Sotheby: yawns ... So sleepy ... The Chew-Chew Hallucinogen IX is almost there ...
Sotheby: What on earth is missing ...
Sotheby: Oops!
Mr. Karson: Please mind your step and don't forget your manners, my lady. Ms. Sonetto is at work. Do not disturb her.
Sonetto: Yes. Sonetto received. We are on our way to the Relief Shelter, close to the woods.
Z: Long story short. Our agents in Washington reported that all the relief supplies are being delivered to Chicago.
Z: What the Manus wants are those supplies. So you need to adjust your plan.
Z: Our first priority is to stop them from grabbing the supplies and to rescue the refugees.
Z: There may well be a tough battle today. Just in case, we will send you some fresh crews.
Sonetto: Then what about the Timekeeper? She ...
Z: She knows what she is doing.
Z: You will meet when the mission is completed, Sonetto.
Sonetto: ... Understood. I will do my best.
Z: Thank you for what you have done for the well-being of mankind. Looking forward to the good news.
THe letter from the Foundation: shoot
THe letter from the Foundation: An arrow dripping with slime pierces the letter.
Follower: Woods are locked! Go back if you're not transport staff!
Disciple: roar
Sonetto: Of course we are the transport staff, though the direction we're going is different from yours.
Sotheby: Hmm? Now they arrived. I feel a lot more awake!
Sonetto: Everyone, please lend me your strength.
COMBAT
Although only half a day has passed, the woods are no longer the same as it was.
People sit around the base camp tent, stretchers, and temporary stoves, trying to smile in a pale face.
In the center, next to the huge crucible, there is a high wooden platform as required for a press conference with a Steinway piano.
Commissioned Corps Officer: Hmm let me see, umm Mr. Forget Me Not. So you are the man who's gonna work with us?
Forget Me Not: Exactly.
Commissioned Corps Officer: Show me your physician's license. Are you good at clinical diagnosis? How many patients have you seen?
Forget Me Not: Sir, I'm an arcanist.
Commissioned Corps Officer: Oh, A.K.A con artist, right?
Forget Me Not: I was invited. You've already prepared the crucible and materials I need, why bother asking me?
Commissioned Corps Officer: tut ... What are those numskull chiefs thinking!
Commissioned Corps Officer: ... What can this freak do? Playing house with some rotten roots and toad?
Mrs. Durant: Isn't this Mr. Forget Me Not! Fabulous, such a relief that you're here ... cough
Mrs. Durant: We haven't had any food for a whole night. We're starving, and can't stop thinking about eating ... I don't know. They say it's cash.
Forget Me Not: Don't worry, I promise everything will be ok, Mrs. Durant.
Mrs. Durant: cough I know ... but you will definitely treat people in the white tent zone first, right?
Mrs. Durant: For the love of all the great party times we had! We couldn't take any more of these.
Druvis Ⅲ: So ... there are other zones here.
Druvis Ⅲ: Then ... who is living outside the white tent zone?
Mrs. Durant: Only god knows. I heard that it's a bunch tramps and vendors, I've never seen them before!
Mrs. Durant: However, distinguished lady, you look very familiar. Have we met somewhere before?
Druvis Ⅲ: I am afraid you made a mistake, madam.
Druvis Ⅲ: The military officer gets angry as more and more people gather around here.
Commissioned Corps Officer: Stop dawdling! Since you're here to save lives, hurry up then! Thousands of people are waiting!
Forget Me Not: Keep silent when I'm making potions, sir.
Commissioned Corps Officer: Yeah, pretentious ...
Commissioned Corps Officer: I'll check 30 mins later, to see what the hell you're up to!
Forget Me Not: …