Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

Bai Lang's heart trembled. He took a deep breath and put the cup back down.

The smile on Serven's face suddenly disappeared, and he stood there in a daze, as if he had encountered something beyond his understanding. After a while, his expression suddenly changed from dazed to gloomy, and he asked as if he was trying hard to suppress something:

"Hilde, why don't you drink?"

White Wolf stared at the other person with his eyes fixed on him, and said coldly: "You know why I don't drink, Serven, do you understand what you are doing?"

The Ursus man's eyes suddenly widened and he stood up quickly, his pale lips trembling: "What does it matter if you know! Hilde, today you must..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably, and then he bent over and let out a strange chuckle from his throat.

Bailang looked at Serven in doubt, secretly thinking about how to deal with this emergency. At this time, Serven suddenly raised his head, and his face was full of tears.

He pleaded in a tone that was extremely humble: "I'm sorry, Hilde, I'm sick. I just want to ask you for one small favor."

“You say.” White Wolf stood up nervously and put his right hand in his pocket.

She suspected that this person was insane. This situation would certainly be beneficial to the plan of the Integration Movement, but it would also bring her a lot of unnecessary trouble. After all, the other party was an earl's heir.

“Huff, huff.” Serven kept his body hunched and his face tilted upwards, his tone revealing an extremely strange seriousness and urgency, “Hilde, huh, Hilde, together, as long as we are together, huff, we can definitely reach the top of the empire, absolutely, hehe, please give it to me, as long as you give me your body…”

White Wolf stood up with a frown on his face. "Serven, I'm warning you. You are verbally insulting a noble. If you stop and apologize now, it may still be too late."

The Ursus was stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the ground, and the stool fell to the side with a clang. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, you are right, you should reject me, I made a big mistake, a big mistake, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I am sick, please forgive me."

White Wolf was about to speak when his expression suddenly tensed and he dodged to the left, avoiding the Ursus man's attack.

Serven stood up with a strange smile: "Hilde, you forced me to do this. I really don't want to go this far. Hehehe, I advise you not to resist. It would be bad if you get hurt."

White Wolf looked at him coldly: "Serven, this is my last warning. For the sake of the Earl, I don't want to attack you."

Serven had a crazy and obscene smile on his face: "My lovely Miss Hilde, are you still dreaming? What can you do to me? Do you think you have a chance to run over and grab that sword? It's useless. You can't escape from my palm. You are mine. You don't understand it now, but soon you will beg to leave me."

The physical strength of the Lupo tribe could not be stronger than that of the Ursus tribe. Serven himself had also practiced martial arts skills. When Hilde put the weapon at the door, he knew that he had eliminated all unexpected factors and was directly invincible.

His body had endured for too long and could not wait to be released. Now, the God-given opportunity was right in front of him. He only needed to grab it and enjoy it...

Serven pounced forward like an uncontrollable beast.

Bai Lang's eyes turned extremely cold in an instant, and her right hand grabbed the glass at some point.

With a pop, the wine glass shattered.

The red liquid symbolizing desire fell from the sky. When it touched a slender white glove, it suddenly solidified and turned into a red ice crystal dagger.

The dagger in the palm of his hand danced brilliantly, following the white elf lightly along the round table, and then stabbed fiercely into the heart of the evildoer from the back.

The boiling blood froze, the desire solidified, and Serven opened his bloodshot eyes wide and tried to turn his head, as if to figure out why Miss Hilde came behind him while dancing.

He couldn't see anymore, his frozen heart froze all his vitality.

Why did we lose like this?

After so much planning, we have come to this point...

why?

The Ursus's body fell to the ground without any sound.

Bai Lang let out a long sigh, reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out his cell phone.

"Did you record the sound just now?"

"Of course, miss, you are now..."

"I'm fine. The Earl's heir, Serven, is dead in his room at the Brende Garden Hotel. You may need to send someone to negotiate with the Earl's Mansion. Will it be troublesome?"

"Miss, you can rest assured. You have provided the most powerful evidence. Just leave the rest to us."

Volume 5: Chapter 85: Chips

After hanging up the phone, Bai Lang waited in the room for the Marquis's action, while thinking about his next response measures.

The operator had just asked her a question, namely, whether she wanted to punish the Earl's Mansion.

Although Serven is the heir to the earldom, he was an ordinary person before inheriting the title. Offending the imperial viscount as an ordinary person will be subject to more severe punishment, so there is no problem for White Wolf to kill him directly according to the legal principles of the empire.

The operator asked this specifically probably because she wanted to know whether Bai Lang wanted to vent her anger. After all, the nature of this matter was extremely bad, and it would be difficult for a normal person to endure it. Moreover, with the help of the Marquis, she could completely sanction the Earl's Mansion in anger.

After careful consideration, White Wolf requested that the news be blocked and pressure be put on the Earl's Mansion to create signs that he might retaliate severely, while at the same time not taking any actions related to revenge.

White Wolf has her own ideas, and fundamentally, she does not intend to retaliate.

Even though the Marquis was more powerful and could easily deal with Count Joseph in countless ways, she still did not want revenge.

She knew very well that one of the abilities the Marquis was most proud of was his network of contacts, and if an earl was dealt with today, no matter what the reason, it would eventually cause subtle damage to the Marquis.

In her opinion, there is a better way to deal with this matter.

Because the matter itself is an excellent bargaining chip. The more the earl thinks that she will be angry and retaliate, the heavier the bargaining chip will be. After meeting the earl, she can use this bargaining chip to exchange for more things.

……

At this moment, a faint ringtone suddenly rang in the room. Bai Lang lowered his head and saw that the mobile phone on the ground lit up. This phone had slipped out of Serven's pocket.

Who is it?

Could it be that the Marquis has already held the Earl's House accountable, and the old Earl has called?

She squatted down, picked up the phone, and saw the words "Emergency Communication from the Institute" marked behind the caller.

It is already past midnight and the integration movement's actions are proceeding as planned. At this time, the research institute called... I'm afraid it's to report an emergency to Serven.

To answer or not to answer?

Serven is the head of the research institute. If he doesn't answer the call, the other party may transfer the call to someone else, such as the old earl or the military.

so…

received!

You can answer the phone and deliberately remain silent to see what happens.

The call was connected, and noisy and chaotic ambient sounds were heard, including the crackling sound of burning flames. The owner of the phone kept running and gasping, and some strange rustling sounds could be heard, as if the phone was constantly rubbing against the fabric.

There was a loud rumbling sound, as if something collapsed. The continuous sound of footsteps suddenly stopped, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by a few coughs.

"You are the leader of the bandits, right? You took all the slaves away. I have already informed the Earl of the news here. Before dawn, you will all be wiped out by the imperial army. I advise you..."

A shrill sword sound was heard, followed by the crackling sound of flames burning blood. There were no howls, only the dull thud of a corpse falling, followed by the bump of a cell phone hitting the ground.

"Such a hassle." The dragon girl's cold voice came.

The white wolf on the other end immediately recognized the voice and subconsciously shouted, "Little Tower."

As soon as she said this, there was a snap and the communication was cut off.

……

Tallulah put away her sword and looked at the smoking communicator in front of her in confusion. She seemed to have heard Miss White Wolf's voice just now.

Impossible, impossible, Tallulah, you must be hallucinating.

Alas, I just left you and I miss you so much. I’m afraid my life will be difficult in the future.

She sighed, turned her head, and just happened to meet Miss W, who was looking resentful.

"Chief, everything is arranged."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"That's fine. I just don't understand why they didn't just do it in one go, but had to look at the blueprints and spend many times more effort to secretly arrange it."

Tallulah said seriously: "W, we need these bombs to explode when they are supposed to explode."

W rolled her eyes: "When is it time to explode?" She saw Tallulah preparing to explain, and waved her hands in fear, "Forget it, forget it, don't tell me, I don't understand your nonsense, whatever you say is what it is."

Tallulah scratched her head embarrassedly, watching W disappear into the darkness. Actually, Miss W really liked to find fault with her at the beginning, so she used the method Miss White Wolf taught her - patiently reasoning with the other party, and as she talked, it became like this.

In fact, she could ask W to blow up the research institute and the mining area tonight. This would be the most convenient and fastest option for the integration movement, and it would also cut off future troubles. However, by doing so, Miss White Wolf would most likely be affected.

The defense force of the institute went to Ice Stone Mining to transport the infected people. Just at this time, the institute was bombed, which inevitably made others suspicious of White Wolf.

Her actions must be based on protecting Miss White Wolf, so blowing up the research institute is not what she needs to do at the moment.

But the opportunity cannot be lost in vain. The blueprints that Miss White Wolf drew with great effort should be of more use. It would be the best choice to let Miss W take the opportunity to leave a considerable amount of Originium bombs based on the blueprints. It would not only allow the organization to have the ability to destroy the research institute at any time, but as long as the timing is right, it would also be equivalent to adding a controllable bargaining chip to the integration movement.

……

In the Brand Garden Hotel, Miss White Wolf, who was depressed due to the communication interruption, soon waited for the assistant sent by the liaison officer.

She briefly explained what happened in the hotel, left the matter to these "professionals", and went back to the hotel to rest.

Although she said she wanted to rest, Miss White Wolf actually didn't sleep the whole night.

She couldn't sleep at all.

When she thought about the integration movement's intensive actions, she fell into a cycle of excitement and anxiety.

Several times, she had the idea of ​​sneaking out of the city to see what was going on, but reason quickly persuaded her not to do so. She was now a sensitive person who had killed the earl's son, and there could not be any flaws in her whereabouts.

Similarly, it is impossible to contact Tallulah using the communicator at this time.

In her anxiety, Miss White Wolf even had a sudden drop in IQ. She actually pricked up her ears with full concentration, trying to hear the movements of the integration movement outside the city. The result was obvious. No matter how good Rupert's ears were, he could not hear the noise more than ten kilometers away.

It was not until the early morning, when it was light, that White Wolf realized that the Integration Movement must have left early, and then he dragged his exhausted body and leaned on the sofa to take a nap.

The nap time is no more than half an hour, because after half an hour, when the sky gets light, she will have very important things to deal with.

Volume 5: Chapter 86 Security Team

At six o'clock in the morning, White Wolf hurriedly got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The image in the mirror looked very tired. After all, it was not just an ordinary late night. Instead, I was highly nervous until the early morning. Anyone would feel overwhelmed.

That's good, she thought.

He would be meeting Count Joseph soon, and he just needed this image of 'suffering a great mental blow and being unable to sleep all night'.

While eating breakfast, Bai Lang picked up a morning newspaper at the door and read it while eating.

She did not see anything about the research institute. The newspaper was promoting the deeds of a patrol hero. The headline was written in eye-catching black bold font: The then director of the Bratz City Infected Patrol had died in the line of duty.

The reporting style is basically like this:

During this anti-bandit operation, the frenzied bandits used civilians to threaten the patrol team. In order to protect the safety of ordinary people, Captain Stoeger stepped forward regardless of his own safety, and was finally brutally killed by the enemy.

Yesterday evening, Director Stoeger's body was transported to the city. His relatives and close friends rushed to the scene and wept bitterly. We especially interviewed the director's father. Now please...

Relevant staff members said that heroes will not be buried, and the burial ceremony of Director Stoeger's body will be held as scheduled soon...

There is news that Director Stog is actually an imperial noble. We can't help but sigh that his heroic feat has its reasons, which also proves that the imperial nobles have always...

Bai Lang took out a napkin to wipe her hands, then folded the newspaper in half and threw it into the trash can. Then, she walked to the window, opened it, and looked across the city, silently at the hills in the distance.

Stog had fulfilled his promise, and the Reunion had fled far away with the infected. Now it was up to her to put an end to this operation.

The cell phone rang, and she breathed a sigh of relief and answered the call.

"Miss, the Marquis has already talked to Count Joseph. There are people waiting downstairs to pick you up. You can go to the Count's Palace with them."

"Well, does the Marquis have anything to tell me?"

"The Marquis said you can do what you want. Of course, if you want, you'd better consider the old earl's face."

"understood."

Bai Lang hung up the phone and went downstairs. Sure enough, she saw a black bulletproof sports car parked on the side of the road. She felt secretly strange.

Logically speaking, since she was holding a sword, there would be no safety issues on this trip. If there were any, she could handle it easily. Why did she have to arrange this level of defense measures?

Ah! By the way, I am a pampered aristocratic lady.

A noble lady who has experienced such "serious" emotional damage seems unable to remain calm.

She let out a helpless sigh and walked straight towards the black sports car.

When the two staff members on standby in the car saw their employer appear, they immediately got off the car and stood in front.

The Vaifan in a specially made blue combat uniform said respectfully, "Good morning, Miss Olicia. We are the security personnel of Black Steel International. We are now following your orders according to the security agreement. I am Razer, and this is my companion Franka."

The person called Franka was a Miss Volper, wearing a gray uniform and a thin metal sword on her waist. She stood aside with a serious face as her companions introduced themselves.

Seeing that both of them have serious personalities, Bai Lang muttered to himself that this is consistent with the serious and professional image that Heigang International has always given people.