Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

White Wolf has been silently paying attention to W. As soon as she mentioned Tracys, her emotions became uncontrollably chaotic. Perhaps, he could seize this opportunity and continue testing her.

She suddenly said, "I heard that the princess is the one who can bring hope to Kazdel, and Tracys framed her with despicable means."

"You are very knowledgeable." The past events once again came to W's mind. He leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes in pain.

Bai Lang could clearly see the pain from W. She guessed it was because of Theresa, but could one person really be so contagious? She just happened to meet a supporter of Theresa. If someone she "randomly met" could be like this, then what would Theresa's core supporters be like?

The state shown by W made her extremely curious about Theresa again.

Curious as she was, she felt bad seeing this originally happy Sarkaz girl so sad. She realized that the fault was entirely hers. She did this kind of hurtful behavior just to test the other party.

Every Kazdel person has suffered too much, and Miss W is certainly no exception.

She stretched out her right hand and gently pressed it on W's shoulder. She wanted to say something comforting, but she felt that all the comfort was pale and powerless, so it was better not to say anything. Finally, she whispered: "I'm sorry, what I said just now made you think of sad things. In fact, I have heard a lot about Theresa. She may be the kind of person that others can't reach... You should also know that everything she did was to hope that you can live a better life. As long as you..."

"That's right, of course I understand." W interrupted Bai Lang, "The princess is a very gentle person. I even promised her that if anything unexpected happened, I would not seek revenge for her."

A cruel smile suddenly appeared on her lips, and she continued, "She didn't want to see hatred spread, but I never listened to her. I spent two years assassinating all of Tracy's men who might have been involved in the assassination, one by one."

She looked at the silver-haired Rupert in front of her, and suddenly a bad expectation with a bit of self-destructiveness arose in her heart. She wanted to appreciate the other party's surprise at first, and then his disappointment. Such an expression was enough to bring her a twisted sense of pleasure.

Just as W thought, Rupert in front of her did show a look of shock, but the expected disappointment did not come. She saw an extremely complex emotion on his face, which was a combination of sadness and helplessness, pity and pain.

W's heart trembled violently.

"If hatred can really be easily eliminated, there won't be so many disputes in this world." Bai Lang said softly. She couldn't comment on W's behavior. Of course, she could stand on the moral high ground and preach shamelessly, telling others that they should let go of the intractable hatred, but is it really that easy to let go of hatred?

She asked herself if she could do it. She was just an ordinary person who would feel sad and angry. She didn't think she had any qualifications to preach to others.

Perhaps anger and conflict are elements engraved in human nature. They manifest themselves in various forms as the times change and can never be escaped or eliminated.

For such people and in such a world, is there really salvation?

When White Wolf stopped thinking, she found W looking at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" W asked cautiously.

"It's okay, I just thought of something else." White Wolf smiled slightly.

W was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "You look like an old acquaintance of mine."

Old acquaintance? Bai Lang remembered that he had heard similar words from other people, but he couldn't remember who said it. It seemed to be Kal'tsit, but it also seemed to be someone else.

"'Deja vu' is probably a very common feeling," said White Wolf. Seeing that W was no longer obsessed with the topic of revenge, she tactfully chose not to mention it.

"It's very common." W replied, looking at the white wolf with a strange look.

Bailang felt that the W in front of him seemed a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

Volume 4: Chapter 25: Double Decapitation Operation

White Wolf brought the topic back to the beginning. She remembered that W was looking for the Patriot, so she asked curiously, "Bozhukas has been away from Kazdel for so long. Can he provide direction for the Sarkaz people?"

"Not sure. According to the legend of Kazdel, he decided to leave because he was tired of the disputes. It is said that more than seventy years ago, he was one of the most important figures in the royal court. In recent years, more and more Kazdel people believe that as long as he comes back, all problems can be solved."

"Do you think so too?"

"No, since the civil war, I no longer have any illusions. This country has made me completely hopeless. That lord may have seen through all this and left. Now I just hope that my mercenary team can survive."

"You are very contradictory. The reason you came to me is to seek a way out for Kazdel from Bozhukasti, right?"

W was silent.

After a while, she said, as if to herself, "Who knows."

A sad smile appeared on her face: "Perhaps, the princess is still influencing me."

White Wolf watched this scene quietly. The faces of Tallulah, Lin Guang, and Kal'tsit flashed through her mind. She had seen too many confused souls.

The world is an eternal puzzle.

She sighed and said, "W, I will tell Bozhuocasti about your idea, and I will also try to arrange a meeting for you two."

W's expression brightened up in an instant, so fast that White Wolf suspected that his sadness was just fake. "Thank you very much. I plan to go with Hedley and the others then."

"Uh, I know Hedley, can you tell me what your relationship is?"

"He was my former boss, but I am leading a separate mercenary team now, and he and Ines are leading the old team."

"understood."

W added: "If you have any trouble, you can tell me and I will help you solve it."

White Wolf asked, "But aren't you strictly controlled by leader Garson?"

"Control? Are you talking about that lackey of Tracys?" W chuckled, but his eyes were extremely cold. "He seems unable to control me. Besides, I think the position of mercenary leader should be given to someone more capable."

Bai Lang looked around vigilantly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure that no one was nearby. She looked at Miss W who was standing in front of her and smiling happily, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

It is undeniable that Miss W's dangerous ideas have played a certain role in promoting certain goals of the integration movement.

She thought for a moment and said in a very cryptic tone: "In fact, some of the ideas of the Integration Movement agree with yours. We hope to achieve a deeper cooperation with the mercenaries, rather than the current situation. Let's keep this in mind for now, okay?"

"In fact, I have already guessed what the Reunion Movement is thinking." W smiled, "I am about to leave, and I will tell you one last secret. That guy Garson is plotting to gain control of the Reunion Movement."

"Ah? No, why should he do that?" White Wolf couldn't understand.

"Think about it, Tallulah is always here alone. Garson is not only powerful, but also has enough helpers. He can ambush and kill Tallulah in the pine forest. The reason why he didn't do it is because the timing is not right. Tallulah is the leader of the Reunion Movement. If something unexpected happens, it will be difficult for him to deal with it. I guess he wants to get the support of Lord Wendigo before taking action."

W really threw a big treasure to her this time. Bai Lang felt that the news was unbelievable, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was reasonable everywhere.

Since the Reunion Movement could come up with a decapitation plan, would Garson, who was instructed by Tracy, not consider it? This move is probably not their specialty. As for the issue of the Patriots, from Garson's point of view, Bozhukasti is a Kazdel after all, so why can't he stand on his side?

If he really has the support of the Patriots, his plan can be said to be flawless. At this stage, Bozhuocasti's prestige in the integration movement is exactly at the same level as Tallulah.

Although White Wolf was shocked by the news, she was not actually that worried. Her intuition told her that Garson would never be able to get past the Patriots.

However, this matter still needs to be notified to Tallulah so that she can be more careful.

"Thank you very much. This news is very important. May I ask about its accuracy?"

"One hundred percent."

"Uh, are you so sure?"

"Of course." W put his index finger to his lips and whispered, "I am one of the assassination members arranged by Garson."

"Well, don't worry. I'm on your side now. It's getting late. I need to go back to the team." W suddenly smiled and took out the black box again. "Are you sure you don't want it? What a pity."

"No, don't." White Wolf shook his head firmly.

"Goodbye then." W turned and left, then walked a few steps back and shouted, "I'll remember you, I'll come find you again."

The white wolf waved quietly and watched W disappear into the cedar forest.

She turned around and continued on her way, thinking as she walked.

Since we know that Garson has the idea of ​​assassination and have reminded Tallulah, and with W as an insider, Tallulah should not be in danger.

According to Ms. W's information, Garson's control over his subordinates is a level lower than she imagined. He tried his best to prevent the mercenaries from contacting the outside world in order to consolidate his control as much as possible.

After the second contact with Hedley and the others, she can use the Patriots' conditions to try to reach a private cooperation agreement with the other party. If the progress goes smoothly, it will be equivalent to deploying another chess piece within the mercenaries. If Garson wants to make large-scale actions again, it may not be so easy.

At the end of the pine forest, White Wolf saw a black four-cornered tent. This should be the place that Tallulah mentioned, and also the mission location of her "servant".

Tallulah has a really weird temper. She lived at the northernmost end of the camp, so she didn't even have electricity. Here she pitched her tent in a remote corner. I don't know how she developed this habit.

She unzipped the tent and walked in. Tallulah's tent was not a small one-person tent, but a little bigger, but not much bigger, estimated to be less than 10 square meters. There was a bed, a table, a stool, and a small pot neatly placed in the tent.

Bai Lang lifted the coarse cloth mattress and took a look. The so-called bed was actually just a few flat thick wooden boards nailed together, with the four sides cut into rectangles and placed on a stone two fingers high. The height reminded her of tatami. It was probably because they couldn't find any suitable stone nearby, so they just picked up two pieces to make do.

The same goes for the tables, stools and beds, all in the bold Kazdel carpentry style. She counted and found that Tallulah had laid seven layers of old newspapers on the table. Only in this way could the table be made smoother.

The conditions for them to be the leaders of the integration movement are really too difficult.

PS: I changed the cover to a stick figure one that the author likes very much.

Volume 4: Chapter 26 Daydreaming

Although the facilities in the tent were ridiculously simple, they were kept very clean and tidy. White Wolf remembered the appearance of Tallulah's room in the base, which was also neat and tidy. It seemed that Miss Longnv could not stand a messy room, and she might even have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

According to White Wolf's standards, there was no need to tidy up this kind of room, but she had to act out the whole act. Since Tallulah had given the order, even if there were no job opportunities, she, as a "servant", had to take the initiative to create opportunities.

She lay down on the bed, rolled over with the quilt in her arms, tossed around a few times, then got up, admired her "masterpiece" with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and began to tidy it up carefully.

Not long after, rustling footsteps were heard outside, and Tallulah pushed open the tent and walked in.

"Why are you back?" Bai Lang turned her head and asked. She was trying to fold the quilt into a tofu block at this time.

Tallulah raised the paper bag in her hand and said, "The mercenaries are going to have lunch soon, so I brought some dry food here in advance. That's strange, I remember tidying up the room, right?"

"But didn't you ask me to tidy it up?"

"That's just an excuse to fool Garson. How could I let you do this for me? You, you won't just believe it, will you?"

Miss White Wolf's hands froze as she folded the 'tofu block'. She could imagine Tallulah's expression of disbelief. She felt embarrassed and annoyed for a moment. She simply put the 'tofu block' back where it was and said angrily, "You remembered it wrong before. The room was not tidied at all. You are a lazy bug."

"Oh oh." Miss Longnv, who had no idea what was going on, didn't dare to say anything back and could only accept this. She said embarrassedly, "You must have forgotten. Then I'll cook for you today as compensation."

"Can you still cook?"

"I am very experienced."

"Then it's up to you."

After the last mashed potato incident, Bai Lang gradually realized her true level, so unless it was a special situation, she would not plan to cook easily. It would not be too late to start when she encountered a personal expertise project such as barbecue or picnic.

After tidying up the room, she sat on the low bed, put her legs together and tucked them in front of her chest, hugged them with her arms, and then put her chin on her knees, watching Miss Dragon Girl cook quietly.

She guessed that the other party had lived with Alina for too long and had learned a lot of core skills. Each step of the other party's operation was unhurried, as if strolling in the garden. This reminded her of how flustered she was when cooking for Alina. There is really no harm without comparison.

As she watched, she began to daydream.

Since Alina and Tallulah are both such good cooks, won’t we be able to eat delicious food every day in the future?

Speaking of which, Tallulah is really amazing. I never thought she could do this before. She is simply a model leader for others.

Her admiration for Miss Dragon continued until a strange smell came out of the pot.

As a Luper, Miss White Wolf's nose is sometimes very sharp, especially when it comes to smelling some strange smells.

Just like now, Miss White Wolf breathed in the subtle smell that gradually spread in the air, and her mentality uncontrollably changed.

In just a moment, Tallulah brought out a plate of green paste and placed it on the table. Then she waved to the white wolf who was sitting on the bed in a daze, asking him to get up and eat.

"I'm not hungry." Miss White Wolf said hesitantly. She was quite afraid of the plate of green food.

However, Tallulah did not understand the resistance of the person in front of her. She leaned over and persuaded him, "Try it. I remember you didn't eat anything this morning."

Perhaps because of the closer distance, Tallulah felt a strange attraction to Miss White Wolf who was hugging her legs. That inexplicable impulse appeared again, and she felt her breathing a little difficult.

But the next moment, as Miss White Wolf stood up reluctantly, Tallulah's attention returned to lunch.

White Wolf picked up the spoon, pointed at the plate and asked, "Do you often cook like this before?"

"Well, uh, not really. I used to heat up dry food before. This is my first time cooking. Come and try it and see how it goes."

After hearing Tallulah's answer, White Wolf already had an idea in his mind, but after all, she had lived with Miss Furong for several months, and her abilities in certain aspects were extraordinary.

She held her breath, scooped a spoonful of food very quickly with a spoon, quickly put it into her mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"How is it? How is it?" Tallulah asked excitedly.

Bai Lang did not answer. She calmly picked up the cup of water and drank three big gulps without caring that the water in the cup was so cold that it got stuck in her teeth. Then she let out a long breath.

"Small tower."

"Yeah." Miss Dragon Girl waited expectantly for her comment.

Looking at the pair of expectant eyes, White Wolf said faintly: "You, you did a good job, don't do it next time."

Tallulah didn't understand what these contradictory words meant. She saw White Wolf put the spoon on the plate and started to look desperate, so she took the spoon away and got a spoonful for herself.

The moment the food touched her taste buds, she understood everything and her face began to burn.

It seemed that this was the first time that Bai Lang saw Miss Longnv blushing, and a blush of shame crept up on her cheeks. Unfortunately, before Bai Lang had time to appreciate her for a while, Miss Longnv returned to normal and said seriously that she must find time to learn this skill and then avenge her previous shame.

Neither of them ate the plate of real black food. Instead, they boiled water, and each ate a hard bread with the hot water, treating it as lunch.

The Terrans have really good teeth, White Wolf rubbed her sore jaw and thought as she chewed. While eating, she told Tallulah the information she had heard from W.

Talulah also knew W, but the two had not had much contact. Her knowledge of W was superficial, she only knew that he was a mercenary captain, and that he had a particularly bad temper and was difficult to understand.