Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

The Kingslayer was obedient and did not move. She saw her travel companion open his phone and stare at her for a while, and then she heard a clicking sound.

Are they taking pictures? Lyudmila thought, why are they taking pictures all of a sudden? She hasn't prepared yet. Although she has never been interested in dressing up, taking pictures, etc., but when she thought about leaving the pictures with the White Wolf, she felt that she must keep a better one.

For the first time, she realized that she cared so much about her personal image.

Bai Lang put away her phone with satisfaction. Although the King Slayer's face had returned to its original state, she had already recorded his naive appearance.

"How was the filming?" Lyudmila asked nervously.

“It’s very cute.”

"Let me see." Lyudmila blushed a little.

“No, this is a private collection.”

“But it’s my photo, so I should have a copy.” This was a serious protest.

The protest took effect immediately. Bai Lang had no intention of hiding it from the beginning. She said calmly, "Well, this is what you asked for. Don't blame me if you regret it."

Lyudmila nodded doubtfully.

In order to prevent the latter from taking extreme actions, Bai Lang kept the phone in his own hands and only gave the other party the right to view it.

As she expected, after seeing the photo, Lyudmila was stunned for a moment, then her face began to turn red, and she stared at the white wolf, as if she was about to explode on the spot.

Bai Lang was suddenly panicked. Regardless of whether Lyudmila regretted it or not, she herself wished she could swallow a whole bottle of regret pills. The Regicide's reaction was so big, wasn't this just looking for trouble?

But at the same time, she felt that the photo did look silly and cute, and she did not deliberately lie. It was really unexpected that things would develop like this.

The imagined storm did not occur.

In fact, Lyudmila's embarrassment and anger stopped when White Wolf started to panic first. She then used the fact that her face had not cooled down yet to observe the other party's reaction, and the result was very satisfactory!

Miss White Wolf was panicking, totally at a loss. The more panicked White Wolf was, the happier she was. This was a secret operation that only she knew about, a silent retaliation. But she couldn't overdo it. Lyudmila had a strange feeling that if she did, she would be the first to feel sad.

Poor White Wolf didn't know that the King Slayer had come up with a new way to retaliate. She finally saw the other party's expression ease, so she quickly moved from face to face to a position close to the other party and apologized in a flattering tone:

"I'm sorry, how about I give you a back rub?" It was very rare that she could find the word "rub your back" to apologize from her clumsy behavior dictionary.

The Regicide was delighted in his heart, but on the surface he just hummed indifferently.

I have to say that Miss Bailang's back-massaging service is extremely solid. Just like the direct meaning of the two words "back-massaging", she is actually "massaging" the back with her hands.

If an expert who knows massage encounters this kind of service provider, he will definitely curse at them. This kind of technique used by an elementary school student with no technical skills at all is really disgusting.

But a blind cat always catches a dead mouse, and Lyudmila happened to know nothing about massage. Due to the wonderful psychological effect, she felt that Miss White Wolf's performance was professional, no, at the master level.

"White Wolf, have you learned this skill specifically?" Lyudmila said comfortably.

"Ah, is there? But I haven't learned it specially." Bai Lang was surprised and doubtful, and his massaging hands slowed down. Could it be that he was very talented in this area?

"Yes." Lyudmila heard the lack of confidence in the other party's words, and she decided to give him some encouragement. "I'm not sure, but with your level, even if you can't be called a master, I think you've touched the threshold and are very close."

It turns out I am so powerful!

The King Slayer has traveled all over the country for so many years, so naturally he has more experience than me. Since she admits it, it means that I still have some skills.

I didn't expect that I would become a massage master (trainer) out of nowhere. Even if I can't lift a sword in the future, I can still make a living by relying on this skill, Bai Lang thought happily.

The train keeps going.

Near noon, they finally arrived at the terminal. The Kingslayer had contacted the Integration Movement in the North half an hour ago, and one of her subordinates would greet them at the station entrance.

It’s so cold!

White Wolf shivered as he left the train. In just one day, it felt like he had gone through both summer and autumn. It was clearly May when he came, but now it was as cold as winter.

The brief discomfort gradually faded away, and the strong physical fitness of the Terrans was fully demonstrated at this moment. Although healthy Terrans could keep out the cold by wearing thin clothes, White Wolf still planned to find a thick set of clothes as soon as possible. It would not be good if he got sick if he insisted on resisting.

Following the sparse flow of people, the two quickly walked out of the station.

In front of the station are two towering mountains. On the mountainside and below are dense green forests, and on the top of the mountain is snow that never melts all year round, like green mountains wearing white hats.

There is a reason why the transportation department chose this as the end point. If it goes further north, the harsh climate will greatly increase the maintenance costs of the railway. At the same time, the high safety risks cannot be ignored.

The King Slayer walked up to the White Wolf and spoke in the howling cold wind of the mountains: "The time is just right now. From May to October, there is basically no snowfall. Outside of these months, it snows every day."

Does it snow for half of the year? The name of the snowy land is indeed well-deserved!

Volume 2: Chapter 27 Lord

White Wolf and the King Slayer walked out of the station. There were few people outside. However, there was a man in gray clothes on the other side of the road, walking from a distance and waving at them.

"People from your organization?" Bai Lang asked, turning his head.

"Hmm." The King Slayer squinted his eyes and identified them. "They should be my subordinates."

"Subordinate!" White Wolf teased, "Should I call you leader?"

"That's not the case. You're not a member of the Reunion Movement."

"What if I am?" she joked.

"No." The Kingslayer suddenly became serious.

Uh, no? Didn't he invite me to join the Reunion Movement before? Why is it that a better relationship doesn't work? Or is it that the so-called better relationship is just my subjective imagination, and the Regicide is actually still on guard against me?

Before the White Wolf had time to think, and before the Kingslayer had time to explain, her subordinates had already arrived.

"Boss, you're finally here."

Was this the name that sounded like a gangster? Bai Lang chuckled in his heart, but didn't show it.

When the Kingslayer heard his subordinates' shouts, he looked back involuntarily. Seeing that the White Wolf didn't react, he felt relieved.

"While I was away, how was the organization's situation? How many people were killed? Has the leader returned?" She asked several questions in one breath.

"Boss, the situation is actually not that scary. It's not as scary as what the newspapers say. The train station is too conspicuous. Let's talk about it when we get there." The integration members seemed to be calm and unhurried, and they looked to be of high quality.

"He is the captain of the newly established Ghost Squad, his name is Ethan." said the King Slayer.

"Hello, I'm Ethan, and I'm not the team leader, boss. I won't do this job."

White Wolf looked at this Safra in a strange way. She didn't want the cadre position that was delivered to her door? She didn't stop talking: "I am White Wolf, and I am a friend of your leader."

The King Slayer's trick was exposed, but she was not embarrassed at all. It was probably not the first time this had happened. She explained to White Wolf, "There is only Ethan in our Ghost Team at the moment, so he is the acting captain."

Then he said to Ethan: "Then you should quickly recruit new members and let others take your place."

Ethan couldn't respond. He could only blame himself for his bad luck. He came to the Integration Movement just to make a living, but he didn't expect there would be so many trivial matters. The comfortable days he imagined seemed to be getting further and further away.

They immediately left the station and entered the city.

The city at the foot of two snow-capped mountains is called Winterfell, which means it is on the verge of winter. This city is a declining small city. Since the development of flying vehicles, the development of Winterfell has been getting worse day by day.

Winterfell is very small, even smaller than a remote city like Cullen. It is said that there was a snowstorm that destroyed some areas. After the snowstorm, the city could not afford to repair it, so it had to watch the city shrink. Such snowstorms have occurred three times in the past few decades. Perhaps, one day in the future, Winterfell will suddenly cease to exist.

There were very few people in the city, so few that it didn't seem like a city. Pedestrians walked in groups of two or three, wrapped tightly in their clothes, silently moving forward in the cold wind. Apart from the low roar of the wind colliding with each other, no human voices could be heard.

Ethan led the way to the tavern that had been booked in advance. The second and third floors of the tavern were used for accommodation business.

From the outside, this is a retro-style building. The exterior walls are deliberately decorated with outdated old bricks and tiles. The entire pub is only three stories high.

Before entering, White Wolf heard enthusiastic shouting and laughter, which was out of tune with the deserted street.

She pushed open the painted brown wooden door out of curiosity, and a wave of heat mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed over her.

It was like suddenly entering an old medieval tavern, with guests gathered around wooden tables and chairs, drinking and laughing loudly. A few who seemed to be drunk stood up and did a strange dance. The bartender kept moving among the guests, busy as a whim, and there was always someone wondering why the drinks had not been served yet.

There was a large fireplace against the wall right in front of the tavern. The innkeeper was sitting on a recliner, enjoying the warm firelight and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The furnishings here are probably very old. The tavern doesn't just look retro, it's an old thing. Only a declining city like Winterfell can find such a shop.

Ethan walked to the front desk and knocked on the hotel owner's desk.

"Two rooms."

"What a pity, sir, there is only one room left." The boss lay in the chair without getting up.

"Then let's have one room." Ethan turned around and said, "Boss, you guys stay here first. I'll think of another way."

"How can that be possible?" The King Slayer frowned, "Let's go to another one."

"There are only a handful of inns in Winterfell now!" The innkeeper sat up from his chair, "In fact, there is a guest room on the third floor."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Then add the ones on the third floor as well." The King Slayer said bluntly.

“Don’t be anxious, sir. There is a reason why I didn’t mention this before. The third floor is where the envoys from the Yan country were received in the past. The prices there are not affordable for ordinary people.” The boss shook his head and said sullenly.

The Regicide was immediately discouraged. Her funds were actually very limited, and spending important resources on personal enjoyment was not in line with the organization's ethos.

Bailang also felt sorry, but the next moment he remembered that he was already a "rich man". There was a huge sum of 100,000 Lungmen coins in the card given by Kal'tsit, which would be a waste if he didn't spend it.

Thinking of this, she generously took out her bank card and said, "Go ahead and order it. I have money!"

At this moment, Bai Lang felt extremely proud.

The Kingslayer silently poked her waist with his hand, then pointed to the sign on the counter that read 'This store does not accept bank card transactions'.

Oops, it was embarrassing again. White Wolf touched his nose and put the card back in a dejected look.

"Wait a moment." The shop owner caught a glimpse of the card in Bai Lang's hand from the corner of his eye. He suddenly spoke in a formal tone, "This is just a trivial rule of our shop. Distinguished guests are naturally treated differently."

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"Can I check your card?" the shop owner asked gently.

White Wolf nodded and handed it over.

The shop owner took it, looked at it, and then handed it back with both hands.

"My Lord, we will contact the Ursus Bank in the city to process your check-in. All fees will be discounted by 50%. Please rest assured that all your whereabouts will be kept strictly confidential."

The three of them showed strong self-control at the same time, trying not to show any abnormality. Led by the hotel owner himself, they went to the VIP room on the third floor to rest.

"Kingslayer, listen to me, I am not an Ursus noble." Bailang hurriedly explained as soon as the store owner left. It would be embarrassing if the other party thought she was a traitor or something.

Ethan just stood there quietly, not daring to say anything or ask anything.

"I believe you, but can you tell me about the card?" The King Slayer had no doubt about White Wolf's words, but for the other party's safety, she still had to ask.

This card, this card of Lord Ursus, is in White Wolf's possession! Is it accidental or someone did it on purpose? If someone did it on purpose, then what is the intention of the owner, goodwill or conspiracy?

"The card was given to me by someone else. It can be considered as a salary card."

"Who gave it to you?" The Kingslayer became alert.

White Wolf thought about it and felt that there was no need to hide it.

"Kelsey."

Volume 2: Chapter 28 Unexpected Clues

White Wolf saw many complex expressions flash across the King Slayer's face in an instant. Reminiscence? Regret? Anger? She couldn't tell for a moment.

The King Slayer was not one to show her emotions on her face. She recovered quickly and thought that she must have heard wrongly. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? She couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure it was Kal'tsit?"

"That's right. Her identity is public and has been mentioned in newspapers, but she appears much less frequently than Amiya. In short, she is one of the leaders of Rhodes Island."

News about Rhodes Island can be found in all major newspapers, but the pictures attached are basically images of Amiya. Kal'tsit rarely appears, or has never appeared. White Wolf is not sure about this. She has only seen Kal'tsit's name in the corners of relevant information. If it were someone else, they might just ignore these things. She also discovered it mainly because she had a special interest in Rhodes Island and studied the information over and over again.

The Kingslayer's attitude was very clear. She should know Kal'tsit, or know someone with the same name as Kal'tsit. Thinking of this, White Wolf looked at the Kingslayer quietly, waiting for her explanation.

"I must have recognized the wrong person." Lyudmila's eyes wandered and she forced a smile. "Really, my old acquaintance has passed away due to an accident, so I have been missing her all these years."

White Wolf saw and heard the Kingslayer's expression and words, and she immediately judged that the other party was lying. The Kal'tsit she knew and the Kal'tsit in the other party's memory should be the same person, and a very important person to the Kingslayer.

Why did the other party confirm this? Was it because of this card?

In an instant, White Wolf thought a lot, but the King Slayer's expression seemed to be avoiding this topic, so she decided to give it a final try. If the other party was still unwilling to say, she would find a chance to ask Kal'tsit.

"It's normal to mistake someone for someone else. Kal'tsit is a very good person. Perhaps I can introduce her to you some other day."

The King Slayer was silent for two seconds, then smiled in a complicated way: "I don't need your help with this. I will find a chance to visit her myself."

She then turned to Ethan and said, "Tell me about the situation of the organization."

He first acquiesced, then changed the subject. White Wolf felt that he had seen through the King Slayer's thoughts.

Ethan signaled to White Wolf with his eyes, knowing that what he was about to say next might involve the organization's secrets.

"It's okay, Ethan, there are no outsiders here." The King Slayer said firmly.

White Wolf originally planned to go out and hide for a while, but the King Slayer's words made her stay, and she was moved at the same time.