Yes! I'm Running a Fever!

In order to protect his glorious and upright image in his daughter's eyes, Oute stopped in time and replaced himself and Kal'tsit with Otto.

"But dislike, disgust, or even hostility are not reasons for conflict."

Oute looked up at the towering Lungmen Guard Department building in the distance of the city.

"We need to give outsiders a reason... and if we choose the right reason, someone will pay us."

Rhodes Island, or rather, the real conflict between Oute and Reunion Movement, is based on a simple fact: Oute wants to reclaim the Sarcophagus, wants the Chernobog dragon bones, and... wants to "pick up" some Chernobog plots.

This places the conflict between Oute and the Reunion Movement at a delicate juncture: if the Reunion Movement's mind is functioning normally and it has no intention of monopolizing the entire Chernobog, there is actually room for cooperation between him and the Reunion Movement.

Thinking this through, Oute shook his head and said, "Wei Yenwu needs to use a trustworthy person to discover 'alone' that Talulah's mind has been corrupted. At the same time, he also needs to discover 'alone' that we happen to have the means to treat this disease."

There should be many paths to the outcome that Oute most desired.

"Huh?"

Amiya was somewhat surprised.

From her bright, sparkling eyes, one could easily discern this thought: What do we have?

"Wei Yenwu will see it." Oute glanced at the handheld terminal.

Don't worry about whether we have it or not; Wei Yenwu will assume we do anyway.

On the screen, the office was still entangled with those stiff, extremely fearless white-masked figures.

Mephisto's Herd.

It was only after realizing that Mephisto had already entered the Lungmen that Oute intentionally slowed down his pace.

With all the conditions in place, Oute decided to change course and take a more profitable route—he had assumed that Mephisto, who was already mentally unstable, wouldn't be on the front lines, so this plan was originally just a backup.

Fate is unpredictable; the large intestine encloses the small intestine.

This attack, whose cause is like a dark comedy... is now part of the plan.

He's quite good as a living advertisement in this field...

Oute changed the subsequent arrangements for Sharp and the others.

Plan C.

Just as the Skullshatterer and Crownslayer were heading to reinforce the office, the office also mobilized a vanguard.

Named individuals include Sharp, GreyThroat, and... Ethan.

As mentioned earlier, in a proper siege, simply holding your ground is a highly discouraged approach.

Chapter 134 Yes! I do have a fever!

In order to allow Wei Yenwu to discover what he was supposed to discover "alone" and to prevent Faust from running away with Mephisto at lightning speed, Oute slightly lowered the mission objectives of the office's elite squad.

"Amiya, have you heard the story of boiling a frog in lukewarm water?" Oute asked calmly, hands in his pockets, much like Kal'tsit.

Amiya nodded and said, "I've heard of it before."

She knew there was more to Oute's story.

As expected, Oute nodded and said, "But that's just a story."

"You can't boil a frog in lukewarm water. Even if the temperature rises little by little, the frog will still jump out when it's time to jump."

"What prevents the frog from jumping out of the pot isn't the gradual increase in temperature, but the pot lid."

Amiya quickly turned her head, looked around, and then suddenly grabbed Oute's right arm, saying, "Doc Otter! We are the pot lid!"

Specter glanced at Amiya's chest, then lowered his eyes.

Through the eyes of Huang, Eyjafjalla, and the Earthspirit, Oute watched the battle unfold at the office, then dialed Ch'en's number.

He said in a feigned manner, "Superintendent Chen, we need your help."

The only sound on the other end of the communication line was the howling wind, mixed with Ch'en's firm reply, "Speak!"

She had already left Wei Yenwu's place and was disembarking from her vehicle, carrying orders, heading towards the city wall.

Logically, under these circumstances, such an order could be transmitted remotely. However, Wei Yenwu reluctantly hatched a scheme—he sent Ch'en with the warrant.

Oute glanced at the Herd and described, "We found a group of Reunion Movement members in the slums whose limbs were extremely stiff, seemingly without any sense of pain, and who were fearless in the face of death."

After a pause, he continued, "Furthermore, other Reunion Movement members, once defeated, will exhibit the same characteristics: stiff limbs, no pain sensation, and fearlessness in the face of death."

Ch'en was startled. "A zombie!?"

Oute corrected, "Strictly speaking, they still possess many of the physiological characteristics of a living person..."

On the other end of the communication, the faint sound of hurried footsteps could be heard; perhaps Ch'en had calmed down?

"Understood, I will arrange reinforcements."

Ch'en gave an affirmative answer, and then she added, "I'll call you back later."

She immediately ended the call.

The artillery fire stopped completely about three minutes after she lost communication.

Oute glanced at the time thoughtfully; the entire shelling had lasted about forty minutes.

This is a very subtle number.

Oute up, the office building, the tallest building in the area, came into view.

He pondered for a moment, "Judging by the time, Rhodes Island's aircraft should be almost ready."

That was after Oute received a communication from Ch'en, informing him that the Sarkaz were "besieging" the city, and then deployed them there through the PRTS system.

So, it's time to pay attention to... the Sarkaz issue.

Oute tilted his head and began to "harass" W.

In the wilderness, W used his dagger to pull a charred potato from the fire.

To help Oute, she entrusted the mercenaries to her "foster parents" and is now rejoining the main force with a small number of Sarkaz mercenaries.

The hot, fragrant potato bounced several times in the Sarkaz girl's nimble hands, and only after it cooled slightly did she break it apart along the cut.

After taking a deep breath, the girl reached back with her delicate hand, about to find the Chernobog Salt in her bag and sprinkle it on, when her eyes suddenly turned cold.

Oute slightly parted the half potato, spread out his right hand, and looked at W's palm, which was stained with a layer of black ash.

"Aren't you going to wipe it off?"

W snorted, thinking to himself, "How can I be like you?"

"Living in a land-based warship every day, they're really living the high life!"

She reached for the white salt again.

Salted potatoes can be prepared in two ways: the complicated and wasteful salt-baking method, or simply baked, broken apart, and then sprinkled with salt.

"Your troops have been completely wasted," Oute said abruptly.

The Sarkaz girl's thumb was dislocated, shifting away from her index and middle fingers.

With a flick of their fingers, the spoils from Chernobog fell into the fire, crackling and popping once more.

Her face was almost contorted, displaying her most skillful facial expressions, and she shouted sharply, "What!?"

"A group of Sarkaz are driving the infected swarming onto the city walls."

"...I thought it was something else." W breathed a sigh of relief and re-rubbed salt onto the potato.

So what if they swarm?

So what if a few, dozens, hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of Ursus refugees die?

It can only be said that she was only attracted to Theresa's personal charm, and had absolutely no interest in Theresa's political views.

"But now the army has taken over the city walls," Oute said, only stopping short of finishing his sentence.

W's hand trembled, and half a potato almost fell to the ground.

With her limited resources, she could barely hold her own on the infantry lines, but how could she possibly contend with an army supported by city defenses?

You can have anything in your dreams.

Unlike the Lungmen Guard Department, the military's role in defending the city means they are ready to launch an attack at any time.

Oute then "kindly" took over her body and recaptured the half potato for her in mid-air.

With just the right amount of force, the falling potato slightly opened W's cup-shaped hand, bringing it to a steady stop inside.

"Moreover, the shelling has stopped," Oute emphasized.

This either means that these Sarkaz have been eliminated, or that someone has halted the artillery fire. In either case, for these Sarkaz, the only difference lies in the tense of the word "death"—past, present perfect, or future perfect.

W's breath hitched.

Her fortune was the result of all her hard work, deception, and diligent scheming to seize power!

The wind grew louder, and several Sarkaz who were with W turned their gaze away from the stove fire.

They informed W, saying, "Boss! Look up!"

This highly regular "wind sound" is precisely from a near-Earth aircraft.

W viciously shoved the half-eaten salted potato that Oute had managed to keep into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "Men! Get on board!"

The stinky otter's pirate ship!

A Sarkaz, looking bewildered, asked, "Boss, what... what kind of flying machine is that?"

In a fit of anger, W threw the other half of a salted potato at them, yelling, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I said it! Get on the ship!"

Another Sarkaz pointed to the approaching triangular castle emblem on the aircraft and said, "Boss? Shall we take both this time?"

Clever, but only a little bit clever.

However, why is it "also"?

How come you guys are so skilled?