What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

"Uh."

Han Fei was immediately embarrassed, wondering what Remy was up to. Was she planning to act first and ask questions later?

After a brief hesitation, Han Fei decided to put the matter aside for now.

Remien hasn't made a decision yet, so there's really no need for him to rush things, is there?

Thinking of this, Han Fei walked out nonchalantly and returned to the restaurant to continue eating breakfast.

Soon, breakfast time ended, and Han Fei officially began the evacuation process—shutting down the power.

The good news is that the Pope is a man of integrity, and the process of pulling the gate at the Papal Palace went smoothly. The staff of the Papal Palace not only did not stop him, but also took Han Fei to the gate and let him pull it.

After successfully resolving the issue with the Papal Palace's gate, Han Fei returned to the cathedral.

He didn't rush to the underworld; instead, he went to find a pope first.

At that moment, the Pope was having breakfast. When he saw Han Fei coming over, he said with a smile, "Good morning, young man. Have you had breakfast? If not, I'll have someone make one for you so you can taste the chef's skills at the cathedral."

"No need, Your Holiness."

Han Fei shook his head repeatedly.

This old pope is good in every way, except his tastes are a bit strange.

The cactus tart that still leaves a deep impression on Han Fei is the work of this old pope.

“If you don’t mind, please wait a little longer; I’ll be finished eating soon,” the Pope said.

"of course."

There was still plenty of time, so Han Fei wasn't in a hurry. There were still more than two hours to evacuate, so there was no need to rush.

And he still remembers the little piece of paper Exusiai gave him.

Let alone 10 o'clock, there's still some time before 9:30, so there's no need to rush.

The old man ate his breakfast slowly and deliberately. After a while, he wiped his mouth and said, "Alright, I've kept you waiting long enough. Shall we go now?"

"Um, can we wait a little longer?"

Han Fei scratched his head. After pulling the switch, there were still five minutes to wait. It was only nine o'clock, so there was no rush.

"also."

The Pope responded, then turned and took a badge from the drawer. He slowly walked up to Han Fei and said, "This is a gift for you."

Han Fei took the badge and looked at it; the gold background confirmed that the badge was very valuable.

More importantly, it's not the typical small gold badge found in games; it's a unique item.

[The Friendships of Pope Ivangelist XI]

"Your Holiness, what is this?"

Han Fei was somewhat surprised and looked up at the Pope.

"This is a personal gift to you, representing Lateran's goodwill towards you," King Ivangelista XI said slowly. "I've noticed that you are also a warrior who uses a gun, but carrying a gun on the streets of Lateran is quite troublesome, isn't it?"

"Uh, it's actually not bad."

Han Fei scratched his head. In his memory, there was an operator in the porridge who carried a replica of the Black Steel weapon in Laterano, and he would be visited by notary office staff from time to time.

But Han Fei didn't encounter that kind of treatment this time.

After all, he actually spent a long time playing jungle on the periphery this time.

That's the real outer perimeter, far away from the main city of Laterano.

No matter how much the notary office staff cared about the gun, they wouldn't go to the wilderness to cause trouble for Han Fei.

"Anyway, accept it."

King Ivangelista XI smiled kindly and said, “Wearing this signifies that you have become a guest of Lateran. The gates of Lateran will always be open to you, and you will be welcome back at any time. Everyone will treat you as an honored guest. If you encounter danger, wear this, and the musketeers will help you solve your problems.”

He paused, then earnestly added, "Of course, if you really break the law, the cavalry won't bother you."

At this point, the Pope suddenly added, like a playful old man, "Oh, by the way, wearing this badge gives you a discount on cactus tarts at certain dessert shops. Seriously, the discount is quite substantial. I recommend the St. Vincent district; there's an old shop there that makes cactus tarts that I really like."

"Huh?"

Han Fei was immediately taken aback, wondering what kind of cactus tarts would satisfy the Pope's taste!

"Oh?"

The Pope noticed his expression and chuckled, "It seems you've already tried the cactus tart. How was it? Did you like it?"

Volume One: Chapter 124 Farewell and Return

After a brief hesitation, Han Fei frankly said, "I like to tell the truth, and this doesn't really suit my taste."

"It seems she doesn't like it."

The Pope remained smiling. Everyone has different tastes, and he naturally wouldn't force everyone to share his preference for fairy egg tarts.

Han Fei chatted with the Pope in the cathedral for a while, and when it was almost time, he got up to pull the switch.

The old pope was still present this time, but the atmosphere was much better than last time.

The journey was uneventful, and Han Fei successfully pulled the evacuation switch.

The next second, the familiar male voice announced something in Han Fei's ears once again.

At the same time, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice quietly emerged from the quiet underground.

Wishing you all the best from now on...

"Huh?"

Han Fei was startled at first, then laughed and said, "Thank you for your kind words. By the way, can you predict for me what the probability is that I will touch the Heart of Africa next?"

The old pope standing to the side seemed unsurprised.

Han Fei, this young man, has already surprised him too much. The fact that the Law Host is taking the initiative to bid him farewell is really nothing special.

Shortly afterward, the legal system responded.

The probability is 100%.

"Is there really that much of a probability?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Don't try to fool me. So many people fight every day but have never even touched the heart of Africa."

The next second, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed a crucial detail when he asked the question, so he added, "How long will it take to touch the heart of Africa?"

The Law Mainframe didn't keep Han Fei waiting long; in almost the blink of an eye, this massive machine from the previous civilization delivered its conclusion.

[Specific time: Unknown]

"Fine, what a waste of time asking."

However, Han Fei wasn't particularly disappointed.

The mystery is part of the fun in tomb raiding.

After all, the unknown is what creates anticipation; conversely, if you already know exactly what you'll get before even entering the map, then it's no fun.

"Alright, I'm off. See you next time, PCS."

Looking forward to seeing you again.

Upon hearing the response from the PCS, Han Fei turned and left.

The old pope, standing to the side, looked at the cold, massive, futuristic circular matrix and unconsciously shook his head, sighing inwardly that people are indeed quite different.

Without saying much, he caught up with Han Fei.

After walking some distance, the old pope asked, "What is the Heart of Africa?"

"An extremely rare diamond," Han Fei explained casually. "It's incredibly valuable."

The old pope responded, unable to find any relevant records in his mind, but he still offered his best wishes: "Then, I wish you find that diamond soon."

Han Fei smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words."

The old pope was indeed a gentle elder. He escorted Han Fei all the way to the cathedral entrance and watched him walk straight to the square in front of the cathedral before stopping, without leaving.

The garden square in front of the cathedral was the evacuation point for Lateran.

At that time, people came and went, and Remian and her friends were just a tiny, insignificant group among them.

Mostima and Fiameta were also present. Seeing Han Fei return, Mostima asked, "When are you leaving?"

Han Fei glanced at the countdown: "Three more minutes. We'll leave when the time is up."

"So short."

Mostima sighed softly, the distant smile on his face vanishing, replaced by a serious and solemn expression: "No matter what, you are my friend. I wish you a safe journey ahead."

“Yes, have a safe journey,” Fiameta echoed.

"I wish you all the best." Han Fei smiled, turning his gaze to Remy An, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and anticipation: "So, my dear An, can you give me an answer now?"

Remianne's lips curved slightly, and she was about to speak softly, "My answer is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of intense and high-pitched rock music suddenly erupted!

The sudden noise abruptly cut off Remian's words. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the confessional cart on the street was the source of the music.

"These confessional vehicles...?"

Remien frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure at being interrupted flashing across her face, adding to her worries.

Mostima listened intently, expressionless. "This music... sounds familiar."

Upon hearing this, Remianne immediately realized, "Wait! This is Xiao Le!" She quickly explained, "She mentioned to me before that she would play this rock song in front of the whole school on graduation day to announce that she, Remianne, has officially graduated."

"Uh..." Han Fei's heart sank suddenly.

—Damn it, is she going to pull that "act first, ask questions later" trick again?

The music from the confessional vans grew louder and the rhythm more intense—not just from a single van raising its volume, but from more and more confessional vans joining the rock 'n' roll frenzy.

One confessional vehicle after another appeared around the square, an unusual occurrence that naturally alerted the cathedral guards.

However, the Lateran pedestrians in the square were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they were all very interested, and some even took out their own musical instruments and joined in the impromptu performance!

The guards were about to move, and even the musketeers were ready to step forward to stop them, but they were stopped by a gesture—Pope Ivangelista XI raised his left hand and said gently, “No need to be nervous. It seems to be a lively young man, using this performance to bid farewell to our guests.”

The guards stopped at the command, but their eyes remained fixed on the interrogation vehicle, ready for action.

Han Fei didn't notice the old pope's actions. He looked at the Lateran people who were engrossed in their activities and couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly: "You Lateran people are really carefree."

The rousing music swelled, and a fiery red-haired girl leaped into view. She carried a guitar on her shoulder, her fingers flying across the strings, producing a powerful rhythm.

As the music reached its climax, Remuel abruptly stopped playing, magically produced a microphone, and shouted into his mouth:

"Good morning, everyone from Laterano!"

The horn of the confessional vehicle carried the girl's energetic voice throughout the square.

"Today is an incredibly happy day—I, Remuel, have graduated from the Chief Odor Comprehensive Academy!"

The nearby Sakorta residents may not all know this 17-year-old girl, but at this moment, empathy becomes the most direct bridge.

The girl's overflowing joy and excitement infected everyone like a tidal wave. Even strangers applauded enthusiastically, congratulating her on her graduation and cheering for the performance.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

Feeling the overwhelming emotions evoked by the empathetic feedback, Remuel's smile widened. She bowed to the crowd and continued her declaration:

"Moreover! Today also means that a brand new chapter is about to begin in my life!"

She took a deep breath, her voice rising even higher:

"I, Remuel, am about to embark on a grand, unknown adventure that belongs to me!"

"Please wish me luck! Remuel's grand adventure—"

"Let's begin!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she placed the microphone on the confessional van beside her, slung her backpack and guitar over her shoulder, and ran straight towards the pink figure, shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Sis—! Wait for me! I'm coming!"

The next second, the red figure shot into Remian's arms like a cannonball. The immense force caused Remian's upper body to arch backward sharply—

But she caught her younger sister steadily, without taking a single step back.