Hello, Arknights

Chapter 322 Pegasus Steps on Plum

It is the special month for the special tournament, and basically all evening newspapers in and around the Great Knight Territory have put the results of the recent special tournament on their front pages.

Outside the Great Knight Territory, in the city closest to the mobile plot, people who were paying attention to the knight competition were crowding in the square, eagerly waiting for today's newspaper. The infected occupying inconspicuous corners wanted to know whether there was news of the Blood Knight and the Brilliant Knight's victory today, and ordinary people wanted to know whether the opponents they bet on remotely had added bricks and tiles to their accounts. Unfortunately, this year their city was not selected to become one of the four mobile cities that could be combined with Cavaleliaki. Those who did not have the financial ability to go to the Great Knight Territory, where every inch of land was valuable, to be present in person could only watch the game remotely.

Mobile cities that are not in Cavaleliaki cannot watch the live broadcast of the special championship. The actual game situation can only be uploaded after the recording. In this case, the fastest way for them to get information is through newspapers.

However, the business capabilities of the Red Wine News and the Rose News did not keep them waiting for long. A still-warm copy of today's Casimir Evening News was quickly passed around among people of all sizes. The people who saw the content for the first time couldn't help but boo, which made the infected people who dared not participate outside feel very anxious.

"What happened?"

"Didn't they say a while ago that the infected Brilliant Knight had returned? Could it be that she was defeated by someone?"

"What are you talking about? The newspapers said a few days ago that there won't be any competitions for her in the near future!"

The crowd booed one after another after they took the newspapers. Finally, after the people who were arguing about the direction of the game in groups of three or four left, the infected people walked out of the alley cautiously, picked up a few newspapers that had been stepped on several times, and identified the words on them.

"The Platinum Knight fights the Rusty Bronze Knight again, but the Rusty Bronze Knight is afraid of the battle and admits defeat!"

"The Platinum Knight has been confirmed as the Infected Knight. With his outstanding performance, is he expected to become a candidate for the championship?!"

"Recently, someone photographed the Platinum Knight and the Candle Knight appearing on the street together. Following the rumors of the Lin Guang family's illegitimate child, is he the Candle Knight's secret lover again?!"

"Where does the Platinum Knight rank among the three hundred male servants?"

"The Candle Knight secretly threatened the Rusted Bronze Knight to surrender!"

The infected looked at each other, and for a moment they were filled with questions: "Why is it getting more and more outrageous... Is Platinum Knight the dark horse contestant who defeated his opponent in the preliminary round of the audition?"

"He didn't attend several games afterwards, and never took off his mask. His identity remains a mystery..."

"He is also an infected person? An infected person who beat the Rusted Bronze Knight with blood?"

"Is this an illusion? Why do I feel like there are so many reports about him recently, as if someone did it on purpose..."

Cavalleriacchi, Ingra family.

The old man held the newspaper in his hand with a gloomy face. Olmer had just lost to this Platinum Knight not long ago. He finally entered the special tournament, but met him again in the first round of 24 to 12. He knew better than anyone that his rivals in the Business Federation were behind this. After all, Olmer was guaranteed to enter the top 12 under the secret manipulation in the past. This year, the Rose Press was suppressed by the Red Wine Press. It failed to get the first-hand report on everything, and the content of the report was not as good as that of the Red Wine Press. The profit shrank a lot. He was so busy at this time that he didn't pay much attention to the special tournament. He thought that the spokesperson he had contacted with before would do a good job, but he didn't expect that he was taken advantage of.

"We shouldn't have trusted those guys who just follow the wind!"

When he looked up and saw the silent Olmer, he was even more disappointed: "You... you... you are such a worry all day long! Ah, were those slaves bought for you to use as punching bags to train your bloodiness bought in vain? Are those weapons that I spend a lot of money to equip you every year bought in vain? You became a coward after being beaten! You are a wimp! *Casimir swears* Do you know how much our stock market has fallen in just one day because of your performance today?!"

"He was just a lowly infected person! He was not even a Blood Knight or a Shining Knight! You actually admitted defeat? You, you really brought shame to the Ingra family!"

"You don't even have the courage to fight again. Are you still a competitive knight?!"

"That's all money! Not the little money you usually spend! You—"

"Enough, old man. You are not the one who is going to get beaten. It is not your turn to tell me what to do. Be careful or you might have a heart attack. I don't want to inherit the family fortune so early." Olmer, who had been patient for a long time, said impatiently. He could not get around the word "money" after listening to him talking and talking. He directly retorted without any hesitation. He did not intend to continue listening to his endless nagging and turned around and left. "If you are not satisfied, just send me back to the Court of Justice."

The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he didn't know that Olmer was also full of anger. He was beaten up by the hidden Platinum Knight and experienced the longest period of hospitalization since his debut. When he saw that figure again, he really couldn't muster the will to fight.

"...If I can't deal with you, can't I deal with other infected people?" Thinking of the recently revealed identity of the Platinum Knight as an infected person, resentment flashed in his eyes. He immediately took out the communication terminal and called the agent of the Boiling Blood Knights.

"Hello? It's me. Tell the best fighters to gather in the west area. Bring weapons. Yes."

"...Do you listen to me or to that old man? If you stand on his side, he may not necessarily protect you, but I will definitely find a way to make your life miserable."

After arranging the relevant matters, he let out a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the anger in his stomach.

Plot Zero.

People left but the wind did not linger. Ling Dengxian was still staying in Plot Zero alone. While strolling here, he saw people in familiar uniforms appear in his sight. He understood that Rhodes Island had begun to send people to Plot Zero to treat the infected. In other words, the Doctor should have met with a spokesperson and gained a certain degree of cooperation recognition.

It seems that the Doctor is indeed someone he doesn't need to worry about, so... he has to think about the problems he is facing.

Ling Dengxian didn't understand why Bai Jin would hint at this time - and almost hint explicitly - his identity. Although he had already confirmed it, why would he convey this information at this time?

He believed that Bai Jin was unaware that he knew her identity, and that the identity of a killer was not a glorious fact. If she really cared about this friendship, she would definitely not show such hesitation.

"It looks like... it's like my time is up." Ling Dengxian didn't understand, but suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a team hurrying along. He realized that it was a disguised team of the Wuzhou Alliance.

Avoiding eyes and ears, he walked along the way they came, and finally found a secret passage leading to a cellar in an abandoned warehouse. Crouching in front of the dark entrance, he stared at the stabbing bloody mark on the edge of the door and felt a little difficult to breathe.

He guessed what was underneath.

The blood, the bodies of the murdered, and the fact that he ignored it.

He is not an infected person at all, even though his physical characteristics are like that. However, he is far less painful than the infected people, and he is far less able to feel the fear that death brings to the infected people.

So he really couldn't say "I feel the same way as you" to many oppressed infected people. Along the way, he met too many good people.

Bagpipe, Duva, Mostima, Wison...

This luck is not due to his wealth or career, but his belief. As for the infected, he is just a dove in a foreign land, and he realized early on that whether he is infected or not is not the key, but whether he is oppressed is the problem.

“If no one has the will to know the truth, then even if the truth is sown on the street it will not sprout.”

He finally figured out his own thoughts, about Platinum, about Casimir, and about those silent infected people.

The hesitation these days is really outrageous...

There was a noise coming from the rear entrance, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Who is it! Damn it, this 'junk dump' has been exposed!"

"Get rid of him! And destroy the evidence!"

The young man pulled out a broken sword that was stuck in the victim's body. The black dried blood looked like a circle of chains. Only the villain's red blood could melt the wailing that once echoed here.

Xicheng District.

The fully armed thugs broke the momentary peace, the infected people's huts were kicked over, and the "knights" whose faces were not visible due to black armor committed indiscriminate violence against any infected they saw. Many people had just cooked dinner at this time and were sitting by the fire pit chatting with people around them. They were talking about their views on the situation of the knight competition this year when they were knocked over with blunt instruments by the thugs who suddenly broke in, dragged out and beaten madly.

"Be careful not to get the blood in your mouth! The blood of these scumbags is highly poisonous!"

"Everyone, stay alert. As long as you're not dead... Never mind. This place is far from the main city. Just clean up before you leave."

The infected person who was attacked wailed and begged: "Master, Master Knight, we are not running around! We haven't left Xicheng District recently!"

"It's better if you don't go out. Those *Casimir's curse* won't know where you died, *Casimir's curse*, scum! Trash!"

Screams and wails echoed in the area, accompanied by a flash of light. A shed was set on fire, followed by another, and one after another. The infected people who were pressed to the ground saw their homes being burned down by the thugs in their eyes filled with blood and tears, and they cheered loudly. The screams of the people around them gradually weakened, and they could not help but let out a bloody roar. They found strength from nowhere and overturned the thug who was two or three times their weight, and angrily pinched his neck.

"Idiot!" The thug sneered disdainfully. The metal armor was useless no matter how these weaklings pinched them.

Just when everyone was laughing at the joke, a clear sound like a rag bag being torn open mixed with the teeth-grinding sound of metal being torn was heard. The sound of tearing cloth was like a sharp thorn that pierced the anger of the infected people into their hearts.

"Bang!" The sledgehammer smashed the weak infected person away, and sticky blood dripped to the ground. Every knuckle of the sharp metal claws lost its strength because their owner had died.

The next to fall were the bodies of the thugs wrapped in heavy armor. The two men were bleeding all over the ground. All the thugs were hoarse and could not speak as they looked at the two bodies.

"...Kill them." The leading thug was the first to react. He spoke in a low voice with a fierce light in his eyes, "I will take all the responsibility. Kill them all."

As long as all the people are dead, with Casimir's attitude and the family's influence in the Chamber of Commerce, it can still be suppressed as long as enough price is paid.

The remaining infected people no longer begged for mercy. They stared at the thugs with bloodshot eyes and picked up everything around them that could be used as weapons.

Even if they were facing well-prepared thugs, it was likely that no one would survive in the end.

The brutal axes were raised high again, and the thugs rushed towards the infected people with red eyes. Then, the sound of breaking wind was heard.

A sharp white arrow pierced through the body of a thug, hitting his heart.

Then, the second arrow pierced the thigh of the thug who was most eager to curry favor with the leader, and the third arrow almost immediately hit the leading thug in front of him, stopping the charge of more than a dozen people.

A pure white Kuranta appeared at the end of the street, like cold moonlight.

"who?!"

"..." Bai Jin showed a look of disgust. She did not receive any mission, but just saw this pure and intuitive violence. She acted simply according to her heart, but it seemed that she was still a step too late.

According to the rules of the Wuzhou Alliance, she should turn a blind eye.

But... she didn't care now. She had clearly made up her mind to reveal her identity to Ling Dengxian, but his last thought of saving her dignity was gently stopped by her.

But this tenderness seems particularly hateful at this moment.

"If you really need someone to curse at, you can call me 'Platinum'." As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow shot towards the beast.

Platinum, platinum, platinum... platinum... gold! It's "platinum" again!

When Olmer Ingla heard the word "Platinum", he could no longer suppress his impotent rage, and swung the heavy axe without any reason.

The pupils of the infected shrank. They had heard about the existence of the Helmetless Alliance from the mouths of the infected knights. Their arrows were often aimed at the infected, knights, and infected knights who had no way to escape. Among them, the Platinum Lord was the most active killer.

Bai Jin did not sigh. Such a beast was not worth her sighing. The distance between them was only more than ten meters, but it was a divine punishment for the life and death of both of them.

In the eyes of the infected, Platinum stepped, hooked his hands, and shot arrows. The violent black-armored knight swung his axe to tear the arrows into pieces, but the first white arrow brushed the axe blade and hit his helmet accurately, shattering the visor protecting his face and piercing his right eye. Then, like a piece falling on a chessboard, the second arrow, with a sharper edge than the first, pierced through the thug's heartguard and shot him through with the most contemptuous attitude towards his protective gear. The third arrow shot out with a ring and pierced the throat. The fourth and fifth arrows shattered the armor and the knees it protected. The crazy thug finally died in the charge, and his body fell down dejectedly.

Bai Jin glanced at the accomplices who were fleeing with their weapons and armor abandoned, drew his bow again, and began to shoot one by one, shooting through the knees and nailing them to the spot. Then he took another look at the infected people who were still in doubt, turned around, stepped over the dark red bloodstains, and disappeared silently in the smoke and dim moonlight.

As she walked further away, she heard a sudden burst of crying behind her.