Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

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Click.

Fire.

A little flame.

A little warm, tiny invisible flame.

The flame barely blurred the surrounding darkness with a warm orange-red glow – even though he came from a low-quality lighter that didn't have a single Rembiton copper coin in Fick's hand.

Most of the lighters Fick wear are valuable brand names — but lighters are the exception, and wealthy entrepreneurs use lighters that are too fancy and complicated to scoff at.

This lighter is an old source stone piston lighter, and you only need to gently pull your finger down the roller and click to burst a small flame.

The flame lightly ignited a cigarette in Fick's hand, an individually wrapped cigarette wrapped in gold silk.

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It was the Dark Gold Immortal Bird, now caught between Fick's fingers, and it didn't seem to have any undead bird's cry after it was ignited, and the smoke was not dark gold.

And when Fick chose to taste this cigarette, which only Dukes and Earls could enjoy, he did not show much ritual or caution.

"Huh... Can't get used to smoking, it seems that this Victory's class is really not so easy to cross, and it feels like the stamina is even a bit like the that the pack beast just pulled out. "

Fick only smoked three puffs, and then threw this priceless dark gold immortal bird, this class implication mixed in Victory's fingers... The flush toilet in front of you.

Fick straightened his pants and clothes, then pushed open the door to the toilet, where the old servant Master had been waiting for him for some time.

"Master Fick... You? And

Pelo's old servant Master's sense of smell is extremely sensitive - he almost instantly smelled the smoke on Fick's body that was not the same as before.

This smell had once only emanated from Count Drout.

"Just smoked a cigarette, I won't smoke it next time."

Fick's language is simple, but Masters already knows what Fick has just done, but no matter what Fick chooses, the old servant Master will always support him.

"You're not very confused, I rarely call you up alone late at night."

Fick looked at Masters and said in a calm tone.

"No... Young Master Fick, no matter what you do, when you want to order me, it is a matter of course, I have been with you for a long time, and I know that every action you make has its own meaning.

Master's tone was humble and tough, not an old man Pelo who was called out in the middle of the night, but like an excellent soldier who was waiting in front of the commander.

However, he has never joined the army, nor can he source stone skills, so he is a real ordinary person.

Ah, probably a third-rate magician, he had spent quite a while with Fick in Victoria's Ronwia, and accidentally learned a little bit of Victory's traditional magic.

But that's all, he can't even face an ordinary Rembito mercenary, so Fick buys him two top-of-the-line spell casting rings to keep him safe.

At the same time, he was also told to go out as little as possible and stay in his mansion to serve his sister and father.

"What happened to my father and sister?"

Fick rubbed his shoulders and asked in a low voice.

"The old man's body is very weak, he usually sleeps very early at night and sleeps deeply, and today is the same, thanks to your medicine, now he basically does not have to turn over and over in pain at night."

Masters paused and said

, "Miss,

she had a nightmare today... Recently Miss she... Alas, I often had nightmares, I was awakened in the middle of the night in tears, I often held the maid who came through the door or I cried loudly.

Masters saw that there was a clear flash of pity in Fick's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Is she awake now?"

Fick asked Masters.

"Awake, the young lady has just been frightened awake, and now several maids are warming her up with some tumor milk, warming her body, and telling her some Victorian fairy tales."

Master nodded and said to Fick.

"I know, I'll go meet him, Master, go to my room and take out my formal clothes and tie, wait for me in the courtyard, I'll come right away."

Fick bowed his head lightly and said to Masters.

"Yes, Master Fick."

Although I don't know why Fick let him go to get his formal clothes and tie late at night, the old servant of Masters has always obeyed Fick's requests and never asked too many things.

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Next, Fick said goodbye to Masters, put on the family's dressing gown, and went directly to the attic of the Lornes family mansion, and before he reached Alice's room, there was a clear cry from inside.

At the door of her sister's room stood a maid, who had just warmed a cup of breast milk to deliver to Alice, but saw Fick walking straight towards her.

"Ahhh... Good evening, Master Fick. The

maid immediately bowed to Fick.

"Well, hard work on you."

Fick replied, then pushed open the door and walked with the maid into his sister's room.

At this time, Fick's sister Alice was already crying red eyes, half lying on the bed, with bean-sized beads of sweat on her forehead, obviously just having a nightmare.

"Are you all right, Alice?"

Fick stepped forward in three steps and made two steps, half kneeling in front of the window, holding Alice's hand and gently stroking her hair.

"Whew... Brother Fick, I dreamed... A lot of blood-red heads...

Alice threw herself into

Fick's arms and cried, choking and saying: "They are all workers under Fick's brother's mine..."

Fick hugged Alice pityingly and said:

"It's okay, Alice, the latest sleep aid I customized from Columbi will be delivered by logistics tomorrow, you will never have such nightmares again, don't worry."

Unexpectedly, Alice pushed Fick away, and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Brother Fick... I...... Please... If you... If you continue to persecute those uncles and aunts... I...... I..."

Alice's throat kept pounding.

But in the end, she found that she couldn't name the chips to compete with Fick, and even... If she wasn't Fick's sister, but one of those miners....

"I... I'm going on a hunger strike!

The girl finally firmed her eyes and said in a stubborn tone.

It seems that this is the only thing she can offer to Fika... Threatened.

Fick looked at Alice, who had firm eyes, and shook his head a little helplessly.

She is different from herself, during the time when Char was kicked out of the house, Fick even relied on garbage to pick up food, and sometimes even ate some fresh little creatures.

And her sister Alice, she can easily say the word hunger strike, but she can't even tell the difference between the two completely different concepts of "appetite" and "hunger".

"Please... Promise me...... Brother...... I know it's not easy to mine steel radish now, but... I really...... I don't want you to persecute the miners anymore..."

"Just for me... OK...... Is it?

Alice's tone grew lower.

Fick wordlessly let go of Alice's hand, then stood up, and under Alice's flickering gaze, walked to the door, turning his back to the others in the room.

"Brother

Fick..."

Alice wanted to say something, but Fick spoke first:

"Okay, Alice, I promised you, I will not persecute them again."

Alice immediately softened her expression, because Fick would never lie to her sister.

"Hmm... Brother Fick.

And Fick gently opened the door and stepped out.

Yes, Fick never lied to his sister.

So when he gently closed Alice's door, he said a very light tone....

"It's weird."

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After leaving Alice's room, Fick walked quickly to the courtyard of his mansion, where Masters was waiting for him with his formal clothes and tie in his hands.

"Master Fick."

Seeing Fick coming, Master immediately bowed down and handed over the clothes, while Fick nodded slightly, took the clothes, and casually hung his dressing gown on a low branch in the courtyard.

He turned his clothes and tie out and began to dress.

Fick's clothes are luxury items of the White Sunrise brand, while the tie is naturally expensive, with twisted and intricate cashew flowers woven on the fine black-gold silk.

The classic Baroque style, originating from Syracuse, flourished in Gaul, which means "pearl not round", expressive and disordered, textile requirements, very high.

But for Fick, the tie is just a shackle that symbolizes status, and it can't be worn without it—identity is a vague but important thing in Rembitto.

"..."

Skillfully tied his tie and put on a crisp white suit, the bright moonlight shone through the branches of the courtyard and fell on Fick, but could not bring the slightest reflection.

"Master Fick... You......?

Masters watched as Fick dressed up late at night, obviously going out, and spoke with some doubts.

"Let's go, go inside the mine, it's time for you to see some real insider information."

Fick, on the other hand, patted Master's shoulder and staggered past him.

"Yes! Master Fick!

Musgo did not dare to slacken and immediately followed Fick closely.

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And at this time, Lifeline One, inside the mine.

Because the latest model of emergency active agent has been dispensed, tonight everyone will have the first emergency active agent injection, and some foremen are responsible for this work.

Focusing on one place, a foreman is leading a box of emergency active agent and starting to inject the miners collectively, the construction period is very tight, and the life is not worth mentioning.

"Please... If you want to hit me, hit me, my son will definitely not be able to stand it, he will die ... He's going to die..."

An unkempt Feilin mother protected her son behind her, her ten fingers and palms withered from the intense labor, and her figure was emaciated.

"Mother..." The

eight- or nine-year-old Feilin boy wanted to protect his mother, but his body was too weak for him to speak, let alone make any unnecessary movements.

“...... I...... I..." The

foreman squeezed the emergency active agent in his hand, his entire arm trembling.

Do?

Or don't do it?

After all, he still had a clear conscience, but he couldn't change it, and he recognized the model of this emergency active agent, which was several times stronger than the effect of the previous injection.

Will definitely die.

If he injected the eight- or nine-year-old film boy, he would definitely die, dying in great pain, rolling on the ground, and the intense activity could not be withstood by the fragile body.

He would end up falling apart in a scream.

"I..."

The foreman seemed to make a decision.

In the end, he did not reach out, but inserted the emergency active agent back into his waist again, his hands were still shaking, and his eyes were shaking from side to side.

And at this moment, an icy echo came from behind the foreman:

"Are you making a claim... Calloway? "