Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

[Wheelchair Racing Shooting Champion]: "That's okay."

[Part-time treatment of insomnia (Physics) while rescuing the common people]: "Now that you have finished discussing it, you might as well answer one more question of mine."

[Wheelchair Racing Shooting Champion]: "Speak."

[Ice cream is the ultimate meaning of life]: "We in Rutland have always been willing to listen carefully to the opinions of every resident. Dear compatriots, there is no need to be so restrictive."

[Treat insomnia part-time while helping people]: "I just want to know that there are nearly thirty Sakota gathered in this small room of less than fifty square meters. Taking into account our racial characteristics, we also have to turn off the lighting. Is it necessary to have an underground secret meeting? Why not just go to the conference room just for soundproofing? If you all have serious brain problems that need treatment, I suggest you sign up quickly. I can give you some discounts while everyone is in a group. "

[Wheelchair Racing Shooting Champion]: "..."

[Insomniac·I really want to resign, I really want to resign, I really want to resign]: "Dot, dot, dot."

[Waiting for superiority·Sue death to the angel·Is it my fault that I have a sensitive constitution? ]: "Tsk."

[Ice cream is the ultimate meaning of life]: "Come here! Come here! Where's my gunslinger!? Check out Raphael's salary for this year, and then take him out for me!!"

"Just leave! You idiot Pope! Just wait for me. Tomorrow I will go find Metatron and smash all the shaved ice machines in your house. After that, I will have to mobilize my connections to run for the election in two years. I am Evangelista XII, and on the first day of my coronation, I will announce that the whole city is wanted, you idiot!!!"

Taking off his black robe, which was useless in hiding his identity because it couldn't block the aura of the light wings, the Great Tenji, known as Raphael, was surrounded by apologetic Gunqi. He expressed his gratitude to everyone. The white-bearded old man in the middle of the crowd glared angrily... And during the pushing and shoving, not only did someone pull the trigger, but they also threw the grenade.

After a brief explosion, a more intense confrontation began, like a torrential rain, with smoke and fire everywhere.

The chaotic gun battle lasted for a total of 3 minutes, and then came to an end with the collapse of the hut that was riddled with holes and suffered more trauma than anyone else who had built it.

At least the next round couldn't start until the people inside climbed out of the rubble.

"Today's Rutland City is also a day of smooth weather, unity and harmony, and peace and tranquility for the country and the people under the protection of gods" jpg

Glorious Rutland, no one can stop the gunfight: 2 On the first step to join the Rutland family

"It looks like there's a war going on over there, Meta."

Using his powerful tail to support his body like a kangaroo, Ozwald saw the faint sound of gunfire coming from a location far away from him, almost close to the center of Rutland City, accompanied by the sound of gunfire. Smoke and dust were flying from the collapse of some houses.

This made him a little excited - could he see the Sakaz mercenary group's surprise attack on the Angel's main formation just after arriving in Rutland? !

Then this welcome ceremony is really too grand~~

"Huh? Fighting? Let me see which blind little brat it is - oh, Apostolic Palace, that's okay."

Hearing Ozwald's words about fighting, Metatron was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously cursed. At the same time, he looked in the direction of the red dragon's finger, preparing to go to the sniper spot according to the situation and pull him away before he left. Over the years, Tran has become an increasingly unscrupulous, immoral little boy who affects public order.

But when he saw clearly the area where the smoke and dust were rising, and the corner of the pure white palace next to a certain red dragon that although he didn't recognize, but every Rutlandian knew its significance as long as he could remember, he suddenly wanted to call the police. The smoke dissipated - it really shocked me. I really thought it was a sakazi force that was spawning in the corner of Lateran. After a long time, it turned out that it was an explosion near the Pope's Apostolic Palace. How big a deal did I think it was?

But since it's near the Apostolic Palace, it must be those hanging people making trouble again.

"Want to take a look? Meta."

"No, it's just your first day here so you don't know; there are always such days in Rutland every month."

Metatron waved his hand to the red dragon nonchalantly, saying that as long as the Apostolic Palace itself was not smashed, it meant that those guys were quite restrained, and in the end they would definitely take care of it themselves, so there was no need to make a fuss. .

Not to mention that he has been away from Rutland for so many years. Even if there is a real need to dispatch the police, it should not be a 'civilian' like him who has resigned... What kind of things do people in different positions do? Unauthorized actions can easily disrupt the order that can be maintained stably.

"Let's go, there's still a little way to my house."

He waved and signaled the two Drakes to continue following him.Metatron then led them through several corridors, and bought some special snacks for afternoon tea along the way. They ate and chatted, and after walking for about 15 minutes, they saw the surrounding people. Houses with somewhat out of place architecture.

As for Metatron's house, it looks quite big from the outside, but because the owner has been away from home for a long time, ah, I can only say that it is different from the trendy and well-decorated mansions around it. Than, it has a bit of a retro feel ()

Especially when Metatron, who had forgotten where he lost the key, kicked the door of the house cleanly, and the billowing smoke and dust that poured out from the interior due to the interaction of outside airflow directly hit them, as if they had just experienced a sandstorm. It was like a natural disaster. The two red dragons almost choked and spit out fire.

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough, I'll kill your mother! Pah, Amei, how many years has it been since you cleaned this house?!"

"Well, if you haven't dealt with it for 17 years, you will indeed encounter such a situation. It's been too long since you haven't come back, and you have forgotten about it..."

Metatron wiped the dust off his face twice but to no avail. He simply gave up on this useless effort and looked at the thick layer of black ash on the floor of his mansion, as well as the strong and pungent smell of wet plums. , scratched his head slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry, judging from the situation, it seems that I need two to three days to completely clean and change the place before it can be occupied again; so during this period, I will trouble you two to stay in a hotel, and I will reimburse the expenses."

"Brilliant..."

He made a basin and purified water with ice, and helped Ravshini wash her face. Then when it was her turn to help him, the red dragon with his eyes closed couldn't help complaining about Metatron's crotch.

"To be honest, you can forget it if you leave the house. Why don't your parents and friends come to do something with you?"

"No, just, when I was resigning and preparing to leave, I told all my acquaintances that I basically set out with the result that I would not come back to Rutland. I even made arrangements for my death, and I explicitly told them not to I am wasting my energy on this; as for my parents, my father and mother died long ago."

"..."

"Oh, you don't need to make that expression."

Looking at the stunned red dragon, Metatron could tell the other person's thoughts at a glance, and immediately explained before Ozwald could apologize:

"My father and my mother both died normally, and there were no serious illnesses in their lives. In addition, I was still prosperous, so in general they enjoyed their old age peacefully. After all, unlike you Draco, Sakota is not overly physically capable. An excellent race can normally live to be 90 or [-] years old. "

"...It would be quite a blessing to die of old age normally."

After listening to Metatron's explanation, Ozwald nodded with deep understanding.But then he frowned again and discovered a piece of information that he had been misjudged all along.

"No, Mei, if your parents died of normal age, how old would you be this year?"

"Me? I should be between sixty and eighty this year, right? It's probably in this range. Anyway, I'm not interested in celebrating or anything... so I don't remember clearly."

"But you look like you're only over 30!"

"Oh, the physiques of Sakota and Sakota are different. Mine is a special case, and there are not many in Rutland. You can't compare me with others... So that's it. Well, I’ll take you to a hotel to stay first, and then you can come in after the house is tidied up.”

After using his toe to write the words "Don't panic when you see him, he is not a thief, the owner of the house has returned" on the dust at the door, Metatron turned around and prepared to leave.

But when Sakota took the first step, Lord Drak behind him reached out and grabbed his shoulders.When Metatron looked over with confusion, he found that Ozwald raised his other hand and stretched it out in front of him, rubbing his fingers vigorously against him, as if to imply something.

"What's wrong? If you want money for snacks, I'll take you to the bank later. The Casimir Commercial Federation still has a building in Rutland."

"Oh, who talked to you about such vulgar things as money?"

The red dragon pouted twice, indicating that in his eyes money and everything else were just dirt; but then he hooked Metatron's neck, pulled the increasingly confused Sakota's head over, and got close to him. Come together and conspire:

"What I mean is... look, when we first entered the city, a gun battle broke out at your Apostolic Palace, right? Since your Rutland is so chaotic, why don't you give me something to call me? Ability to protect yourself, can you defend yourself when the time comes? Huh? Right~~"

"They're all rubber bullets, they can't kill anyone. And you've already come this far. As far as I know, there's no strong person in Rutland who can keep you in one-on-one situations. What else do you need to protect yourself?" ability?"

"The ability to protect yourself... is of course not lacking, but if you can protect yourself without representing (%), you can't have other aspects-"

After sniffing hard, the red dragon licked his face and said:

"Isn't it because seeing you Rutlanders being extremely free makes you feel itchy for a while?

"...In other words, you guys want to--"

"Yes! That's right. Send me a big sniper who can pull bolts, brother. I can't wait to become a member of your Rutland family!!"

While nodding and his face was almost blurry at high speed, the smile on Red Dragon's face became more and more crazier.

Radiant Rutland, no one can stop the gunfight: 3 joined successfully, and then went to jail

[I'm going to participate in a gunfight, but I don't have anyone to take advantage of, so use my sniper quickly, brother]

Faced with Ozwald's sudden request, Metatron was slightly speechless, but he still went to the underground weapons workshop of the house to get a sniper and a box of bullets and gave them to the drake.

Of course, just in case, he told Ozwald some time in advance, and used the equipment to modify the gun, weakening its launch kinetic energy, and further softening the rubber bullets... extremely It greatly reduced the damage caused by the final launch result, and then handed it over to Ozwald, who knew nothing about it.

After all, although Lateran generally does not allow non-Latlanders to obtain higher-power firearms other than handguns due to weapons control regulations, it cannot withstand the vast magical power of Artolis's army - this thought is flexible Draco, who is more than 90.00% of the Nine Terrans, has always had surprisingly good luck in this regard, especially once a plan begins to brew in his mind and he has a strong urge to execute it, he can always finally do it. Get what you want and achieve the desired results through various methods and channels.

And referring to his past bad deeds... focus on @ Crazy Carters, a job that normal people can't do; so in order to prevent this guy from being forced to change and jump over the wall, from black market to rough manufacturing It is better to directly send him an official product that he modified by himself. The quality is guaranteed and there will be no accidents during use. At the same time, this custom-made gun that served as the Pope's gun rider also has clear specifications. The production record can be used as identification to prevent Ozwald from being treated as a thief who stole Rutland secrets when he went into battle with a gun.

All preparations are complete.

When he handed the weapon to the other party, Metatron also showed a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the little red dragon who was as happy as a child in front of him.

But in the past two days, Metatron took advantage of Ozwald's happy shootout and spent a lot of effort cleaning the house and buying new furniture overnight. He fell on the bed with a sigh of relief, preparing to wait for the next afternoon. When I went to the hotel where the two red dragons were staying to take my good brothers home.

Just after dawn, someone rang the doorbell he had installed.

And when the sleepy Sakota walked to open the door, he was surprised to find that the person who came was actually a judicial officer responsible for maintaining law and order in Rutland City.

"Then... Lord Metatron, your friend named Ozwald was detained by us because of his involvement in the matter. He is waiting for you to go over and deal with it... Do you think... when can..."

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"Oh, you're finally here, please save me...Brother Amei...I didn't kill anyone, I didn't poison anyone, I was wrongly accused..."

As soon as he arrived at the detention center, Metatron saw Ozwald squatting on the ground on the other side of the bars, holding the pole with both hands, his tail sweeping around on the ground, looking at him expectantly.

Ravshini, who always followed her clan leader, stayed in the same room as a matter of course, maintaining the usual silence, and nodded to Metatron as a greeting after his arrival.

"What did he do?"

Metatron, who was clutching his heart and having high blood pressure, gasped uncontrollably and asked in warning to the side who was trembling after seeing him coming and didn't dare to speak first.

"You can just report as normal and don't pay too much attention to me; after all, I have been out of office for many years and am just a civilian now. Besides, as you all know my behavior, such things as malpractice and favoritism will not happen to me."

"Yes, Lord Metatron."

As if he had received an amnesty, the prison guard breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the case investigation record that he had prepared, walked to Metatron, and reported:

"Just two hours before we went to inform you, Mr. Oldsward from Victoria participated in an ordinary morning shooting activity, but used some unknown poisonous weapon, resulting in More than 15 people fainted and were hospitalized, and 42 people suffered from severe vomiting...

Based on the strong smell left at the scene, we suspect that he may have used the sewer pipes in the competition area to prepare, but so far we have not been able to find the damaged excretion pipes or the residue of toxin weapons. We are continuing to check, and there are also in the hospital further examination of the reaction. "

The moment after hearing the results from the guards, Metatron collapsed.

"No... you... I... are you seriously ill? Why do you want to explode the sewer... and bring poisonous gas..."

"Injustice!"

The red dragon was frightened, and hurriedly opened the small iron window with all his strength, stuck his head out and shouted at Metatron at the top of his lungs: "Don't be fooled by them! Amei, they are all trying to trick you! I don't have it at all." Go to the sewer!! That explosion was not my fault! It was a concussion grenade thrown by other brats to cover their escape. It had nothing to do with me! Damn it, I’ve only been in Rutland for less than three days. , I haven’t found any black market channels to get that stuff! They are wrongly accusing me!!”

"Then tell me what you did?!?!?"

"Actually, I didn't do anything... The main thing is, your gun feels weird, and people don't feel it when it hits someone. It's actually not powerful enough to hit someone, so I thought about it. After all, it won’t impress people anyway, so why not get some other fillings;

Exploding sewers is too unhygienic and the impact is not good. After all, this is not my home, so I have to take it easy to avoid losing money; so I made a few small changes and took out all the bullets you sent me. Things like water bombs are filled with a large amount of high-purity [Indole].That's it after all the fighting. "

"What the hell? Indole?" Metatron, who didn't understand pharmacology, was a little confused.

"Oh, you can refer to the smell of jasmine. This thing is essentially part of the natural fragrance, but the same ingredients are also found in stool. When the concentration is too high, it will smell very unpleasant...especially strong smells. It causes olfactory-related stress reactions, such as fainting because the smell is too strong. This is how I sent those people in.

Ah, of course, I don’t deny that part of my indole source is indeed an extract... Hehe~~~"

"Damn it, aren't you still attacking the sewer?!"

"Hey! You can't say that, Amei. My extracts only account for less than one percent of the total proportion, and they are all used to test the effects privately. The other ones that are actually used are all from Rhine Life. The safety and quality of the legitimate products purchased there are guaranteed, and there is no claim that they are harmful to the human body... Even if they are, it is not my problem. It is Rheinland Life that sells drugs that do not comply with the control regulations. You should catch them when the time comes. It’s Rheinland Life and not me, the customer, and I am also the victim!”

Ozwald defended himself righteously.

Although there was a time when he would still complain because Snitz took him into the sewers and made him stink, recalling the painful days when he was tracked by Aslan's hunters; but now, he is different from the past. Suffering, now he is doing it to squeeze happiness from others!

"If you don't believe it, ah, Amei. You can go to my room. I have shopping receipts. I took photos and videos of the whole process when I was making perfume bombs. I used pure natural plant extracts. I don't mean to harm anyone at all. No...after all, I don’t know that the Rutlanders can’t stand this, right?”

"——I'm not Gabriel who is proficient in pharmacology and treatment of Raphael or master of the library. I don't understand these things. I won't compete with you, and I can't compete with you."

Shaking his head, Metatron ordered the prison guard.

"Don't let him out. You are not allowed to give him a piece of meat in prison. I will come to collect him after two days of imprisonment."

"!!"

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Terra news the next day,

In response to an accident that occurred in Lateran City, Rheinland Life not only apologized for this, but also issued a new announcement that each branch will strictly control odor-related compounds such as indole and prohibit personal use. The nominal amount purchased exceeds ten grams per unit time.

Shining Rutland, no one can stop the gun battle: 4 If you say Sakota is serious, you must be pretending

"Tm I'm finally free! Freedom!!!"

Standing outside the door of Rutland's cell, Ozwald opened his arms and let out a cheer from his soul.

"Goodbye! Cage!!"

"I didn't expect you to actually stay in there for two days..."

After completing the handover procedures with the early warning person in charge of the detention, Metatron walked out of the hall and looked at Crown Prince Drake, who was cheering with his back turned to the sky, and felt a little emotional.

After all, it is not a specially built cage. It is really impossible to trap Ozward with the small bars used to imprison ordinary drunkards. Even before, Ozwald had already used the solid cage in order to argue. The iron rod was torn apart.

So one night at most... This was Metatron's original expectation.