Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Good times are always short.

After opening a case of wine, they opened another case, but this time everyone added up to only half a case and couldn't bear it - after all, this is a real high-grade wine.

The Usas who generally drink more are okay, and the Sakaz are okay, but the Philins and Catels, Kuranta are already drunk and sleeping on the sidelines.

After a short drink, the Usas and Sakaz also lay down and slept, and finally there were two people, Weiss and Rankopel, but Weiss obviously couldn't hold on.

"Leaders ... It's very drinkable... I, I also heard at the beginning that you actually drink poorly, almost meaning..." At

this time, Weiss was already shakily hooking Rankopel's shoulder, and his other hand seemed to be drawing circles against the sky.

"It's better to say, after all, if you get drunk so quickly, how can I talk to you." Of

course, Lan Copel controlled the degree of drunkenness, otherwise according to the alcohol content of this wine and his own amount of alcohol, I am afraid that if it is a few glasses, Rankopel will be a little confused.

Besides, the cup is not small, it is the fist-sized handle cup used in bars.

"I, I know... Leader, the last time you left, yes, yes, let that girl named Alina and Ellaphia, you have a really, really good eye. Wess

was clearly about to fall asleep, and his words began to become choppy.

"Go back this time... Leader, drink her ... Drink and lie down... How could you... Lose..." As

a result, before Weiss finished speaking, the whole person lay limply on the ground from Rankopel's side like a loose hemp rope, obviously drunk.

"Ahhh... Alina. Rankopel

first dragged Weiss to a shaded place to rest, and he himself lay on the ground after a long absence, leaning behind his back against the guardrail at the edge of the deck.

"That time was a match, wouldn't it be cheating if I used the Source Stone technique, if you fought me, haha, you wouldn't want to see my head up again for a few rounds." The

corners of Rankopel's mouth curved and he said playfully to himself.

"Hiccup ~ drink enough. "

Take a long breath of the rich aroma of wine, because the blood demon technique is not used to drain the alcohol in the blood, and now Rankopel is indeed dying.

"Fuck, there seem to be three suns hanging in the sky, what a three-day volley..." Rankopel

of course understood that this was just hallucinations caused by a large amount of alcohol affecting the visual field and the final imaging of the brain, but still quipped quite amusingly.

"If I go on like this, I have to sleep through, and I still use a fart technique, and I slept for more than a month before, and I should be tired of sleeping." Rankopel

shook his spirit and began to slowly regulate the metabolism of his blood, converting the alcohol inside into sweat and excreting it through the pores of the skin.

"Whew... Much more spiritual. "

This process took about two or three minutes for Rankopel, mainly because the confused source stone skill at the beginning was really difficult to play, and the speed was greatly accelerated when the brain was clearer in the back.

"Hey. Rankopel

stood up straight, moved his muscles, and around him lay a large area of drunken unconscious iron guards.

"Alas, it caused Amia trouble..." Rankopel

was a little embarrassed at this time, he had been talking too much, and now he wanted to get the iron guards back, but he didn't even know where their rooms were.

"Pack up first..." Rankopel

first lifted up all the iron guards lying on the deck, lay in the shade and blew the breeze, and then began to put some empty bottles scattered on the ground.

This is a secluded corner of the Rhode Island deck, surrounded by some erected cabins and facilities, and greeted in advance, so there have been no Rhode Island operators to disturb their party.

And try to cause as little trouble as possible to others.

"Ahhh... Excuse me, Mr. Rankopel. Just

when Rankopel had just cleaned up the mess, the induction of blood and that familiar lively voice came from behind him.

Rankopel turned to see that Amia was leaning out from the corner of a wall—

and Rankopel even understood that if she and the Iron Guards were still drinking and laughing, Amia might slowly retract her body back quietly.

"I'm here, Amia, thank you for the venue, I and the Iron Guards have had a lot of fun this time, but it has also caused you a little trouble. Rankopel

said to Amia as he put the last empty bottle in his hand into the box.

Although most of the garbage on the ground was picked up by himself, it was obvious that a lot of alcohol was spilled on the deck floor during the drinking party.

And when the drink was over, everyone got up again and you stepped everywhere ... So this area on deck is full of black footprints and a lot of traces of alcohol.

"It's okay, Mr. Rankopel, what you and the Iron Guards did for Rhode Island is nothing compared to this.

"Even if there is no temporary gathering between you and the Iron Guards today, the daily cleaning of the deck will still be according to the usual standards, which is a regular routine every day."

Amia replied with a smile, and then walked over to Rankopel from the corner of the wall and said,

"How about this surprise, Mr. Rankopel?"

Amia was a little stunned when she heard the second half of Rankopel's words at this time, and then asked in a low voice: "Mr. Rankopel...

Rankopel replied without thinking:

"Awesome is that I really didn't expect to meet some of my old guys so soon, and we had a good drink, and we talked about what seemed to be endless topics between us."

"Too bad I heard the Iron Guards tell me about the current situation in Chernoborg, but I can't fly in the sky right now and teleport over to see for myself."

Amia let out a long sigh of relief and said to Rankopel:

"Well, I thought something bad had happened."

Rankopel leaned down and gently held Amia in his arms, stroked her hair, and whispered:

"What, I'm sorry that I might have scared you a little just now, so next time I'll say it differently, Amia."

"Anyway, today is probably the happiest day since I arrived at Rembito, really—but I really want to go back to Chernoberg now."

Amia smiled and nodded, and said to Rankopel:

"Well, I have discussed with Dr. Kelsey and the doctor, and we will return to the Lornes house to find clues, and then finally arrange it on Rembito's side, and then we can return to Chernoberg."

"The military engines over there are also about to arrive, and Rhode Island also needs to control the situation over there in real time, and there are some other things that we need to follow up in time." "

You will soon be meeting the new Chernoberg, and I assure you in my capacity as leader of Rhode Island, Mr. Rankopel." Rankopel

easily opened his hug with Amia, and then looked at the iron guards who were lying down next to him, sighed, his eyes were nostalgic and helpless, and said:

"I have to ask you a favor, Amia."

"It was so much fun drinking and chatting, I didn't even know where their respective rooms were.

Amia smiled and replied

, "Little things,

Mr. Rankopelle."

"I immediately asked the patrolling and cleaning attendants on deck to come and help them back to their respective dormitories, their names and corresponding room data preserved." Rankopel

nodded, then pulled out two stools from the side, one in front of Amia, and said,

"Come and sit for a while?

Amia nodded and sat down across from Rankopel, and could tell that she might indeed have something to say to Rankopel—after all, a hint of concern began to appear on her face.

If you are sad, you will drive away your good luck. Rankopel

looked at Amia and handed it back to Amia with a sentence she had said to herself before.

"No... I was just...... It's just..." Amia

didn't know how to speak.

“...... Let's drink first, Amia. Rankopel

looked at Amia who was about to speak, and just gently took out a yellow jar of drink from his pocket and put it in Amia's hand.

"Mr. Rankopel ... I can't drink right now..."

Amia shook her head after looking at the name on the yellow jar in her hand and said to herself.

"Alas, pineapple beer, say it's beer, but there is no alcohol at all, it's just juice." Rankopel

waved his hand and said to Amia:

"During the chat at the drinking party, a Carters Iron Guard said that it was his favorite drink, but after drinking it, he felt as if it was some rare treasure and insisted on giving it to me."

"I can't agree to that posture..."

"Drink it, it's really just juice."

When Amia heard this, she carefully pulled the pull ring on the jar and said,

"Then I drank it..." Then

the little Carters raised his head and poured the drink into his throat, but it seemed a little urgent, and some liquid seeped from the corners of her mouth, and then submerged into her neckline.

"Don't drink so quickly... Really. Rankopel

looked at Amia, and his eyes inexplicably became a little spoiled... If one day, all the struggles are over, and I really want to get married and have a daughter like Amia.

"Whew... Mr. Rankopel.

But when Amia put down the can of drink in her hand, Rankopel suddenly saw that two extremely clear tear marks appeared at the corners of Amia's eyes.

Is it because you are uncomfortable?"

Rankopel immediately prepared to rush to Amia after seeing it.

"Whew... Mr. Rankopel...!!" But

almost as she was about to get up, Amia jumped over, and the impact dropped her body back into her seat again.

"Ahhh... What's wrong...... Amia, I'm fine here. Rankopel

gently held Amia in his arms and cared for her softly.