Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

Before parting, Bai Lang specifically asked if Miss Furong was responsible for today's meals, and the answer was that Miss Furong herself was not ready yet. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, expressed her regret for not being able to eat nutritious meals, and then stopped disturbing her work and visited the clinic alone.

She had seen the Yaye mentioned by Miss Furong. In her memory, she was a gentle film girl whose real name was Louisa, which happened to be the same name as Dr. Louisa of Azazel.

A few months ago, she had just arrived in Rhode Island. After discussing the cooperation with the Azazel Clinic, Kal'tsit decided to let Yaye come here to establish the initial medical system. From what White Wolf knew now, this was indeed a good idea. Yaye was Kal'tsit's best student, and her ability was unquestionable. She was also a native of Chernobog and knew a lot about the situation here.

But when Yaye came, she didn't want to leave. Did Kal'tsit consider this at the time? It was impossible for her not to consider this. Perhaps this was what she expected, but in the environment of Che City, Azazel Clinic was a dangerous place after all. Was she pushing her best student into the fire?

Bai Lang felt again that Kal'tsit didn't seem complicated when she stood in front of her, but once they were apart, she discovered that she was surrounded by doubts and became unclear.

Volume 4: Chapter 3 Puzzle

As expected, Bai Lang found the dean in the kitchen area. The former general was wearing a blue apron that didn't match his height. He was cutting radishes with a focused expression and didn't even notice Bai Lang coming.

Two large white radishes were cut neatly into small pieces of uniform size, which looked natural and showed the owner's excellent knife skills. After the dean finished cutting, he put away the knife and scooped the radish pieces into the big pot beside him. When he was about to use a spoon to stir them, he found that someone had already got there first.

White Wolf stirred the contents of the pot with a spoon and asked with a smile, "Is it your best vegetable soup again today?"

Herag looked at the white wolf in surprise, and said without any embarrassment: "The children are busy, so it is my turn to come on stage. Miss Furong praised my cooking skills last time."

"I know her. How did she praise her?" White Wolf asked curiously.

Herag said with a relaxed and proud look, "It is said that the ingredients are very good, and the only difference is the cooking method. You see, I never thought that the vegetable soup I just cooked would actually conform to the principles of nutrition."

“You also know nutrition?”

"This was all taught by Miss Furong. Isn't she your nutrition expert in Rhodes Island?"

Bai Lang didn't know what to say for a moment. She nodded and said, "You are right. Miss Furong is a rare nutritionist, um, an expert."

She suddenly remembered what Furong said. The other party didn't want to leave after just a few days here. This might mean that a good horse will eventually meet its master.

Fortunately, the Dean’s vegetable soup was indeed prepared as Furong said. It was just a simple mixture and boiling, so the taste should not be too strange.

Herag asked White Wolf what his plans were this time. White Wolf did not hide anything and told him directly that he was going to the north soon.

"I saw the news in the newspaper." The general asked in an inquiring tone, "Two months ago, the patrol team carried out a siege on an illegal organization in Beiyuan."

"They failed, and the integration movement is indeed facing a crisis, but fortunately there is a patriot general in charge."

Hellagur sighed: "Honestly, do you really think the Reunion Movement can succeed? The power of the Empire is far beyond your imagination."

White Wolf shook his head: "I don't know, but some things have to be done by someone."

"You know, I wrote a letter to my old friend Bozhukas after you were here last."

"Have you contacted him?"

"We old guys have a special way of communicating with each other, but last time, I didn't expect to receive a reply from him so soon." General Liberi's eyes had a special meaning, and his tone was full of nostalgia: "In his reply, he told me something even more unbelievable, about your life experience. At that moment, I almost believed that you came to Azazel because of destiny."

"Your adoptive father and I had the same teacher, but we had completely different views on things, which led to a somewhat distant relationship. He was Bozhukasti's adjutant, and the two of us had similar personalities, so our relationship was much better. He was injured on the battlefield in his early years, and had to leave Ursus to recuperate elsewhere. When he left, it was the end of the Golden Age, so he did not experience the subsequent changes that took place in the empire."

Bai Lang was speechless. She should have thought that, starting from the relationship with her adoptive father, the entanglement between the Ursus Empire and her was not just as simple as a patriotic general. In fact, she would soon understand that when she was still spending her carefree childhood in Columbia, her fate began to be entangled with the land of Ursus.

"Bodrocas told me that your name is Lillian." Herag looked at her seriously, "I am now speaking to you from the perspective of an elder."

"Don't do meaningless things, don't be blinded by noble impulses. I have been through and seen too much. Self-sacrifice is an irresistible passion that makes a person see himself as infinitely noble, but the end of this nobility is desolation and death. It is more intoxicating than any wine and more difficult to suppress than any bad habits. But Lillian, you only have one life, and the battlefield is always full of surprises."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Put down your weapons, go to Longmen, go to Yan Country, and live a peaceful life."

Bai Lang lowered her head and pondered silently for a long time. Suddenly, she laughed. With shining eyes, she looked at the elder who gave her earnest advice: "Then, have you let it go? Why do you keep guarding here, in this hopeless land? Why can't I see a trace of dust on your sword?"

Helag was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It seems that I can't persuade you. Is it because of Bozhukasti's thoughts that you are influenced? If your father had entrusted you to me, it would not be like this."

"No." White Wolf said with a smile, "It's my own idea, but what you said before also makes sense. I plan to copy it and teach others."

In order not to give too much stimulation to the old man who had a close relationship with her adoptive father, White Wolf decided to hide the following fact: she was responsible for at least half of the Patriots' joining the Integration Movement.

"By the way, do you know a man named Caroline?" White Wolf said the name of the middleman that Kal'tsit contacted.

"If you're talking about that noble merchant, then I know him." Herag's face was not looking good. "He was a subordinate of Bozhukasti. He seemed to have a good relationship with your adoptive father in his early years. But in the past changes, he sold out Bozhukasti to keep his noble status. Later, others said that he was a diplomat who was good at dealing with people, and a true businessman."

White Wolf's heart began to beat fast. According to General Hellagur, there seemed to be something wrong with the person recommended by Kal'tsit. But this was strange. Kal'tsit knew that Bodrakas was in the Reunion Movement. She should have considered this matter. Why did she still choose Caroline?

She temporarily decided to wait until she met with the patriot to discuss the matter before trying to find out the true strength of Carolingian.

"I still have a question now." White Wolf stared at the old general who also came from the golden age, and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time, "Why does the Ursus Empire treat the infected in this way? The infected are only discriminated against in other places in Terra, why are they persecuted here? Doesn't the Emperor of Ursus understand that the infected are just ordinary people. As long as the natural disaster still exists, the infection will never be eradicated?"

Herag looked disappointed. "This is a mystery of the royal family. The late emperor reigned for 142 years and opened up the most glorious era of Ursus. In the early days, the conflicts among the infected in the country actually maintained a similar level to that of other countries. Until more than 20 years ago, the late emperor's national policy suddenly changed, and the attitude towards the infected became increasingly harsh. Until now, no one can understand all this."

Volume 4: Chapter 4: A Dream

White Wolf had also heard about the last Emperor Ursus's later years. She asked doubtfully:

"I heard that the old emperor was bewitched in his later years, which led to his drastic change in temperament. The new emperor who succeeded him was still young and didn't understand state affairs. Over time, he became what he is now."

Helag sighed, looking helpless: "Don't take the rumors seriously. The late emperor was one of the most capable and ambitious emperors in the history of the empire. Anyone who has really met him would not have such an idea. Moreover, although the new emperor is still young, he was already in his fifties when he ascended the throne. How could he be completely ignorant of state affairs?"

White Wolf kept repeating the words "over fifty" and "still young" in his mind, and always felt it was particularly awkward. But after careful consideration, he found that there was nothing wrong with this statement. For normal Terran people, over fifty years old is indeed considered young. This certainly does not include the infected. On the continent of Terra, the infected is synonymous with premature death.

After General Hellagur's words, White Wolf thought of something else. In the golden age of several decades, at least Hellagur, Bodracasti, Kal'tsit and others served Ursus. The fact that these people could serve him at the same time showed that the emperor at that time was definitely not an ordinary character, and the comment of being a man of great talent and strategy was probably well-deserved.

However, did General Helag trust the late emperor too much? Since he was a human being, he could not avoid making mistakes. Didn't a certain Emperor Wu in another time and space also cause chaos in the palace in his later years, and everyone in the country was worried about the danger? Why was General Helag so sure that the late Emperor Ursus was not bewitched by treacherous people?

Perhaps, the general, like her adoptive father, could not forget the glorious old dreams of the past.

Speculations are just speculations after all, and it is still unknown whether there are other hidden secrets. White Wolf understands that for now it is better for him to follow General Hellagur's words and treat all the above as mysteries to be solved.

She exhaled quietly: "Alas, the mist of history always makes people feel helpless."

"Young man, why do you look so old-fashioned?" Old man Helag scolded with a smile.

"Doesn't this make you look more mature?" White Wolf replied with a smile. She pointed to the soup pot in front of her, "Is your vegetable soup almost ready?"

"Not bad." Herag took a look at the quality of the food in the pot and said with satisfaction, "It's time to call everyone to come and eat. The spoon is in your hand. You will be responsible for serving everyone the food later."

"okay."

Not long after, people from the clinic arrived at the restaurant one after another. Bai Lang, who was guarding the big pot, had the honor of experiencing the job of a "chef". She served dinner to the people in line one by one with a focused expression.

The people from Rhode Island were relatively quiet. After greeting her, they took their food to the side and ate. However, the group of young nurses from the clinic were different. After seeing her, they chattered happily and kept asking questions.

White Wolf had long been aware of the enthusiasm of these young people and already had experience with this. She answered these guys' questions in an orderly manner. Most of them were about Rhodes Island, and there was nothing she couldn't say.

Until the two brown-eyed Ursus girls came over and asked:

"Does Miss White Wolf have a boyfriend?"

"Of course there is. Miss White Wolf is so pretty."

"Wow, this is so sad. Miss White Wolf, could you introduce her to us?"

The corners of Bai Lang's mouth twitched slightly. She exuded a serious temperament, opened her eyes wide, and said seriously: "No boyfriend."

The two little girls blushed at the white wolf's stare and walked away with their heads down. Not long after they walked away, the two of them gathered together again and whispered to each other, with excited looks on their faces. They would glance at her from time to time, but no one knew what they were talking about.

Seeing that the two girls didn't come over, White Wolf breathed a sigh of relief, ate something on his own, and then asked Miss Fleur to help him find an empty room to stay in. She had been running non-stop all day from Rhodes Island to Longmen and then to Che City, and it was almost time for her to take a break.

The clean but hard bed slightly dispelled her sleepiness. It was far worse than the room on the third floor of her company's office. She thought to herself, and couldn't help but sigh that it was really difficult to go from luxury to frugality. I don't know how Shuangxing and the others are doing. The living conditions in the snowfield are worse than here.

White Wolf turned over in bed, his mind wandering to other places: What if the conditions are bad? The infected people don't have too many demands, all they want is a place where they can live normally. But can't such conditions be met? Why should blood be used to exchange for such low demands?

Not only in Ursus, but also in other parts of Terra, the people of Victoria were in a state of panic during the days without a king, the common people of Casimir were being exploited by both the traditional nobles and the capitalists, and Kazdel had completely become a country of refugees...

Where will Terra's future lie? Will it be Columbia's capital road, Lateran's religious salvation, Sargon's free world, or Yan's legal decree?

Bai Lang fell asleep while daydreaming, and she had an extremely abnormal nightmare.

In her dream, she was a spectator. She was on the tundra and saw houses burning and snow melting in the flames. Alina was lying in a pool of blood, her life or death uncertain.

Tallulah burned all the enemies like crazy, then knelt helplessly in the ruins, crying while holding Alina who was covered in blood. In the dim light, a vague faceless figure walked out of the flames, holding a sword surrounded by black smoke, and walked step by step behind Tallulah.

White Wolf wanted to warn Tallulah to be careful, but he couldn't make a sound or move. He could only watch as the figure gradually stood still and raised his sword without hesitation, stabbing Tallulah in the back. At that moment, she suddenly gained a physical body, rushed forward, and was pierced by the sharp blade as expected...

She gasped violently and woke up in darkness.

Everything that happened just now disappeared. Bai Lang sat there in a daze for a while. Her mind gradually became active during this time. She began to be glad that what she encountered was just a nightmare. It was now three o'clock in the morning in Qie City. The city was still asleep, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She put on her clothes and walked around the room anxiously. Suddenly she sat down again and opened her phone to check the aircraft timetable: the flight from Che to the northern city of Corros would not depart until one o'clock in the afternoon. Since trains were suspended in winter, the only way to get from Corros to Winterfell was to take a slow long-distance bus. It would take a long time to walk from Winterfell to the headquarters of the Integration Movement.

She sat down and stood up several times. In the dark night, even the air was tense. She finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked to the window in the dark, opened it a crack, and let the cold air outside rush into the room, stimulating her brain and calming her down.

Volume 4: Chapter 5 Pseudoscience

The cold air made her much more sober. Not only was she sober, but her rationality also returned. She immediately closed the window, jumped onto the bed, huddled under the quilt, leaving only her head exposed.

So cold, so cold.

It’s so cold in Qie City, what will I do when I get to the snowfield?

In fact, White Wolf had never experienced the winter in the tundra. The last time she went to the north was in early summer, and she left in autumn. From beginning to end, she had been in the period with the most sunshine in the north, so it was naturally not much colder.

But this time is different. According to the current time, she will probably reach the tundra in early February, and the winter there will last until April. She is a Rupert who grew up in the warm south of Colombia. Her physique can only be said to be average, and she doesn't know if she can survive it.

Although it is possible to use Originium skills to keep out the cold, the Rhodes Island infected manual clearly states that this is an abuse of Originium skills. For safety reasons, it is better to rely on your own qualities to adapt.

She lay in bed with her eyes open for a while, then felt bored, so she turned on the light, rolled herself up into a roll with the quilt, and sat up against the head of the bed. There was a dozen newspapers on a small table not far away, and she bent over, stretched her arms over the table, and randomly took a few of them and held them in front of her.

These newspapers are all evening newspapers in Qiecheng, and the time range is roughly the previous week. The front of the newspaper contains recent news, and the back is mainly stories. Most of the stories are anecdotes among aristocrats. The author usually takes a certain aristocrat as the protagonist, describing his or her magnificent life, and then brings out some unknown secret. Finally, at the end of the story, the theme is sublimated to show the noble aspirations of the aristocrats.

When she first read it, Bai Lang found it interesting, but she felt uncomfortable when every newspaper contained articles of this nature. She quickly flipped through a few pages and felt that it was simply the Terra version of Tales of the World, which was really boring, so she turned her attention to the news.

The news in Qie City, or Ursus, is always about the infected. Crimes and illegal activities happen every day, and the cause of each incident can be traced back to a certain infected person. Seeing this kind of thing too much, it is inevitable that people will doubt the nature of Originium disease. It seems that it is not just a physiological disease, but also has a certain relationship with morality and personality.

This inevitably reminded Bailang of the newspapers in Colombia, where the style was like this: A certain infected person worked continuously for fifteen hours in an Originium dust environment and completed a certain task. A certain association would like to award him a certificate of honor. Such news could be seen dozens of times a day in Colombia, and it was broadcast non-stop on the radio, as if all the infected workers in the world were good role models for hard work. After hearing this news, what reason did other workers have not to work hard?

She was reading the newspaper aimlessly, and suddenly turned to a place where huge black words on the page caught her attention:

Farewell! Pseudoscientific white paper!

She was refreshed and continued reading.

Recently, a white-covered pamphlet has been circulating in the north of Ursus. I believe that all readers have heard of it. These pamphlets claim to have found a way to suppress mineral disease and put forward a series of ridiculous theories. The author knows that your eyes must have seen the loopholes in it, but adhering to the principle of science first, we have invited a medical expert from the Che City Infected Hospital to answer relevant questions. This academic leader in the field of mineral disease will use professional knowledge to expose this scam.

What followed was the much-loved question-and-answer session, in which the newspaper faithfully recorded the questions the reporter asked the experts regarding the issues in the booklet, and then marked the experts' responses in bold black font.

White Wolf read this long article from beginning to end and couldn't help but feel amazed. The infected research system that Rhodes Island had painstakingly established was ruthlessly overturned and severely criticized by this "expert". In the last sentence of the expert's quotation, the indignation was almost overflowing from the paper:

"Ore disease is a terminal illness. Even three-year-old children in the Empire know this. I can't imagine that the person who wrote this booklet actually said that this disease can be controlled through certain lifestyle habits. This is absolutely nonsense."

At the end of the article, the editor, after reasonable questioning, deduced that the pamphlet was printed by criminals to harm the world. He also announced a "very pleasing" piece of good news: the government has ordered the pamphlet to be listed as a banned book. Once discovered, it will be destroyed immediately. A great country cannot bear to see its people suffer any harm.

This ending is pretty good, White Wolf commented in his heart, echoing the theme and sublimating the theme. She took out her cell phone and took a photo of this page of newspaper as a souvenir. If she wasn't in Ursus, she would definitely send it to Kal'tsit. When she knew that she was said to be worse than a child, her expression would be very interesting.

As for the problems with the content of the newspaper, she no longer cared about it. She was even too lazy to complain about such a distortion of right and wrong. No matter where it happened, such things always followed the same boring routine.

The timestamp on this newspaper is five days ago. Since the matter of the manual was published in it and even led to the Ursus government to formulate regulations, it means that the propaganda strategy of the Integration Movement is in place and the "Infected Person Manual" has spread to the north.

From another perspective, among the infected people who are facing life-and-death crisis and have nowhere to go, who would worry whether the content of the book is pseudoscience? This newspaper was originally written for ordinary people who are not infected.

As the sky gradually brightened, Azazel's nurses started to get busy early. White Wolf also joined the team. She put on the long-lost white coat and the white gloves Miss Lin gave her, and temporarily took on the role of surgeon and assistant. Her level was actually not bad, and her Originium skills were also suitable for being a surgeon. Unfortunately, the medical team of Rhodes Island was too strong, so she could only be a patient in Rhodes Island and had no chance to wear white coats.

At noon, White Wolf bid farewell to Azazel and boarded a flying vehicle from Che City to Koros.

She had been looking at the ground from the window since the aircraft took off, until she arrived above the site of the natural disaster. She stared down with lingering fear, trying to distinguish any traces, but all she could see was vast snow, and there was nothing special to be seen.

It was obvious that everyone who was on the same aircraft with her that day died in the natural disaster.

She turned back in disappointment, lay back in the recliner and closed her eyes. She didn't know what she was disappointed about. Perhaps it was because she was unwilling to accept that her life had passed away too ordinarily.

She was lucky enough to have met Miss Skadi, she thought secretly.

She was seriously injured at the time and was in a daze. It was not until today that she realized that it was a very long way to walk from the disaster site to Che City. However, Miss Skadi insisted on carrying her to Che City.

The taciturn Skadi is really a weird person. She is obviously kind-hearted, but she always holds her sword and acts as if no one can get close to her.

Volume 4: Chapter 6: Winter in the North

The aircraft landed smoothly in Koros City. When White Wolf walked out of the cabin, he was stunned for a moment by the cold. It seemed as if his body was protesting, unwilling to accept the cruel reality of this northern city.

She could clearly hear the sound of her teeth chattering. The cold air was inhaled into her nasal cavity, irritating her nose and making it sore. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

This is not because she was wronged, and she is not a squeamish person. Tears caused by a sore nose are a normal physiological reaction.

In other words, she was literally freezing to tears.

However, Miss White Wolf was a very proud person, and she was extremely unwilling to do anything shameful in public, so she kept her tears in her eyes and hid in a corner of the square, waiting for them to dry naturally.

During this time, the body's adaptability continued to take effect, the air seemed to have become a little warmer, and she no longer had to worry about her lungs being frozen.