Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Astro, dressed in an office uniform, stood in front of her desk to report on her work, looking just like she did during her days on Rhodes Island.

“Of the four transit stations near the base camp, apart from the one we had previously captured, the other three have successively sent messages asking what exactly happened.”

“We identified two transit stations we hadn’t visited, so their statements are not reliable.”

Mike scratched his head, turned around, and asked, "When will the Sami tribe's reinforcements arrive?"

"It will take at least another day. The snow was too heavy a while ago, and the roads are difficult to navigate."

News of the incident at the main camp reached the nearby Sami tribe, and according to the signed agreement, the local Snow God would lead a group to investigate.

Unless the situation becomes extremely critical, the snow spirit, protected by the Sami gods, will not be corrupted by evil spirits.

However, we cannot rule out the possibility of accidents. If even the snow sacrifice becomes a collapsed body, the resulting disaster would be beyond imagination.

Mike reached into his pocket and gently poked the snowball with his fingers. It hadn't melted on him yet, and Anma's gaze remained fixed on it.

“We can believe in the Snow Sacrifice, and at least we can believe in the gods of the Sami people.”

Mike placed the last report on the table, let out a long sigh, and waved for Star to leave first.

He used to work day and night like this when he was on Rhodes Island, and now that he's left Rhodes Island, the result is still the same. Doesn't that mean he left for nothing?

Fortunately, Mike had previously used the name of the Melander Foundation, so Holhaya stood in front of him and shielded him from a lot of trouble.

If Sami and Colombia investigate afterwards, it will be Quetzalcoatl who suffers, not him.

As he was thinking this, Holhaya, wearing a brand-new fur coat, walked in through the door, carrying a steaming cup of coffee.

"Did you miss me?"

Mike looked up. Today, Holhaya was wearing light makeup, and the feathers on her head were neatly combed on both sides. The woman pursed her red lips and stared straight at him, her big eyes seeming to speak.

The man sighed: "Don't talk to me like Muirsey."

"You remember that cute little elf, but don't you remember me?"

Miu Miu has a very strong girlfriend vibe; she's youthful, beautiful, lively, and adorable. What does Feathered Serpent have to offer?

Mike's gaze unconsciously fell on her waist.

Okay, Miu Miu is still a bit inferior to you in some aspects.

Feathered Serpent placed the coffee in front of Mike and said in a relaxed tone, "Ever since we took over headquarters, you seem to have been frowning the whole time and haven't been able to relax much."

"I would be very happy if I had a few capable people under me who could help me share some of the pressure, but as you can see, my agents need rest, the top leaders at headquarters are all gone, and in the end, I'm the only one left who can get things done."

Mike placed the basket containing the processed documents on the table, casually turned off the desk lamp, and the light disappeared from his eyes, leaving only the fluorescent light emitting a faint glow overhead.

During days of supply shortages, even electricity had to be used sparingly.

Hopefully, Yuki's support will bring good news.

Before Mike could get up, Feathered Serpent went around the desk, pushed back his chair, gently shifted his hips, and sat across his lap, his arms also around the man's shoulders.

A faint fragrance wafted over.

The soft feathers brushed against the man's cheek.

She said softly, "You've been gone for so long, I really thought you were never coming back."

"I have indeed thought about never seeing you again, and that this land will continue to turn without me."

Mike naturally placed his hand on Holhaya's waist, slowly slipping it inside her thick clothes. The feeling of her plumpness reminded him of the past.

The feathered serpent didn't care at all, gently swaying its waist and humming, "I'm not like those jealous little girls who think about how to have you all to themselves, I think about how to have you right now."

"Didn't you used to really enjoy playing games with them?"

Mike could clearly feel the feathered serpent's body temperature rising, and the hot breath it exhaled from its lips becoming more and more frequent.

She struggled for a moment, straddled Mike, buried her face in the side of the man's neck, and whispered, "Before I lost you, I was happy to be with them, but after losing you, all I want is to have you right now. My life is short, and I don't want to leave myself with regrets at the end. I've already had one regret."

Are you sure it's now?

"I locked the office door after I came in..."

Snapped.

The fluorescent lights were also turned off, plunging the office into darkness.

The feathered serpent's alluring voice rang out: "No one knows we're here now."

A pair of strong hands held down Holhaya's restless paws, and Mike picked her up and placed her on the desk, next to the cup of coffee that hadn't completely cooled down.

“You are well prepared, but you underestimate me, Feathered Serpent. I don’t want you today.”

The man pried open the feathered serpent's legs, grabbed her ankle with one hand, and made it impossible for her to break free.

Holhaya simply looked at him without struggling.

If he wanted her, he could have her now, but he refused her, just like he did back in Rhodes Island.

Mike took two steps back, let go of her hand, pushed aside the chair behind him, and walked around the desk toward the door.

From the darkness came a woman's emotionless voice: "Do I have no charm at all? Am I completely inferior to that little elf?"

"No, you just picked the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong person. What do you take me for? If you had chosen a peaceful evening, a warm apartment, where everything was calm and peaceful, I would have worried that your neighbors would think I was abusing you because of your cry for help."

The door opened, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

Holhaya lay on her desk, staring quietly at the ceiling. In fact, it was so dark that she couldn't see anything.

"Damn bastard, I'll make you scream for help one of these days!"

She sat up, grabbed the coffee cup next to her, drank it all in one gulp, and then smashed the empty cup heavily on the ground.

After a long while, the feathered serpent exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I have to hurry, otherwise when Muirsey arrives, I won't be able to stop her."

The thought of that woman made of water made Holhaya angry.

She was inferior to him in every way, yet she won Mike's favor.

56. Ragna's Hope

In the vast, endless wilderness of the Sami Icefield, a team of over two hundred people camped out in a sheltered area.

Their prophet received divine guidance and went to the United Exploration Association's headquarters to provide support.

Many warriors were learning for the first time that even in the southern part of Sami, so close to the border between the two countries, there was a possibility of invasion by evil spirits.

To be precise, the threat from the north is no longer a secret.

A fortune teller sat by a fire, holding a crystal ball in her hands, the firelight shining through the ball onto her face.

A lot has happened to this fortune teller recently.

Her best friend went north and disappeared without a trace, and another friend of hers, who was at base camp, also did not send back any messages.

The only thing that brought her some comfort was the divination that revealed the other party was currently doing well.

As for the north of the Sami, all divination methods have lost their effectiveness, which gives you an idea of ​​what a dark region lies further north of the Wall.

The diviner was fully aware of just how harsh the environment on the Sami Ice Plains was. She also knew that if things continued this way, the Sami Ice Plains would become a desolate wasteland. The Sami gods had not offered any effective solutions, or perhaps they were waiting for the Sami people to make their own decisions.

Thinking of this, she silently gripped the crystal ball, determined to stay on this land no matter what.

"Lagna, are you alright?"

The fortune teller, named Ragna, nodded without saying anything, looking at the piece of jerky that the other party handed her.

She reluctantly put it in her mouth, took a bite, and found it dry and hard.

Having been away from the ice fields for so long, the customs of the Sami people had become extremely unfamiliar to her.

The young Yukishi sat down next to her companion and handed her a bowl of water.

Ragna took it and thanked her, saying, "Without water, this piece of meat could keep me occupied all night."

"Have you forgotten your life in Sami?"

"of course not."

Xue Si grinned and said, "Were you thinking about headquarters just now?"

Ragna silently took a bite of jerky and mumbled, "I never imagined that place would be invaded by demons."

“Yes, I didn’t expect that either. Demons usually don’t cross the Wall in the North. If there were any problems with the Wall, the news would have come back long ago.”

“Recently, Sami has encountered a lot of trouble, and the divination results have been poor. Perhaps something has happened that we don’t know about.”

"It's hard to say. We don't know exactly what happened. Maybe it was just an accident."

Ragna smiled wryly, "There were far too many unexpected events, but fortunately the base camp has been retaken."

Speaking of this, Yuki suddenly became interested and said excitedly, "I heard it's an organization called the Melander Foundation, from Columbia, and their commander's code name is 'Doctor'."

Upon hearing this address, Ragna's heart skipped a beat, and a glimmer of hope rose again in her otherwise lifeless heart.

There was only one person on this land who could be called a "Doctor," at least in her mind, but that person had died several months ago.

So this must be a coincidence.

After all, the Melander Foundation is a well-known large organization in Colombia.

"I don't know," Ragna could only reply.

The young Yuki asked in surprise, "You don't even know? Didn't you tell me before that you know someone called Doctor? He's very capable and can handle anything with ease, even the most complicated situations."

“They are not the same person. There are many people with the same name on this land. You can’t say that he is a clone of someone else.”

“Okay, that’s true, but I’ve read a novel from Columbia…”

“Those science fiction works are creations of writers, not facts, and should not be confused with reality,” Ragna emphasized again, after all, she didn’t want to dwell on this matter any longer, nor did she want anyone to bring up the person in her heart again.

A long, long time ago—well, that's a rather theatrical sentence—she was assimilated.

In Ragna's memory, that person often frequented her fortune-telling hut, giving her all sorts of reasons to have her fortune told.

However, divination is not omnipotent and cannot explain everything. Moreover, based on the results of divination, it is impossible to know when the actual event will occur.

What made Ragna waver was precisely her divination of that man.

The divination clearly indicated that everything would be fine and nothing would happen, but when he passed away, it was impossible to predict his fate anymore, and even the crystal ball shattered the moment it emitted light.