This Is Your Request

However, Rhodes Island is still providing relief.

"So, you think... these Ursus militiamen have had another episode?" Ines provoked the Sarkaz girl. "That's really something, 'consistent with Doctor 'Oute statement'!"

The Sarkaz girl's logic was based on the refugees' calm reflection. But expecting "humanity" to remain rational forever is indeed a pipe dream.

"You bastard!" W was about to explode when the following events escalated further.

Seeing that no one was stopping him, the Ursus soldier grinned, and a few drops of his own juices splashed out.

"Still trying to deny it! What's in that pocket!?"

He continued to kick the refugee violently, then knelt on the refugee's neck.

W climbed over the railing.

Just as the polar bear's greedy paw reached into the refugee's pocket, a sharp blade pressed against its own neck.

The Sarkaz girl effortlessly wielded a lightweight power halberd specially made for a certain late-stage Homo sapiens with one hand, coldly stating, "Don't bring shame upon Doctor. Oute."

The Ursus soldier protested, "I was just following the Doctor's orders... to maintain order!"

The surrounding refugees and Deepwinter Soldiers retreated in unison. In the distance, under Ines's command, several Sarkaz centurions halted the long procession.

"Oh, the Doctor's order?" W pulled a candy from a corner.

She stared at the Ursus candy for a long time.

Her bright red fingernails brought the candy wrapped in purple wrapper to her thin lips, and her pearly white teeth gently bit it off, using her other hand, which was holding the power halberd, to remove the wrapper.

"Pooh."

The white interior of the candy wrapper faced upwards as it slowly floated down.

"Speaking of which, Ursus's candy is pretty good. I found quite a lot when I sneaked into the Core City last time."

W chewed slowly. "Chocolate, peanuts, candy... that stinky otter specifically warned me not to eat too much, or it will cause cavities."

"Thinking about it this way, the Chernobog people actually have a pretty good life; they can eat sugar until their teeth rot," the Sarkaz girl mumbled. "I guess country folk can only gnaw on black bread until their teeth rot?"

"Crunch, crunch, think about it carefully, crunch, crunch, isn't this the best day for us Sarkaz?"

Her thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Ugh, why did I even tell you all this?"

"Gulp, that's right." W swallowed the candy crumbs.

With a slight drag, a few drops of blood glistened on the Ursus soldier's neck.

"You were a refugee before, right?"

"The stinky otter rescued you from Chernobog and has repeatedly sent its best warriors to the Core City."

"He shoved that 'rush' thing into your hands, granting you the privilege of war." The young girl accidentally mispronounced the word.

"To put this useless piece of trash to good use as soon as possible, he even connected you to the internet."

The Ursus soldier's throat bobbed.

"That? It's really exhausting. Just that one time I commanded you guys against the regular army, I almost got gray hair."

"Oh, sorry, I mostly have gray hair."

"Anyway, the thought of having someone like you dragging us down inside makes me feel disgusted."

"Oute is a leader, after all; he has some self-respect." The demon girl looked around. "Did he order you to do such a despicable thing?"

Both soldiers and refugees remained silent in fear.

The Ursus soldier, still clinging to a sliver of hope, called out to the other soldiers, "That Sarkaz woman's gone mad! Come help her..."

This is absolutely unacceptable.

"Tsk." W said listlessly.

So why make Hedley or Ines do this lousy work!

Let me do it, and this is the result.

The blood, like sweet rain, turned into raindrops after the "fountain".

The foul-smelling red color completely covered the white sugar coating.

The demon girl's orange-yellow eyes seemed to radiate a chilling light with their sharp pupils. Her hand, which had been holding a purple candy, now deftly gripped the Ursus soldier's hair, her bright red nails appearing even more vivid.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

She raised her head, gestured around, and then left it in place like a discarded candy wrapper.

The demon girl rubbed Oute's power halberd against the headless corpse, but seeing that she couldn't remove the blood, she clicked her tongue and simply addressed the crowd:

"Listen up, soldiers of Oute!"

"You may only steal when Oute orders you to!"

"You may only rob when Oute orders you to!"

Looking into the eyes of the Deepwinter Soldiers, W brandished his power halberd and said, "As per Doctor. Oute's orders! The soldier who violated military discipline has been executed! I choose to behead him and display his head to the public!"

In that look, there was fear, but also submission.

"The rest!"

"Maintain order and ensure the resettlement of all refugees!"

The Deepwinter Soldiers, exchanging glances for a while.

So the refugees continued their journey.

Chapter 229 This is your request

Eyjafjalla carried the lunch, glancing around. An air of intellect and aloofness emanated from Caprinae's eyes, freezing her beautiful face like ice. The Bloodfiend, reeking of engine oil and sporting dark circles under his eyes, reluctantly followed behind her.

Finally, the little lamb discovered the Americas... W.

Oute carried the tray and walked towards her.

Currently, the Sarkaz mercenaries are undergoing a new round of training at Number Fourteen Facility. They are actually eating with the operators and Deepwinter Soldiers who are involved in the "reconstruction" of Number Fourteen Facility. Since there is no snowfall and the cleared housing is insufficient to accommodate everyone in the short term, they are simply eating outdoors.

The steam rising from the bowl, greeted by the cool air, turned into wisps of white smoke, carrying an enticing aroma that tantalized every hungry person.

One of them was Sarkaz girl.

She was surrounded by several mercenaries of her own kind.

Due to historical reasons, W and his Sarkaz mercenaries are currently operating outside the core of Rhodes Island. Despite their various aspirations, their mercenary habits are deeply ingrained, and they remain quite wary of Rhodes Island.

Naturally, in such situations, they instinctively huddle around their fair, just, and capable leader.

"Boss, well done!"

Several well-informed Sarkaz had already heard about what had happened not long ago.

"Give those greedy beasts a good beating! Let them know who's in charge here!"

Although W and his group's plan for distributing the spoils had been supported by the Sarkaz, this did not mean that they harbored any resentment or aversion to the previous acts of looting and vandalism.

Naturally, they were not considering this matter from a military discipline perspective.

She handled the disciplinary issue on her own whim; will Oute accept that?

Even though he said it was all up to me...

The food in front of W had been mashed into a paste.

Faced with the nervous Sarkaz girl, the mercenaries' flattery backfired spectacularly.

"Aren't these hot treats enough to shut you up?!"

W's sarcastic and rude attitude only made the unruly mercenaries more obedient.

"Yes, sir!" They wolfed down the meat porridge in front of them as if they had received a royal decree.

The Sarkaz girl unconsciously started showing off what she had just learned. "I said, you guys should eat some vegetables too, otherwise you'll lack fiber and... you know, you'll have trouble pooping..."

It seems that oatmeal porridge is not considered "vegetarian" in the eyes of someone with only a superficial understanding of food.

"Ahem." The little lamb interrupted W's rude remarks, "I'm quite certain that there are a large number of people dining here right now."

"They're all coarse eaters, fed with the same ladles. Do you think I don't know whether they can even stomach it!" the Sarkaz girl complained. "Don't you dare interfere in my troops, do you think you're some kind of stinky otter..."

Looking at that indifferent face, she suddenly realized something, and a smile involuntarily spread across her lips, "So it was you!"

Eyjafjalla nodded, Oute said, "Well done."

W slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

She exclaimed excitedly, "I knew it! You definitely wanted to do this! Otherwise, why would you let me take over!?"

Wait, that's not what you were thinking a second ago!

The Sarkaz, with expressions of mixed reverence and fear, quietly distanced themselves from Eyjafjalla.

They gathered at a distance, eating and whispering among themselves:

"It's true... the legends are all true..."

"Is that Liberi actually his body?"

"Not Pegasus?"

"Jun, [Sarkaz profanity], is that feather a crow's?"

Is it possible that the Doctor is actually a woman?

"What?"

"Look, she's much more charming than the boss!"

"Which girl isn't like that?"