Comedy

Oute head.

Amiya's negotiations went well.

He swallowed the fruit peel and said nice things to Talulah: "Rhodes Island's demands of you are only these. Besides, even if you don't help us, matters other than the 'Reorganization Reunion Movement' are on our agenda."

After saying that, he put the other apple he had just peeled into his mouth.

No, you're sitting here just to steal fruit from the patients?

And since you're eating both the peel and the flesh, why peel it at all!?

"Thanks."

The apples that Oute had given to Talulah earlier had turned slightly yellow because they had already been peeled and exposed to the air for some time.

She put the apple in her mouth, rolled out of bed, and her fair feet shone brightly on the clean white floor.

He removed the apple again, the tomboy in his hospital gown swaying slightly, but still decisive. "I'll leave this place for you to talk. I guess you've already prepared the surgery for me?"

"Go outside, turn right, there's a Bloodfiend waiting for you." Oute wiped his hands and suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, Alina was quite unhappy about you being barefoot."

"Please tell her for me... I will take good care of myself."

Talulah, somewhat disheveled, found her slippers under the hospital bed and ran towards the new life.

Before leaving, she gave Patriot one last look, subtly demonstrating to him how to escape the political quagmire.

Unfortunately, the soldiers were either genuinely slow-witted or feigning ignorance, and did not respond at all.

"... military adviser."

"This girl... she..."

Is she the new Demon King?

Kal'tsit frowned, saying nothing—she actually hated the word "Demon Lord."

After Oute personally demolished the Babel and killed Theresa, and after Oute was sent to the Chernobog Sarcophagus to heal, Kal'tsit, who was left alone to clean up the mess, had only that item and that word left to hate and be hostile towards.

Chapter 210 Comedy

January 3, 1097, 08:24:38.

"Hurry! We need to fix the heating system before the Catastrophe hits!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get the ice cleared first! Otherwise, nothing will work!"

Deepwinter Soldiers, Yeti Squad, guerrillas, Chernobog refugees, some Reunion Movement members, and even former Ursus regulars in shackles, were all working feverishly, either puffing out white steam or being worked feverishly by them. Just like these diverse hands, shovels of all sizes and various engineering vehicles were also involved in the ice removal operation.

As expected, the moisture surging from Lungmen turned into ice crystals at Number Fourteen Facility. Combined with the previous heavy rain and the accumulated snow on the ground, the construction environment here is now a complete mess.

It's unlikely there will be any substantial progress until these things are initially cleared out.

Dragon and Cherish are geographically very close, but the Originium veins and the wilderness create an invisible dividing line, making their climates largely separate. This separation, in turn, exacerbates the harshness of the wilderness.

"Phew, no alcohol for breakfast? Can Rhodes Island even be considered Ursus Corporation?!"

During a break from work, someone casually remarked.

"[Ursus profanity] Not everyone drinks it even in the morning!"

"That's right!"

"Who told you Rhodes Island is Ursus Enterprises?"

"Then why are you helping us like this when we're all infected!"

There was a brief lull in the conversation, but then someone started a new topic to pass the time while they worked.

"Miss Amiya is Rim Billiton, isn't she?"

"Dr. Kal'tsit and her apprentice are both from Ursus!"

Why not mention Doctor. Oute?

"Shh!"

"[Ursus swear word]! There are no police officers here!"

Did you see his ear tufts!?

"Liberi!"

"Liberi!"

"..."

You mean?

"Otherwise, why would they be so good to us?"

"Then what are you shushing me for? We haven't killed the Pegasus for a long time!"

This astonishing discovery excited the people of Ursus, but also made them act suspiciously.

"But they say the Pegasus are all bad... they used to treat us like slaves..."

"Do you believe Grandpa or the Doctor?"

"This... I can't distrust Grandpa."

"You still don't dare!? Chernobog's grandfathers! They're all dead!"

A little bear working alongside him froze for a moment.

"Good riddance!"

"It's all because of those bastards! Otherwise, we from Chernobog would have run away long ago!"

"You city folks can run fast! But what about us!"

The adoption rate of mobile land parcels in Ursus is still relatively low, and the urban-rural divide is manifesting itself in another way... The methods of land use are open to discussion...

Oute stood on the deck, noted this down on his terminal, then put it back in his pocket, observing the aircraft's trajectory. During these days of operations, Rhodes Island's near-ground aircraft and pilots had been working non-stop.

The near-ground aircraft descended slowly, and as soon as the pilot Dylan stepped out of the cabin, his legs went weak, Oute caught him with one hand.

Some of the aircraft are still assisting FrostNova.

Specter, dressed in a nun's habit, is pondering why Oute stopped her from doing the work for him.

Compared to material rewards, the spiritual care and concern were no less important. This kind of effortless "favor" should, of course, be done by Oute himself. Unfortunately, however, no matter how easy it was to do this "favor," many superiors were unwilling to do it.

"You've worked hard these past few days; your tactical operations on Rhodes Island have been instrumental."

"Rhodes Island will be holding an award ceremony in two or three days, and you'll be there," Oute said, adding another lame joke. "I'm planning to sell Kal'tsit's cat tree and use the cash as a reward for you guys."

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then gave a businesslike smile, "Doctor, you're really joking."

The cat tree here actually refers to the blueprints for the land-based warship. Although a lot of work remains to be done, Oute doesn't need to show the complete set of blueprints to Enciodes Silverash.

Of course, selling blueprints for cash is also a deceptive narrative. Although it can be described this way in the accounts, in reality, it's just a matter of withholding a portion of the cash intended for purchasing mineral raw materials. And these mineral raw materials will be obtained cheaply from Kjerag.

At the same time.

A sultry, fishy smell gradually rose from the surface of the Mobile City, mingling with the moisture stirred up by the Catastrophe, turning Lungmen into a veritable sauna. Although it was January, it felt like the transition from summer to autumn. The oppressive heat made one almost want to strip off their clothes, skin and all.

Inside the high-rise building, the air conditioning system quietly turns on both cooling and dehumidification.

"Rhodes Island has sent the latest Catastrophe briefing." Wei Yenwu clicked his tongue a few times; although he was still trying to quit smoking, the bowl of his pipe was already red-tinged. "They predict that we will be facing a 'winter' with intense sunshine, abundant rainfall, and high temperatures."

This time, it was Ch'en who looked down on Lungmen, her back to her blood relatives.

"... I bet a lot of people will want to go on vacation next time we resupply Jade Gate," Ch'en replied.

Rhodes Island is still requesting support; part of the "Boomerang" is expected to sweep through Number Fourteen Facility. But there are currently a large number of refugees being housed there, and they have sent in a large number of orders for supplies.

"That's a lot of money," she said casually.

"Ch'en." Wei Yenwu put down the briefing and solemnly placed the terminal he was holding on top of it.

On the fleeting chart, the edge of a Catastrophe prediction trajectory swept across Number Fourteen Facility, "just enough" to cover the battlefield where the Deepwinter Soldiers and the Ursus Regulars had previously clashed.

With the effects of a large amount of Active Originium, there is almost no possibility of organic remains being preserved. Even if they are preserved, with current technology, it is impossible to detect any valuable information in a short period of time.

A strong gust of wind blew from the balcony, and even with the terminals holding it down, the briefing still fluttered wildly. On one page, a large red dot marked the Lungmen channel. The wind grew stronger and stronger, even lifting the terminals off the ballast and revealing the timestamp of the briefing.

January 2, 1097, 20:55:44.

The briefings, instead of being delivered to the terminal, were buried deep within the paperwork.

Neither of them paid any attention to it.

"I can't hide it from you anymore," he said seriously. "I owe you."

Almost instantly, Wei Yenwu handed over all the powers he could to Ch'en. As the heart of Lungmen's power pulsed in Ch'en's fingertips, she could easily discern yet another deal between Wei Yenwu and Rhodes Island.

"... Do you really expect me to sing you a farewell poem?" Ch'en tried her best to straighten her posture, not letting the slightest tremor show.

"Lungmen still needs someone to lead the overall situation." At this critical moment, Wei Yenwu added unnecessarily, "Wen Yue won't do; my jealous younger brother won't allow my legacy..."

Widow.

In any case, the true dragon of the Yan and the traditions of the court would not tolerate an East Country serving as a "parent official"—even though the Governor of Lungmen was, in a sense, a "military position."

In contrast, Ch'en is an excellent choice in the short term.

She is deeply intertwined with Wei Yenwu, who has been working in Lungmen for many years, and Wei Yenwu's former subordinates will not resist her. She has served the public in Lungmen as a member of the Lungmen Guard Department for a long time, and the people support her.

Normally, the imperial court would not be happy to see Ch'en officially promoted from "Acting Military Governor of Lungmen," but under the immense military pressure from Ursus, the still-corrupt court would likely, after some commotion, reluctantly approve it for the reasons mentioned above.

As a female relative of the emperor, Ch'en posed no threat to the court. Having already proven her military and political abilities, the emperor was happy to go along with it.

Therefore, Ch'en will temporarily take charge of Lungmen. This emergency measure will almost certainly be implemented after a chaotic struggle.

A bolt of lightning flashed through the swirling dark clouds, and the pale sun disappeared in a flash on the eastern horizon.

The building gleamed briefly in the darkness before returning to its gloom.

The raindrops first drifted down slowly, then poured in a pattering sound, and then came a seemingly endless cacophony.