Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

After listening to Kelsey's words, Rankopel was speechless for a long time before finally saying to her:

"... Tell me so much and can only say thank you for your trust.

Kelsey just looked directly at Rankopel, and his tone was as calm as ever, without a trace of ripple

: "As time progresses, I will tell you more when necessary, and the journey since you met Rhode Island has proved that you will be an indispensable companion of Rhode Island."

"Even one day, the Doctor and I, Amia, plus you, will face the last day of this land together... I hope that at that point, Rhode Island will provide a glimmer of a turnaround for the land.

"That's all I have to say, Rankopel. Rankopel

nodded, took a deep breath and replied,

"... Understood, Kelsey. "

If Rhode Island needs my help at any time, please feel free to stay in touch and I will be the first to respond."

Then, as if thinking about something, he asked Kelsey and the doctor:

"The operators who set off for the search and rescue of the Lornes family mansion this time should have faced that special source stone vein, bright red with a very small amount of pure gold. "

“...... And before Rosemary and I arrived, you even had a fierce chase with it, and I think many of the operators were deeply influenced by this. "

“...... Kelsey, Doctor, although it is a bit rude to say this, these operators who have experienced this experience, even my iron guards, may have an element of instability.

"Are we ready to pass this information to Rhode Island's ordinary operators?" It

is true that Rhode Island's boarding procedures and security checks are not as simple as they seem, and the possibility of eavesdropping and espionage is extremely low, but this information about the nature of the source stone may not be allowed to pass on at all.

"Rest assured, Rankopel, the operators on this trip to Rhode Island have signed a confidentiality agreement when they return, and they will have the right to know about it, but there is no risk of leaking it. Kelsey

said to Rankopel:

"Your iron guards are also involved in the search, so I hope they can also sign such an agreement, but they are not operators in Rhode Island, so I need to apply to you first."

Kelsey had great respect for himself, and Rankopel nodded and said with some curiosity:

"What protocol can do such a magical thing?"

It's just an agreement that contains psychological hints, usually they will learn about it, but once there is a psychological fluctuation, such as being forced to interrogate, they will naturally forget about it.

"After the psychological fluctuations subsided, I remembered that after all, it was just an insurance, and those operators were Rhode Island veterans, and most of the time they were stationed on ships."

"The paper and content sketches of these protocols were created by Logos, which are actually a Sackaz creation of witchcraft that we have rigorously tested and will not cause any harm or negative effects on personnel." As

soon as it heard that it was Logos, the lord of the Banshee Court with extremely profound spells, all doubts about Rankopel dissipated, and it would not be surprising if this agreement came from Logos.

"I'll tell my Iron Guards to sign it, Kelsey, after all, it's just an insurance. Since

there were no injuries and negative effects, it was quite necessary to have such an insurance, so Rankopel agreed to Kelsey's request without thinking.

"Thank you for your understanding, Rankopel. Kelsey

replied calmly when he heard this.

"So, Kelsey, Doctor... From Rembito to Usas, it will take another month to travel as fast as Rhodes. Rankopel

actually couldn't suppress his desire to go to Chernoberg to see his former friends, and his tone was faintly suppressed excitement.

"Yes, next we are going to prepare to return to Chernoberg. Kelsey

affirmed Rankopel's words, and then said:

"After the study here, I will immediately go to the central control room to plan the route and time, and there are some other matters that need to be confirmed."

"You'll be looking for me in Rhode Island's central control room in about an hour, Rankopel." Rankopel

nodded and replied

, "I see,

Kelsey."

The Doctor also patted himself on the shoulder and said,

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Rankopel.

"The source stone is not necessarily the source of disaster, it was widely used in various industries and ceremonies before the source stone was awakened, and we may not be unable to find the possibility of coexistence with the source stone." "

I, Horta Babelia, assure you that the Source Stone will one day no longer be a threat to us, and that all of Rhode Island, including me and Kelsey, will witness this goal." Rankopel

let out a deep breath and slapped the Doctor with a high five:

"yes... Of course I want to believe it.

"Let's work together to make this day come sooner, Doctor." "

......

At this point, Kelsey and the Doctor have done their best, and Rankopel will use this hour to do something that he still has time to do.

After saying goodbye to Kelch and the Doctor, Rankopel first used the communication to inform his Iron Guards about the signing of the nondisclosure agreement - and Weiss on the other end of the communication said that a Rhode Island Sakaz operator had already come to them about it.

After letting Vess relay all the iron guards under his command, Rankopel tightened his shoulders and glanced at the map in the corridor, there was an area that he was very familiar with.

Room 302 within the vehicle workshop on the second floor of Rhode Island.

Rankopel quickly walked through the map posted on the wall in Rhode Island, and soon came to workshop 302, just standing in the doorway, you could hear the sound of electric welding or knocking inside.

The voice was so familiar that it evoked a trace of guilt.

Knock on it....

Rankopel finally knocked on the door of the workshop, even with the same intensity and frequency as last time.

"Here it is.

This time, it was the voice inside who answered him first, and he could hear it from the voice, and this time it was he who came to open the door to greet him—the workshop engineer and deputy head of the maintenance department, Marcel.

"Ahhh... Mr. Rankopel ... Please come in..."

Marcel opened the door and found that it was Lancoper standing outside, his tone unchanged from his previous enthusiasm, and he quickly welcomed himself in, he was still full of motor oil as always.

Recently, your deeds have gradually spread, and you are now a hero of Rhode Island, and you have solved Rhode Island's financial difficulties for a long time in the future.

"The monthly funding I got for my workshop yesterday has doubled compared to the last one."

Marcel said as he turned sideways to close the door of the workshop, at this time Marcel was still busy in the workshop, everyone else went to rest, and as the deputy head of the maintenance department, he had more to do.

“...... I'm sorry, Mr. Marcel.

Rankopel still felt compelled to apologize to Marcel and said to him in a sincere tone:

"The Hayabusa 27 you gave me was scrapped after the first drive.

When Marcel heard this, he waved his hand and replied quite openly:

"It's just a car, do you know how many cars in the underground racing circuits of Victoria or Columbia have a rotten frame and four wheels flying all over the sky every day on the first race?"

I can't count them, probably the homeless man over there went to the metal pile in the garbage dump and casually rummaged through a handful of scrapped exhaust pipes and directly began to pick people. Rankopel

replied,

"You can't say that... Although you gave me that car before, I can see that you are very attentive to maintenance, like an old friend.

Marcel finally lowered his hand and said:

"Yes, but to be honest, even if every car is carefully maintained, even if it is placed in the showroom for 24-hour maintenance, sooner or later there will be a day of scrapping or elimination."

"Instead of having my car decorated here all my life, I'd rather go out and call it the rocky wasteland of Rembito, the jungle desert of Sargon or the frozen soil of Sami's rocks."

"If it wants to rot, it will rot out with a bang, even if the car has only made one advance since the completion of the construction, it is still my approved destination."

Rankopel's throat twitched a few times, and finally he spoke:

"...

Your friend Macaoo was in danger on the way with me, and unfortunately, it happened too quickly and I didn't have time to save him..."

Marcel

was silent for a full five or six seconds before he spoke,

"Ah...

Macaouna kid... A born racing driver.

"He first made his mark in street racing when he was still in Colombia, and then he went to Victoria because he was oppressed by the racing association in Colombia.

"I remember what other prize he won in a championship in Victoria's underground racing.

"Oh... That time, he also showed off to me that it was a Victorian with a bell and whistle named after him, and gave me a trophy with the same bells and whistles.

"But then he sold the trophy for 500 pounds—the red gold on the outside was actually plated, and the inside was all worthless brass."

"It is said that it is one-third of the cost of his trip to the Rem Bi Wilderness one day."

As he spoke, Marcel's tone was also a little nostalgic with sadness.

"Sorry... If I had been faster,"

Rankopel said again apologetically to Marcel.

"Who can blame you... Mr. Rankopel, you must have done your best at that time.

Marcel pointed to a row of lights hanging from the ceiling and said

, "If this thing falls down,

you will definitely knock me away in the first place... It's just that there are some things... Alas...... How to say that ancient saying of the Yan Kingdom.

"If the crockpot does not break from Inoue, the general will inevitably die before the battle."

"Alas, you said this... Once or twice... Three times, four times...

"This is also the choice of the Macao's boy, don't blame yourself, Mr. Rankopel, you have done your best, presumably if Macaoo is still alive, he will not blame you."

Marcel took two bottles of wheat brewing wine from the table at hand, handed one bottle to Rankopel, and said:

"Dry, anyway,

it's rest time, Macaoo used to love to drink this thing, more high-grade goods he can't drink well, ask him to drink good red wine, he said that the taste is very strange, not as good as engine oil, haha." Rankopel

took the wine from Marcel with a complicated expression, unscrewed the lid, and gently touched his bottleneck.