People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do?"

Qi Yan quickly curled up in the chair, hugging himself, looking pitiful, weak and helpless.

Kal'tsit summoned the diamond-shaped polyhedron transformed from M3, suspended it beside her, and then said in a cold tone:

"You promised me that you would not be alone with Amiya without my permission, but you turned around and brought her into the Reunion."

"Kal'tsit, put down the M3 first!"

Qi Yan said with a strong voice: "Although I broke the contract, putting aside my personality issues, don't you like Amiya's current state?"

"...If the result wasn't so good, I would have let M3 stab you now." Kal'tsit said expressionlessly.

Qi Yan grinned:

"You know my blood very well. It will be ruined after you poke my M3's claws."

"You are not the only one in this land who has the ability to regenerate broken limbs. M3's reconstruction ability is not inferior to yours." Kal'tsit snorted, "I would rather let M3's broken limbs be reconstructed than I can't help but want to give you a couple of hits."

M3's aggrieved growl was heard from the diamond-shaped polyhedron.

"You come back first."

Kal'tsit opened her pocket and let M3 get back in.

Then she looked at Qi Yan and asked:

"So, what are you going to put Amiya through this time?"

Qi Yan smiled and said, "It's nothing. After she recognizes the suffering and strengthens her beliefs, I will let her see the consequences of an idealist being betrayed."

“It’s cruel.”

"It's much better than the road you paved for Amiya."

Kal'tsit was retorted and her expression became a little dull.

After a while, she spoke again: "Have you heard of a prophecy?"

"Well, let me recall."

Qi Yan scratched his head, frowned and thought hard for a moment, then slowly said: “Son of Hurtikz, the traitor of Sarkaz and the dishonorable person at the end of the bloodline will be executed by the monarch of Sarkaz.

That’s right, this prophecy refers to the old Patriot and Amiya, and the witchcraft prophecies from the Sarkaz are always very effective.”

Kal'tsit looked at Qi Yan deeply.

This man dares to say anything and never seems to hide anything.

But the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker.

Kal'tsit has lived a long life. She has witnessed countless ups and downs on this land and met many strange people and things, but she has never met someone as completely unfathomable as Qi Yan.

Fortunately, what the doctor said was also Kal'tsit's opinion.

Qi Yan had absolutely no ill will towards Amiya.

"I hope you won't do anything that will make the situation out of control this time. If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with me and I will cooperate with you."

Kal'tsit made a different choice this time.

"You can rest assured. This time is different from Longmen. The current situation in the core city is no longer out of control." Qi Yan shook his head and said, "The core city is already in a state of dire straits. I don't have the energy or the mood to save it."

Kelsey said seriously: "If possible, I hope you can save Bozhukasti."

"Tsk tsk, woman, that's not what you said before, and is this the attitude you should have when you beg me?"

Qi Yan jumped back and forth frantically on the brink of death.

"Why, do you want me to borrow Warfarin's acting book and perform for you?" Kal'tsit made a rare joke.

Outstanding effect.

Qi Yan jumped up from his chair and hid under the table in fear, revealing half of his head and staring at Kal'tsit.

Seeing his exaggerated reaction, Kal'tsit's face suddenly darkened.

"Go make me another cup of coffee." Kal'tsit said coldly.

"Hey, that's right."

Qi Yan smiled and crawled out from under the table, picked up the empty cup and trotted out of the office.

Kal'tsit stood in the office, lost in thought.

Why did she suddenly choose to joke just now?

It seemed that she was becoming more and more strange when facing Qi Yan...

On the other side, Qi Yan was walking unsteadily in the corridor with an empty cup in his hand, and ran into a passing logistics operator.

"Sister, please make Kelsey a cup of coffee. I really don't know how to make this."

Qi Yan rushed over as if he had seen a savior.

The girl was so scared that she almost slapped Qi Yan's face with the file bag in her arms.

At the critical moment, she stopped in time, still in shock, and said:

"Mr. Qi Yan, I don't mind making coffee, but now I have to send Rhodes Island's recent personnel files to the Human Resources Department for storage."

"That's easy. You make me some coffee and I'll deliver the files for you."

Qi Yan grabbed the file bag from the girl's hand without saying anything and stuffed the coffee cup into her hand.

Then he ran away without waiting for the girl to refuse.

Only after he had completely left the girl behind did Qi Yan stop and realize a serious problem.

"I don't know where the Human Resources Department is either... Never mind, I'll just ask around."

Qi Yan was holding the personnel file when something suddenly occurred to him. He opened the file bag and started searching through it as he walked.

Soon, he saw a piece of paper whose color was obviously different from the other files. After pulling it out, Qi Lin's pretty little face came into view.

"Hmm, senior veteran operator, six-star medical, curse healer, tags are damage, control... Wait, is there something missing?"

Qi Yan rubbed his eyes, checked again, and then asked blankly: "Where is the treatment label?"

Unfortunately, there was no one in the empty corridor who could answer his question.

After hesitating for a moment, Qi Yan stuffed his sister's file back and continued to look for files of similar colors.

Soon, he also found W's file.

After taking a casual glance at it, Qi Yan put it back and continued to look through his files.

However, after searching through the file bag, he couldn't find the file of the third six-star operator.

A bad feeling emerged in Qi Yan's heart.

He searched through them again and picked out all the golden files.

"... Shit, I was the one who gave five stars?!"

Hellagur was walking in the corridor with a small bag hanging around his waist.

He was holding his personnel file in his hand. Because he wanted to share his joy of joining the company with Qi Yan yesterday, he specifically asked for the file to be in his own hands.

Unfortunately, the sharing was not successful, and he was now preparing to send the file back to the Human Resources Department.

As he was walking, he saw Qi Yan's distraught figure walking past him.

"Young friend Qi Yan, what's wrong with you?" Herag asked with concern.

When Qi Yan heard Herag's voice, he perked up and prepared to respond.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw the glaring personnel file in Herag's hand.

The corridor fell into deathly silence.

Helag felt a little nervous when Qi Yan stared at him. He wanted to share his file with him, but he felt that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong.

Just when Herag was at a loss, Qi Yan handed the file to him:

"General, I see you are holding the files, you should be going to the Personnel Department. I'll give these to you. I need to go to a place where no one is around to cry for a while."

"Ah... eh?"

Helag was a little dumbfounded: "My friend Qi Yan, if you encounter any troubles, you might as well talk to an old man like me. Maybe you will feel better after talking about it."

"No need, General."

Qi Yan glanced at Hellagur with resentment.

Meeting Qi Yan's gaze, although Helag didn't know what had happened, with his experience, he could tell that the source of Qi Yan's discomfort... was himself.

Am I, an old man, still disliked by young people? !

Herag's chest felt a little stuffy.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Qi Yan was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped: "General, do you have any candy left? Can you give me a few more?"

"some!"

Herag regained his fighting spirit, opened the bag at his waist, and grabbed a handful of candy.

Qi Yan took the candy and smiled happily: "Thank you, General."

After saying that, he turned around and ran back with the candy in his hands.

Seeing Qi Yan's smiling face, Helag's depression instantly disappeared.

"It seems that carrying candy with me was the right decision."

More than ten minutes later, Kal'tsit returned to her office from the medical department and saw the coffee on her desk at a glance.

And a pile of candies piled high next to the coffee cup.

"childish."

Kal'tsit muttered, picked up the coffee and brought it to her mouth, covering her own mouth which was a little out of control.

The next second, she almost spit out the coffee in her mouth.

"So sweet!"

(There will be another chapter later. I haven’t eaten yet, so I’ll go eat first before writing)