Arknights Welcome to Terra Continent

"Welcome, Margaret, Beichen."

Russell had been waiting at the Wall of Champions for a long time. After all, she came by car while the other two came on foot.

"This is the first time after the game that there aren't those annoying reporters and flash cameras."

Beichen complained.

"They don't have the guts to interview the Cavaliers. At least tonight, Casimir's Wall of Champions belongs to the Cavaliers."

Russell looked at the Silver Spear Pegasus who were standing motionless at the door. To be honest, if she had known that things would go so smoothly, she would not have called back so many people.

"It sounds more like sarcasm."

Margaret's eyes looked at the portraits of previous champions, and finally stopped at the last empty photo frame.

"After all, this exhibition hall existed before the development of knight competitions. In the past, it was a museum used to preserve the relics of heroes. That was... a long time ago."

It is indeed ironic to put these two things in the same place.

"So you haven't changed your mind, right?"

Russell looked into Margaret's eyes and asked seriously.

Margaret simply nodded and gave her answer.

"Yes."

"Just like I couldn't persuade your grandfather back then, hahahaha, it's true... Cyril's granddaughter has grown up so big. You look a lot like him, it's rare. He will be pleased."

Russell looked at Margaret's face carefully. Her determined gaze really reminded Russell of many things.

"What you want to do is something that goes against the times, Margaret. You don't need to be a soldier, you don't need to be a noble, and you don't need to be a champion."

“Your journey has just begun, young man. After many twists and turns, you have just begun to welcome the real big waves.”

Then, Russell turned his attention to the drowsy Beichen.

He was not interested in such topics. Old people liked to talk about profound principles and riddles.

"Beichen, thank you as well."

"Why are you thanking me? Didn't you lose to Margaret because you were not as skilled as her?"

Beichen waved his hands and continued to act stupid.

"Hahaha, you can hide it from the audience, but you can't hide it from me. You knew what would happen from the beginning, right? You were also the one who trapped those assassins after the game."

"I can't hide it from you after all. But I said at the beginning, didn't I? I will act according to my own ideas. So, it's going much more smoothly than you imagined at the beginning, right?"

Now it was Russell's turn to nod in agreement.

"By the way, I have another piece of confidential information that you might be interested in. Oh, and it's free."

Beichen leaned close to Russell's ear and whispered.

"The No-Hero Alliance is almost finished. Platinum and the two Blue Golds were even forced to come to me for help in order to escape Casimir from the pursuit of Black Iron and the Federation."

"As for Xuantie, he killed several high-ranking members of the Federation on the night of the power outage. Soon, they will become directors of the Federation with a completely new identity."

"............Indeed, this is information I did not expect."

Russell was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Since they have come to me and made an offer that I cannot refuse, I cannot just refuse it, right? So it is not too much to take away three people who are no longer that important from Casimir."

Although Beichen's tone sounded like a request, in fact, it was just a notification.

"I think I have no reason to refuse."

Although the Supervisory Council still has questions to ask these important figures, releasing them from Casimir will definitely not be a bad thing for the Supervisory Council.

"It's settled then. I'll be leaving now. Can you two chat slowly?"

Beichen left the Wall of Champions exhibition hall and returned to the street. He had just stretched when those impatient reporters who had appeared out of nowhere surrounded him.

"Excuse me............."

"What are you asking? The Brilliant Knight is the final winner. I have no comment. Anyway, no matter how hard you try, you can't win."

Beichen waved his hand and pushed those bored reporters aside.

He dared to guarantee that at least half of the reporters who surrounded him had bad intentions. There might be many traps in their questions. They tried to attack and discredit Knight Yao by taking Beichen's answers out of context.

We generally call this type of people studying journalism.

Anyway, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, so you might as well not say anything.

"You won't make any comments about your disastrous defeat today, Mr. Flame Paladin?"

This question made Beichen stop.

Is this a trick to provoke me and try to keep me here?

"That's enough. It's a miserable defeat. You can say whatever you want. Anyway, the finals are over. I'm just not as skilled as others. I just need to go back and practice more."

Beichen continued walking without looking back, but the reporters continued to surround him relentlessly.

An expression of impatience appeared on Beichen's face, but the reporters pretended not to notice it and were determined to get something out of Beichen.

"I'll give you three seconds to get out of here, or I'll start beating people up."

Beichen stretched out three fingers and spoke.

Anyway, he won't be staying in Casimir in the future, so it doesn't matter even if these reporters exaggerate and make him infamous.

Oh my god, the runner-up of the special tournament actually beat up a reporter in public. Is there any news more explosive than this?

"Hey, Zofia, let me ask you something. How did you deal with those reporters who kept pestering you?"

"Why are you asking this now? ... Of course I'd just punch them in the face."

Although Zofia was confused, she still gave an answer.

"You should have heard it too. This move was learned from the Whip Knight."

Beichen shook the terminal in his hand.

"Wait, what did you say? Learning from the Whip Knight, what does that mean?"

Before Sofia could figure out the situation, Beichen started beating people.

Beichen's punches were just the right amount of force, without hurting bones or teeth. Apart from the face being swollen for several days, there were no side effects.

"Ok, I want to see this news in your newspaper tomorrow morning: 'After losing the finals, the Flame Paladin took his anger out on the interviewing reporter and injured several people.'"

Except for a few who ran fast, almost everyone else was hit by Beichen's punch.

"Oh, by the way, what did Casimir say... I remember it now."

Stretch out your right hand, make a fist, then slowly raise the middle finger, and finally scan it for everyone.

"Fuck you! (Casimir)"