Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

White Wolf felt extremely guilty about the Regicide's enthusiastic cooperation. The other party was helping her with good intentions, but she was always thinking about finding the Patriot and then ruining the integration movement's cooperation plan. Fierce ideological struggles were going on every day.

Putting aside White Wolf's mood for now, according to their plan, after arriving in Chernobyl and Penguin Logistics completing their mission and returning, White Wolf and the Kingslayer will go north together, one to join his own organization and the other to look for the Patriot's trace.

The road ahead is rugged and winding, with countless mountains and plains. Every time we see similar mountains in front of us, we feel like we are standing still and time seems to have lost its trace.

They walked and stopped, and before they knew it, half a month had passed. One morning, they finally saw the moving city-state of Chernobyl at the end of the horizon.

"We're finally here!" Croissant sighed with a sad face. The journey was not peaceful. They encountered three groups of robbers who specialized in robbing passers-by and were questioned by the search team twice. Although they managed to force their way through in the end with the team's superb armed force, it was not a pleasant experience after all.

The gate of Chernobyl is the last checkpoint. In front of the iron-gray gate, a bustling flow of people moves slowly. Two rows of guards strictly guard the gate. Those with passes can enter directly, while those without passes must undergo infection testing and then register to enter.

On the left is a specially set up testing table. Two doctors are holding syringes, drawing blood from the arms of the test subjects lined up, and then dropping the blood onto test paper to observe the phenomenon.

White Wolf had seen this type of detection method in Rhode Island's popular science textbooks. It was similar to the use of pH test paper and relied on the color of the complex to distinguish the infection status. It was old-fashioned and had poor results.

Not only that, she also noticed that all the people being tested used the same syringe. After the doctor finished testing one person, he quickly drew a tube of saline and squeezed it into the sewage bucket, which was considered clean, and then started to test the next one.

Once the injection is given, non-infected people are very likely to become infected due to poor hygiene conditions.

This kind of detection method has long been abandoned by all the countries in Terra, and now only Ursus and some small countries stubbornly refuse to give it up. Small countries may have to do so because of their backward economy, and Ursus is because the nobles don't want to waste money on unnecessary things.

The SUV drove towards the city gate and several fully armed guards immediately surrounded it.

"Register your identity information and undergo infection testing."

"Longmen, Penguin Logistics, this is the purchase certificate issued by Marquis Boris." Texas took out a piece of white letter paper and handed it to the guard.

The guard took the letter, took a look at it, and handed it to the team leader sitting at the back for identification.

When the team leader saw the Marquis' signature on it, he stood up in shock. He returned the letter with both hands with a flattering look on his face, turned around and shouted:

"This is the Marquis's personal certificate. Please make way for the gentlemen!"

“But doesn’t it mean that everyone needs to be tested?” the military doctor holding the syringe asked doubtfully.

"Use your brain!" the guard leader shouted, "How could the person the Marquis wants to see be an infected person?"

He then bowed and smiled apologetically at Bai Lang and the others: "My young men are ignorant and offended you. Please don't take it to heart. As for the Marquis..."

"Got it. Well done. We will put in a few good words for you to the Marquis." Bai Lang saw through what this guy was thinking. She didn't want to waste time with this flattering person, so she responded with a fake response.

"Thank you very much. If you have any questions in the city, you can contact me directly. I promise to be there at your beck and call."

"I know. You go ahead and do your work."

Volume 2: Chapter 19: Reminiscence

Marquis Boris's residence was easy to find. The largest and most magnificent building in the city center was the destination. On the way, they learned that the marquis was not only a director of the multinational company Boris Group, but also the mayor of Chernobyl. He was extremely powerful.

No wonder the guards started to act fawningly when they saw Boris' signature.

They parked the car near the Marquis's Mansion. Since White Wolf and King Slayer were infected, in order to avoid trouble, the two of them stayed in the car with Croissant, while Texas and Archangel Exiah took care of the handover procedures.

Croissant held his chin up and looked at the magnificent mansion in front of him, and sighed sourly: "Alas, every time I run a logistics mission in Rhodes Island, I meet a lot of rich and powerful people."

"Yes." White Wolf recalled the Hyde Brothers Company that purchased from Rhodes Island when he was in Columbia. It was also a large organization backed by Rhine Life.

She analyzed: "Rhodes Island's production capacity for mineral disease inhibitors is too low, and most of it is consumed internally, with very little being exported. Therefore, only large companies like this have the financial resources to negotiate cooperation with Rhodes Island."

"Does that mean that ordinary infected people have no hope of using inhibitors?" The King Slayer suddenly interrupted.

"We can't help it. This is the current situation. We can only hope that Rhodes Island's technology will make another breakthrough. By the way, King Slayer, how is your infection? I happen to have some inhibitors here."

When leaving Rhodes Island, White Wolf followed Kal'tsit's advice and took three Type II inhibitors to carry with her, but her infection was not serious, so she never used them.

If someone had leaked this kind of information in the past, the King Slayer would never have let go of the opportunity, but it would be a different story if the person was White Wolf.

Just because of the owner of the reagent, she did not have any greedy thoughts about this precious item. Instead, she felt light-hearted. Bai Lang trusted her, and she had to live up to this trust!

"My infection level doesn't require this kind of thing for now, but if possible, I would like to prepare one for the leader. Her oripathy may be very serious." The King Slayer said seriously.

This idea has become a consensus among the members of the Reunion Movement. Anyone who has seen Talulah's Originium skills will subconsciously think that the leader is a severely infected person. Under normal circumstances, only severely infected people can consume their lives and use the strongest Originium skills.

White Wolf thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement. This was a good idea. He could use the Kingslayer to give a gift to Tallulah, whom he had never met, as compensation for destroying her cooperation with the Patriots. Now, neither side owed anything to the other.

She suddenly remembered a sentence: "Any gift from fate has a hidden price."

As for whether the debt can be collected successfully and the goal can be achieved, it all depends on the relationship between the adoptive father and the patriot. According to her personal experience, since her adoptive father was still thinking about her until his death, the two must have a close relationship.

On the other hand, it was precisely because of the friendship between the two old men that White Wolf decided to get the Patriots out of the pit of the Integration Movement at all costs.

She took out three reagents from her inner pocket. White Wolf pulled one of them off and handed it to the King Slayer: "Yes, this is it."

The moment the reagent was taken out, Croissant and King Slayer both held their breath, one because he saw the hope of the legendary infected, and the other probably because he saw a valuable and rare item.

The King Slayer took the reagent with both hands and felt the residual warmth of the White Wolf on it. She rubbed it curiously for a while, then put the reagent into her small pocket and zipped it up.

"Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." White Wolf waved his hand casually.

"How much can this one sell for?" Croissant leaned over, his eyes full of excitement.

"More than 100,000 Longmen coins. If it's on the black market, it might be even higher." Bai Lang estimated, touching his chin.

The plump-hoofed girl was visibly stunned for a moment, then she said excitedly, "I've decided! I'm going to find a way to become a sales agent for Rhodes Island when I return."

White Wolf was not sure about this daydreaming behavior. She looked out the car window and saw that Exia and Texas had completed the handover and walked out of the Marquis's mansion.

From a distance, you can see Archangel making a V-sign of victory, announcing the successful completion of the mission.

It turned out that Marquis Boris attached great importance to Rhodes Island's reagents, and the entire handover process went smoothly. This result was of course the best, but it also meant that the two groups had to separate.

The Penguin Logistics Team directly chartered a civilian airship and planned to airlift the car to Longmen. The route here was a planning error and no one wanted to experience it again.

White Wolf also hoped to reach the north by air, but the detection of infected people became their biggest obstacle. After the people from Penguin Logistics left, the two of them hit a wall for the entire afternoon. Seeing that the plan was hopeless, they decided to get up early the next day and travel by land.

In the tavern in the evening, White Wolf and King Slayer, who had been busy all day, ordered a few side dishes, sat down opposite each other, and enjoyed their dinner leisurely.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?" the waiter asked enthusiastically, holding a gray glass kettle.

"Thank you, I don't need it." White Wolf looked at the King Slayer, "Would you like some?"

"A small cup will do."

"Then I'll have a small cup too." White Wolf spoke again.

"Okay, enjoy your meal, sir." The waiter bent down, poured two full glasses, and then was called away by guests from other tables.

"Where's the small cup you promised me?" Bai Lang complained in a low voice after the waiter left.

She placed the cup in front of her, put her mouth close to it, and took a sip. Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt the burning fire suddenly burning into her throat, burning it.

The Regicide was obviously more experienced in dealing with this kind of alcoholic beverage, and she managed to remain calm. She ate a little food, took a sip of wine, and looked relaxed and content. This was the calm attitude that only people who had lived in Ursus could have.

After taking a few more sips of wine, the King Slayer saw the White Wolf opposite him smiling for no apparent reason.

"what happened?"

"I thought about the past." White Wolf picked up the cup and took a sip. "At that time, I was in Colombia and met a very special person."

"At that time, we went to a shop owned by Ursus, where I drank Ursus's 'special drink' for the first time. I didn't know anything at the time, and I even made a little joke."

"Now that I think about it, it's been more than half a year. I don't know how she is doing now."

Looking at the clear liquid in the cup, White Wolf couldn't help but recall his experiences along the way.

If she hadn't met Yatli, she didn't know how long it would take to connect with the Terra world. Her Originium skills were discovered by him, and later she escaped from danger several times with the help of Dragon Flame. Even her mobile phone was funded by Yatli, but unfortunately she didn't leave his contact information in the end.

If I could see her again, I really don’t know how to thank her.

Volume 2: Chapter 20: A Newspaper Page

After dinner, White Wolf and King Slayer rested in the nearest inn. The next day, they got up early and planned to try their luck to find a taxi willing to travel long distances.

As the red sun rises, Chernobyl in the morning is no different from other cities. People get up in twos and threes, have breakfast, and work, showing signs of prosperity.

"Breaking news, breaking news. The remnants of the traitorous organization in the north have been wiped out! Ladies and gentlemen, please have a look at the newspaper."

There was a newsboy on the roadside holding a thick stack of newspapers and shouting constantly. The Regicide walked over, bought one, and read it while walking.

During this process, Bai Lang noticed that the other party's face was becoming increasingly gloomy, probably because he had heard some unfavorable news.

After the Kingslayer finished reading, White Wolf took the newspaper and saw the first thing he saw on the front page was a message in big red letters: "Another victory for Ursus!", followed by the content of the article:

In early April, the northern border was covered with dark clouds. The elite warriors of Ursus set out at lightning speed. Under the wise command of Marquis Uskan, they successfully encircled and annihilated the traitor organization "Integration Movement", and the remaining evildoers fled in panic.

Marquis Uskan said that the traitors were brutal and cruel, and were outright bandits. In order to prevent the people from being killed, the Marquis sold his family property and spent all his savings to organize a special task force to suppress the bandits.

In addition, special project donation agencies set up across the country have also provided great help to this cause.

Yesterday, the good news came that after a month of unremitting efforts by Marquis Uskan, the leader of the integration movement, Tatar, had been killed, and the remaining evildoers had been basically eliminated. But at this time of celebration, Marquis Uskan made another thought-provoking and important instruction: the elimination has not yet been successful, the bandits still exist, and people's lives are still at risk. We must be ready to fight at any time, charge ahead at all times, and keep the danger away from the people!

Marquis Uskan will continue to go to the front line in person, take risks, and command the battle!

What a feat! How noble is the status of the Marquis of Uskan! If you are an Ursus, don't hesitate, please lend a hand immediately. Every penny you contribute will become weapons and food for the frontline soldiers. Although you are not on the battlefield in person, you can also enjoy the glory!

The back of the newspaper used a full-page panel to describe the donation in detail, such as the donation location, how to register, etc. The rest of the space was filled with the great achievements of Marquis Uskan, describing in detail how he had foresight and strategic planning in his command, and also included actual combat cases of defeating the enemy with fewer troops.

White Wolf put away the newspaper and saw that the King Slayer was still worried, so he spoke to comfort him:

"That Tatar is not your leader. This must be a fabricated news from the Ursus officials."

"I know that, but they mentioned the 'suppression of banditry' thing and made such a big scene. I'm a little worried..."

So that's how it is. White Wolf chuckled in her heart. It seemed that the King Slayer was too concerned and was fooled by the words in the newspaper. She kindly reminded him:

"Don't worry, don't worry. The information on this is obviously a lie. Besides, it proves that your organization is safe."

"Huh? Why?"

White Wolf looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then he spoke again: "Think about it, if you were the Marquis of Uskan, what would be the purpose of doing this?"

"Reputation?" the Regicide guessed.

"That's right, but money is also an important factor. Judging from the news in the newspaper, the Marquis probably cares more about money. This anti-bandit operation is actually a consensual scam. The Marquis needs money, and the people under high pressure need a sense of participation. This kind of concerted action will give ordinary people a great illusion of power, and it can also be regarded as a way to vent."

"Both sides get what they need and jointly perform this good play with everyone working together. Of course, how can such a play end quickly? Before getting tired, each side hopes that it will continue. But drama is drama, it needs to add climaxes in the right places to avoid being boring. Look, isn't the news in the newspaper such a climax? And the special reminder that 'the remnants have not been cleared up' is the foreshadowing of the next chapter. It is estimated that we will see new progress in about a month."

The Kingslayer didn't quite understand what the White Wolf said at first, she just felt it was impressive, but after thinking about it carefully she felt it was true. She stared at the White Wolf with shining eyes, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Bai Lang didn't think so much beforehand, she just sorted out her thoughts and naturally came up with some ideas. She continued to deduce:

"King Slayer, you have also sensed that the Ursus officials have not paid much attention to this operation. We entered Chernobog easily, and we did not see any special personnel conducting inspections. All we encountered on the way here were ordinary search teams. The so-called Ursus elite did not appear at all."

This is the difference between acting and reality. When fighting in a play, the actors do not have to go to the battlefield for real. They follow the principle of 'three or five people can defeat a mighty army, seven or eight steps can cover the four seas and nine provinces'. This Marquis doesn't even know where he is on vacation now!

The Kingslayer was convinced by what she heard. She suddenly had a bold idea. If she kidnapped Miss White Wolf, no, she took her to the Integration Movement. With her knowledge, she might be able to help the leader a lot.

But the next moment she gave up the idea. The organization was hit, and the specific situation was still unknown. If it was really in turmoil, wouldn't it hurt the other party? Moreover, there was another important situation. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the regicide always felt that every time the name of the integration movement was mentioned, the other party would have a vague sense of alienation, as if they were unwilling to be associated with their own organization.

Of course, regardless of these circumstances, Lyudmila would still be very happy to have a good relationship with the White Wolf.

Volume 2: Chapter 21: Underground Clinic

Hard work pays off. Although they did not find a long-distance taxi, they unexpectedly found a small truck driver going north. Although they were not going the same way, he could give them a ride.

According to the driver, she would set off in the afternoon to transport a batch of books to the public library in Stov City, northeast of Che City, and Bailang and the others could get off at the old station halfway.

There was still a long time before the afternoon trip, so White Wolf planned to buy some things as a thank you gift to the film driver. She and the King Slayer began to stroll around the streets of Chernobyl.

White Wolf's infection was less severe, and the Originium crystals were on her legs, hidden by her clothes, so she didn't need to disguise herself when walking on the street. The King Slayer's situation was similar to hers, although her infection was more serious, but as long as she dressed conservatively, there would be no problem.

They walked around for a while and passed a busy intersection. They saw a hospital at the end of the long street. From afar, they could see large dark red words on the white wall - "Che City Infected Hospital".

There were few people living near the hospital, the streets were deserted, and even the temperature was a few degrees lower.

"Has Ursus set up a hospital specifically for the infected?" Bailang was puzzled by this kind of institution. They have been persecuting the infected, so why does this kind of institution exist? Could it be that this is not actually a hospital?

The Kingslayer looked towards the tall building at the end of the street, her eyes gleaming with fire, her voice suppressed:

"This is not a hospital, this is a prison!"

"The Empire deployed search teams in the countryside and threw the infected people into the mining areas. However, they could not do this openly in the cities, so they set up such institutions in various places to lure the infected people in. In the name of treatment, it was actually imprisonment. The infected people who entered usually did not survive more than two years."

When White Wolf heard this, she tilted her head slightly and saw the sadness in her companion's eyes. She thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Despite this, are there still desperate infected people who voluntarily enter it, looking for hope that does not exist at all?"

The Kingslayer nodded silently.