Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"Almost..."

Fick changed into his school uniform, straightened his collar, and went out.

His steps were unhurried, like a morning walk, and he could even admire with special interest the dew condensed by the morning mist on the tips of the weeds.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Fick arrived inside the mine, and shortly after entering the mine, he saw three extremely exhausted workers lying asleep on the rock crusher.

Fick shrugged, then expressionless, stepped forward without saying a word, and pushed all the sleeping miners into the rock crusher.

Buzz -

The sound of shattering flesh is much smaller than that of crushing rocks, and the frequency is even comfortable for Fick's ears, and he can even tiptoe and clap.

Then, he packed the crushed meat foam in a small cart behind, and then poured the veins on the rock wall, then clapped his hands and continued to walk.

"Oh... Master, it seems that you arrived before me.

At this time, Fick saw Masters who was setting up the tea table and tea set in front of him, and greeted him.

"Ahhh... Yes...... Master Fick, you are here.

Masters immediately straightened up and saluted Fick.

"I have a feeling that Count Drout is coming soon, and you go over and greet him, bring him here, and I'll be in charge of making a nice pot of black tea."

Fick gently rubbed his long ears at this time and said to Masters.

"Yes, Master Fick.

Master immediately nodded without thinking, and then left.

"Well... Now it is... Tea brewing time.

Fick stretched, and then, as before, began to prepare the tea base, adding a little floral flavor, some orange-red crystal chips, and then a pot of hot water washed down.

Goooo

A cup of classic Victorian black tea is ready.

Wow, Fick, your hospitality is really special this time.

The cup of tea you made for Count Drout was over ninety degrees.

He must give me an explanation today, otherwise I will directly beat him to death with this beast whip on my body...!!" And

he had just finished making tea, and as he expected, there was a voice of Count Droot angry and corrupted from the entrance of the mine, accompanied by Master's low voice:

Count Drout, Master Fick is coming down from the mine now, and the answer he prepared must satisfy you, we will never dare to offend a Count

of Victoria ..." Count Dlauter's voice was getting closer and closer:

"Hmph, then it's best, you really don't take yourself too seriously, I hold your handle in my hand enough for you to die without a corpse a dozen times..."

Then Fick saw Count Drout who arrived with Masters, his expression was very bad, his eyes were heavy, and he must not have slept well last night.

But the rest of the Drout mansion must have slept deeply, deeply.

Fick thought so.

"Good morning, Count Drout, I made tea for you.

Before Count Drout stepped forward, Fick took the initiative to gently push Count Drout's black tea brewed on the table, and there was white heat bubbling on it.

I'm not here for tea, Fick early in the morning you make tea in the mine

!!

?

As a result, before Count Drout finished speaking, Fick almost burst forward at a ghostly speed, and smashed a punch directly on Count Dlauter's lower abdomen.

"Gag-"

Count Drout was lying directly on the ground when he boarded, if it weren't for Fick's hand leaving an unknown amount of strength, this punch was enough to beat Count Drout directly into minced meat.

"You... You're a bunny... Fick... You're dead...... Everyone in the Iron Radish Mine will die!"

exhaled in disbelief.

"Everyone in our family knows your handle, wait... Hahaha, I left a message for my wife a long time ago, today ... I'll stab your handle today..."

Then Count Drout thought Fick would panic, but all he saw was indifference.

"Oh... This way. Fick

slammed another kick and directly smashed Count Dlauter's right wrist.

"Ah-"

Count Drout suddenly let out a pig-killing scream.

"You actually dare to do this to a Count of Victoria!! After you stab you in it, my son will rip you alive!!" At

this moment, Count Drout finally felt fear.

"Count Drout...

"Of

course I know that you have already informed your entire family of my handle. "

But is there no way to break the game?"

Count Drout just then, as if in cardiac arrest, remembered a possibility, and he said:

"You ——?!,"

Fick said to Count Drout with a smile:

I mixed all the tea you came to drink with me before, I think that some time before this, everyone in your mansion should have had symptoms of suspected lung disease, right?"

It's sick... [trigger point].

Fick gently twisted his fingers and continued,

"So the way to break the game is actually very simple.

"That's everyone in the Drout family, from the old man, down to the baby, next to the beast-toothed beast... Overnight..."

"All dead." When

Count Drout heard Fick's words, a rapid and unclear syllable welled up in his throat, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"To be honest, Count Drout... You have a lot of plans to put pressure on me and make the Lornes family very sad... I have never underestimated you, even if you, the count, are so disgraced.

Fick bent down and poured the cup of ninety-proof black tea directly on Count Dlauter's face.

"Aaaaaa——!!!!a

"But you've never looked up to me... Count Drout.

Fick finally slid the cup of black tea from his hand onto Count Drout's face and continued:

"This is your most fatal weakness, in your eyes, I Fick Logsh is just a lucky Carters who dies to read... The hateful thief who stole a hundred years of Victory's knowledge.

"But the history of Victoria ...

"You have stolen the crown of Aslan from the decaying red dragons, the land on which they depended in the desolate swamps, and the inheritance of kings from the decaying Gaul. "

Victory ... is the biggest thief.

Count Drout said in a somewhat slurred tone:

"You... You this...?!!"

!!

Fick kicked Delaut's stomach, and he was immediately swallowed back into his throat in the second half of his sentence, and the whole person fell to the ground in pain and convulsed.

"You are arrogant, Count Dlauter, and from the first time I met you, the arrogance that overflowed in your eyes even overshadowed your viciousness and cold-bloodedness.

"So you've been looking down on me, and I applauded secretly in my heart."

"But it's wonderful, contempt for the enemy is often the beginning of destruction, you have been a count for so long, why can't you see through such a simple truth?"

"If you can be suspicious of me, pay attention to me, I even leave a lot of small handles, but you don't find any of them, only money is in your mind." "

So, Count Drout... Count Drout.

"Maybe in terms of results, it was indeed my Source Stone skill that caused all the people in your family to die, but in essence, it was your arrogance that destroyed yourself and the family behind you. "

How pitiful you are, Count Dlauter, as you think, high above you died from the short dagger of a thief, and your swollen soul drowned in the abyss of arrogance.

Fick said and waved his hand gently:

"Eat him, may you who are accustomed to eating scrawny miners can savor his fat body." "

Boom -

a whole vein of source stone behind Fick suddenly broke away from the rock wall, hovering behind Fick like a giant python, aiming at Count Drout lying at Fick's feet.

"Hmm——!! Count

Dlauter's eyes were already burned, he only felt that something was staring at him, he wanted to dodge with a roll, but Fick's kick broke at least four or five of his ribs.

Even if he moved, his breath was in severe pain, and he couldn't move a little distance on his own.

Boom -

that vein was swirled like a giant python strangled by Count Dlauter's bloated body, and Count Drout barely reacted, and was twisted by it!!

The scarlet flesh and white fat suddenly spurted out, and Count Drout was directly crushed into meat sauce, slowly absorbed by it, and then it spun around Fick a few times like a cockle.

"It seems that you like to eat those big nobles with fat brains... Isn't it?"

asked Fick with a smile.

“...... Like...... High...... Nourishment...... Sustaining a living... More...... Good.

Intermittent words flooded Fick's mind, and he laughed even louder and said:

"Hahaha, even those nobles are restless to sleep, rest you, and wait for you to create value for me." "

Whew....

The source stone vein obediently burrowed into the rock wall next to Fick again, and as before, there was no abnormality except for a slight crack in the edge that caused it to not fit.

"Master, please go to the kitchen to cook two sandwiches, Fika they will be there soon, since he really has the ability to come here, then it is okay for me to meet him."

Fick said to Master, who was standing beside him.

"Yes, Master Fick.

Masters did not delay and led the way to leave.

"Ahhh... Fika... My brother... I haven't seen you for many years, and I don't know what you've become.

Fick leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes:

"Since you and that blood demon are so persistent... Then I pay the corresponding respect. "

And here... Waiting.

At this point, Fick quietly closed his eyes here, waiting for Master, as well as for Rankopel and Fika Lones.

Whereas...... Next...... Let's talk about it....

In the past, the Lornes family.