Ark, they don't revolve around you

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the prototype of Deep Pool is the Irish Republican Army, and Tara is Ireland.

The IRA is also quite controversial, and the Deep Pool in Arknights is a complete mess.

However, putting this aside, Hypergryph has never really intended to create a better resistance army.

Ursus's Integration Movement, Yan's Shanhai Clan, Bolivar's True Bolivarians, Victoria's Deep Pool - none of them are good.

The authorities are rotten, and the rebels are even worse.

I originally wanted to write about Tara. After all, during the Great Famine in Ireland, the real Queen Alexandrina Vina Victoria, who was the prototype of Vina, personally prohibited foreign countries from shipping food to Ireland.

At the height of Britain’s power, Ireland lost a quarter of its population.

I've felt disgusted with it a long time ago, but if I really had to write it, I couldn't do it well. I spent half a day on it and then deleted it all.

Alas, this is just my level. I’d better not challenge those things without knowing how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.

Haha, but I'm still very curious about how Hypergryph will write about Tara and Victoria later.

Also, I have a lot of complaints about Vina's ending!

I have truly changed!

Review book

This is a letter of self-review.

The person reviewing the matter is myself, and I have made a big mistake.

I saw a post before, the author should be the bus... No, it should be the bus driver.

There will be many passengers on the bus, each of them has a place to go, and they will get off when they reach their stop.

Buses should not be diverted because of particular readers, which is irresponsible to all passengers.

The bus stops are fixed and should not be changed.

So yesterday regarding Vina, it was my own mistake.

The ending of Vina was abruptly changed due to other people's ideas, making that paragraph seem extremely unreasonable... It seems to be a light statement to say this, it should be said that it is extremely annoying and unburnable garbage.

It has been revised now. Just click refresh in the upper right corner for yesterday’s chapter.

It should have been changed a lot, but due to time constraints, only the ending was changed in the end.

I can only promise that it won’t be like this next time.

What the bus driver should do is to take his readers to the station instead of changing the stop midway.

Therefore, a review was made.

This is a very serious problem and I will never make the same mistake again next time.

Chapter 8 Are you looking at me?

It seemed as if I could hear the sound of swords clanging and making a sharp noise.

Neon lights, the buzzing of drones, the host's commentary and the audience's cheers... She was bathed in countless flashes of light, looking at the equally dying enemy, raising her sword and charging.

When metal and iron collide, sparks fly.

In silence, the opponent spoke: "Shining Knight Lin Guang, what exactly is a knight?"

Thick blood wrapped around his body, and as he swung his sword vigorously, the blood exploded and covered the sky.

He was already exhausted by his injuries, but he didn't fall down. He dragged the axe, and his strong muscles exploded, driving the giant axe down from top to bottom!

Then she also raised her sword and spear, the cold iron blasted out a sun-like light:

"I can tell you."

"Blood Knight, the so-called knight is the noble one who illuminates the earth!"

The last impact.

The light tore through the blood, broke through the armor, and struck the enemy's body.

Just at that moment, the darkness was annihilated.

Then, the smoke cleared and all the sounds seemed to disappear.

The audience's eyes were fixed on the stage, and their breathing was stagnant.

Until the smoke cleared, a figure stood tall on the stage.

In front of her was a fallen man, his blood boiling with smoke. She was also covered in wounds, as if she would fall down at any moment.

In this situation, the knight slowly raised the sword and spear that were inserted into the ground to support his weight.

A moment later, there was thunderous applause, countless people cheered, applauded, and shouted, and petals fell like snow.

Everyone is celebrating the birth of a new champion, and Casimir's Brilliant Knight has once again proved his existence!

This happened in 1097.

Since then, knightly competition has never been so glorious again.

……

……

"You win, champion." A wisp of white mist rose in the dark night.

The source was a cup of hot coffee. At the Rhode Island office, Margaret Linguang took the coffee and took a sip.

After autumn, the weather changes drastically, and the Great Knight Territory is no exception, so temperature is extremely precious.

The man fiddling with the tablet was watching the video over and over again, and the woman in the window was holding a gun high.

"enough!"

"What's enough?"

"Doctor, stop looking."

Zhuang Ning obediently closed the window and looked at the injured with a smile: "Then I won't look at it."

"PhD……"

"I know it's time for you to leave, Knight Yao." He stood up and opened the curtain, and the night was dark.

"……Um."

"You can leave anytime, Lin Guang."

"……Um."

"You still don't want to leave?" Zhuang Ning said helplessly.

"After this... I probably won't come back again, right?" Lin Guang said in a low voice.

"It will get busier and busier, both for you and me." Zhuang Ning made himself some coffee.

After removing the mask, the face showed a trace of fatigue. He sipped his coffee and said calmly: "Think about it...we have known each other for less than a year?"

"Yes."

"But I feel like a long time has passed, Lin Guang." Zhuang Ning never looked at her again.

She didn't look at Zhuang Ning either, and could only stare at his thin back.

"But I feel like time passes very quickly." Lin Guang said inexplicably.

At that moment, she heard laughter.

The last time I saw the man look back, his smile was filled with helplessness: “Yes.”

"Goodbye, Lin Guang."

——Margaret Linguang woke up from her sleep, sweating all over her head and holding her chest.

She began to breathe rapidly, surrounded by inexplicable melancholy and sadness.

It's this dream again...

She wiped off the sweat and opened the terminal, which contained greetings from her sister, an invitation from her aunt, and blessings from her friends.

The qualifiers for this special tournament will begin soon, and many people are paying close attention to it.

Even though the Knight has repeatedly announced his retirement, there are still countless media watching him day and night.

Knightly competitions are Casimir's specialty, and knights are idols that transcend all others.

But until now, it seems that not many people realize that Casimir may fall apart, and they are still immersed in entertainment, and nothing will change until destruction comes.

So, what has changed since she came back? she asked herself.

She answered herself that nothing has changed. Those who go against the trend will only be washed away by the trend without leaving any trace.

I opened the curtains and a ray of light came in.

A sharp voice rang in my ears, loud and startling: "Good morning, Casimir!"

Margaret frowned slightly, then relaxed: "He's back..."

"Yes, he's back." Someone spoke.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a tired man with a pair of eyes filled with fatigue under the golden hair that was the symbol of the Linguang family.

"Uncle Maenna?"

"Someone is calling you, immediately, right now." This was the only sentence Maenna Linguang conveyed.

Five minutes later, Margaret saw the person who called her.

The old man, who looked old but still full of love, chuckled: "Long time no see, Margaret."

Margaret was a little reserved for once: "Grand Knight Commander."

This person is undoubtedly the Grand Knight Commander, Ioletta Russell.

"Don't be so unfamiliar...get in the car, we don't have much time to waste."

The engine roared with a loud noise, and the low-key but expensive black car drove into the smoke.