, Markowitz nodded.

"So, am I fortunate enough to know the content of the conversation?"

“Of course,” Markowitz answered affirmatively, and then began to repeat himself.

"When the number of high-speed warships in Casimir far exceeds that of Ursus, when Colombia is filled with Casimir's caravans and goods, when the number of border fortresses doubles..."

"Does the war still exist? Is Ursus still a threat? Will Kazimir still be weak?"

"of course not."

"The knights are the parasites of Kazimierz. Foolish nobles, glory... ha."

"I heard about what happened at the Special Championship. Does the Board of Supervisors think they've gained enough face? Give them as much glory and face as they want."

"Time and the people are on our side. After just a few games, the public will forget the impact of the Radiant Knights and devote themselves to the next round of consumption and entertainment."

"For them, arguing about which rider is stronger or whether the pricing of rider merchandise is reasonable is more important than focusing on all the rubbish we left behind."

"The nation is on our side. Kazimierz can no longer function without the economic foundation provided by the Commerce Federation. How many of those pathetic war knights have already willingly submitted to us?"

“That’s all,” he said, stopping his repetition and looking at Charné, hoping for an answer.