Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Let's go back a few hours.

After saying goodbye to Fick, Masters left Aslyat University with a heavy heart, as if a drum was installed in his heart, and it was as if a hornet's nest was stuffed, booming.

The elderly Elder Pelo always felt that something bad had happened, but he couldn't explain it.

He didn't know where to go for a moment.

The people who received them did give a considerable amount of money, and now Masters could find an afternoon tea house, sunbathing and drinking black tea like a rich old man of Victory.

Of course, it can also be served with a little Victory's scone or muffin.

"Victory's official latest daily horn is freshly baked, the price is only 1 vib!" At

this moment, Masters suddenly heard the shouts of newsboys in the distance, and he was about to take a step, when a Carters boy about the same age as Fick suddenly appeared around the corner.

"Sir, do you want to buy a copy of the daily newspaper of the Horn? The smell of ink on it hasn't even dried yet..." The

Carters boy almost hit Masters with one brake, and then held up the newspaper in his hand, his eyes full of anticipation - at this moment, Masters seemed to return to Rembito.

There, everywhere there are such eyes... Carters.

"Please bring me a copy. "

There is no more than one dimensional pound, and now Masters carries more than a thousand dimensional pounds on him, and it is cash, and he can take this amount out of the house, it can be said that he has a small family income."

"Thank you for your patronage, old sir. "

The Carters boy showed a happy smile, that smile... Masters inexplicably thought of Fika, who used to laugh so much, but he didn't know how he was now.

Snap

....

After handing a copy of the Daily Horn to Masters, the Carters teenager slipped out of the cigarette.

Masters glanced at the newspaper a few times and found that he couldn't understand it at all.

His own Victorian language level can only be regarded as average, but the Daily Horn is the official mouthpiece of Victory, and the new version is full of exquisite floral characters with a lot of unknown modifications.

This gave Masters a headache when he looked at it.

And most of its content is the dispute between such and such a duke, the voting statistics of the latest Victoria decree and a lot of pure rhetoric, useless rainbow farts.

In silence, he threw the newspaper casually into the trash can on the side—

and there were even three or four identical sheets of the same type,

some of which were angrily pinched into balls or torn in half.

"The mouth of the heart...

Some pain..."

Masters suddenly felt a little pain in his heart, his heart had always been healthy, and a free medical examination with Fick had confirmed this.

This is not a pathology, but a sign.

"What the hell is wrong with me..."

Master became a little agitated, wandering aimlessly through the streets of Ron Weia, his pace getting faster and faster, as if looking for the source of his heart pain.

After ten minutes, the streets and alleys that Master had crossed had begun to give him a certain sense of familiarity, as if he had been to this place.

And just as Master turned a corner and was about to continue walking, he was stunned to find that there were five or six members of the Roenvia Law Enforcement Team standing at the entrance of the alley in front of him.

And this alley has also been blocked, and some members of the law enforcement team inside are also busy, some are recording documents, and some are moving something.

"Someone...?" Seeing

Masters suddenly walking quickly at the intersection, the captain of the law enforcement team of Ron Weia was stunned for a moment, greeted several members around him, and then greeted him with a faster pace towards Masters.

"Hello... Officer..."

Seeing the captain of Ronweia's law enforcement team in front of him, dressed in a dark green military uniform, walking towards him, of course Masters did not dare to do anything disrespectful, and greeted him in a humble tone.

"This street has to be closed for an hour, old sir.

The captain of the law enforcement team of Ron Weia is also a Pelo, about twenty years younger than Masters, and his unexpectedly kind tone is very kind:

"If you have any needs, you can take the Nanes intersection on the left, where you only need to go around for tens of meters, whether you want to cross or go to the opposite side."

At this moment, the sense of foreboding in Master's heart was almost on the verge of coming out, and he asked in a trembling voice,

"What happened over there?"

Master's heart pounded, almost reaching his throat, choking his trachea from the inside, his breathing became rapid, like a rapid rain:

"Officer... Please also... Be sure to tell me why!"

the Ronvia captain frowned, clearly suspicious

: "What do you have to do with him?"

Masters quietly tucked a thousand pounds in his sleeve, and then turned sideways in a perspective that only he could see, his tone close to pleading:

Last night, there was an old man who couldn't buy medicine for his granddaughter because he was stolen money, and I thought that my life was at stake, so I quickly funded him and sent him all the way into the house..." Before

Masters could finish speaking, the captain of the Ronvia Law Enforcement Team sighed and immediately said:

"Alas... Thank you for your kindness, old sir.

"But it's late, it's fifteen minutes late, alas... The old man's granddaughter died, the medicine was useless, and the girl was his only thought in this world, and now it is also broken. "

These are all things we just got from his suicide note, but he is still thanking you at the end... Even if it doesn't get back in the end, he still writes that you helped him before he dies. "

Thank you for your honorable gesture, and also... Most of the officers in Victoria were bribed and rampant, but I am different, I do not blame you, on the contrary, I admire you, old gentleman.

The captain of the enforcement team gently pushed back the thousand-dimensional pound that Masters had stretched out:

"May your future life be better, you have done your best." "

Masters .

.

Master only felt that the drum in his heart was shattered by a thunderbolt, emitting a deafening explosion, and there was no cloud, but he trembled slightly on the spot like being struck by lightning.

"Old sir, your face is not very good, turn right from the first intersection on the left, and you can see a clinic, the owner is called Lusha, who recently moved here.

Seeing that Master's face was a little pale, the captain of the law enforcement team thought it was a sick manifestation, and even kindly pointed out the direction of the clinic to Masters:

"Lusha's medical skills are very good, and the medicines prescribed are the most affordable and effective.

Masters muttered a little dejectedly:

"Lusha... Medicine...... He's dead. "

The old man... Granddaughter...... He's dead...... The captain of the

law enforcement team asked with some concern:

"Are you all right...

Old sir?" Masters

came back to his senses, only his eyes darkened, and his tone remained respectful—but no longer angry:

"I'm fine, thank you for informing, sir."

Then Masters pushed another thousand-dimensional pound to the captain of the enforcement team and said

, "These are not bribes for you,

sir."

"A thousand pounds, not much, but please pick a better cemetery for him, bury him with his granddaughter, and if you can, buy me a bouquet of flowers." The

captain of the law enforcement team hesitated, but finally accepted the money, and then asked:

"I will try my best, in fact, a thousand pounds is not a drop in the bucket, but I will use my authority to apply, I will use this money to bribe my superiors and arrange a better cemetery to come out." "

Also, old sir... What would you like to

buy a bouquet of flowers?"

Masters almost blurted out:

"Please buy a bouquet... Belladonna flowers.

At this time, the captain of the law enforcement team was very surprised and said:

"Belladonna... Most people see this flower as an ominous symbol, but few people know that the belladonna flower flower language is actually to cross death and gain new life. "

Unexpectedly, this Ronvia law enforcement team captain actually knows some knowledge about flowers.

"But forgive me, old man, this is not the blooming time of belladonna flowers, they are still in deep sleep, and it will take a few months before they open.

But Masters replied

in a firm tone:

"I can get some open belladonna flowers... It's some of the more special varieties... Officer sir ... Can you wait for me here at dusk today?"

the law enforcement captain replied without thinking,

"Of course... I respect your decision, old sir.

Then Master said goodbye to the law enforcement captain and traveled through the streets of Ronwia, returning to Fick's side near the end of the evening college classes.

"Oh... Here you are, Masters. At

this time, Fick was packing up in the classroom—the nobles' protégés had long since left with the gang, leaving Fick alone.

"Master Fick..."

Master Master spoke, and by the way, he collected the textbooks issued by the University of Asliat for Fick.

"Let's go eat meat steak at night, there's a very nice shop over there..."

Fick said, suddenly finding that Master's movements were a little stiff, and his eyes were a little necrotic, and immediately asked:

"What's wrong with you?

Master Fick... Can you give me an open bouquet of belladonna flowers?"

without thinking, Fick took out a handful of belladonna flowers he had brought earlier from the inner pocket of his clothes, awakened them with his source stone skills, and handed them directly to Masters:

"Take it."

He didn't even ask himself what he was going to do, just handed it to himself lightly.

"Master Fick... I...... You..."

Master's throat twitched up and down, taking the cluster of deep purple flowers that bloomed so brilliantly under Fick's concerned eyes, but he only felt that his hands were rotting.

But he couldn't let go.

Can't let go anymore.

What's the matter, tell me.

Fick just said, in an extremely pure tone.

"Didn't... It's nothing.

Maybe

yes, maybe just because... He was loyal to Lornes after all, loyal to Fick.

He ended up saying nothing.

He simply took a bouquet of belladonna flowers that Fick had awakened - from a master of his own, from an indifferent murderer.

Instead of giving the bouquet to the captain of the law enforcement team, he burned the bouquet to ashes in a secluded corner at the end of the street.

He then handed the ashes to the captain of the enforcement team and commissioned him to scatter the remaining embers from the fire on their tombstones.

......

Mast.

Mast.

The loyal dog of the Lornes family.

One old age.

A prisoner.

An accomplice.