Hello, Arknights

"Tsk, you're quite capable."

"Fishing Cat" used the dagger in his hand to gently flip the braids on his shoulders. That was the headband that Rona made for him herself. If something unexpected happened, he would be in big trouble.

He shook his shoulders lightly, spilling some blood, some from the enemy and some from himself. He seemed to be blind to the enemies lying around him: "I'll try not to kill anyone. It's very difficult. If I had known earlier that I could have exchanged with Old Duva, I wouldn't have been so unhappy."

"Who are you?" The enemy that was making him feel difficult was different from the ones he had knocked down. It was obvious that he could not kill them unless he tried his best.

"Well - more than 30 people are missing, how many are left? You won't be able to provide support if there are less than 25 people, right?" "Fishing Cat" simply treated the wound on his hand in front of him, "After all, you are the only one who is not difficult to deal with."

"..." Colton was speechless as he looked at his subordinates lying on the ground. He was angry, but not as shocked as he was. "It seems like you have accomplices. How did you hide?"

"Huh? It would be boring if I told you directly." Feilin shrugged. "Actually, I didn't want to expose it. After all, a quiet life is not bad."

"It would be great if you hadn't come." After saying that, the Filin man left, and Colton felt a headache looking at the wounded on the ground:

"What should I do?" Looking at the dark clouds in the sky in the distance, he had no choice but to take out the communication terminal and ask his superiors for instructions.

"…Does the other party have any special markers?"

"...No, apart from his terrifying sword skills, he doesn't seem to have any other accessories, or rather, he has hidden them very well."

"...Give up on silencing them." The call was interrupted, and Colton understood his boss's attitude. They had to get these things at any cost.

He touched his chest and it was just a little bit away from him being able to see his own internal organs.

Border Mountains.

There is no need to worry about the route to Qicheng Town. The long-beaked sleeping beast still remembers the direction at midnight. There is still no sign of waking up at midnight, but she did not sleep well. Fortunately, Ling Dengxian's shoulder injury has healed, otherwise he might not be feeling well now. In fact, it was not very comfortable for her to hold his shoulder tightly with her hand.

Along the way, Ling Dengxian kept looking at the blue-black little beast, which just looked at him with innocent eyes, making him seem a little nosy. Ling Dengxian felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, and concentrated on getting on with his journey.

It was still difficult for him to carry a person on his back for a long journey. Ling Dengxian also had to pay attention to his leg injury in the middle of the night, which meant that he could not change his posture. His hands were sore, and the backpack, which was originally tied well, became loose after a bumpy journey. However, it was hung very firmly, resulting in the tragic situation where the backpack was pulling his pants and he was crying for help.

"I should have asked before how long it would take for the natural disaster to break out... I don't know if we can make it to Qicheng Town in time - I probably can't make it, but we have to avoid the natural disaster no matter what." Sweat began to drip from Ling Dengxian's brows, and his eyes were so stinging that he could hardly open them.

"Woo?" The long-lipped sleeping beasts looked at him with worried eyes.

"It's okay." Ling Dengxian looked back at the disaster cloud. He could feel that he was getting away from the gloomy air. The source of the disaster, which was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping with water, seemed to be impatient to come.

Rustle—Ling Dengxian came back to his senses in shock and stepped back decisively. Several figures flashed, and the long-beaked sleeping beasts that were originally guarding the two of them stood in front of them, ready for battle. Ling Dengxian then realized that he had put the city-breaking spear in a place that was not easy for him to grab, and he could not respond in an emergency.

After the grass leaves rolled over, a person appeared in front of Ling Dengxian, who was not what he expected and also made him feel dangerous.

"See you again~" The smile in the blood-red eyes forced him to release one hand and hold his weapon, while looking for a possible way to escape.

The woman was still wearing a cloak, and he still couldn't see her face clearly, but she looked familiar for some reason. Uncle Duva and the others thought it was unlikely that she was a Sarkaz, but his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was a Sarkaz.

The iconic arrow-shaped tail swaying gently behind her also confirmed his guess.

"I should have said a few more words, but it doesn't seem appropriate now. See you next time." The other party didn't seem to intend to embarrass him. He just jumped sideways and quickly disappeared into the woods.

The sleeping beasts breathed a sigh of relief.

It was short, but Ling Dengxian still caught her fleeting hostility.

"He's not a good person..."

Just when Ling Dengxian recovered from his fear and was about to continue on his way, the sound of rapid grass rubbing against each other was heard again in front of him.

Rustle! This time, a familiar person came out: "Ling boy?"

"Uncle Duva?!"

Columbia, the Scepter and the Institute. Norsa sat in front of the computer, typing away, feeling a little bored. She didn't know why her workload had been greatly reduced recently. The most direct reason was that her immediate supervisor, Dolan, no longer issued her instructions. When she had nothing to do, she had no choice but to stay in the library of the institute to take over the duty for her colleagues to kill time.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, but Norsa was still not in high spirits. Anyway, all his performance would be blamed on Heheka. That guy actually thought that watching an afternoon of Lankawu movies was more important than work.

But when she saw who it was, she immediately smiled in surprise: "Noah? You actually came to the library?"

The Sakota woman walked hurriedly, her snow-white hair and equally white clothes fluttering in the wind due to her movements. What was impossible to ignore was the iconic halo above her head that belonged to the Sakota people. Unlike ordinary Sakota people, her halo was extremely faint, almost invisible, but what was even more surprising was that it was colorful.

Yes, although the colors are very light, they are indeed visible, and the seven colors even flow in a gradient.

But apart from this, there seemed to be nothing strange about it. Over time, people around Noah regarded this as her distinctive feature, and occasionally joked about it, saying that they should turn up the brightness and leave the atmosphere of the party to her. But Noah had always been easy-going, so there was nothing wrong with her talking and laughing.

But now the easy-going Sakota girl had a very serious expression, and Norsa had never seen her like this before.

"To make a long story short, Norsa, when you see me next time, no, do you have the authority to see Director Dolan now? Can you please convey a message for me?" Noah seemed to sit down casually while speaking, and turned sideways. His expression returned to his usual gentleness, but his words were a little ambiguous.

Norsa was puzzled. Don't you have a dedicated line for directors to communicate with each other? However, she reacted quickly and realized that the message to be transmitted was not simple and needed to be concealed.

"Oh, is that the only reason you came here?" She responded with the same calmness, as if the two of them were discussing whether to go out for dinner together in the evening.

"No, I originally wanted to borrow some information for reference, and passing on the message was just a side job."

"You... well, you just can't leave your own laboratory?"

Noah smiled softly, patted her jokingly, stood up and searched carefully for something on the bookshelf, and retorted: "That's not the case. I will be on a business trip in a month, and I may not be back for a long time. The laboratory may have to be closed for a while."

"Eh? Not taking me with you?" The Agor girl is not only a researcher, but also an excellent task force operator.

"Norsa, you have more important things to do. Director Dolan also needs you." Norsa looked at her deeply, took a book from the bookshelf, looked outside the door, and raised the book to say goodbye, "Remember to ask Director Dolan to evaluate and modify my experimental equipment for me, and don't fall behind in the research before you leave. See you next time."

"See you later." Norsa watched her leave the library, then stretched and looked back at the computer screen.

It's just that she has an extra data reading chip in her hand.