Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Kal'tsit wanted to retort to Theresa's usual naive statement, but seeing Theresa's pink eyes, she didn't continue.

"...Never mind, you won't agree with what I said anyway, will you?"

You would never agree.

"Because everyone is important, and all people are born equal, aren't they?"

The woman smiled, as cheerfully as a little girl.

Section 129, Chapter 124: [The New Plan]

The woman said with a smile.

"And the doctor's analogy is quite accurate. Even I am not the flag. The real flag is our ideals."

Everyone will die one day.

Theresa picked up the coffee cup on Kal'tsit's table, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and rubbed her hands together, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being embraced by the warmth.

They seemed completely unconcerned that it was something someone else had used.

The princess in front of me was nothing like the noble royal I had imagined; instead, she seemed more like a young girl who had run away from home after being filled with ideals.

Although it is indeed related to "running away from home" now.

After all, running away from home with a package is pretty much the same as running away from home with the entire mobile city-state.

The royal daughter ran away from home with a mobile city as her luggage.

It doesn't sound like something outrageous.

This battle was essentially just an escape.

The civil war in Kazdel was essentially a factional war within the royal family for power.

The power struggle between the Crown Prince and her brother, Regent Therese.

Now, the long-standing war has finally come to an end. Faced with Theresis, who is superior in both strategy and iron fist, his sister Theresia has little hope of winning the war.

Even the most ideal needs strength before it can fully reveal itself.

Thus, the Tower of Babel came into being, along with its many followers.

Yes, in any case, this group of people, including Kal'tsit, followed Theresa simply because of a promise that could never be fulfilled.

She is that flag.

Although Theresa always joked that she was just one of those people pursuing that dream.

However, it is quite obvious that when that flag appears, there is always a need for a concrete image to interpret the concept it represents.

A mere idea has no influence; it only gains influence when it is attached to and embodied by a person.

The Sarkaz are free.

However, at least for now, among the twins, Theresa, who possesses power, does not have the same authority and ambition as her brother, while Theresis, who possesses power, does not have a legitimate right of inheritance, so his ambition has led him to sideline his sister.

This is how the war began.

"However, you still need to rest. At least for now, the flag itself cannot have any problems. As for the solution..."

I will take care of it.

Of course, she'll come to help too.

Kal'tsit's words were pointed.

Don't push yourself too hard...

Babel must safely leave Kazdel.

The only chance to leave this place amidst so many eyes and ears is in a few days.

But there are still many troubles. In addition to eliminating the informants belonging to Theresis, there is also an internal monster that needs to be identified.

Fortunately, the internal problems were not that urgent.

It was much easier than withdrawing from Kazdel.

What's needed now is a plan to pull off a complete stunt.

Therefore, Kal'tsit is looking for a suitable candidate.

A group of mercenaries driven by money, and a perfectly timed message that will go unnoticed by their adversaries.

And the person who spreads the message.

In situations like these, it's necessary to use someone's "trump card" tactics.

In any case, we must ensure that there are absolutely no mistakes in this process.

I don't care what price I have to pay for this.

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"Hmm~ The match rate is 100%, I found you."

On the cliff, overlooking the land below, the Sarkaz girl, whose vision far surpasses that of humans, is watching the marching army below.

That must be Hedre's squad, which included armed Sarkaz mercenaries and black flags.

It's quite rare for a mercenary to have his own battle flag.

"We've found Hadley. Where is it to the north of here?"

Without looking at the map, I stepped carefully along the edge of the cliff, with a bottomless abyss on one side and a barren rocky ridge on the other.

Feeling the gentle breeze rustling the cliff face, ruffling her clothes and long, pale golden hair, the girl asked with a smile.

"Industrial area, where is the old industrial area of ​​Kazdel?"

"That's what the mercenaries under my command said."

"Okay, good. Let's get started in the industrial area then. Be quick and efficient."

“They have quite a few people, at least four squads, including the one led by Hedley.”

The former captain put down his binoculars, seemingly concerned about the number of the opposing team.

"We only have one small team, and we have absolutely no chance of winning if we engage in a head-on battle."

"A strong attack? Why a strong attack?"

This group definitely has more than one enemy. All we need to do is follow them and spread the word…

The girl didn't care at all.

“Someone will come to clear the road for us. All we need to do then is figure out how to cut off Hadley’s head.”

Having said that, Pianna revealed a cruel smile.

P.S.: There will be another update soon! I felt this one was a bit short, so there will be another update around 6 PM!

Chapter 125, Section 130: Dr. Haimer

"A new player?"

"This time we need to cross the war zone to reach the Scar Market and meet our informant."

Babel Tower, departure area.

A heavily modified all-terrain vehicle was parked in the garage, and several members of the Babel Tower squad were checking weapons and chatting.

Scout said this while wiping the long gun in his arms.

"Because it's a covert operation, not everyone can go, so I selected you all. And since we'll be covering a considerable distance, a medic is naturally essential."

Leifa, Little Mary, Yulan, Solana.

They were almost all Sarkaz, but each and every one of them was a master of covert operations.

The most important task of this mission is to operate covertly and bring back the contact's information; that's enough.

Although the hidden cost was that they lost a more powerful fighting force, that was enough.

Besides, a skilled hunter can kill without leaving a trace.

"So this is why we have more women than men in this operation? Tell me the truth..."

It was a rather lively voice. Ray nimbly flipped over the hood of the car and came to Scout's side, nudging his captain with his elbow.

"Has the captain finally figured it out this time?"

"?"

Scout, bewildered by his teammate's inexplicable words, stopped wiping his gun.

What's this about being enlightened or not?

However, when he looked up, he realized that it seemed to be true.

There were five people in total, including Scout, and three of them were women.

"Well, well, it's because those three are the ones who excel at covert operations."

He wouldn't delve into what his teammates said; everyone here is a comrade-in-arms, and there's no question of overstepping boundaries.

Moreover, if that were indeed the case, it would be strange if such a seasoned sniper operator hadn't noticed.

"So where is that so-called 'team doctor'? I have a feeling he'll be a hindrance."

Solana sheathed her short sword, her long, brown hair quite eye-catching.

Masters of stealth are few and far between, but there are still those skilled in stealth, and these individuals have all received Scout's personal instruction, which is why Scout only brought a few of them on this mission.

Trust in their abilities, as well as in his own teaching quality and his own strength.

"Don't worry, Solana. The person recommended by Dr. Kal'tsit is definitely not mediocre. It's just that this is my first time working with him, and I haven't met him in person yet."

"Medical operators are definitely not meant for combat, but hopefully we won't expose our location when we cross the front lines. We'll also have to be mindful of protecting the doctors' safety."

"Of course Dr. Kal'tsit knows what we need from the mission she assigned. I just hope we can get a male doctor to balance things out."

Lei said with a smile.

"I don't trust that doctor at all, and the same goes for Dr. Kal'tsit. She's always elusive, and eight out of ten sentences she utters are incomprehensible. I just can't trust her."

Solana is a straightforward girl who seems out of place among those around her.

Of course, these are all her comrades-in-arms, so they naturally know what kind of person she is.

Little Mary and Yu Lan just smiled, watching the others joke around.

They are a squad subordinate to elite agents, and are sent down to carry out missions because they are best at covert operations.

This mission was indeed quite challenging.

Therefore, even Scout hopes that the person Kal'tsit assigns can better meet his expectations.

Moreover, to adapt to such a mission, male medical operators might actually be dispatched.

Scout couldn't help but think.

"Click".

The door to the entry area was pushed open.

There weren't many people here, and they were all huddled together joking with each other when the unusually piercing scraping sound of a metal sliding door caught everyone's attention.

Everyone turned to look in this direction without prior arrangement.

The person who pushed open the door was a rather young and tall silver-haired woman.

Strangely, no obvious racial characteristics can be seen.

His dark blue eyes swept coldly over the crowd in the entry area, then he silently took out a slip of paper, stepped back to confirm the number outside the door, and then stepped back into the entry area.

The other person looked quite young, too young to be a certified medical operative, but those eyes...

Scout considered himself to have seen quite a few all sorts of people, but what those eyes revealed was a timeless indifference...