Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

The voiceprint analysis results of the girl named Yelena from the previous boarding records show that the little girl from several years ago and the current operator named Yelena are the same person.

But her guardian, the silver-haired woman, never appeared again.

"Fine, let her go with us. Maybe she'll be a joker."

Simply sign your name on the touchscreen interface with a stylus, and new commands will be issued on the internal network.

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"Sigh, shall we set off?"

It was another sleepless morning. The girl from Carter, who was lying in bed staring blankly at the ceiling, was awakened by the Blood Demon.

"Yes, we'll be going to Kazimierz with quite a few people."

Warfarin had already packed her things, and the healer's armband was neatly placed on her black sleeve. The "girl" Blood Demon, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, sipped her breakfast, which was a mixture of blood and nutrient solution from a blood pack, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Kazimir... or so it seems.

It was a place Yelena had never been to before.

Yelena hasn't been able to emerge from the shadows these days, even though it's warm and cozy here.

Everyone was friendly; even the Sarkaz didn't display any brutality or mockery.

It's like a secluded paradise hidden away in a corner of the world.

However, the shadows always clung to her relentlessly.

I always wake up suddenly from a nightmare one night.

Blood, death, and an ominous look that she had never seen in her sister's eyes.

Only when she was startled awake would Yelena discover that her pillow was already soaked with sweat.

I can't understand it, I can't go back to the past, and I can't accept it.

A girl who can't overcome this hurdle can only remain like this, half-baked, unable to move forward or backward.

She could never go back to that home.

Or perhaps that home never existed at all.

But memories don't lie.

Could it be that I've been deluding myself all along?

"Ugh."

The girl covered her forehead, tears welling in her eyes.

Warfarin's knuckles jolted the girl out of her self-doubt that had once again fallen into a state of self-doubt.

"Thinking nonsense again?"

Yelena simply remained silent.

Silence is an admission, but there's really nothing more to say.

This situation has been going on for more than just a day or two.

Warfarin sighed and reached out to gently stroke the girl's forehead.

"While this kind of psychological trauma can be treated, it cannot be completely cured. Only you can get over it on your own."

For some reason, ever since she met this girl, Warfarin's sighs have increased exponentially throughout the day.

As a doctor who has studied psychology and has many years of experience, she understands exactly what Yelena is thinking right now.

However, this kind of thing is better left unsaid; no one but herself can help her get out of the shadows.

"Try to be strong. Constantly questioning yourself won't always yield results."

After helping Yelena pack her things, we followed the ship's internal passageway to the departure gate, where everyone else was already ready.

"The Ace team is ready to depart. You will be traveling with them this time. Do you have any questions? We'll have to leave after this time."

Kal'tsit is here today as well. After all, this mission was very sudden, so it's not surprising that the person who gave the order, Kal'tsit, is here.

Kal'tsit glanced at her watch, looked at the squad members who were giving the vehicles and equipment a final check, and then spoke to Warfarin beside her.

“I read the report.”

"You have very high privileges, which is normal."

Although there was no tense standoff between the two, Warfarin's eyes did not show much friendliness.

"Don't you think it's strange that this kind of mission involves deploying new operators before they've even completed their training courses?"

Warfarin crossed her arms and leaned against the metal wall next to Kal'tsit, watching the squad members who were conducting final checks, as well as Yelena who was stuffing her package into the warehouse.

"Even operators who haven't completed their training courses yet are still part of Rhodes Island. As an essential part of Rhodes Island's armed forces, finishing their courses early and entering actual combat is a good form of training."

Kal'tsit's tone was cold, as if she were a feedback terminal rather than a person.

"...A real answer? Is this how you talk to politicians? Never mind, I have no idea what you're thinking anyway, but..."

"Don't you think it's despicable to use a child as a bargaining chip?"

He glanced sideways at his boss.

“The voiceprint identification is completely consistent, and in the Kazimierz entry record, you saw the person who boarded the ship, right? The girl’s former guardian.”

Without asking any further questions, and not in a manner that expected an answer to every question, Warfarin simply asked the question and then headed to the starting area to help Yelena put on her equipment.

"Sometimes, someone has to do something despicable."

After a long pause, Kal'tsit murmured to herself.

"Oh! Katniss, we meet again."

As soon as she squeezed into the ATV, she saw the big man next to her.

That burly man, ace.

Ace patted the girl's shoulder with his large hand.

"Your training these past few days doesn't seem quite enough; you don't have enough muscle mass or strength. But, looking like this, haven't you been sleeping well again?"

"·····Um."

"Then let's rest well on the way, this time we'll be running quite a distance."

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P.S.: Maintenance is such a hassle. The delay in posting chapters is practically mystical. Last night's update and this morning's update, both posted around 9 AM, weren't released until noon. It's unbelievable.

And there are no comments! Ugh, sob sob! Reading comments is one of the greatest joys of writing, the most exciting part, and now it's gone! [collapses]

So, please give me some votes to make up for my heartache at being late to the party, sob sob [laughs]

Chapter 286 [Monster!]

Will count.

The brothers of the Reunion Movement will put on a show with Big Bob, ostensibly to accompany Antalya in this charade.

Should Antalya be put in charge of monitoring the duo, while Big Bob would "sacrifice" himself halfway to cover their retreat?

This is a very good script; it will definitely surprise you and is quite realistic.

Antalya gained full trust through the "sacrifice" of her classmate, allowing her to monitor the location of the village chief and that kid in Drip Village and coordinate with the Reunion Movement from within.

Of course, this is the first layer.

Big Bob has confirmed that Antalya had no objection to this and simply carried it out unilaterally.

This is good.

Because she didn't have any extra information about herself.

As for myself, I am on the second level.

Yes, this is a very good strategy to lure the most troublesome guy away from his own troops, so that he can return to his brothers and command them better. It also allows him to bypass Antalya, the thorn in his side, and make arrangements in secret.

This would both make Antalya trust him and catch her off guard, and keep a close eye on the two men to ensure that the location of the treasure wouldn't be known to other groups beforehand.

Kill three birds with one stone!

In this wave, Big Bob felt he was on the second level, while Antalya was only on the first level. As for the village chief and that white-haired kid, they were probably only on the underground level.

In this game, the victor will be my great Bob!

Everything is under control; all that remains is to execute it perfectly.

Although this plan had many flaws, lacked a backup plan, and was not meticulously planned.

It can only be considered a simplified concept and action plan.

But that's enough for this kind of thing.

After all, it's not a battle plan that requires so much detail that there are many backup options.

All it takes is for someone to get back to their unit, bypassing that troublesome Antalya, and that's considered a success.

The most important thing is to deceive everyone and put on an act for the two people in Dishui Village.

As for Antalya, they had to put on a fake show.

Having determined his course of action, Big Bob calmly prepared to continue his performance.

After all, it is a form of deception, and deception should not be seen through.

"A trap, a little trick."

In the woods, the group left Dishui Village and entered the forest area surrounded by mountains. Only after passing through this thick forest could they truly enter the mountainous area.

However, the forest had already been set up with traps by many bounty hunters.

If you don't follow certain rules, you're likely to fall into a trap.

Fortunately, Big Bob was a seasoned bounty hunter and was quite familiar with this basic skill. He easily found the marks that the hunters had left for their companions.

It's like a secret code; as long as you follow the code, you won't get hurt.

After all, this is reality; traps don't distinguish between friend and foe, so there has to be a way to warn your companions.

Stepping over the traps disguised by haystacks and loose soil, Big Bob, despite his enormous size, moved with such agility that it seemed as if his armor and muscles were fake.

Should we just avoid the trap?

Grani followed closely behind, stepping in Big Bob's footprints, and the group made their way through the woods slowly but safely.

The dense thickets and bushes were indeed a perfect place for traps and pitfalls, and without the experienced Big Bob, this group would probably have had a hard time getting through the woods unscathed.

"The bushes are blocking the pendulum. If you move rashly, you'll be smashed into a pulp by that thing. Oh, Miss Rohr, be careful. If you go any further, you'll fall into a trap."

"what!"

The girl screamed and took a step back.

“It’s unrealistic to go around it directly. That would take more time to find a way out, and there aren’t many good roads in this kind of dense forest. It’s better to follow the path left by the hunters than to forge a new route. The only problem is that these traps will just take a little more time.”

The man broke off the obstructing branch with his hand and walked forward.

"what is this?"

The man examined the stone that had been lying near the bushes.

Symbols are carved on the stones to inform companions of traps.

Fortunately, they used a common language, which is equivalent to plain text, rather than a coded language with personal connotations.

However, the stone had some bloodstains on it.

How is this going?

Could a battle have taken place here?

The man slowly squatted down and brushed aside the bushes around him with his hand. He saw no traces of splattered blood on the leaves or branches.

The soil was a normal color, with no dark brown bloodstains or signs of a fight.

Since nothing happened here, what does the bloodstain on this stone mean?

Gently parting the surrounding soil, no traps were found underneath.

Weird.