Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

There was a cold wave in Longmen a few days ago, but compared with the current situation in Koros City, that cold wave could be called a warm wind.

Of course, with the physique of the Terrans, it was actually very quick to adapt to such an environment. In addition, everyone had thick clothes, so after about five minutes, everyone could move forward with their luggage while complaining about the temperature.

During this operation, from Che City to Koros, they did not encounter any obstacles. There were no soldiers who violently interrogated the infected, no guards who came forward to search the luggage, and no staff who ordered people around. White Wolf heard Mel and Magellan discussing in a low voice, which probably meant that the description of Ursus in the rumors did not seem to be true.

She lowered her head and looked at the ceremonial sword at her waist, a weapon that symbolized noble status and could be carried in any public place. This made her think of some questions.

The environment can really create a natural barrier between people. Those who are always surrounded by an aristocratic environment may not see how the people are being persecuted. In their eyes, Ursus may be completely different.

There are definitely people of pure nature among the empire's nobles. If they are exposed to a completely distorted world, they will also have a corresponding worldview.

In their eyes, the Integration Movement may be a movement with a changed nature, and a real evil bandit.

Hypocritical, cunning, and selfish noble enemies are not scary, but what if you encounter nobles who are dedicated to the empire and the people and have a true willingness to sacrifice?

Their sacrifice will be tragic, as they die within their own domesticated cognitive framework while posing a great threat to the cause of the Integration Movement.

White Wolf sighed inwardly, realizing that there were still many, many things he needed to do.

As the group walked out of the gate of the floating port, White Wolf casually greeted the staff.

When she was about ten steps away, she suddenly turned her head and saw that the staff who were saluting still had their heads bowed, their bodies like a sculpture in the cold air.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something that was hard to put into words. She knew that from then on, she had a kind of ability. Even if she no longer carried the noble sword, people would still regard her as an Ursus noble.

She remembered that Tallulah had once told her that the other party didn't need any ID to disguise themselves. Now, she naturally realized the reason.

After leaving the floating port, Bai Lang contacted Mr. Mu and asked him about the news of the Marquis. There were many things that needed to be discussed with the Marquis during this trip to Longmen.

The information she received was that the Marquis himself was not in Koros City, but was not far from here and would make time to come over tomorrow morning.

Therefore, Bailang asked Miss Tianhuo and others to rent a car and go back first, while he stayed in the city temporarily to investigate the large-scale purchase of heating equipment and prepare to report his work to the Marquis.

The matter of heating equipment was handled quickly. The merchants did not dare to neglect the nobles who came in person, so there were not so many complicated business calculations.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Bailang left the electrical appliance market with a large bill in her arms. She certainly couldn't afford the money herself, but she was not worried because the Marquis would be here tomorrow anyway.

She realized that this was an interesting thing, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of her mouth.

When Bingshi was operating normally, he was the only decision maker and immediate superior of the company, and the Marquis had no sense of existence at all; but when it came to asking for money, he became the Marquis's little follower, and the other party was the big boss behind the scenes.

That’s too bad, she muttered quietly, her steps becoming more brisk as she walked freely through the streets of the city.

A dead leaf that had not yet fallen was swaying in the wind. When Miss White Wolf passed by, the leaf swirled down and hit her head hard.

The white wolf subconsciously lifted his hair and brushed away the leaves that were overconfident with his fingertips, and his thoughts were brought to another dimension.

Speaking of which, the reason why I found the Marquis was because of Kal'tsit's advice. I wanted to find a collaborator in Ursus. Why did the other party point to the Marquis right away? Was it a coincidence?

No, it may seem like a coincidence, but that is not the case.

The Marquis once provided assistance to Kal'tsit for her actions in Ursus, and the Patriot's words also revealed that the other party was acquainted with Kal'tsit. From this perspective, Kal'tsit is likely to be very clear about the relationship between the Marquis, the Patriot and others.

Therefore, when they knew that he had close ties with the patriots, they took the opportunity of cooperation to ask him to find the Marquis Carolingian.

Hey, why didn't Kal'tsit make it clear to her in advance if she was doing all these things in secret?

Well, depending on the other person's temperament, it's normal not to say anything.

From this perspective, since Kal'tsit is familiar with the Patriot and the Marquis Carolingian, does she also know about her adoptive father?

She probably knew it. She had told her at that time that she learned swordsmanship from her adoptive father, and her adoptive father asked her to deliver a letter to Bodrakas. Kal'tsit must be able to guess something from this information.

Continuing to infer, is it possible that the other party knows that his adoptive father and General Hellagur once studied under the same teacher?

Miss White Wolf's steps became slower and slower until she stopped where she was.

She understood why Kal'tsit asked her to help find Hellagur, and why she also wanted her to represent Rhodes Island and negotiate cooperation with Hellagur.

It was probably a coincidence that she found General Hellagur, but asking her to find Hellagur and discuss cooperation with him was definitely premeditated.

Every step of Kal'tsit has a deep meaning. Why does she indirectly support the Reunion Movement? You should know that the Reunion Movement's Originium Disease Manual was approved and revised by the other party.

Miss White Wolf didn't understand why, on this early winter afternoon, in the biting cold, she suddenly figured out so many things.

She just felt a chill in her heart and realized that she was like a chess piece being manipulated. She always thought that she had done a lot of things and used various methods to cleverly connect the various parties, but in the end, what she thought was all planned by others.

She remembered that Kal'tsit had told her a long time ago, "Don't trust me," but she always subconsciously wanted to trust him. Why was that?

Her eyes were filled with confusion and pain.

Kal'tsit, I can't see through you. You help me and use me, but you don't say anything. Am I a handy tool in your eyes? Will the Reunion Movement also be your tool? What exactly do you want to do? What is your hidden purpose?

She looked up and saw the gray sun in the sky. Thinking of her fate as a chess piece, she felt that the whole world was covered with a layer of unreality.

She opened her eyes wide, bit her lower lip tightly, and felt the fishy and salty taste rushing into her mouth.

The Integration Movement is the hope of the infected in despair, and she will not allow anyone to use it as a tool.

Chapter 2022 Cause and Effect 12-05-12 00:03:

Miss White Wolf has booked a hotel for the night.

At this moment, there was still some time before dark, and although she wanted to stay in the warm room, due to her poor mental state, she decided to take a walk outside.

She walked aimlessly down the street, noticing that passers-by were avoiding her steps in fear.

These people might be wondering, she thought, why would a nobleman come out alone in such weather?

She answered in her heart: I am not a noble, and I don’t know what the purpose of coming out for a walk is.

Unconsciously, White Wolf walked to a tavern and couldn't help but stop to watch. She remembered the first time she and Tallulah came to Koros City.

It was evening, and the weather was not as cold as it is now. Tallulah enthusiastically introduced her to the taverns in Ursus, and she followed her to watch the drunks staggering and singing tuneless Ursus folk songs.

She didn't feel like she had been standing there for very long, but the tavern owner was frightened and ran out, nodding and bowing, asking the nobleman for any advice.

The reminiscent smile on her lips disappeared, and she left in silence, shaking her head.

Once again, I moved forward silently and without purpose.

She suddenly thought of going to the clothing store. Tallulah had bought her a very beautiful and warm white winter outfit, but it was unfortunately destroyed in the battle with the inner guards. She wanted to see if she could buy the same style.

However, she couldn't find the store; she was pretty good at getting lost, and she didn't have Xiaota to lead her.

As she walked, dusk gradually fell. She felt that her originally gloomy mood had improved and she thought it was time for her to go back.

At this moment, she realized that the place she was in was extremely unfamiliar. The world was covered with a layer of dirty dust. Not far away was a low, dilapidated building with a faint light flickering inside. It was the light of an oil lamp. Occasionally, a hunched pedestrian passed by, and his clothes turned black in the twilight, like a giant black rat running through the street.

The word 'slum' came to her mind.

Looking into the distance, she could see a city with lights ahead. As long as she left here and found a taxi, she could reach her hotel.

But she didn't intend to leave in a hurry. She walked slowly and watched silently.

A group of children were playing on the lime-colored ruins. When she approached, they scattered like crows. Only one child, who had his back to her, did not have time to walk away and turned back in confusion.

His hair was disheveled, his cheeks were blue from the cold and thin from malnutrition, and the dirty cotton wool in his torn cotton-padded jacket was trembling in the wind.

The boy looked at her in fear, his thin lips trembling. White Wolf knew what was going on and wanted to throw away his sword and put on the simplest clothes.

She tried to make her expression kind and smiled, which seemed to lower the boy's guard.

The white wolf heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to say hello in a friendly manner, but suddenly he saw the other party bend down, pick up gravel from the ground and throw it at him with force.

She stood there in a daze, watching the stone fly towards her and hit her forehead, bringing a burning pain.

"You took my father away. The nobles are all bad people."

The boy ran away quickly. White Wolf covered her forehead and saw that he had run into the group of children. The children actually didn't go too far away. At this time, they all picked up stones, looked at her with the same hateful eyes, and gradually approached.

She carried a sword, but felt helpless and afraid. The emperor's guards did not make her retreat. She took a step back, and then another step back, in front of the angry child.

The children suddenly ran away in a swarm and disappeared into the cracks of the ruins. She stood there blankly, realizing that she was relieved.

An Ursus patrolman ran over and stood at attention in front of her. White Wolf turned around and saw the surprised look on the young patrolman's face.

"Miss." The patrolman slapped himself as soon as he opened his mouth, "Sir, you are injured."

White Wolf loosened his hand that was stroking his forehead, and seeing the blood staining his fingers, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his forehead: "It's okay, take me away from here."

"Yes, sir." The patrolman saluted again and asked nervously in a low voice, "Sir, they have offended you. Do you need to..."

"What do you want? Hang them according to the imperial law? I'm not going to get angry with a bunch of kids."

The patrolman breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course, everything will be done according to your wishes."

White Wolf glanced at the patrolman, then looked back at the dilapidated slums, thought for a moment, and whispered: "I usually discipline him. I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to pursue it. This may not be the case if I encounter other nobles."

The two walked silently along the old street towards the outside of the slums. The young patrolman wanted to say something several times, but always dared not open his mouth at the last moment. As they were about to leave the slums, the patrolman, who was extremely conflicted inside, could not help but secretly glance at the noble lady beside him.

Perhaps because the other party forgave the offending child, or perhaps because of that face that made his heart beat faster, he felt he had to speak up.

"Sir, you'd better not come to this kind of place in the future."

"Why? Aren't slums part of the city, too?"

"Because..." The patrolman was embarrassed. He was not sure how to start the conversation. "Because of some rumors that were unfavorable to the noble lord..."

White Wolf stopped and stared at the patrolman's eyes seriously: "I order you to speak out. I promise not to blame anyone for what you said."

The patrolman didn't dare to look into those eyes, and answered with his head down: "You may also know that there have been many cases of nobles being severely injured by civilians. Other adults generally don't travel alone now."

"Civilians attack nobles? So many cases? Are you sure?" White Wolf asked in disbelief. She believed that she had done a lot of research on Ursus, and it was impossible for so many cases of nobles being attacked.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure." The patrolman said worriedly, "In the past, I've never heard of such a thing. It has only appeared in the past year or so. It seems that an unknown underground organization is spreading rumors, saying that 'the nobles are the real enemy'. Their methods are very powerful, and they have also announced some truths, saying that many infected people are actually nobles who deliberately harm ordinary people..."

The patrolman suddenly stopped talking, his face turned pale, and he dared not say anything more.

White Wolf knew what the other party wanted to say. That was what happened every day in Ursus. The nobles turned the poor into infected people in order to obtain slave labor without paying any cost.

At that time, she knew the inside story and got confirmation from the Marquis, then wrote to Alina and asked her to spread the truth, just as she had always done in the Integration Movement, she wanted to let the infected and ordinary people know the real cause of the tragedy.

The patrolman left, and White Wolf stood alone in the night, silently looking at the pale and cold moon in the sky, feeling both relieved and sad at the same time.

Chapter 2022 Cold Night 12-06-12 00:02:

That night, when Miss White Wolf was about to go to bed, she suddenly received the bad news that the hotel's central cable was frozen and could only provide basic lighting services but could not provide continuous heating.

The solution offered by the innkeeper was to give a discount or refund the guests so that they could go to other hotels. Most people did not want to go out in the cold night, so they directly chose the discount, and Miss White Wolf was one of them.

She fell asleep comfortably in the residual warmth of the heater.

I don’t know what time it was at night, maybe it was early morning, Miss White Wolf felt cold and woke up several times. Each time she wrapped herself in the quilt while half asleep and then continued to sleep.

The last time, she had a dream.

I dreamed that I was wearing thin clothes and it was snowing heavily outside. The sky and the earth were all white, just like the standard scene of a cold winter in Ursus.

She saw Xiaota warming himself by a fire in the room. The wood was burning and the orange-red flames were dancing, but not a single bit of heat was radiating to her.

"Xiaota, I'm cold," she said.

"Let's warm ourselves by the fire." Tallulah pointed to the fire, added two pieces of firewood, and the flames began to boil.

She still felt cold, with a hint of expectation in her heart, and repeated, "Xiaota, I'm cold."

"Warm yourself by the fire." Tallulah said again, looking at her strangely.

She felt a strong resentment and was so angry that she wanted to stand up and stamp her feet. However, just as she stood up, she was hit on the head by something.

The room was gone, the fire was gone, the little tower was gone, and she found herself lying in the dark room, her head against the cold, hard headboard of the bed.

She should have asked the waiter for more quilts before going to bed last night, she thought. Her ability to withstand cold is still not as good as that of the Ursus people in the north.

No matter how much you regret it, it's definitely too late to get what you want now, and the store clerks are probably sleeping soundly.

She curled up her body even more and hugged tightly the tail that was the only thing that could provide her with warmth. She began to envy some of her fellow tribesmen. She remembered seeing Rupert with a particularly large tail in Rhodes Island. It would definitely be very warm to sleep hugging the tail.

She thought of the dream again and felt that it was unreal. She was obviously the strong-willed Miss Rupert. Even if she was frozen to death, she would not ask others to hold her.

If anyone is to blame, blame Xiaota. Since she and the other party stayed in the tundra for a long time and the conditions in the tundra were poor, she often huddled together for warmth, which led to her having such a dream today.

A question suddenly arose in her mind.

Why is it that when two people hug each other, they still don’t feel cold even though the environment is much worse than this hotel?

This is strange, is it because both parties provided body temperature?

She thought about it, and then thought of a certain fact. It seemed that every time they huddled together for warmth, it was she who was hugged by Xiaota, and she enjoyed the most abundant and comprehensive warmth alone. This seemed unfair to Xiaota.

Eh, that's not right. I almost forgot one thing. Xiaota is not afraid of the cold at all. After all, her racial advantage is there. In other words, she is the only one huddled together for warmth. What is Xiaota doing then?

Miss White Wolf felt her face getting hot. She suddenly felt that thinking about these things was really boring, so she refused to think about it any further.