Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

"But Lord Marquis."

The white wolf blinked and smiled cunningly like a fox: "Did I ever say I would accept this identity?"

Volume 4: Chapter 48 Confusion

Caroline had anticipated White Wolf's reaction. He knew that Lillian was not someone who could be easily persuaded. However, he was not an easy person to deal with either, and he had already prepared other plans.

He took a puff of his pipe and said slowly, "It's too late. I have the information and photos sent by your adoptive father, so I have already registered your information in the Order Code, which is a register of all the nobles in the empire. In other words, your noble status has been registered with all the major institutions in the empire."

White Wolf was shocked at first, then he realized that something was wrong. Carolingian deliberately overlooked something!

The details about the nobility are often not known to others, but she happened to read a few special books when she was in Longmen, one of which was the Ursus political theory book compiled by the Victoria Institute, and this book specifically introduced some details of the Ursus aristocratic system.

When an Ursus noble reaches adulthood, he must, accompanied by witnesses, re-register his nobility information with the registrar and choose or inherit a fiefdom according to his noble rank. Before completing this step, the noble file of the person concerned will be sealed, and he will only retain his noble status, but will not enjoy any noble rights.

The photo of Lillian in Caroline's hand was taken many years ago, and it was difficult for people to directly link her to her. In the absence of anyone else pointing her out, she only needed to keep the noble archives sealed and she could be a "noble" who was not a noble.

She said calmly, "My Lord Marquis, I have learned about the aristocratic system of Ursus. You are exaggerating. In fact, this identity cannot restrict me."

Seeing this, Caroline took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Lillian, I just don't want you to make the wrong decision."

“I don’t think it was the wrong decision.”

"No, you are too young and have experienced too little, while we have spent half our lives on the battlefield, which is definitely not a good place. Believe me, Lillian, when you regret it one day in the future, it may be too late."

"How could I not know that? You only noticed that I was young, but you didn't see everything I've been through. Some things are difficult, full of twists and turns and dangers, but someone has to do it."

Caroline said solemnly: "Someone will do it. You are not the only one on the battlefield."

White Wolf retorted without hesitation: "If everyone thinks this way, the suffering of the infected will never end."

"You will face the threat of death at any time."

"I'm mentally prepared."

"Don't forget that your noble identity is destined to be hidden. No matter how much you give, you will never become a hero among the infected."

"My Lord Marquis, I have never thought of becoming a so-called hero."

"Even so, there is no future for the cause of the Integration Movement. You may face the most brutal defeat."

"Even if we fail, the sacrifice can at least light the first candle."

Caroline sighed and looked at the white wolf helplessly: "It seems that I can't convince you."

For a moment, White Wolf saw the shadow of General Hellagur in this old man. Both of them were trying to persuade her to leave the Reunion, and she gave the same response.

In Hellagur's eyes, Carolingian is a mercenary traitor. Apart from this confusing misunderstanding, the two old men, Hellagur and Carolingian, are actually the same kind of people in a sense.

White Wolf lowered his head and said softly: "I know you are thinking about me, but I really can't give up."

Caroline nodded tiredly and disappointedly, and said, "Regarding business matters, let's do as Kal'tsit said. Your batch of supplies has arrived at Winterfell. I have contacted Bodracas and he will send someone to get it. Also, I think collecting food on the snowfield will be a problem. If it is not enough, you can have someone go to the Chamber of Commerce in Winterfell to buy it. I have arranged all these things, so don't worry."

He waved his hand exhaustedly, signaling White Wolf that he could leave.

Bai Lang bowed with guilt and apology, then lowered her head and left the room with light steps. She felt so sorry for this old man who was helping her wholeheartedly.

However, as soon as the white wolf's front foot left, Carolingian sat up again. His tired look disappeared. He lit his pipe again with vigor, a cunning smile in his little eyes.

A young man is a young man. He found the opponent's weakness with just a few words.

Lillian is exactly like her adoptive father, both of them are tough on the outside, but in fact they are very soft-hearted. There is still a lot of time in the future, as long as we grasp this point and make use of it, sooner or later we will be able to pull the other party out of the integration movement.

He exhaled a long puff of smoke, recalled the past again, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "You have saved me so many times, I will do my best to protect your descendants no matter what."

……

Bai Lang walked silently in the corridor. The things she experienced made her fall into deep thought again.

Was Hellagur and Carolingian really wrong in their persuasion?

Was her decision an impulsive one?

Back to my original intention, when I just left Columbia, didn’t I decide not to cause trouble, stay out of trouble, and go to Rhode Island for treatment in an orderly manner?

Since when did I stop being myself?

Helag once said that self-sacrifice is an irresistible passion.

Have I also been intoxicated by it? Even a noble savior like the one in the Lateran religious legend could only sacrifice his Son. Then, is the person who sacrifices himself more noble than the gods at the moment of sacrifice?

sacrifice?

Unparalleled temptation, a scam by fanatics!

No, it's different. There's something different here.

Where is it different?

Lillian, White Wolf, you are an impulsive person, but also a rational person. Now that you have inadvertently thought of all this, have you seen through it? Can you see through it? Under the limitations of human beings, how far can you see?

If there is a spirit in the sky who can see into people's hearts, will he laugh at your foolish and weird ideas?

You are firm in your own ideas and leave no room for persuaders. You are actually afraid, aren't you?

The more fearless, the more fearful;

The more determined you are, the more hesitant you become;

The clearer it is, the more confusing it becomes.

You are a person who is at a loss. What should you do?

"White Wolf!" Miss Dragon Girl, who had been wandering and waiting for a long time at the end of the stairs, shouted in surprise.

She walked quickly to the white wolf, patted her companion's shoulder happily, and asked, "How is the situation? Nothing unexpected happened?"

White Wolf was stunned for a moment, then with a faint smile on his face, he said, "No accidents, everything went smoothly, and the organization has taken another big step towards success."

Volume 4: Chapter 49: Hunting

Hearing White Wolf say that everything went well, Talula breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of the special treatment she and White Wolf had received here, she asked, "Do you have any unusual relationship with this Carolingian Marquis?"

Bai Lang glanced in the direction of the second floor and replied, "I guess so. The Marquis once worked with my father. He is a respectable man."

Tallulah immediately agreed: "Well, then he is also someone I should respect."

White Wolf was amused by Dragon Girl's words and said lightly, "Aren't you waiting in the lounge? Why are you running to the corridor? Aren't you bored standing here?"

I'm waiting here because I'm worried about you, Tallulah thought.

An hour ago, when White Wolf had been with Caroline for less than a quarter of an hour, she suddenly had an inexplicable sense of crisis: Miss White Wolf might leave her.

At that time, she didn't know where that strange sense of crisis came from. She only knew that she could no longer sit peacefully in the lounge.

She left the room and waited anxiously and endlessly in the corridor until now.

Bai Lang's question just happened to touch upon something she was unwilling to reveal, so she covered it up by saying, "I stayed in the room for too long and wanted to come out for some fresh air, and I just happened to run into you."

"You're quite good at keeping time." Bai Lang smiled. She glanced at the wall clock and said, "It's getting late. We can leave before the party is over. Otherwise, it will be hard to leave because of the crowds."

"Have you spoken to the Marquis?"

"Well, we have finished talking about everything. Now it is time to leave."

The two men quietly left the banquet hall, took their weapons from the guards, and went to the nearby street market.

The temperature in Kolos was very low at ten o'clock in the evening, but the streets were still full of lights and people. This was the time for the city to relax. Staggering pedestrians held bottles of vodka in their hands, walked a few steps, and took a sip. A few people accidentally bumped into each other at the corner of the street, and they cursed at each other, and after a few words, they rolled on the ground and wrestled into a ball.

"This is the night market for the common people of Ursus," Tallulah explained. "The people of Ursus are aggressive by nature, and will resort to fists to settle disputes if they disagree. By the way, have you heard of the Night Market Tavern? It's a paradise for the common people."

White Wolf recalled the Ursus customs he had seen in the book. The night market tavern was always singled out because of its overly strong Ursus flavor, and it was said that boxing matches were often held there.

She waved her fist and asked, "You mean the kind with punches?"

"Yes, every night, this kind of tavern will set aside an open space for drunk people to have boxing matches. The onlookers will drink and play rock-paper-scissors. Sometimes, nobles will disguise themselves as ordinary people and go to the night market to vent. They are always drunk first, and then they are beaten black and blue."

White Wolf burst out laughing, covering his mouth and saying, "Being beaten black and blue is called venting?"

Tallulah stared at the White Wolf in a daze. His smile made her heart beat faster. She quickly explained, "Yes, there are people who are happier the harder they are beaten. The next day when they meet acquaintances, they will say that they accidentally fell down."

"That's so strange. Can we go to that kind of tavern and have a look?" White Wolf asked excitedly.

Tallulah shook her head. "No. You don't look fit for that kind of occasion. It would be better if you took off your ferret coat."

"Forget it then." White Wolf touched his coat reluctantly, "It's so cold, I'll freeze to death without it."

"Why do you say that so pathetically?"

"It is what it is, okay? You, a Drake, don't know what winter is."

"Then you understand?"

"Of course, I understand."

Tallulah found Miss White Wolf in front of her more and more attractive. She couldn't help but put her head close to White Wolf's ear and whispered with a smile: "If you are afraid of the cold, I will hold you. You will definitely not be cold."

Bai Lang felt a little cold on her ears, guessing that it was touched by the dragon girl's mouth. Her ears also happened to be cold, so she rubbed them with her hands and said, "No, I have a coat, which you bought for me."

I should have known not to buy this, Tallulah thought resentfully. There must have been something wrong with her brain at that time.

The two took a taxi back to the Dagu Hotel. Bai Lang went upstairs and quickly went into his room. Tallulah looked at the closed door helplessly and went back to rest alone.

……

The next morning, they left Corros and arrived at Winterfell around two in the afternoon. Neither of them planned to stay, and after having lunch, they set off for the northern camp.

This time, they lost their initial good luck. After two hours of trekking on the tundra, the wind suddenly became stronger, and dry and hard snowflakes were blown all over the sky. The ground was covered with white, making it extremely difficult to walk.

In the snow, White Wolf vaguely saw a black shadow standing. She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and the shadow disappeared.

Hallucination?

Maybe it's a dead tree in the snow and dust.

After walking for a while, she saw the black shadow again. It disappeared in the blink of an eye again, but this time the black shadow was heading straight ahead. She should be able to see clearly what it was soon.

She was not sure whether she was seeing things or not, so she became alert. As the distance got closer, she found that the black shadow was actually a broken, dry tree trunk.

She laughed at herself for being so nervous. Seeing that it was getting dark, she said to Tallulah, "Little Tallulah, with this strong wind, we definitely can't go back today. Let's find a place to rest for the night."

Tallulah did not answer.

"Huh? Little Ta?" She looked back and was suddenly shocked. Tallulah was not far from her, but at this moment, her brows were furrowed, her muscles were tense, and she looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

Even when rescuing the infected in the mining battlefield, the other party was not so nervous.

"What's wrong with you?" Bai Lang asked worriedly, and she suddenly thought of the black shadow she had seen before.

"I will protect you." Tallulah's answer was irrelevant. Her pale lips moved slightly and she repeated, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

White Wolf shook his sword and said, "I'm fine, but I'm worried about you."

Tallulah suddenly stepped forward, holding the white wolf behind her with her right hand, holding the black sword in her left hand, and staring at the front: "Come out, Hunter, I know you are here."

As soon as she finished speaking, a huge figure over two meters tall walked out from the wind and snow. It was a humanoid monster, wrapped tightly all over. Black tubular objects extended from his head, neck, mouth to back like a siren's hair, which was chilling.

He stood still in the wind and snow, his hoarse voice piercing through the wind and snow, making the white wolf's ears buzz.

"Tallulah Atrias, I told you that as long as you are in Ursus, you will never be able to escape."

Volume 4: Year-end Summary

I haven't realized it for such a long time, and the word count as of today is 65.

When I first started writing, I never thought I would get this far. I just had an idea in my mind, so I started writing.

At the beginning, I really didn't understand anything, and I just kept writing blindly. As a result, I am even more afraid to read the previous chapters. I always want to find a hole to crawl into and pretend to be an irrelevant person.

Fortunately, everyone is very tolerant and allows new authors to make all kinds of mistakes. I really thank everyone.

This book was written out of interest, so there may be some strange things in it. The reason is that sometimes when writing, I get too excited, but that is when an author is happiest.

It can be described this way: I was so excited that I forgot everything else, and after I finished writing, I felt lost, and then I felt pained that my writing skills were not strong enough to express even a little of what I was thinking.

Suddenly I want to give you some spoilers. According to the current plot concept, the Doctor will be an important character in the book. The specific details may take a long time to come, or it may come soon.

Uh, it feels like I didn’t say anything.

In short, this book has made some adjustments to the plot of Ark according to the author's ideas. The author tried to give a reasonable answer to the plot breaks or the Riddler part in the original work, but this cannot avoid being backstabbed...

But it doesn’t matter anymore. As long as the author can describe the Terra world that he has in mind, he will be satisfied. Being overly demanding may not be a good thing.