Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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The timeline is pushed forward slightly.

Count Drout got up early today.

Normally, the Earl's morning time was about nine in the morning, and the other servants were up at eight in the morning, but today the Count of Drout got up around seven o'clock.

He had a nightmare yesterday, and there was nothing in it, only a swirling and twisted orange-red color that occupied the entire space, almost messing up his entire brain.

This ominous nightmare made Count Drout plan to go to the Steel Radish Mine early, get a result out of this matter early, and then leave Rembito himself.

God knows when the eagle dogs under the nobles will find themselves, and it is a sure deal to show favor to the iron duke with the head of a count who has lost a lot of power and "corrupted the aristocratic customs".

"Ahem!! Ahem!!! it's almost coughing my lungs out!!"

Count Drout coughed loudly after getting up from the bed, and the strength of his cough made Count Dlauter's whole body bounce and jump like a prawn.

"This shabby ghost place, concealment is concealment, but there is no decent clinic, and the practicing doctors in it are not even half as good as my personal doctor.

"I have to hurry out of this ragged place and go to Columby..." Since

Count Drout slept with a kimono, he just went to the closet and took out a fat formal suit, draped it directly on his body, tightened the cuffs and neckline, and went out.

At this point, whether it was his wife, son, or servants, they were still enjoying their last hour of sleep, and the distraught Drout was not in the mood to wake them up.

He just silently stepped out of his door alone, ready to walk the pebble road in the garden to the garage to find his wasteland crawler.

"Damn, it's okay for the servants at home to sleep, but why are you still asleep?!" Count

Drout had just taken a few steps out when he saw that the toothed beast he had raised to watch the door, which was usually used to watch the door all night with a high degree of wakefulness, actually lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

This was obviously asleep, judging from the outline of the grass where it was lying on, and this sleep lasted for at least half a night, and Count Drout suddenly became angry, and stepped forward and scolded:

"Wake me up! [Victory foul language]!! Lao Tzu is awake, you tooth beast who guards the door is still asleep!!

Count Drout wanted to kick the toothed beast out with a big flying foot on the spot, but he was afraid that the grass clippings and mud on its body would stain his high-end leather shoes and trouser legs.

"I'll clean you up when I get back, it's so unbelievable..." Count

Drout finally held back, now it was the most important thing to go to the Steel Radish Mine first, I don't know how I got up this morning and was a little irritable.

Then Count Drout walked around the toothed beast lying on its stomach and walked forward.

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course... If Count Drout had heeded... He will find a few flies flying next to this tooth beast... And under the stomach lying on his stomach, the orange-red light is slowly creeping.

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At this time, Count Drout walked for about two or three minutes, first to his beast of burden pen, and the garage was about twenty meters behind the beast bar.

Generally speaking, Count Drout had two beasts of burden for his own use, although the number was small, but they were excellent breeds of pure blood, and the price was not cheap.

Normally, Count Drout went to the Iron Radish Mine on a beast of burden, because it was gentler and stable, unlike the bumpy and harsh engine noise of a wasteland crawler.

But not today, speed is the most important, to hell with the rest.

"Whiss-"

At this time, Count Drout saw that the only remaining beast in the beast of burden saw that he was coming, and suddenly hissed, and his four legs kept gouging the soil in place, very uneasy.

"Quiet... Be quiet...... Take it easy...... Why are you so cranky too.

So Count Drout stepped forward and patted the thick neck of the beast of burden, and said to it:

"Today I am a little anxious, so I will not ride you, you are waiting here, the feed is the best refined food, it will not be less than you... Don't worry..."

The beast of burden shook its head as if in some pain, and a slurred hiss came out of its mouth.

"I know... Your companion died, I was also strange, died inexplicably, and threw me off top, I won't ride you lately, you yourself rest first. Count

Drout still had some affection for the beast of burden he was keeping, and gently brushed the thick mane on the back of the beast's neck, then turned away and walked towards the garage behind the beast pen.

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However, if Count Drout had been careful, he would have noticed that the beast of burden was shedding blood.

"I haven't driven myself for a while, but today it's time to take a break to clear my mind. Count

Drout came to the garage and was thinking about whether to call the driver, but on a whim he cut off the idea and got into the driver's seat of the wasteland crawler alone.

It is worth mentioning that the performance of the wasteland crawler driven by Count Drout is also quite good, but it is certainly not as good as the Falcon 27 that has been damaged by Rankopel.

"Fick... You this... The thief who stole Victory's knowledge!!Ahem!Today I represent Victory... Ahem!!came to collect your debt...

Count Drout coughed, only to feel that in his head, the orange-red vortex was constantly fermenting, and countless tiny whispers rushed to his brain, and he said while coughing.

Of course, drunken people do not always consider themselves drunk, just as the current Count of Drout does not think that his sanity has been slightly confused.

Buzz——!!

Count Drout's car keys were twisted, the accelerator stomped down hard, and the engine speed of the wasteland crawler was immediately pulled up, and it rushed out of the gate like an off-string arrow.

And behind the dust and smoke raised by the vehicle, only a dead and silent Drout family mansion remained.

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And at this time, the Lornes family's mansion.

Wow woooo

Fick is preparing breakfast for his sister Alice, and today's breakfast is a nutritious tomato egg sandwich while Fick adds the egg liquid from the pan.

"Lately Alice doesn't want to eat sweet... It's better to change to a salty one. At

the moment of finally making it, Fick replaced his usual salad dressing with sauce, then cut the sandwich in half, picked up another kitchen knife without looking back, and said to the kitchen knife:

"What do you want to eat...? Master?"

And behind him, half of Master's body was blocked by the door frame, apparently he had just arrived at Fick's door, and his footsteps had just stopped, but Fick could easily distinguish him by hearing alone.

"Master Fick... These...... That's what I'm supposed to do..."

Master's tone was a little trembling.

I'm just asking you what you want for breakfast today.

Fick said as he sliced the butter with a sharp kitchen knife, stabbed a small piece of butter alone with a fork, picked it up, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Master Fick... We're going to meet Count Drout, we're going to meet Count Drout..."

said Master to Fick, his tone returning to normal slightly.

"I know, how... Won't I be allowed to cook yet?" Fick

cut a piece of butter again, this time he put it in the pan, and with a mooing sound, Fick shook the pan to homogenize the butter.

“...... Just serve the same food as today's young lady... No...... A little more austere.

Masters said and suddenly changed his words, after all, he was a servant, even if he did not intend it, he could not bluntly say that he wanted to eat the same food as his master.

"You misunderstood, Master..."

Fick raised his kitchen knife, and his cold dark blue eyes were reflected on the sharp side.

"In my eyes, you are as important as my sister, and everyone in the Lornes family is important... I will definitely protect them and give them a better life.

This time Masters didn't speak, just waited by Fick's side, and soon two steaming slippery egg sandwiches were freshly baked from Fick's hands.

"Take it, one for my sister, one for yourself, by the way, Master, waste... It is shameful, and everything should be to its greatest value.

Fick put the sandwich in his hand on a plate, handed it to Masters behind

him, and said:

"After eating, bring the tea table and tea set to the mine, and then go to the door to wait for Count Drout, and when Count Drout comes, he will take him directly to the mine."

"We can't be disrespectful, can we, Master?" Masters

vaguely had a guess, but he lowered his head deep and said to

Fick,

"If you tell you, Master Fick, I will carry it out myself."

Then he said to

Fick,

"Master Fick... That formal outfit of yours... Yesterday it was washed, today it may not be able to dry ... Do you need me to go and get you another set of backups?"

Fick shook his head and replied

, "This time it won't be necessary,

I'll wear other clothes."

"Give the food to my sister Alice, if it is cold, it will taste greatly reduced, and it is also a waste."

Masters immediately nodded in agreement, then turned and walked away quickly.

Fick

cleaned up the kitchen simply, after all, when breakfast was just made, there was not much residue left, basically just wiped with a cloth and it was as good as new.

Then Fick left the kitchen and went to his bedroom.

"Come on... Long...... Didn't put you on again.

He muttered to himself, and took out the bottom piece of clothing from the cabinet under the bed, and he could see that Fick was basically not wearing it, but it was well maintained, just like new.

That dress was exactly what Fick wore in Victoria's academic city of Ron Weia, to attend the University of Asliat... School uniform.

"I haven't seen it for a long time, it's a little tighter than I thought.

Fick changed his clothes, and his school number was still embroidered on top of his right chest: