Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

When Milin opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the high-tech Rhode Island Medical Room, but a pavilion full of oriental ancient charm.

There is a couch with solid wood and patterns, and several transparent gauze curtains are gently swaying on the side. You can directly see mountains and rivers outside the silk curtains.

Looking through the silk curtain at this magnificent yet beautiful scenery, one can seem to hear the fluctuating sounds of birdsong, barking of animals, fishermen's boat songs, and scholars' reading.

Even though it's all just a painting.

After standing up from the bed and looking at the scene for a while, Milin said:

"Didn't that old lynx say you left Rhode Island?"

What responded to Milin was the sound of pouring wine, and the bold sound of drinking that could be felt just by listening to it.

Then there was a strong Guanzhong dialect:

"We never left, it's just that she didn't know."

Listening to the rich accent of the respondent, Milin sighed, turned around, and said to the woman who was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy, holding the empty wine cup with three fingers:

"Although I can understand it, I'd better speak Mandarin."

"Dayan Mandarin? Boss, you are really interesting. I have always heard the local dialect spoken before." The woman who heard Milin's words looked at Milin with playful eyes and said.

"One moment is not the other." Listening to it in the game is really a weird experience compared to listening to the other party's accent that is no different from Shopkeeper Tong's.

However, Milin stood up from the couch without explaining much.

Looking down at the ancient scribe's robe, Milin, with a somewhat subtle expression, picked up the wine glass on the white jade table next to the couch and drank it all in one gulp with a bold movement similar to that of the goddess in front of him.

"Cough cough cough..." The spicy taste went straight to the bridge of his nose, and Milin choked out before he remembered that the body he was using now did not have nanorobots to help degrade alcohol so that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

"If you can't drink, then don't drink." Said the goddess, whose speaking style changed from dialect to Mandarin.

"You know I can't drink, so why do you still pour me wine?" Milin, who didn't take out the prepared nanorobot and injected it into his body, just felt the drunkenness in his brain caused by alcohol, said to him in an accusing tone. The goddess in front said.

"How can we meet old friends without wine?" Faced with Milin's accusation, the goddess replied in an indifferent tone.

"Meet an old friend?" Milin looked at the operator named "Ling" in front of him with serious eyes.

Although she is a registered operator of Rhode Island, it is better to say that this goddess, who was born from a fragment of the gods, just joined Rhode Island with the mentality of playing in the human world.

"Oh, it seems that you still hate us as before, even if we are just fragments of Him."

Not knowing what he read in Milin's eyes as he stared at him, Ling said in a sentimental tone.

"Tsk, have I ever shown that I hate you?" Milin responded speechlessly.

It's true that the Mi family's motto is to hate gods, but it doesn't say that you should hate the paper man in the game... unless the paper man shows something that Mi Lin hates.

Milin still remembers that in order to maximize the potential of the support character in front of him, he couldn't live comfortably at home writing and typing for the whole New Year.

After drawing it, he immediately broke the bank and was upgraded to the full level plus the third level of skill specialization.

These behaviors are not considered annoying, right?

"You don't hate us, you just kill us." Ling said in a very nostalgic tone.

"..." Probably because of the glass of wine, Milin couldn't control his emotions and showed a hint of surprise.

Although various settings in the world view of Arknights can be called the Riddler, there is one setting that has been officially implemented.

That was the original god of Great Yan, who was defeated and broken into more than a dozen pieces by the Great Yan people...that is, the Chinese ethnic group in the world of Terra.

One of them is the unrestrained alcoholic poet sitting in front of Milin.

"It seems that you still haven't remembered everything, but it's good this way, so that the old friends won't fight each other as soon as they meet again." Seeing Milin's shocked expression, Ling said with a smile.

Before Milin could wonder what role he played in the Great Yanren's defeat of the gods, a fiery red figure walked into the room accompanied by a pungent smell.

"Here comes the hot pot." The pungent smell comes from the bubbling crimson liquid in the pot of this fiery red figure.

Putting the steaming hot red soup hotpot on the small round table in the room, the fiery red figure saw that Milin had woken up. He walked up to Milin in a few steps and said with his pointed little tongue:

"Boss, have a great New Year."

"..." Seeing this girl who not only had a red face but also was dressed in hot clothes saying "Happy New Year" to him, Milin felt very weird in his heart.

Because the girl in front of her is also one of the fragments of the god "Sui", Ling's sister Nian.

That’s right, it’s what people in Dayan call the “year” in Chinese New Year.

Saying "Happy New Year" to others after the "New Year" is over, this matryoshka-like feeling is really weird.

Under the influence of the pungent spicy smell, Milin put away these strange thoughts and asked Nian:

"It's New Year now?"

"It's the eighth day of the first lunar month, and it's the New Year's Eve in a few days. You must be sleepy, Bose." Nian smiled and raised his leg to rest next to Milin.

Compared with her sister Ling's boldness, Nian's style is basically informal.

The originally sexy high-slit cheongsam was worn by Nian and had the effect of being unsuitable for children.

"It's already Chinese New Year in this world." Milin thought for a moment, and suddenly realized that it seemed like it was Chinese New Year in another world.

It's just that Milin didn't mention it, and neither Gray Feng nor Alori, nor Ella nor Galina had the habit of celebrating the Spring Festival, so it was forgotten.

Obviously when I first traveled to that world, I still entertained myself for a small year next to a pile of corpses.

"Well, happy New Year to you too." Milin, who felt that he had lost billions of colonial planets, said to Nian with some sadness.

"Hey, did Boss forget something?" Nian said with a smile as he took out a folding fan from somewhere and opened it with a snap.

"?" Milin was stunned for a moment, unable to respond to what Lai Nian was talking about.

"Where's the red envelope? Where's the New Year's red envelope? It's an old tradition to say a red envelope is good for the New Year." Nian said to Milin.

"...Don't you think it's weird that you ask me for a red envelope?" Milin said speechlessly, who didn't expect Nian to be talking about this.

"You Sazi is surprised, aren't you Bose? Isn't it natural for a leader to give out red envelopes to his subordinates?" Nian said.

"Aren't you Nian? Aren't you supposed to give red envelopes to others?" Milin said.

"Then I'll go to that old lady Kelsi and hand in my resignation report tomorrow." Nian said immediately when he saw that Milin didn't give him a red envelope but instead gave him a red envelope.

"...Tsk, it's a red envelope, right?" Recalling the time when he had just drawn the year, and because of insufficient resources on hand, he had to go through all kinds of troubles to send the other party to the full level of junior high school, Mi Lin decided to give in with some pain. .

Isn't it just a red envelope? I happen to have a red envelope in my hand that is suitable for the New Year.

As he spoke, Milin took out a small green triangle from his overcrowded storage space, picked up a very festive red napkin from the table next to him, wrapped it up and handed it to Nian's hand.

"Here, take the red envelope, and remember to wish you good luck."

"What is this?" Nian asked as he pulled open the napkin that contained the part-time red envelope for a few seconds and looked at the small triangle inside.

"I remember you said, didn't there be a big explosion when the strongest spear attacked the strongest shield? That's what you have in your hand." Milin said.

"???" A trace of confusion flashed across Nian's face, but he and Ling immediately showed a shocked expression.

Milin, who knew that these two god fragments had vaguely guessed what it was, said:

"The individual soldier's apocalypse-level cold fusion nuclear warhead has a small yield, only 10 million."

"..."