Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

She felt a strange feeling of despair and excitement. She would endure pain and torture for this person, but the other person would not understand. The other person would never know how much she had done and how much she had given for her. In the future, she would get nothing. Isn't this despair?

In this despair she experienced a joy that transcended life itself.

She heard her own relaxed tone, as if she was agreeing to something trivial: "Leave it to me, what else do you need me to do?"

Miss White Wolf said blankly: "No, no more."

"No, and also, when the meeting is over, you need to establish connections with more scientific research organizations. Isn't this one of the purposes of your meeting? If you're not here, I'll help you do it."

"When the meeting is over, you need to understand Longmen's attitude, and also seize the opportunity to discuss the arrangements for the next meeting with Miss Lin. I will do it for you if you are not here."

"When the meeting is over, the company still has to fulfill the promised volcano contract. I am the host of Xiosta and will take the rest of the company to Xiosta. Don't worry, I will ensure everyone's safety while studying the work, complete the mission, and return safely."

"What else do you need me to do for you?"

"I..." Miss White Wolf looked at Ceylon, unable to speak.

Suddenly, a smile that was either bitter or relaxed appeared on her lips. She shook her head gently, lifted a strand of Miss Liberi's hair, and murmured, "Ceylon, it's gone, it's gone. I can only rely on you now."

The misty tone, telling of the emotion of dependence, will become the most deadly poison at the right time and on the right person.

Ceylon felt her heart trembling, her eyes flickered violently, looking at the hand that Miss White Wolf extended to her, her voice changed and became hoarse: "Do you like my hair?"

"I like it. It's pink, very special and beautiful."

Something that imprisoned her soul was shattered. She could no longer control her emotions and threw herself on Miss White Wolf, hugging her with all her strength.

Her eyes looked down, filled with an urgent desire. She had never wanted to kiss Miss Olivia so desperately as she did now. She bit her dry and uneasy lips tightly.

Her chaotic thoughts kept fighting with each other, and she frantically told herself, you have made up your mind, you have made up your mind, you want to take Miss Olisia as your teacher, you can't mess around, you can't mess around, you can't mess around.

A fishy and salty taste came from her mouth, suddenly stimulating her brain. Ceylon once again thought of something she had been holding on to for a long time. Her reason returned, and she decided to immediately let go of Miss Olisia's hand, because she was her teacher. Although it was painful, she had to keep a normal distance from her.

She didn't let go.

She climbed up slowly like a staggering little animal in the comfortable physical contact, knelt on Miss Olicia's legs, rubbed her head against her ear, and said with a hot breath:

"You are my...teacher. For you, I am willing to do anything, anything."

When she saw Miss White Wolf's red ears, she suddenly got up, sat back in her chair, and giggled while holding her stomach.

"I am teasing you again, haha, but I am really joking. I told you that I would reveal my true nature in front of you, and you..."

Her eyes suddenly became focused again, with despair and obsession: "Will you blame me for this?"

"You... forget it." Miss White Wolf looked at the table quietly and sighed helplessly. She thought that Ceylon was probably tired of playing the role of a young lady every day. Anyway, it would be fine as long as she didn't scare other people.

She was still worried: "Xilan, I have a lot of things to give you this time, just do your best. If you mess up something by accident, it doesn't matter at all, really, don't make yourself too tired. Except for the things that must be completed by you, you can discuss the rest with Tianhuo, and I will also explain the key points to her."

"Yeah, got it. Anything else?"

"I'm done, it might be hard for you."

However, Miss Ceylon had no intention of responding. As soon as she heard White Wolf say "it's over", her attention shifted to other things.

"Miss Olicia, can I touch your tail?"

Chapter 2023 Teaching Mode 01-17-11 57:30:

Ceylon changed the topic so suddenly that Miss White Wolf was unable to react for a moment.

She asked confusedly, "Tail?"

"Well, considering my hard work, I'll just touch you for a moment. If you mind, forget it."

"It's okay, it's okay, the tail is fine, here you go."

Miss White Wolf handed the tail to Ceylon, muttering to herself that it would be fine as long as it wasn't an ear.

Ceylon carefully took the tail, held it in his hand, poked it gently with his fingertips, and said in surprise: "It's furry, warm, and beautiful. It's completely white."

Miss White Wolf suspected that Ceylon was trying to find mixed-colored fur, and couldn't help but remind him: "The tail usually follows the hair. The color of the hair is the same as the tail color."

"Yeah." Miss Ceylon still held the tail and observed carefully.

The white wolf wondered whether he should tell the other party to let go a little, as the tail was not a fragile object.

Just as she was thinking about these things, Ceylon suddenly changed his attitude, stroked it tentatively, and then started the second and third strokes.

Miss White Wolf suddenly felt that there was nothing to remind her. The technique of stroking the tail did not need to be taught at all.

"I envy you Rupert so much," said Ceylon, bending down and putting the tip of his tail against his cheek, "You have such a lovely tail. We Liberians don't have it."

The white wolf scratched Ceylon's ears with the tip of its tail, causing a burst of surprised laughter. She said nonchalantly, "If you were Rupert, you wouldn't think so. It's very, very troublesome to maintain a tail."

"But I just like it. It's fun and it can scratch my face."

It wasn't scratched by him, Miss White Wolf muttered to herself, and she suddenly said, "Miss Black also has a tail."

"Oh, don't mention Sister Hei. What I like is Luper's tail. It's bigger, but not too big. It's just the right size."

"There are quite a few Luper people in the Longmen gang. You should be very happy then."

Why don't you understand, Ceylon thought, how can they be the same? You know, there are differences between tails.

"Ms. Olicia, I didn't dare to touch your tail before because I was wondering if there was any taboo, such as the kind that only lovers can touch."

"No, in the most widespread Lupo customs, the tail is used to convey intimacy. This relationship includes all types, friends, family, elders, and lovers. You can think of tail interaction as a hug. As long as the relationship is good, hugging is normal."

"Of course, I'm talking about the general situation. The cultures of different regions vary greatly. In Syracuse, tails and the ornaments on them may be given symbols of power, family rank, and other elements. They are the kind that cannot be easily touched. But in the Minoan region, it's different. Tails are linked to a hidden power phenomenon. We can call it micro-power..."

“What are micro rights?”

"It is directly related to cultural discipline... Let me give you an example. You are taking a class at a national university. The teacher is at the podium and you are below the podium. The teacher can ask you to answer questions at any time and can determine your performance score and your GPA. At this time, there is an inequality between the two of you. The teacher is the controller of power and can decide you as an individual to a certain extent. However, due to the influence of social discipline, you are not aware of this inequality and think it should be this way. This is micro-power."

“I think I understand it a little bit, but it feels like it’s really necessary. Should we support micro rights?”

Miss White Wolf smiled knowingly and couldn't help but touch Ceylon's head. The latter happily held the teacher's hand in her arms. She now not only had a warm tail, but also a beautiful right hand.

"Let me tell you another example." Miss Bailang continued, "In Yan Country, students have a fixed academic path. As long as their level meets the standard, they can be promoted from the lower-level Xiangxu Academy (school institution) to the top-level Imperial College step by step. During this process, there is one thing that always accompanies them."

"This thing is called a Minglu, and its function is to record all the performance of a Yan countryman in the Academy, such as whether he has been punished, whether he has any special bad deeds, etc. The Minglu is kept by the subordinates of the Ministry of Rites and will accompany every Yan countryman throughout his life. As long as a person has made a mistake, it will be recorded in the book. No matter how he repents later, this shame cannot be erased. It will affect all future developments of this person in Yan country. The six ministries will close their doors to him, and the Shangfu School will be picky about him. Even ordinary people will doubt his personal character. He can only choose to leave Yan country or live in the streets and alleys of the city where good and bad people mix together."

"See? Micro-power can control a person, and it also has an omnipresent surveillance function, but the example of Yan Country is still simple. If one day, network technology can break through the constraints of natural disaster dust and interconnect on a wide scale, this surveillance function will expand exponentially, to a degree that is enough to eliminate human freedom. By then, you may need to think carefully before saying a word. Do you really dare to say this?"

Miss Ceylon had forgotten about stroking her tail and was standing there thinking. The White Wolf secretly tried to pull her hand back, but she ended up waking him up instead, and her hand was controlled again.

"You mean, micro-rights are everywhere and they will become a constraint on human beings? Well, I don't know how to look at it."

"For humans, proper restraint is indispensable. Since discipline exists, it has its roots and meaning. Even the Yan Nation's inscription system, although it seems inhumane and has many loopholes, can still play a great role in selecting talents. People can't think of other cheap and convenient systems to replace it."

"My idea is that we should be aware of the existence of micro rights and accept them to some extent. What we really need to worry about is the possibility that they will become extreme in the future. At that time, they will no longer be a stabilizer of society, but will evolve into..."

Miss White Wolf unconsciously switched to 'teaching' mode.

This is not to say that she has any hobby of being a teacher. She has always liked to think independently. The problem should be with Ceylon.

This girl is a good student recognized by all teachers in school. In other words, Miss Ceylon is very good at being a student.

When she is listening to a lecture, she will always think and skillfully use eye contact. Coupled with her strong language organization, induction, and information feedback abilities, she can easily make the teacher feel a sense of accomplishment, as if their efforts are not in vain, and willing to continue lecturing.

Victoria National University is one of the top universities in Terra, and Ceylon is an outstanding graduate selected by the National University, which in itself means a very high personal standard.

Chapter 2023 Awakening 01-18-12 00:02:

The chat with Ceylon lasted until very late.

For some reason, this girl from Liberi didn't feel sleepy at all and kept on talking. Someone who was paying attention might wonder if she was deliberately sticking to the White Wolf because of this.

Fortunately, Miss White Wolf accidentally looked at the time and found that it was already past midnight, so she quickly asked Ceylan to go back to sleep, and then she went back to her room to rest.

The next day, Miss White Wolf informed the members of the institute that she would be absent from the academic conference, saying that she would pass the heavy responsibility to everyone. With Ceylon's cooperation and guidance, everyone's emotions quickly stabilized, and they seemed to have the intention to perform better in the absence of Miss Olisia.

Afterwards, Bai Lang worked overtime for another day. He first discussed with the members of the institute about the changes in meeting affairs after his departure, and then made arrangements for the company's daily affairs for the next period of time.

On the morning of the third day, the research institute drove to Koros City.

After seeing Ceylon and the others off at the floating port, Miss White Wolf went to the noble mansion on the outskirts of the city alone. She would stay with the Marquis for the next few days, catching up on information about the Commercial Federation and Shelagh, while waiting for her schedule to be arranged.

There were more than a dozen vacant guest rooms in the aristocratic mansion rented by the Marquis. White Wolf chose a room on the far left side of the corridor with windows facing the sun.

This room was very different from any other place she had lived in before. It was of standard classical Victorian style, and every table and stool was full of antique flavor.

The room as a whole did not show any modern elements. There was not even a TV, which was standard in hotels. Fortunately, Miss White Wolf was not here for fun, so a large bookcase and a sandalwood table were enough for her to work.

The first thing she did when she came into the room was to fiddle with the quill, ink bottle, and parchment on the table.

Then, she found that the feather pen was extremely difficult to use, and parchment was not as good as A4 printing paper. She muttered in her heart that the nobles always liked to do these face-saving projects with little practicality.

She asked Mr. Mu to get her a few pens and some cheap, easy-to-use notebooks, and started reviewing the documents on the spot.

That night, Bai Lang learned a piece of news that was neither good nor bad. The Marquis had already found a private aircraft for her, which was currently docked at the floating port in Koros City. She could even go over to take a look at it at any time.

However, now they only have the aircraft, and a suitable pilot has not been found yet. She learned from the Marquis that it is extremely difficult to find a pilot.

Because the Kjerag region is an unfamiliar airspace to the outside world, and it is midwinter with heavy snow and a harsh environment, the comprehensive ability requirements for the pilot are much higher than usual.

In other words, this is not something that can be done quickly just by spending money. Although the Marquis has his own channels and can ensure that he finds the right candidate, it will definitely not happen quickly.

Although he was anxious, White Wolf knew that all he could do now was to wait patiently, which would be an extremely boring process.

However, on the second day after arriving at the noble mansion, something suddenly happened that she could never have imagined.

In the afternoon, after taking a nap, Miss White Wolf continued to check the information of the Commercial Federation in the room. She quickly finished reading the information at hand and planned to go to the Marquis to exchange for a new batch.

While thinking about the information she had just read, she walked through the corridor, stepped onto the red-carpeted main hall passage, then turned right and walked towards the Marquis's meeting room.

The Marquis's conference room had good sound insulation, and it was usually difficult to hear the sounds inside. However, Miss White Wolf had always had a keen sense of hearing, and when she was ten steps away from the conference room, she vaguely heard a familiar voice.

She stopped and her ears twitched slightly as she looked carefully.

Then, her eyes suddenly widened and she looked towards the meeting room in disbelief.

She couldn't have heard wrong.

Although the voice was very vague and it was impossible to make out what was being said, that voice, that voice, definitely, definitely belonged to Tallulah.

She subconsciously had a thought: Did Xiaota come to see her?

The next moment, she realized it was impossible.

Xiaota definitely didn't come here for her. The other party's contact has always been the Marquis. The reason he appeared here was definitely because he needed the Marquis' help with something.

This was a normal contact between Tallulah and the Marquis, but she just happened to see him. Little Taco would never contact her on his own initiative, nor would he tell her the details of the Integration Movement.

She really wanted to push the door open and go in to see the person who was talking to see how he was doing.

But she felt something was not right. Tallulah and the Marquis must be discussing something important, something related to the Reunion Movement. She knew very little about the Reunion Movement and could not offer any useful suggestions. If she went in, she would just cause trouble.

The matter of the Reunion Movement... making trouble?

She suddenly froze in place, a sour feeling rising from the bottom of her heart and spreading all around.

Wasn't she one of the earliest members of the Reunion?

Didn’t Xiaota say that it was her ideas that made her organize the Integration Movement?

Wasn't it her who participated in and personally handled everything and every aspect of the early Reunion Movement?

Why are these things getting further and further away from her?

She knew that they were discussing the Integration Movement in the room, but she also knew that she would be causing trouble if she went in.

What is scary is not leaving, but knowing in your heart that you have really left.

Perhaps it only takes an opportunity for a person to wake up.

She knew that Xiaota had deceived her.

Xiaota said that he wanted her to leave the organization temporarily to help solve the material problem, but what the other party did was to make her leave the integration movement completely.

She took a step back, then another step back, and looked back dejectedly.

The Integration Movement, into which she had invested countless efforts in the past and would continue to invest countless efforts in the future, would it still recognize her?

In a trance, she saw snow flying all over the sky and members of the Integration Movement walking out of the snow.

"who is she?"

"do not know."

"She is a noble."

"She is the executioner of the infected and civilians."