Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

Fick wiped his eyes and said

to Master: "... You're right, Masters.

"My mother is still behind me, even though she has passed away, but she is still with me, that trust... I will always remember her smile and will always support me and move forward.

Master nodded, suddenly thought of something, and said:

"Just now, the logistics has sent the source stone computer, you can prepare your thesis and send it abroad, there will definitely be someone willing to help you." "

Master Fick... You...... Really too much has been done for this family, especially Lady Lusha, some means... I don't have a good evaluation, but I believe you, Master Fick.

"I will always support you.

Fick nodded and replied:

"Let's go out first, let's let my mother sleep here quietly for a while, she is really tired, I hope that in the next life she can be a free and happy girl like the wind."

Master's lips twitched a few times, and every word of Fick's words was accompanied by a strong sense of truth, and his love for his mother was so pure that he even dazzled himself.

"Yes, Master Fick.

In the end, he could only pour out these words from his throat and bend down.

"Young Master, your mother's funeral is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and Master Char will bring a lot of people, and I tested my words, and Master Char is obviously still very resistant to you.

Master's tone was obviously a little angry when he said this, after all, Char was too much to say that Lusha's biological son or eldest son would not come to the funeral.

“...... It doesn't matter, I still hate the noise, not to mention how many people are genuinely saddened by my mother's death?"

Fick waved his hand and said to Master.

"I see, Master Fick.

Master nodded and said to Fick.

......

After that, Fick stopped experimenting, his theoretical knowledge accumulation had reached a peak, and he began to write his own thesis like a craftsman of weaving thinking.

And the moment the thesis was completed, it was also the moment when his mother held the funeral and everyone dispersed.

"Mother... This is the belladonna flower, the flower of death, which has never dared to give you, now let it bloom at your grave, in this sea of green flowers in the coming year.

Fick stood in front of his mother's grave, but he could no longer shed a single tear.

Snap.

He simply planted an awakened deep purple belladonna flower lightly on the side of the tombstone, and it swayed in the wind—another flower language for belladonna, freedom beyond death, and rebirth.

"Master Fick... Please you... Mourning.

Masters on the side held an umbrella for Fick.

At

this time, it was raining a lot, everyone in the Lornes family, Char was busy in the mansion, Alice was recuperating, and Fika was still in the library preparing for further education.

"Master, my thesis... Written well.

Fick turned, exhausted, sad, relieved, and three emotions appeared on his young face at the same time.

"The source stone computer has been prepared for you, Master Fick, it is in the small warehouse of the mansion, there are basically no people there, and the key has recently been given to me by Master Char.

Masters immediately bowed and said to Fick.

"So... Just publish it.

Fick's tone seemed relieved, but it seemed to be a burden.

......

In this way, he followed Master to the small warehouse of the Lornes family mansion, and a paper was almost a pen because it had been well prepared.

Subsequently, Fick published it in an international but complex academic forum on the Internet, where the source stone can be a popular academic section, which is the main reason for his choice.

......

Day 1.

Fick got up in the morning, full of anticipation, opened the academic forum, but found that the comment area was full of ridicule and ridicule, calling him a clown who spoiled and swaggered the market.

His mailbox was also filled with spam emails, mostly advertisements and scams, as well as opinions from so-called scholars who wanted to refute Fick's theory.

I didn't even bother to write back to refute it, after all, they didn't understand what they said.

The next day.

This is still the case, and even a large number of people watching the excitement come to point fingers, and even directly criticize Fick's headline.

Fick did not refute, did not speak, remained silent, remained still.

Day 3... Day 4....

The situation is the same as above.

......

The first week passed, Fick just silently corrected some small errors in his theory that only he could see, and his paper had lost its heat and was thrown into the corner by the platform.

During this period, Masters constantly comforted Fick and brought him food every day.

Day 10.

There are fewer replies, the popularity has basically cooled, and the number of views has stopped increasing.

Day 11, Day 12.

There were only a few people left to reply – from the persistent Mr. Scammer and the persistent Advertising Lady.

And Fick's anxiety at the beginning gradually became calm like water.

He is still waiting.

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and at the same time, somewhere in Columby's experimental institution.

Standard Time [11:13:39pm]

It's busy, with researchers in white research suits, their assistants, and managers shuttling back and forth, with lots of colored data scrolling around them on large and low screens.

"How come the amount of data today is still so low.

At this time, a middle-aged Ruper man in a white coat stared at the weekly work report handed to him by the research team leader in front of him, his brows furrowed, the amount of data that had run out recently was too small.

This means that their own research is stuck in a bottleneck and they need to find a breakthrough point.

"The Director... Everyone did their best.

The research team leader had obviously stayed up late for a long time, with heavy bags under his eyes, and said in a very tired tone to the middle-aged Ruper man in a white coat.

"It's all hard... Let's replace the next batch of people... Give you a day off, Harris. The

middle-aged Ruper man in the white coat did not seem to be so unreasonable, but said to him in a calm tone.

"Thank you... Director, we will work harder after resting..." Harriston

, the leader of the research group, let out a long sigh of relief when he heard this, bent down lightly towards him, replied in a grateful tone, and turned away.

"It seems that the progress on your side has not been very smooth recently... I see you, you have a lot more white hair recently, at which point is it stuck?" At

this moment, a Caprini in a white coat shook the thermos cup that had just brewed coffee in his hand while walking towards the middle-aged Ruper man in the white coat.

He said in a mocking tone:

"But this month, Director Franks ran out twice as much data as you, and the funds you gave her can be spent on every brother yuan and even brother points." The

coffee in his hand exuded a warm heat, and the aroma quickly spread to his side.

"Take care of your own business, old goat. The

middle-aged Ruper man in the white coat turned around in a tone and replied with an aggressive tone.

"I'm not in a hurry, my data for this month has already reached the standard.

The white-robed Caprini smiled and said

, "This year, the General Administration's allocation to the Structural Section has increased by 30% compared to before,

and I am happy to provide you with a little help because we are all colleagues."

"For example, some Bolivar produces niche but rich coffee beans.

The middle-aged Ruper man in the white coat said in a serious tone:

"If you are very leisurely, you can go to the ecology department to find Director Muirseth to bask in the sun, I think you should enjoy the 3,500 degrees Fahrenheit sunbathing over there, Director Palvis."

The old Caprini in a white coat waved his hand, put down a bag of coffee beans beside him, then turned away, not forgetting to say:

"Alas... Young people just have momentum, then you have to cheer, but staying up late is very hurtful. The

middle-aged Ruper man did not speak, took the work report and walked to his office, thinking all the way about how to pull up the amount of data.

Last month, my mind was all about investors, and this month's work progress has to be strengthened, and I am also a scientific researcher rather than a businessman.

The middle-aged Ruper man in a white coat returned to his office, turned on his source stone computer first, and then began to browse some academic forums about source stone.

This is the method he will use once he gets into a thinking dilemma, to learn from other people's thinking to see if there are any that he can use, and several times he has relied on this to solve the siege.

It's just that most of the things on academic forums are useless words with low knowledge, and if you have the intention to publish the last one, absolutely those so-called "source stone scholars" can't understand a series of professional terms.

"Huh?" After

browsing through the same garbage materials, the man was about to turn off the source stone computer, his eyes suddenly saw a headline that seemed to be sensational.

"Preliminary theoretical conception of a 134.2461-fold increase in energy conversion of source stone." The

man pronounced the title almost word for word.

This title is stupid, because the sensational Columbi media and marketing numbers are smart, and this kind of outrageous paper is not clicked.

Where would anyone dare to come up with such a title?

Let me see which undiscovered genius it is. The

middle-aged Ruper man in a white coat was originally looking at it for entertainment, but in the next second, dense formulas and theoretical inferences and mind maps immediately filled the screen in front of him.

"What is this...?" The

middle-aged Ruper man was stunned for a moment, and then he quietly locked the door of his independent office, pulled out paper and pen from the side, and began to calculate according to the above deduction.

"Incredible... It's simply... Talented. While

following the above formula, he made inferences and judgments, but found that every link could be right, and the most outrageous thing was that in some places even he was... But

this incomprehensible is definitely not proof that the other party is writing nonsense.

On the contrary, the other party's thinking has completely become a complete system of embodiment, and he is completely following his vein, and once he can't understand it, he can only ask him.

The middle-aged Ruper man threw off the white coat he was wearing, landed it behind the chair, and began to study Fick's paper carefully.

And when he finished reading Fick's paper, a whole notebook was more than half full by him, and this paper actually benefited him a lot.

Even without the source stone crystals mentioned in the paper, this theory of amplification of energy conversion is simply whimsical but so reasonable, even as miraculous as Sakaz's demonic witchcraft.

He can extract a part of it and use it directly in research, and the efficiency will inevitably be greatly improved.

"134.2461 times ... This should be the initial calculation... This data is more credible..." The

middle-aged Ruper man finally passed his own calculus and entered it into the electronic intelligent computing system of Rhein Life, and finally checked and corrected the calculation repeatedly, and the result was....

"137.1326 times, that's the real result.

He muttered, his tone as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Later, when he looked at the comment section after the paper was published, he was basically a black miasma, thinking that this man named Fick Logsh was a spoiler clown and liar.

"A bunch of things with low IQs... I don't know what to call it. The

middle-aged Ruper's tone became angry, followed by joy, and the mediocrity of others just couldn't stop his own discovery.

"I want this person. "

But he still needs to learn, and his accomplishments definitely don't stop there."

Then he immediately opened the mailbox of his private email and began to write a reply, it is worth mentioning that typing is more convenient, but the middle-aged Ruper man chose to write by hand.

This gesture is undoubtedly a symbol of extreme respect.

After writing this reply, he signed his name and source in the lower right corner.