Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

White Wolf asked suspiciously, "Really? I don't understand. Don't lie to me."

Tallulah said calmly, "Look, I didn't even teach you, but you already did the basic posture of the men's steps. Do you think I lied to you?"

"It seems so. Okay, I'll listen to you then."

Volume 4: Chapter 45: Maximizing Benefits

Bai Lang soon felt that she understood everything. She secretly thought that maybe it was not that the dance steps were simple, but that her talent was too outstanding.

The trick to this kind of dance was really simple for her. She just needed to lean and swing her body to the rhythm of the music while slowly turning in circles. The only thing that made her feel awkward was that the two dancers were too close to each other. Sometimes, they were almost touching each other. Fortunately, the one she was dancing with was Tallulah. If it was the passerby noble just now, she would definitely not be able to stand it.

She suddenly asked, "Xiaota, what is the name of this dance?"

Tallulah couldn't help laughing again. "You've been dancing for so long and you don't know the name? This is called the waltz. We chose the simpler one."

"I see, the waltz is just like this. Xiaota, do you think it's appropriate for strangers, especially strangers of both sexes, to dance this?"

"I understand what you mean," Tallulah said. "This dance first became popular in Victoria. When it first came to Ursus, no one was used to it. Many people thought that the waltz was immoral and that it involved tangled limbs and was indecent."

White Wolf couldn't help laughing and asked happily, "What happened next?"

"As you can see, this dance has spread. It is now a standard feature of Ursus noble banquets. I think that only Yan Country will not accept this kind of thing."

"Huh, how did you know that?"

Tallulah said without hesitation, "I heard that the people there are very conservative and never dance."

"You don't know this." Bai Lang said proudly, "Yan Country has a kind of ballroom dance called 'Da Ling'. The nobles dance it when they are drinking. You people always have a stereotype about Yan Country."

"Then how did you know?"

"It's in the book of Rhodes Island," White Wolf replied.

Tallulah nodded with a smile and said, "You said before that I look more like Victoria than Ursus. Actually, you, a Colombian, also look like a Yan countryman."

Bai Lang suspected that the Dragon Girl was implying that she was conservative. Just as she was about to question him, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that a waiter was standing at the edge of the hall, looking in her direction.

She looked at the clock on the wall, guessed the waiter's intention, and whispered to Miss Longnv: "Xiaota, I'll go over there, it's almost the agreed time."

The dragon girl quickly grabbed her hand and said, "I'll go with you."

The two of them came to the edge of the hall, and the waiter immediately bowed his head respectfully and said, "The master asked me to take Miss Lillian to the second floor for a meeting."

He looked at Tallulah again and said, "Friends of Miss Lillian can wait for a moment. Someone will lead you to the lounge later."

White Wolf nodded to Tallulah, signaling her not to worry, and then followed the waiter up the stairs to the second floor.

The walls of the corridor were a delicate beige color, with a mural hung every few steps. Bai Lang was not familiar with Terra's art school and could not tell the quality of the paintings. He could only guess from the sense of time that these things should be antiques from dozens or even hundreds of years ago.

The waiter took her to the door of the room in the middle of the second floor, knocked gently on the door, and said respectfully: "Sir, Miss Lillian has been brought here."

A hoarse voice came from the room: "Got it, you go down first."

The waiter lowered his head and retreated. White Wolf pushed open the door and walked in slowly. On the recliner in the middle of the room sat an old Ursus man with his head lowered, looking at something. It couldn't be said that he was an old man. From the back, his hair was a mixture of black and white, and he was probably much younger than her adoptive father.

This should be the protagonist she will face today, Marquis Carolingian.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward and said, "My Lord Marquis, I am Lillian, the White Wolf that Lord Kelsey mentioned."

Caroline spun around in his recliner, and White Wolf finally got his first glimpse of this mysterious man with his complex network of relationships.

This is a person with a very unique temperament. His eyes are very small, and there is a cunning light in the slits of his eyes. He also looks a little cold, which reminds people of a profit-seeking businessman, but it seems that there is something hidden, which is unexpressed.

His face was weathered by the wind and sun, with several deep scars on his right lower jaw, probably left by his experience on the battlefield. These scars made him look mature and dignified. Combined with his graying hair and hoarse accent, he looked like an elder with a lot of experience.

If you don't look at his eyes, this person's words have a unique appeal that can easily convince people.

Caroline showed a relaxed smile on his face at this time. He showed the White Wolf what he had in his hand and said hoarsely: "Welcome, Lillian. I didn't expect you to be so big."

He was holding a photo in his hand. In the photo was a little Lillian, who was only about one meter tall. She had a curious expression, probably trying to figure out what the camera in front of her was.

Bai Lang instantly felt that she was a step down in seniority. She suppressed her awkwardness and asked, "Who is this photo of?"

"About ten years ago, your adoptive father asked me to do something and sent this photo to you." Caroline stroked his beard and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. I'm used to talking about business first."

Obviously you were the one who brought it up first, Bai Lang thought. She looked at the photo in the other person's hand, unsure of her adoptive father's intentions. She nodded on the surface and said, "That's what I was thinking."

Caroline's expression suddenly turned cold, and he spoke word by word: "I think Kal'tsit was not sincere enough in the discussion with me. I paid too much and got too little. It's not worth taking such a risk."

"Then what do you think is a more suitable price?" Bai Lang was shocked and asked calmly.

Caroline lay down on the chair and said casually, "My conditions are not high. Just give me 50% of all the Originium ore you transport. Others can also make money."

White Wolf rolled his eyes. This was not low at all; it was simply robbery. Not to mention Kal'tsit's opinion, she herself could not agree with it.

"The Marquis must be joking." She said with a smile while playing with the silver cutlery on the table.

Caroline was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "That's right, that's right. When people get old, they like to liven up the atmosphere. What I said just now was just a joke. When doing business, how can we let our allies lose money? In fact, not only can I make this happen, but I can also help you make more money."

White Wolf remained unmoved and said calmly, "Please speak."

"I know that other business partners include Longmen's Rat King and Kal'tsit. You rely on them to transport and digest the goods, but why don't you just give both tasks to me?" Caroline said with a smile, stroking his beard.

"Look, I have a wide enough network of contacts, and Originium mines are in short supply. Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to do business directly with me? I will take care of everything else, and you only need to supply the goods. No matter what price Kal'tsit offers, I can offer double the price. How do you think? There is no better deal than this."

White Wolf frowned and thought, is this to let the Reunion Movement abandon Kal'tsit and work alone? But in theory, this can indeed maximize the benefits.

Volume 4: Chapter 46: Nobility

Sometimes, different choices for the same thing may not be right or wrong, just like a paradox. Those who choose morality can say that unjust gains are like clouds; those who choose interests can believe that everyone in the world is driven by profit.

Bai Lang did not deny that she was tempted for a moment. Direct cooperation with Caroline would not only result in higher profits, but the risks of cooperation would also be greatly reduced due to the reduction of processes.

But she was not a pure businessman and could not put aside the agreement with Kal'tsit. Moreover, in her opinion, it would not be worthwhile to let the Reunion Movement lose a potential partner like Rhodes Island.

However, it was not a wise thing to directly reject a Marquis' proposal. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said respectfully, "Mr. Marquis, you are the only noble in Ursus who has achieved great success in business. I heard that your reputation played an important role in your success. I am not talented enough, but I am willing to follow in your footsteps."

It was hard to tell whether Caroline's face showed approval or denial. He just smiled and nodded, but his smile was cold, with a chill flashing in his eyes. "You said it very well, but what if I suddenly change my mind? Your friend must be the leader of the Integration Movement. I don't know why she came here, but if I keep her, won't I get everything without spending a penny?"

"The risk is too great, there is no reason for you to do that." White Wolf said in a firm tone.

Caroline narrowed his eyes. "Sometimes, people suddenly have the urge to do something they can't even anticipate. I heard that Tallulah is a top swordsman. How much strength can she exert without a weapon?"

A gentle smile appeared on the white wolf's cheeks: "If you really think so, you shouldn't let me get close to you."

"Oh? Your adoptive father is a swordsmanship instructor. As far as I know, he could only teach you swordsmanship. Do you think Luper's fighting ability can match that of the Ursus?"

"Believe me, you don't want to try it." Bai Lang smiled and pointed his index finger at the silver spoon on the table. The Originium technique was concentrated on the index finger through the glove. The spoon was immediately melted and deformed like soft tofu. The sandalwood table also turned black, and the room was filled with a strange wood fragrance that was slightly burnt.

Bai Lang hastily retracted his finger and apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, Lord Marquis, this table seems to be very expensive, I definitely can't afford to pay for it, otherwise you can just ignore it and pretend you didn't see it, okay?"

Caroline was indeed fooled by White Wolf's move. He only reacted when he saw the other party's pretentious apology. After sighing in his heart, he suddenly took out the photo of Lillian that he had put away before.

"Let's talk about your business."

Seeing that the other party was changing the subject, Bai Lang felt nervous and wondered if he was being too arrogant. He said anxiously, "Wait a minute, haven't we finished talking about the real business yet?"

"Who said that?" Caroline stroked his mustache and smiled slyly. "Kelsey and I have already agreed on the real matter several months ago. Do I need a young man like you to arrange it?"

"Ah?" White Wolf was stunned for a moment, then sat down discouraged and said weakly, "Oh, I see."

Although he seemed disrespectful to his elders, Carolingian did get a long-lost sense of pleasure from the humiliation of his juniors. However, when he thought about what he was going to say next, he felt uneasy.

He had already tried to probe Lillian many times. He originally thought that by combining the intelligence he had obtained before and the information provided by Bozhukas, he should be able to quickly figure out the temperament of this junior. After all, how could a girl under 20 years old be so difficult to guess?

But the result surprised him and gave him a headache. Lillian just happened to have the qualities he valued most. One was trustworthiness, the other was the ability to solve problems tactfully and to take action when it was time to be tough, and the last was strength. If he were to train such a person, she would definitely be another rising star in Ursus, and she might even surpass her master to the level of Kal'tsit.

It would be a shame if Lillian was allowed to jump into the fire pit of the Reunion.

It's not that he can't understand Bozhukasti's thoughts, and he also understands the various problems that have arisen within the empire. If it weren't for the sake of protecting himself, he would certainly be happy to help the infected and ordinary people at the bottom.

Some things do need people to do them. But after this meeting, Caroline thought that this person should not be Lillian. Even if it was from the perspective of an old friend's entrustment, he would try to pull Lillian out of this quagmire. I believe Bozhukasti would understand his intention.

After Carolingian made up his mind, he did not immediately make any requests, but instead began to talk about his own wartime experiences.

He and Bai Lang's adoptive father were both subordinates of Bozhuocasti, and they could be said to be one civil and one military. He was good at planning and communication, and could fight for better benefits for the team, while Bai Lang's adoptive father was a swordsmanship instructor, and his military level was second only to Bozhuocasti in the army.

The battlefield was full of uncertainties. Carolingian, the weakest, was rescued by his colleagues many times when in danger and was finally safe and sound with only a few scars on his face. However, White Wolf's adoptive father, who led the way by leading the troops, finally met with an accident while rescuing his subordinates and was seriously injured. He had to follow the doctor's advice and leave cold Ursus alone to recuperate in the warm and humid southern Colombia.

Caroline said nostalgically, "He lived in seclusion, and I only received a letter from him ten years ago. He said that he was disheartened in Colombia, but only after you came into his life did he see hope again. If he were still alive, what he would hope most would be that you could live in peace. I didn't know why I received that letter before, but now it seems that he realized his physical condition and was worried that he didn't have much time left, so he made arrangements for you in advance."

Caroline was silent for a moment, as if recalling the past. After a while, he sighed and said, "Lillian, after you finish this, how about you leave the Integration Movement? You have done enough."

White Wolf shook his head: "The suffering of the infected is too great. I cannot compromise on this point."

"But you are not suitable. There is a natural rift between the nobles and the common people. You cannot stay with the people of the Reunion Movement."

White Wolf didn't quite understand what Caroline meant, so he said what he thought in his heart: "Noble? Tallulah, the leader of the Reunification Movement, is a noble. I believe in her. She will take a different path."

"No, she is not." Carolingian shook his head slowly. "Tallulah was stripped of her noble status after she killed Duke Koschei. She is a fugitive and nominally stands on the opposite side of the empire."

He took out a red seal from his bosom and said calmly, "As for you, Lillian, if you really stay in the Reunion Movement, it would mean that the imperial nobles are participating in the rebellion. His Majesty the Emperor would probably pay close attention to it."

Volume 4: Chapter 47: Title

Bai Lang was confused. How could she be related to the imperial nobles? Was old man Carolingian kidding?

Carolingian seemed to have anticipated White Wolf's reaction. He said solemnly, "The Empire has always valued military merit, and those who made achievements on the battlefield were given titles. Your adoptive father had made great military achievements, and he did not participate in Bodracasti's 'rebellion'. He was named Viscount of the Empire based on his merits. When he left Ursus, he gave the relevant documents to me for safekeeping. Ten years ago, he sent me a letter, telling me many things, and attached your photo at the end, asking you to go to Ursus one day to inherit his title."

The White Wolf widened his eyes, digesting the news in disbelief. Caroline continued speaking. He stood up, lit his pipe, and looked out the window at the starry sky.

"According to the imperial law, a noble without an heir can designate someone else to inherit the title in writing. The document will take effect when the noble passes away. So, Lillian, you are now a military noble registered in the empire, and your rank is Viscount."

Shocked, White Wolf stood up, his face as pale as paper, and forced a smile, "No, no, there is no part of me that can be associated with the nobility. This is unnecessary. I am just me."

"Did you really not notice anything?" Carolingian said calmly, "Your adoptive father told me that he trained you according to the standards of aristocrats since you were young. In the banquet hall, all the participants were aristocrats, and there were many guys who were very particular about the aristocratic rank, but you blended in naturally, and no one noticed anything unusual. As far as I know, you came to Koros and used your aristocratic identity as a disguise. Maybe you also went to many other places with your aristocratic identity, and the workers at various supervision stations are all veterans who have seen countless people. Why didn't anyone find out that you were a 'disguised' aristocrat?"

Carolingian exhaled a puff of smoke and concluded his words: "Because you are an imperial noble, there is no need to pretend."

Bai Lang fell down on the sofa, staring blankly at the sandalwood table in front of him, and past memories flooded into his mind like a kaleidoscope.

The foster father’s education was sometimes so harsh that he could punish a child by making him stand for a long time just for a little bad behavior.

She put on Tallulah's noble military dress and looked in the mirror, thinking it fitted her perfectly;

She passed the checkpoint smoothly, and the Ursus soldiers bowed their heads in greeting;

On the train, civilians kept their distance from her, and when she glanced over them, they all lowered their heads;

Miss Platinum told her that when they first met, she thought she was a lone noble;

She was very proud of her 'disguise' experience and thought she had excellent acting skills;

……

It turns out that there are no such coincidences in this world.

When she saw the common people being treated unfairly, she despised the nobles from the bottom of her heart countless times, but she never expected that she would become one of them by chance.

Life is like a drama.

After being shocked and sighing, White Wolf gradually calmed down. She stretched out her arm, revealing the Originium crystal on her forearm, and shook her head: "I am an infected person."

Caroline didn't care at all. He smiled and said leisurely, "I guessed it when I saw you were in the integration movement, but do you really think that Ursus will never allow infected people?"

"What do you mean?" White Wolf asked doubtfully.

Caroline's expression became complicated. He took a puff of his pipe and sighed, "It is the infected civilians who are not recognized. The nobles, especially the military nobles of our generation, all came from the battlefield. What is a battlefield? Originium weapons are flying everywhere. How many people can guarantee that they will not be infected after staying there for ten or twenty years? The nobles have their own set of unspoken rules. As long as they cover it up properly, it doesn't matter. As for those whose illness is too serious to be concealed, they will leave Ursus directly and run away with money. They can go to Longmen, Columbia, Yan Country, where can they not go?"

"Of course, what the nobles really want is to have drugs that can control the disease. Decades ago, the most prestigious old nobles spent a huge amount of money to set up a research institute in Chernobog for this purpose. It was the highest-standard research institute in the entire Terra at that time. But the irony is that when the research showed some progress, the bigwigs behind the scenes couldn't sit still. Everyone wanted to take the research results for themselves, and they hurriedly turned against each other, causing everyone to lose all their money."

White Wolf was not aware of this history, but when she heard about Originium disease medicine and remembered that Kal'tsit had stayed in Ursus before, she couldn't help but ask, "Kal'tsit?"

Caroline looked at Lillian in surprise, thinking to herself, Lillian had insisted on Kal'tsit. Did Kal'tsit tell her such a secret? This was not like her style. Or, did she have some considerations of her own, so she told her these past secrets?

Well, it seems that's the case. Kal'tsit's methods are simply unpredictable to others. There is naturally a reason for her to do this. Since the other party has said it directly, she is closer to Lillian in terms of seniority, so there is no need to keep it a secret for her.

After thinking clearly about the whole thing, Caroline said, "Yes, Kal'tsit is the director of the Che City Research Institute. Her amazing scientific research ability is valued by all the nobles. For those bigwigs in the empire who are hiding their illnesses, the name Kal'tsit is synonymous with hope."

White Wolf asked again: "I heard that she got into trouble in Ursus and was wanted."

"That's right." Caroline smiled meaningfully, "But she continues to use the name Kal'tsit to show up in public. Rhodes Island is docked at the edge of Dragon Gate, only a few hundred kilometers away from Ursus, but it seems that no one in Ursus can recognize her. Don't you think it's strange? Kal'tsit's confidence is not groundless."

Hiss, so, there is actually a group of Ursus nobles standing behind Rhodes Island. If old man Carolingian hadn't said it, she would never have thought of this.

You know, she had always thought that Kal'tsit might be a wanted criminal in Ursus.

Frank from Columbia once said that some of Rhodes Island's inhibitors were sold at high prices to various wealthy businessmen and nobles. Perhaps the order from Ursus was one of them.

Carolingian heaved a sigh of relief, put down his pipe, and said, "Lillian, since Kal'tsit is willing to tell you about the city of Che, she must value you very much. After you regain your noble status, you can become the middleman between Rhodes Island and the imperial nobles. In fact, this banquet is prepared for you. Come with me now and I will officially announce your noble status to everyone."