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The ghost pulled down its mask for no apparent reason and returned to its cute appearance. It tore a piece of pure white soul liquid from the void and prepared to splash it on the person's face to perform double repair on the other person.

But before he could do anything, the office door was banged open.

After all, the noise just now was not small, so it is not surprising that it attracted the attention of other operators.

"Hey, Zilan! Is there something wrong with you?"

The newly hired Archangel peeked over and saw the ghost at first sight, and then he saw the man lying on the ground.

"Eh!!!! What's going on?"

283 The First Encounter between a Ghost and an Exia

"Oh, so what happened is that he suddenly fainted, right? You don't know what happened, right? So you are a new operator?"

Having understood part of the situation, Archangel Power squatted down and looked at the ghost in front of him with a smile.

Then he stretched out his hand and bumped fists with the other person.

"Let's go! Do you mind giving me a hand?"

The ghost nodded.

Angel of Power grabbed Zilan and carried her on her back. Her waist bent under the weight and her whole body sank. She made an exaggerated expression of overwork and subconsciously called out Texas' name.

"Texas, help me, my back is about to break!"

After she shouted, she felt really lighter, and then she returned to her playful and smiling look.

"Oh, thank you! Texas is worthy of..."

She had just given a thumbs-up and was halfway through her words when she remembered that Texas was not there. A cool breeze blew overhead, and she looked up. It was the little boy with large, somewhat transparent black wings growing behind him. He was floating above her, helping her pull people.

"……well!!!!"

She looked up again, her tone full of uncontrollable surprise, but this surprise quickly turned into an uncontrollable smile.

She didn't expect that such a small person could burst out with such huge power. The main reason was that the other party was a little shorter than the petite Shelin. She thought the other party was a child. Now it seems that he might be the shorter one in the Dulin tribe.

"Then, let's go! Everyone, make way."

In this way, the two people, one big and one small, carried poor Zilan and came to the infirmary without stopping, becoming a beautiful scenery on Rhodes Island today.

Zilan, whose body was heavy and sinking, suddenly felt a soft white light enveloping her whole body. It was such a warm and addictive feeling. She opened her eyes in a daze, and then saw a large circle of people around her, including the newly reported Archangel, a group of familiar colleagues, and a ghost hanging on Archangel's body, with its head sticking out from his shoulder.

And two problem children. No, Yue Jianye is not a child, he is just a problem.

When Ifrit saw the other person's gaze sweeping over her, she, who was fearless, shrank under the table for the first time. If it was really her who caused the other person to go to the hospital, she would feel guilty no matter what.

Yue Jianye showed a beautiful smile, put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people around Zhou Weiwei, Zi Lan had no doubt that he would make an exaggerated gesture.

"If you need anything, please let me know. It would be my pleasure to serve you, my beautiful little girl."

Then he was thrown out by the medical operators in the medical room. When closing the door, the perfumer whispered an apology and locked the door tightly, leaving Yue Jianye outside, blown by the cold wind.

After all, when Zilan, who seemed to have finally calmed down, seemed to be showing signs of real anger, most of the medical operators reached a consensus that they must not let this guy stay any longer.

"So what happened?"

Gavial, who was always impatient, immediately asked. After all, the truth he learned from the Archangel sounded a bit mysterious.

For example, maybe he fainted from anger. This kid was a new operator, so she didn't know. Anyway, he fainted for no apparent reason and didn't give any explanation. If they hadn't checked carefully to make sure there were no other hidden illnesses, and if they hadn't checked carefully to make sure his oripathy was under fairly stable control thanks to the medicine given by the doctor, they would have suspected that there might be some new variant of oripathy.

"I remember I was sorting out the operator registration sheet that Ifrit had messed up, and then I saw what happened to this child afterwards. I can't remember it very clearly. According to you, I fainted, right? I'm sorry, I don't remember anything."

Zilan pressed her head and tried hard to recall everything she had forgotten, but there was only a blank. She was sure that she must have forgotten something, rather than suddenly falling into a coma, but perhaps her self-protection mechanism was superior enough. Until the end, well, she did not recall this incident for a long time.

"So this kid is a new operator? His race is Durin, right?"

The moment after answering the question, she subconsciously cast a glance at the ghost. Although the ghost that had been hanging on the shoulder of Archangel seemed to have no presence and no movements, it had actually been attracting the attention of many medical operators.

Some found it familiar, others found it cute.

Those who thought it looked familiar took another look, but always felt as if something was missing, so they attributed it to their own illusion.

Pure and Green were not here this time.

The ghost shook his head, silently thought about his own race, and then raised the sign unsteadily.

[container]

It thought about it and felt that something was wrong. It was no longer just a container, so the words on the sign changed again.

[Void]

He is the God of the Void, so there is nothing wrong with saying that he is a member of the Void clan. The ghost nodded affirmatively.

"The Void, a race I've never heard of. Tell me about it."

Exia reached out and poked the ghost's wings, which were half-exposed under his cloak, and smiled.

[Void?]

It always felt that no matter what description it used, it was not quite accurate, so the words on the sign changed again and again, and it didn't know how many times it changed.

[huge]

[Strong combat power]

[Making good use of the soul?]

[a lot of]

[Hollow?]

The repeated changes of words completely confused Exiah. She subconsciously raised her hand to scratch her hair. Before she could ask more questions, an inconspicuous medical operator suddenly shouted as if she had suddenly realized something.

"Wait a minute, I remember. I remember where I've seen this little guy before? It seems to be the doctor's friend. I saw it on the battlefield. No, to be more precise, I've seen this brand."

"Hey, now that you mention it, I remember it too. He's the doctor's friend. Why didn't the doctor tell us?"

There was a lot of discussion going on, and the Archangel seemed to have thought of something and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Are you the Doctor's friend from another world? I thought that was just a rumor."

The ghost nodded vigorously, and the next moment, the door of the medical room was reopened. Outside the door was a familiar person. The doctor squatted down with some effort and squeezed in.

After all, he usually came into the medical room lying down, so he didn't notice that the door here was a bit low.

"Ghost, you forgot to inform me when you came over. If you have a chance next time, remember to make it up to me."

284 Memories of Ghost and Quino's Communion Again

The ghost sat in a chair, head bowed, legs dangling unsteadily.

The light from above is not very bright, but slightly soft.

The table, which was always tidy in the past, was now piled with a wide variety of food, especially honey cakes. There were so many that it was almost full. Some of them almost slipped off but were caught by the ghost's void tendrils before they hit the ground, and then gently placed back on the table.

There are often operators outside the door peeking in and leaving after a while.

Before the doctor left, he asked the ghost if it needed anything. The ghost just shook its head. It just wanted to find a quiet place to rest, that's all.

So it just sits here, with no one around.

Exia originally wanted to come over and chat for a few more minutes, but as he watched the orders piling up in the trading station, he could only raise his hand, say sorry, and disappear from sight.

Another pancake slid down, and this time the ghost didn't move, letting it roll to the ground and make a noise.

Its thoughts drifted to the blue lake and to the friend who was sitting by the lake and thinking quietly.

It has been a while since this happened.

A gentle breeze rustled the grass and rippled the calm lake. This was one of the few places in Hallownest that hadn't changed at all. Even the insects that came here were few and far between.

Because this was what the ghost wanted, no one disobeyed it. In fact, this was not the first time it and Quino had talked. They had talked many times, many, many times in this unchanging place.

Sometimes it really is like a fool trapped in the past, wandering aimlessly, constantly taking steps in the same place.

The ghost asked a question in awkward words.

"Why jump?"

It didn't realize this at first, but later in the chat group, it got to know more people and learned more, and the ghost also understood a truth: nothing happens without reason, there must always be a starting point and a reason.

Quino didn't hesitate to answer the question.

"It's just that I've reached the end of my journey and I have no regrets. I've done everything I needed to do."

"Will the journey have an end?" The ghost tilted his head to look at the man and asked again.

"Everything has its end. Everything will come to an end someday. All we can do is finish our unfinished business before it's all over," Quino replied with a smile. "The scenery and people along the way, and the miracles you've shown me, are enough."

"Besides," he said, a rare moment of dejection flashing across his eyes. An optimistic smile returned to his face as he nonchalantly stated the truth that had once weighed heavily on him. "My days would have been numbered by then. Rather than dragging my aging body through the already explored Hallownest, I'd rather be buried in this quiet and peaceful place. It would be better than dying in an unknown corner, losing my weapons along with them."

"Now why stay?"

When asking this question, the ghost looked at the other person nervously, fearing that the other person would repeat the same mistake again because he could not find a sufficient reason, even if the other person had assured him over and over again.

"Isn't it interesting to see a familiar place become brand new and more interesting? I'm looking forward to this new kingdom. I think it will bring me new miracles."

"If I asked you to stay, would you have stayed?"

The ghost kept wondering, if only he had invited the other person, or hadn't refused, would things have turned out differently? Even if the other person inevitably grew old, would he have been able to walk the final journey of his life peacefully? Even if it didn't make any sense, he still wanted to know.

Not everything has to have meaning, because meaning itself is attached.

"Maybe. I'm not sure what decision I would have made in the past, because everything I thought and considered back then is completely different from what I think now. If I were to go back and make the decision, I might not be able to make the decision I had in mind back then."

"Besides, those are already in the past. No matter what, it's over. The long river of time will continue to flow, and we will only keep moving forward. So, my little friend, you don't need to worry too much about me. Just keep moving forward, and that's all."

It was still standing still, but that was totally irrelevant.

It was quiet here again, and it was quiet for a long time. They sat there side by side, gazing at the blue lake.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last. They have enough time to untie the knot in their hearts, and they also have enough time to stay where they are.

Everyone thought the ghost was mature enough. Even the people in the chat group regarded it as the most reliable friend and companion. Even Tony Stark never regarded it as a real child, but as a mentally healthy person who could be treated equally.

But Quino knew, simply knew, and Green knew too.

The ghost is not omnipotent. It is just a child who is stumbling and trying to figure out how to express his emotions. So sometimes, he will be confused and stop for a short time. It is just that he is too blank and too decisive, which makes him appear particularly mature.

Quino didn't mind chatting with his short friend. It didn't matter how long the conversation lasted because the other party needed it.

The memories ended here. The shrill alarm sounded throughout every inch of Rhodes Island. Even the ghost was inevitably disturbed. It jumped down from the chair without hesitation. The black shadow passed through the closed door and quickly shuttled among the orderly operators.

Finally, it stopped in front of the doctor. As if he had expected it, the doctor prepared a high chair for it, and then watched it spread its wings and jump up.

"This operation is simple. My friend Ghost will join the team and fight alongside you. Ceobe, Exia, SilverAsh, Amiya, Push King, Scavenger, Hemer, Perfumer, Alfala, Saria, Cross, and Snake Slayer. We will form a 13-man assault team this time, aiming to be the first to capture the team that Jian Gu is with. No problem, let's get ready to go."

The doctor decisively ignored Keobe who had been raising her hand. After the previous few strange experiences, she would always ask some unreliable questions before setting off. It didn't matter if she didn't answer them, because she wouldn't take them to heart.

Why so sure?

Because the first few times he answered seriously, for a full half hour, and then ten minutes later the other party had forgotten everything.

285 Rhodes Island's proactive attack

It was still dark, the dawn had not yet arrived, and the high-rise buildings around here were in ruins and not yet overgrown with weeds. This should have been the center of the war, but due to the strong rise of Rhodes Island, the offensive of the Integration Movement was frustrated again and again. Now only a few small groups were wandering around here. Of course, this did not mean that they gave up, but they just made their team more secretive. After all, compared with the large-scale Integration Movement, the elite tactics adopted by Rhodes Island still stood out.

However, they also rescued a large number of civilians and in order to suppress oripathy, most of the rescued civilians were temporarily taken in and detained under special pretexts. Rhodes Island, which performed particularly well during the war, naturally received preferential treatment. Specially developed oripathy inhibitory drugs were unknowingly mixed into the daily diet of all civilians to slow down and prevent the disease.

When this decision was made, it was almost jointly agreed by Amiya and the Doctor. Even if it meant paying some price, these unrelated civilians had to be rescued. Kal'tsit did not object, but did not support it either. She just coldly said, "You guys can do it yourself," and said nothing more.

Fortunately, with the full support of Kalan Trade and the mercenary gold earned during the war, Rhodes Island's finances were barely balanced, and even suffered a slight loss, so that most of the huge amount of money accumulated by Rhodes Island over the years turned into nothing.

now

The team led by Amiya carefully shuttled through this battlefield that had never been asleep, for fear of alerting the enemy and falling into encirclement.

This was a unique surprise attack, completely different from the previous passive defense. It was a bold attempt. However, since the combat strategy was proposed by the doctor, all the operators naturally chose to believe him, and naturally there was no so-called rebuttal.

As for why Amiya was leading the charge, it was because the Doctor was answering Ceobe's questions in the back. Well, it seemed that he naturally softened his heart again, even though he knew that there was a certain probability that the questions he answered were worthless. But if he could really be so hard-hearted towards the Operator, then he would not be the Doctor.

The ghost was being carried on the shoulders of Archangel Exo. With the help of Archangel Exo's light, he was carefully outlining the map. As for why it was on his shoulders, it was because he saw that Archangel Exo was very persistent about this matter, so he did not refuse.

"Let me see it."

The Angel of Power watched with great interest as her new friend sat on her shoulder, holding a feather pen, dipped it in some black liquid, and drew. With just a few strokes, he had sketched out a map that looked quite rough.