Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

For this reason, Mike had to hurry up and change the subject: "Director Muirseth, you didn't come to me to tell me a secret, and I don't think you will stay here tonight. There must be something special you want to tell me, right?"

Who wants to stay at your place overnight? Muirseth blushed, reached out and patted Mike's arm, and even stood up and kept a certain distance from him, putting his hands in front of him and making a crossed gesture.

"Those things are absolutely not allowed. If Saria knew what you did to me, she would definitely come talk to you in person."

Seria.

Mike knew that Saria was a sturdy woman, and the fact that she came to talk to him meant that the situation was so serious that it couldn't be worse.

Even now, Mike doesn't have the confidence to face Ms. Vaifan who is in a furious state.

He's not like someone in prison whose value keeps increasing over time.

It's not like you'd get beaten and then just say, "This crappy game should be shut down as soon as possible."

However, the fact that Muerseth brought up Saria to talk to her showed that she had run out of tricks.

Mike looked at the water elf with a smile, and his smile made Muirseth feel uneasy.

The Doctor had evil intentions and bad intentions, and for a moment she couldn't tell what tricks this guy would use to deal with her.

"Mike, are we enemies?"

"Love is war."

"Shut up, I don't want to discuss the plot of the East Country comics with you."

"Oh, you've watched that animation?"

Muirseth was even more devastated, as Mike actually followed her wishes and changed the subject.

To be honest, during her time in Tremont, since Saria did not arrange any work for her, she could only find things to do for herself. Over time, the water elf learned to find all kinds of entertainment, including games and comics from the East, movies from Columbia, and operas from Victoria.

According to the long age of the elves, Muirseth is still in her childhood. She is still a long way from adulthood and has plenty of time to acquire knowledge.

Different from other elves living on this land, Muirseth, who is deeply influenced by modern culture, never thinks that he should give up studying just because he has a lot of time. He thinks that he can spread out the things he needs to do over a longer period of time.

"Many things are urgent to begin with. If you delay them for one more day, more variables will arise."

Kristen once told her that for researchers doing scientific research, every minute and every second of their time is precious and must be used as much as possible. This land will not stay where it is and wait for them to develop slowly.

Now that person has become a bright star in the sky.

Every time Muirseth looked up at the sky at night, she would tell herself that if she could take one more step forward, she might be able to catch up with that person.

"Again, I have no intention of discussing that comic book idea with you."

"I'm listening, you can continue."

Muirseth hummed and sat back next to Mike. This time the water elf no longer had the same expression as before. When she looked serious, it was impossible to doubt her real age. From this moment on, she was a mature research scholar and one of the directors of the ten departments of Rhine Life Science. How could she act like a child?

"The Sami Glacier is a magical place. The residents here still lead a very primitive tribal life. But in this land, gods appear and some races unknown to outsiders hide."

Mike nodded repeatedly. He knew the Cyclops and the Wood Elves, two extremely mysterious races.

"I said before that I had looked for my people here before. I want to know how they are living now and whether our bloodline is connected."

When Muirseth said this, his eyebrows drooped and he couldn't help shaking his head.

"With the help of the locals, I finally found them after a lot of effort. But when I stood in front of them, I realized that we are no longer of the same bloodline. Although we are both elves, that's all."

"They won't take you in?"

Muirseth looked up at Mike, with no trace of confusion in his bright eyes. The water elf shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to accept them. I was born in Colombia, in a modern society. I don't want to go back to the tribe and live in the trees. In the elves' residence deep in the Sami jungle, you can't see any modern atmosphere. There are not even flush toilets here. It's unbearable."

Speaking of this, Mike remembered a person who also didn't want to stay in Iberia because there was no flush toilet.

Muirseth paused for a few seconds and continued, "But the wood elves did not reject me. They agreed to let me learn their knowledge. I found that they took another path. If possible, Doctor, I hope you can go to that place with me. It may be helpful for this trip."

When Muirseth finished speaking, Mike understood why she was so anxious.

The water elf came to the Sami region, and the relatively primitive ice environment allowed her to get in touch with nature more easily. The elves, as a race, have a very close connection with nature, and they must have felt that some kind of threat was approaching.

In other words, Muirsey wants to feel safe, and there are two people who can give her a sense of security. Saria is not around and is even unwilling to enter Sami. The other person is Mike, and Mike's goal is the more dangerous Far North.

Muirseth felt very embarrassed being caught between the two. She couldn't let Saria come to this place, so she could let Mike go to the wood elf tribe to seek help first.

"To be honest, you are not the only one who can find the Wood Elf Tribe. I know another one, that is the Cyclops Elki, the one who raised Typhon. I have met her once."

Mike stood up, walked two steps in the room, and said seriously, "Are you sure I can get help if I go to the Wood Elves' tribe?"

Muirseth didn't understand what Mike meant, but Mike didn't intend to keep him in suspense and immediately delved into the topic: "If the wood elves can really help the Sami Icefield, they shouldn't watch this land being gradually eroded by evil spirits. My point of view is just the opposite. The wood elves can't provide any help, or even if they can provide help, for some reason, they choose to stand still and watch."

"PhD."

"If you want me to go and think that place is useful, I will follow the route you mentioned to the Wood Elves' tribe. As for whether they are willing to see me, that is another matter. This is my promise to you, but I also want to remind you not to have too high expectations. After all, the Wood Elves did not go to save the Sami people. They don't even regard themselves as any race in this land. You should know this better than me."

Only she knew what Muirseth had experienced. Although Mike had never seen the wood elf in person, he could tell from the water elf's description that the wood elf had an arrogant attitude, which did not meet the minimum requirements for cooperation for him.

Although John's suicide note had been burned, explorers like Magellan were able to copy the original map as quickly as possible.

"We will discuss this matter in detail tomorrow. The problem I have to face is not just the wood elves, there are others as well."

What Mike said was equivalent to an order to leave. Muirseth knew that there was no point in her staying here, and Mike was not prepared to communicate with her further.

"Doctor, I have no ill intentions, and I believe the same is true of the wood elves."

"I trust your judgment, and I hope they can keep their composure as you do."

To be honest, Muirseth's heart was already shaken. Mike's explanation just now completely touched her heart. She recalled the arrogant attitude of the wood elves when they saw her, an alien.

But Muirseth also knew how powerful the biotechnology mastered by the wood elves was. They could even use a seed to repair a damaged vehicle.

Use vines to replace the car's shell and tree hearths to replace the engine, giving life to steel.

The doctor agreed to meet with the wood elf. The opportunity has been created. What remains is whether the communication between the two sides can be smooth.

Muirseth sighed in his heart. No matter what, he had gained something tonight.

……

The next day.

Nothing happened at the scientific research station which was operating stably, and everyone sat around eating.

The Sami-style mushroom soup, soaked compressed biscuits, and chopped packaged meat are simply a delicious meal for people who spend all year round on the ice field.

Zhongyue talked about his insignificant specialties, but he won everyone's trust by cooking himself.

After all, finding a chef who knows how to eat is extremely difficult. Even if the grandmaster is a mediocre cook, he learned his skills from another top chef.

Mike went to bed the latest and got up the latest. When he walked out of the room yawning, everyone he passed by greeted him, which scared him so much that he thought everyone had turned into orange juice.

Of course, due to this guy's lame behavior and never participating in morning exercises, Zhongyue had given up long ago.

On such a quiet morning, Mike thought that the first person to come to him might be Muir Seth or Holhaiya, but he didn't expect it to be the inconspicuous Sami boy Xuerong.

"Doc, can I come in?"

The shy boy stood at the door of the office, peeking around but not daring to look any further, which reminded Mike of the pink-haired Scottish Fold rabbit, the macho Ansel.

"It's okay, please come in."

Mike responded and watched as Xuerong carefully walked to the desk.

The man placed his hands on the desk, crossed his fingers, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? What do you need me to do?"

Xuerong lowered his head in a panic and whispered, "Doctor, I have a very difficult question."

"I'm best at solving tough problems, just tell me."

Xuerong blinked his eyes. Having dealt with foreigners before, he couldn't tell whether Mike was serious or just trying to please him.

What he was about to say was urgent and he could not be allowed to delay any further.

"Doctor, the communication channels of the Sami Icefield have been cut off for a long time. The tribes are not aware of each other's situation. We have occupied the research station to restore communication between here and the base camp in the rear, so I wonder if we can give it a few more days to allow my tribe to pass by here."

After Xuerong said this, Mike completely understood.

The harsh environment of the ice field was unbearable for the Xuerong tribe, so they decided to head to the warmer south to seek opportunities.

And now is an excellent window of opportunity.

Someone opened up the road to the south. The strength of this group of people overwhelmed the Collapse Body. Xuerong's tribe had to act immediately, so the young man stood in front of him.

"Will two days be enough?"

"Enough, enough."

Xuerong was pleasantly surprised to find that the Doctor was so easy to talk to. He thought that communication would require some difficulty.

Mike agreed to Xuerong's request. Helping him was secondary. He wanted to find out what the attitude of Sami would be if another tribe left the ice field.

The situation in the deserted village is very special and cannot be regarded as a normal situation.

Xuerong didn't know the reason behind this, and left with many thanks. He had to rush back as quickly as possible, because good news was precious and should not be taken lightly.

After half an hour.

"You actually agreed?"

Muirseth pursed his thin lips and looked at the man in front of him, speechless.

Obviously, time is also precious to them.

"Well, there are at least hundreds of people in Xuerong's tribe. It is better to let them go to the south to find a chance to survive than to stay in the north and wait for death. We only need to wait until they come to know what the Sami will thinks."

Mike clearly told the water elf that this was a test from him.

Muerseth held the man's hand and whispered, "Our strength is too weak..."

"Being weak has its advantages. Do you think these few people can save Sammy? If so, Yan Country, Ursus and Sammy would have stopped strengthening their forces in the north long ago."

The threat of evil demons is not limited to the ice fields, but is spread all over the northern regions of Terra.

At this moment, Magellan, who was in charge of external communications, rushed in, pretending not to see Muirseth holding hands with the doctor, and brought an unexpected news.

Rest today

I won’t update today. Congratulations to myself for completing ten ship jumps and all achievements in P5R in the first week.

I haven’t recovered from my cold yet. I heard that the hospital is full of patients. I hope everyone can take good care of themselves.

I have finished playing P5R, but I feel like there are still many projects that I haven't played.

It’s really hard to write a leave note for a cat. Each time it’s a hundred words, which is too much.

94. I Want to Eat You

The moment Magellan ran in and saw the intimate behavior of the two people, he did not step back immediately, which shows that the situation she brought was far more important than the current embarrassment.

Mike naturally let go of his hand and asked, "What happened?"

"Kai, an urgent message from Doctor Kal'tsit, Rhodes Island's landship has arrived outside Sammy."

Mike: “?!”

He was so moved that tears were about to fall from his eyes. The giant lynx did not abandon him.

Do you know how difficult it was for him for a while?

"What did Kal'tsit say?"

Magellan stammered, "They said they could only send one team of operators, six at most, and they're on their way."

what? !

Mike's heart sank.

Who knows who Kal'tsit sent...

Forget it, the strongest battlefield commander can use the least ingredients to make the most appetizing dishes...bullshit!

Mike was furious and said, "Fuck it, I want to talk to Kal'tsit in person!"

His anger could not be vented, and Magellan cruelly interrupted his next words: "Sorry, Doctor, our contact with Rhodes Island has been cut off."

"So now I can only wait here for my operators to arrive, right?"

Looking at Mike's almost angry expression, Magellan swallowed hard and said, "Theoretically, that's the case."

“What about non-theory?”

"We can also go back to greet them."