Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"That's the end of the topic, by the way, Master."

Fick looked at the pocket watch pinned to his waist at this time and said,

"I made an appointment with him today... He'll be there in about ten minutes.

Masters immediately said, "

Ah, Master Fick,

why didn't you say it earlier."

"We can't afford to lose our manners, I'll go and arrange it immediately, we still have a simple afternoon tea party here, although it is certainly not as good as Victory's orthodoxy..."

Then he immediately ran away in a panic.

Fick also stood up, could he say that he was not entertaining the man, just looking at the fat flowing oil, like the face of a pig? Of course not.

...... Not yet.

Later, he also went to the living room together to arrange a simple tea party with the old servant Master.

Although tea was a luxury in Rembiton, much remained in the Lornes family.

"As before, I'll make tea and you set the table, Master."

Fick said to Masters, who was holding the teapot.

"Okay, Master Fick, be careful."

Master responded immediately, put the teapot back in place, turned around and picked up the tablecloth, and immediately arranged it.

Behind him, Fick stepped forward, picked up the teapot, picked up the tea leaves on the side, and began to configure it.

"Victory red leaf silk 30g, fructose 20g, with a small amount of light research tea base and floral flavor..."

Fick methodically prepared, this is only the most basic Victorian black tea, but more complicated, Fick is not a professional tea artist after all, he is not omnipotent.

Besides, Count Drout came over, and drinking tea was just the most important thing.

"..."

It's just that what no one sees is that in addition to these basic tea ingredients, Fick's fingertips, a little orange-red crystal chips are condensing, and then floating down the bottom of the black tea.

The amount is very small, only a little, even if you look directly with the naked eye, it is difficult to see.

Boom....

A pot of hot water was poured in, and even the slightest trace disappeared.

"Ah, here you are, Lord Count, please go this way..." Just

as Fika was making final preparations and serving hot black tea, Master heard the noise at the door, and immediately greeted him, bringing the figure at the door into the reception room.

This figure that was brought in was none other than Count Drout.

Count Dlauter's figure can be described as bloated, almost a ball in the head, a ball in the body, four oval balls in the limbs, and the four words of brain fat seem to be tailored for him.

It can be said that Victoria really can't find a few counts with the size of him... Rich state.

He came to visit without being lavishly dressed, just plain, and the plumes in the hair peculiar to the Riboli race were meticulously combed by him and draped at the back of his neck.

This is the Count of Drout.

The Count of Victoria had recently lost a lot of power due to his involvement in a dispute between nobles, ceded his territory to a large extent, and greatly reduced his mercenaries and soldiers.

But after all, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the remaining power of Count Drout today is not something that the steel radish mine can compete head-on, after all, he is the count of Victory.

Now, in order to avoid the limelight, the count and his family have moved to a mansion northeast of the border of Victoria and near Rembito.

From there, it only takes three hours to walk the trail by wasteland crawler to the steel radish mine.

"[Victorian Ronwia accent]: Good afternoon, Count Drout."

Fick said to Count Drout in a gentle tone, and then took his seat as the main household.

"Hmph, Victory's accent is okay."

When Count Drout took his seat, the chair under his butt made a faint clattering sound, and if Fick had not specially thickened and reinforced the legs of the chair, he would have collapsed his butt.

“...... Black tea is as good as ever. Then

, Count Drout gently picked up the black tea in front of him and drank it, usually tea needs to be tasted carefully, and Count Drout is the same.

Presumably he had something important today, after all, he did not reach out to signal to refill the glass again.

"I have sent a new batch of emergency active agents, and now it is in the warehouse in your backyard, this time the effect is stronger, and I will use this in the future."

Count Drout said to Fick.

"Thank you for your support, Count Dlauter, just as the mine's emergency active agent is running out, your replenishment is a solution to our urgent need."

Fick took a sip of his own black tea and said to Count Dlauter.

Here is a reference to what Fick and Count Drover called an emergency active agent.

Emergency Active Agent is an injection commonly used in local mines in Rembiton, and the strong active ingredient can stimulate the senses of workers and ensure their work efficiency in extreme environments.

After all, life and engineering have deadlines, and for them, it's just a choice question.

Workers injected with this emergency active agent basically lived less than thirty years and were more susceptible to ore disease, which accelerates the death process.

"Do you need cigarettes?" Count Drout?

At this time, Fick suddenly remembered that once Count Drout seemed to see him smoking from a distance, so he took out a box of high-quality cigarettes from his waist and said to him.

"Don't give me this inferior color, I'll smoke this."

Count Drout waved his hand in disgust.

Then he pulled out a cigarette from his waist—it didn't even have a cigarette case, each one was individually wrapped and wrapped in black and gold silk.

Fick recognized the cigarette held in Count Dlauter's hand.

[Dark Gold Immortal Bird]

This is the name of this cigarette, which has no brand, and is a special offer for nobles.

Victory's title, duke, count, marquis, viscount, baron... What only counts and dukes can enjoy... Class allusions between fingers.

This cigarette, called the Dark Gold Immortal Bird, cannot be bought even if money has it, and Fick smokes it, but he has never smoked it, because even the black market does not dare to sell it.

Otherwise, the owner of the black market is likely to die the next day in a crack in the ground that no one knows, or even buried alive.

No one can from any angle ... Across the class of Victoria.

"Let's get down to business... Fick Logs. Count

Drout seemed a little upset.

"Where is the money I want?" Recently, the amounts are all wrong and are getting less and less.

Fick said to Count Dlauter:

"These are the inputs required for the initial operation, which are necessary expenses, and the subsequent cash flow will be fully optimally coordinated, and every penny will be used on the cutting edge."

"Also, Count Drout, please remember that I am not your servant, we are a cooperative relationship, and common profit is our common goal, and I will not pit you on this point."

"Please trust my expertise to bring wealth to each other."

Fick's tone is neither humble nor arrogant, but full of composure and confidence.

"Fick, I think you should understand."

Count Drout took a deep breath of the Dark Gold Immortal Bird in his hand and said, "

Back then, I couldn't enter the University of Aslyat with your identity, and I took the risk that your talent was worth a gamble to ensure that you entered."

Fick smiled and said,

"Haha... Yes, I have always remembered the good intentions of Count Drout. "

Huh... What guaranteed me to enter Asliat University.

At that time, I had obviously applied for a special talent admission certificate, and it was you who secretly stumbled and truncated the messenger sent to me by this certificate.

This proof... Non-Victorians can only apply once in ten years, and they are only valid for three days after receiving them.

You see that I have a good talent, so you use this as a blackmail, if I do not promise to serve you after graduation, you will cut off my future.

If it weren't for the messenger on Ronweia's side, although he couldn't fight you, he secretly told me the truth, otherwise I would really believe your so-called lie that "a nobleman is required to enroll."

But rest assured.

You won't be able to be so proud anymore.

The most painful thing in this world is about to befall you.

"Fick, I have given you a lot of time, and I have spared no expense to buy a large amount of Victory's steam mining equipment for you, which is all exchanged for real money."

Count Drout spoke in a serious tone.

"I know that your equipment is really expensive and has helped us a lot."

Fick said to Count Drout again with an expression of "I can understand your good intentions."

Of course, he would not tell Count Drout, he could already see that these steam mining equipment were N-lot goods eliminated from the Victorian mining industry.

However, it is most suitable for steel radish mines, after all, advanced steam mining equipment often requires professionally trained miners or even engineers to operate.

If you let those ordinary manual workers operate, in case of accidental damage, the profit of a month's mining may not be as profitable as a repair.

"We've done our best and your machine has put it to good use."

His tone suddenly changed:

"It's just that the current level of profitability is not up to your requirements, it will be about 30% lower, and you may still have a short period of time in a vacuum."

Fick said this to Count Drout.

"- What do you mean?!"

Talking about the possibility that his core interests might be damaged, Count Drout changed his face on the spot.

Poof....

Before the valuable Dark Gold Immortal Bird burned out, it was slammed into the ashtray next to it by his fat fingers, and some soot even flew into Fick's teacup, floating on the surface of the black tea that had not yet been drunk.

"Don't worry, Count Drout, I can understand your anxiety, because I am in the same mood at this time, and there is no farmer who will not look forward to the arrival of the harvest season."

"But we need time, Count Dlauter."

Fika said without hurry:

"The emotional pacification of the workers, the wear and maintenance work of the machines, the update of the list of optimal shifts, and the shortage of tools for refining source stones..."

"We have encountered many problems, but these problems are all on the agenda, and they will all be solved in a few days."

When Drout heard this, he suddenly roared at Fick:

"These are not excuses, I want data, I want the money I deserve."