My Arknights Life Diary

Nancy ignored Tallulah and Lezavog who were chattering behind her. Her mission on this trip was to help Tu Fang treat someone she had never met.

Before long, she followed the man leading the way to where the patriots were recuperating.

It was a large tent with many shield guards stationed near it.

At this time, facing Nancy and others who were walking towards the patriot's tent, they made way for them.

Afterwards, with a huge sense of oppression brought by the gaze of the shield guards, everyone entered the very large tent and saw the patriot lying on a big bed in the tent.

The patriots at this time can only be described in one word: weak.

Visible weakness.

Nancy didn't waste too much time. She took out some "folded" equipment and some auxiliary iron men from her "four-dimensional pocket".

Then he threw them to the side of the bed, and these things began to expand, forming a complete set of equipment beside the bed. Nancy walked to the side of the equipment and began to operate it.

Just as everyone was watching Nancy's operation, behind them, Tallulah and Lezavog's series of mumblings finally came to fruition.

"Well... the relationship between Mr. Tu Fang and Nancy is a little hard to understand, but if I simplify it and put it in a way that you can easily understand, you can think of Miss Nancy as Tu Fang's ancestral housekeeper."

Lezavog whispered this to Tallulah. He had just made another remote call to Tu Fang and got the answers to these questions.

"Butler...or inherited from my ancestors...what strange words."

Tallulah looked at Nancy who was operating over there, and thought about the two words again. When put together, they sounded like a very niche word.

She was a little confused...

However, at present, she can at least be sure that Nancy will not become her "enemy" under normal circumstances... right?

Tallulah thought so with certainty, and then she shook her head, throwing all these miscellaneous things out of her head, because it was time to deal with the real business now.

Like everyone else, she gathered around the instrument and watched Nancy operate it.

After about two minutes, Nancy stopped the operation.

"I have a general idea of ​​this gentleman's physical condition."

"Then may I ask doctor, do you have any medical plan?"

After hearing this, Frost Star immediately spoke anxiously.

"The most convenient method at present is to use some drugs to restore the body's functions and replenish the lost life essence, and then install mechanical prostheses on the broken limbs and some injured parts.

This will basically ensure that his physical condition returns to the state before the injury. You can ask for his opinion. If he agrees, I can start the surgery now."

Nancy turned around, put her hands in her pockets and said in a flat tone that she had just asked Tu Fang about this plan, and Tu Fang said that as long as the patriot agreed, they would follow this plan.

By the way, Tu Fang also added a lot of personal stuff to the treatment plan, such as giving the Patriot a set of power armor like Lezavog, as well as a series of new weapons.

On the other side, Frost Star and Tallulah discussed it and then communicated with Patriot. Patriot agreed to the operation, and then Nancy started the operation.

"I have one last question before the surgery. Regarding the series of mechanical devices that will be installed after the surgery, do you have any preferences, such as color?"

Before the operation began, Nancy asked Patriot specifically.

"Color? Can I ask what mechanical modification projects are available?"

"For mechanical prostheses, special power armor, and some special weapons, I recommend white.

First of all, white is also a protective color on the snowy plains, although this protective color doesn’t mean much to you.

Secondly, choosing white power armor has a big contrast with Lezavog's black power armor, which can prevent people from mistaking you two for each other in the future. After all, to most Terrans, Wendigos actually look similar.

Of course, there is one last and most important point. Mr. Tu Fang said that he prefers white because it feels more "just" than your previous black. But he is still willing to respect your idea.

".......Then let's go with white."

The Patriot doesn't care about this kind of thing. To him, as long as the color is not too outrageous, he can accept most colors.

After that, Nancy asked everyone except Lezavog to leave, and then injected several tubes of unknown medicine into the Patriot's body.

As the medicine was injected, the Patriot fell into a deep sleep.

Then...

"Lezavog, pick this guy up and stuff him in there."

Nancy pointed at the large iron can that had just appeared and said this to Lezavog.

"what?"

"What? Otherwise, why would I keep you here? Do you expect me to use my fragile body to hold up this creature weighing hundreds of kilograms?"

"okay!"

Lezavog picked up the Patriot on the bed, then lifted him high and stuffed him into an iron bucket. The collision of equipment made a clanging sound.

The sound was heard outside, and everyone outside was worried about the situation in the house. After all, to put it nicely, it was treating a disease, but to put it bluntly, they felt that it was just forging iron... (treating patriots as iron)

...........

About half an hour later, accompanied by various tinkling and buzzing sounds, Lezavog was driven out of the tent.

"Hmm? Lezavog, you're out. What's the situation inside, Mr. Patriot? What's his general condition now?"

As soon as Lezavog came out of the tent, he was surrounded by a crowd. Among them, Tallulah was the first to step forward and ask.

"The situation is fine. The treatment is progressing very well. The treatment will be over in about ten to twenty minutes. Please be patient."

"Ah."

...............

After another ten minutes, the only sounds in the tent were those of mechanical activity, and after five minutes, even the last sound was gone.

It was at this time that Nancy left the tent and stood in front of everyone.

"Nancy! Daddy's situation......."

"Doctor, the captain..."

"Miss Nancy........."

"Shh! Be quiet! From now on you just need to watch carefully."

Nancy interrupted everyone directly.

Then, Nancy opened the tent directly, and the strong light inside the tent shone directly from the tent entrance, highlighting a tall figure.

The light seemed particularly dazzling in the dark night. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked at the tall figure with his back to the light. It was the Patriot.

But he is different now than he was in the past.

The black armor from the Ursus Empire turned into pure white power armor made by Nancy, and the remaining hand held a specially made power halberd.

The halberd blade was emitting a blue light caused by the decomposition force field device carried inside, and in her other hand was a large white shield transformed by a mechanical arm.

The snow-white equipment, the proud standing posture and the extremely strong light in the dark night made the patriot look sacred in the eyes of everyone.

"dad?"

Yelena made such a sound, she longed for a response from her father, but the giant in snow-white armor just stood there without making any movement.

"He is not awake yet and cannot respond to your calls. Please wait a moment."

Nancy said this, took out her camera, took a picture of the sacred scene, and then remotely operated the Iron Man in the tent to inject the final sobering potion into the Patriot.

As the potion was injected, a pair of scarlet eyes opened.

He looked at everything in front of him in confusion. He first looked at himself, his body wearing snow-white power armor, and then looked at the people in front of him.

"dad?"

Froststar asked this.

"Yelena?"

A call that patriots answered.

Then, there was some extremely clichéd, joyful content. Nancy chose to slip away first because she didn't like this kind of atmosphere very much.

As for tasks like introductions, they were naturally given to Lezavog. Now Nancy is going back "home".

..............

"Mr. Patriot, are you using this mechanical prosthesis well?"

"Well, this mechanical prosthesis is amazing. It is obviously a mechanical creation, but it is as flexible as flesh and blood. At the same time, it also has 'perception' that machines should not have."

The Patriot clenched his fist, then stroked the fabric on the tent next to him and said this with some emotion.

"Well, that's good. According to the information Nancy gave me, your mechanical prosthesis should also have the function of transformation. You can try to change it from the shield form to other postures. By the way, the first transformation seems..."

Before Lezavog finished speaking, the Patriots had already begun to try to transform.

"Let me try......"

Patriot said this, trying to control the deformation of his newly installed mechanical prosthesis with his mind.

As the neural electrical signals in his mind were emitted, accompanied by the sound of mechanical collision, the large shield originally hanging on the Patriot's arm turned into a Gatling gun with six barrels!

At the same time, a hymn sang in a language that no one except Lezavog could understand. The song went something like this:

Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva~

One breath, three thousand six hundred turns~

Great compassion saves the world~

"There are...colored...eggs..."

Lezavog spoke his last few words slowly.

Fortunately, due to the language barrier, everyone present, except Lezavog, could hear the sacredness in the song but did not understand the meaning of the song at all.

"Forget it, that might be some prank played by Tu Fang. Mr. Patriot, you should try the firepower of this gun."

The Patriot nodded, then raised his arm and aimed at a small, empty mound in the distance, looking at everyone in shock.

In just three seconds, countless flames from the bombs pierced the night sky and hit the small mound. Two seconds later, the original mound had disappeared, leaving only bullet holes of varying sizes on the ground...

This was not the end. There were dozens of bombs flying towards the woods in the distance. The first one that flew into the woods knocked down several large trees in a very short time.

Lezavog looked at the Gatling gun on the Patriot's arm and then at the grenade launcher on his waist, and felt that this grenade launcher was not so useful...

"This power...I'm afraid it can tear a hole anywhere..."

Tallulah's tone was filled with joy and shock.

..............

"Wow, so handsome! I will keep this photo as a treasure!"

Early in the morning, Tu Fang took the photo Nancy handed over, which she had taken when Patriot was just released, and said this with some joy.

"But then again, white power armor, um...what is that?

Can it be considered a big daddy alien? If I count, what should I call it? Well, if we look at the sacredness of this photo, can it be called the Covenant Patriot?

Well... But having said that, this power armor looks so elegant, much better than Lezavog's high-end imitation Astartes power armor.

It’s like a ‘dress’, but a pure white dress…”

For some reason, Tu Fang looked at the photo with increasingly strange eyes. Finally, he put the photo on the table, unable to bear to look at it any longer.

"Mr. Tu Fang, what's wrong with you?"

Nancy saw Tu Fang's abnormal behavior and walked up to him and asked.

"No, nothing. I just thought of something special when I looked at the photo. It's a bit eye-catching."

"Hmm? Can you tell me about it?"

"Okay, Nancy, you see, the bright light alone has nothing to do with the Patriot's elegant power armor, right?

But what if you combine the two? A white dress with a shiny train, do you think it looks a bit like a wedding dress?

Look here, right here, doesn’t it look like the hem of a wedding dress? "

Tu Fang said this while pointing out the location on the photo.

Nancy：………………

"Mr. Tu Fang, you have a very good imagination."

"Well, now that you mention it, it is true, because I just thought of a new name for patriots."

"Hmm? What's your name?"

"The Patriot Bride........."

Nancy：………………

Tu Fang's words successfully silenced both himself and Nancy.

"Mr. Tu Fang, I admire your fantastic imagination, but please pack up your things quickly. It's time for us to set off. According to the itinerary you have arranged, we are going to the 'isolated island' today."

"Of course I know. I was just thinking about another thing. If the Patriot is wearing a wedding dress, then Nancy, aren't you the one who put the wedding dress on the Patriot yourself?

If that's the case, then aren't you Yelena's stepmother?"

Nancy：………………

For some reason, she looked at Tu Fang, who was letting his imagination run wild, and felt that she should punch him to stop his meaningless and weird imaginations...