Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"That's fine, that's one of my biggest concerns, and since the situation is so ideal, I can feel the invisible burden on my shoulders a lot lighter." "

The question of the Chernoberg Aborigines and Integration Movement, as well as the Iron Guard and how Rhode Island would live in harmony, was once a matter of great concern to Rankopel.

Inno, who had previously returned to his original form, was once held to the throat by a Usas wounded and sick man in Chernoberg, and now this is unlikely to happen.

"Leader, [Usas slang] How can you just talk? Come, drink some wine, let's have a good chat, a few days have passed, but I can see you in person."

A Usasian in the iron guard dragged a large box of bottled wine next to him and said:

"This is all a good thing, the solid grain fermented local wine is stronger than the last Jintao brew!

"Miss Amia told us before, this small area on the deck is for our gatherings, and no one will disturb us, just like an open-air box." It

was difficult to be gracious, and it seemed that he was not close to people and wasted Amia's kindness, so Rankopel nodded, agreed, and beckoned the iron guards to come and drink wine.

"Honor the leader!" Soon

, the Iron Guards all toasted to Rankopel, and Rankopel also took a glass of wine that was about to overflow and walked around the old Iron Guards.

Goo~

Then he didn't pour it vaguely, and drank about half a cup in one sip.

"Whew – it feels hot all over my body. Rankopel

spat out a mouthful of wine, this kind of local wine is not as spicy as Jintao brew, like a fire-breathing fire, although it is still a little exciting, but it can already be accepted.

Its taste is indeed very mellow, and the aftertaste is quite strong but not sticky to the throat, which is much stronger than Jintao Brew.

This is a more acceptable wine.

However, the alcohol content of this wine is even faintly higher than that of Jintao Brew, reducing the irritation of burning the throat, and some people may fall asleep on the table before they know it.

But...... If it is Rankopel, as long as there is a heart, this situation can be completely avoided.

Because the blood demon does not have any drunkenness, use a trace of source stone skills to adjust the metabolism of your blood, and discharge that part of the alcohol from the skin pores through sweat.

It's just that Rankopel thinks it's not interesting, occasionally drunk once or twice, as long as you don't go crazy and cause trouble to others, it's also a rare experience.

"How's the infrastructure going on over there in Chernoborg?"

Rankopel asked about Chernoberg as he drank.

"When we came over, a lot of infrastructure had already been built, such as normal roads, base stations that transmit signals, and high power poles.

Weiss first drained a whole glass of wine, exhaled a strong aroma of wine, and said to Rankopel:

"It took us about a month to come here, and now more than a month has passed, presumably most of the infrastructure works in Chernoberg have been completely completed."

"After all, when we left, the two major projects of housing and transportation in Chernoberg alone were perfectly restored.

Rankopel nodded, adding some wine to himself, and continued to ask:

"What about the other aspects, such as how are the shops on the street opening again?"

"In the past, the storefronts on the street were basically buried in the ruins, but after cleaning up, now everything is available, and everyone with a little craftsmanship is scrambling to get the storefront."

"What tailor shops, bakeries, department stores, hunters' huts, music training institutions, health halls, logistics warehouses, and a big ticket I can't even understand the name of the store, all came."

"A lot of them are run by Sakaz people, some bosses are Sakaz, some waiters are Sakaz, and some are simply operated by Sakaz people from top to bottom, which is very efficient."

"At first, many Usas and other ethnic Chernoberg natives were a little afraid to approach, and later because there were too many shops opened by the Sakaz people, contact was inevitable."

"As a result, after a period of contact, many Usas and people of other races found that these Sakaz people actually seemed to be no different from ordinary people."

"Except for slightly twisted horns and the appearance of many scars and calluses that have been fought for a long time, whether it is the words and actions of treating people, some are not even as wild and rough as the Usas.

"They can also admire a beautiful flower that blooms for half a day, they can also weep with grief over injustice and cruel atrocities, and they can laugh out loud because of some vulgar jokes of Usas."

"Unexpectedly, the Sakatz are currently the best people alive."

"Have your own storefront, eat by your own craft, read a newspaper from time to time, have afternoon tea, and say hello to the Usas people who pass by and tell a joke."

"I don't know if the Kazdale mentioned by your Sakaz population can do this, anyway, this kind of life is already an extremely ideal and happy day in the eyes of our Usasians."

A Sakaz man in the iron guard replied:

"To be honest, I feel that my impression of Kazdale should be able to do that, after all, I still remember the promise of His Highness... But many Sakaz people can't make it to that day..." "

Many people think that we Sakaz people are villains who love to start war and then enjoy killing all day long, haha, I did kill a lot of people, but I think?"

"If I were a Sakota born in Rutland, I would never have to carry a sword and push a small cart to sell ice cream or marshmallows in the square on a sunny afternoon."

"But this wish came true in Chernoberg in Usas."

"When I got back, I ordered an ice cream maker and a marshmallow machine in a small cart, learned a few dessert recipes, and went to the one in Chernoberg to be called, anyway, in a square with a fountain." Rankopel

returned with admiration and approval—as he said at the beginning, he let them pick up their swords in order to find a place where they could put them.

At all times, Rankopel has a complete aversion to such things as war, but some struggles, such as the struggle to avoid being drawn into it and to end it, are inevitable.

So although they can lay down their swords, some military training is still essential -

after all, these killing techniques and insidious strategies can no longer be used, that is the best, if it is really useful one day, it will not step into the struggle again unprepared.

"I'm much relieved to hear that, although I'm a blood demon, I'm also a Sakaz man, so I'll try the ice cream and marshmallows you made when I have time." "

Why should the Sakaz people only eat salty and dry fast food all day long, really..." The

Rankope first lightly touched a glass with the Sakaz iron guard, and then both drank it clean in one gulp.

"That's right, leader.

Ves also drank a glass of wine and said to Rankopel while pouring it again:

"Before, when I was still wandering the earth, I ate all salty and dry things, and I really wanted nothing but salt and energy.

"Sakaz in the wilderness really rarely eats anything sweet, either sour, astringent, bitter, or salty, just like our lives."

"Many Sakaz have even just finished a battle, and the blood in their throats has not yet melted, and they have to swallow this hard-to-swallow thing, the sour or salty taste mixed with the feeling of blood swallowing into their stomachs... I will never forget it in my life. "

I can hear that Weiss must have had such a profound and cruel experience.

"Weiss... I remember a long time ago, in Chernoberg you told me that you were a Sakaz doctor who wandered the land, and you had been a warrior of Kazdale before this?"

"I wouldn't dare say that... Leader.

Ves also drank a lot at this time, and said to Rankopel with a big tongue:

"I, ah, in fact, many Sakaz people, have followed His Highness for a while to pursue the homeland of Sakaz, the place called Kazdall." "

We picked up the sword, we picked up the hammer, we picked up everything we could to hurt others, but... Kazdall's ideal is simply too far away.

"Before that... The blood of the Sakaz is almost dry... So one day I finally left His Highness's side and became a wandering land Sakaz. "

I'm not so much a warrior... Haha, let's say I'm a deserter.

Weiss then burped and continued in a rather complicated tone:

"It's not easy to make a living in the wilderness, and in the past, I could occasionally hide a little military food carried by the enemy on the battlefield, and sometimes I could rummage through Sakota's pocket for some exquisite candy.

"Don't laugh at me, Leader, I haven't worked as a mercenary or bounty hunter, but I once went to a farm to sweep manure and change grass for the rancher's beasts of burden.

"Once, I accidentally fell into the pit excreted by the herd, and the smell of the whole body could not be dissipated for several days. Rankopel

didn't laugh much when he heard this.

Rankopel was happy to laugh and pat his knee to say that he would die, but Wes would never be such a person, just from his own point of view.

"But, don't you know how to heal Weiss, and you won't be reduced to doing this kind of work, will you?"

said Rankopel when he suddenly remembered something.