Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

So many things happened in one day, but the King Slayer still chose to believe in her without hesitation. It was absolutely impossible for the other party to be simple-minded. So what supported her trust? She couldn't figure it out, but the idea of ​​rescuing the King Slayer from the kang became stronger in her heart.

After receiving instructions from his leader, Ethan repeated the relevant matters on his own.

The siege in early April dealt a heavy blow to the Reunion Movement. Most of the Kingslayer assassins escaped due to their strong mobility, but another besieged Warlock team suffered heavy losses and was almost completely dispersed. Those who managed to survive were taken prisoner and taken to the mining area.

However, the Ursus side did not take this opportunity to wipe out the Integration Movement in one fell swoop. After the initial victory, newspapers, slogans, and banners were displayed loudly, but no actual encirclement and suppression team was deployed. The escaped Integration members were given a respite, and the team was reorganized once again.

A week after the siege, Tallulah returned from the north, and the various teams began to reunite, and have now recovered to 70% of their previous level.

People do not share the same joys and sorrows. The Kingslayer frowned and fell into deep thought about the organization's setbacks, while White Wolf's thoughts were much more unconventional.

It seems that Ursus doesn't care about the integration movement at all. This approach is completely nurturing bandits. White Wolf estimates that they are even reluctant to destroy this small organization, waiting for the other party to recover, and then continue to harvest with sickles, two sickles, one for the bandits outside the city, and one for the people in the city. Harvesting is also an art. You can't use too much force, otherwise the seedlings will be gone after being cut off by the roots.

She knew the scale of the integration movement later on, and therefore she felt that Tallulah was a talent. How did this person develop the integration movement to such a momentum that it could surpass the North Sea under such circumstances?

"Did the leader tell us how the cooperation plan is going?" After digesting the information, the King Slayer looked at the White Wolf out of the corner of his eye and asked Ethan.

She glanced at the white wolf and saw that it seemed nonchalant, but it had changed its sitting position and its ears stood up.

"It has been mentioned before. There should be some progress. The leader said that if any members of the organization are in danger on the snowy plains, they can seek help from them. They also provided a temporary contact point."

"Where is it?" White Wolf couldn't help but ask.

Ethan was a little surprised. He didn't expect White Wolf to ask such questions, but with the leader's endorsement in front of him, he told the truth: "I only heard a general idea. It seems to be related to the ice lake in the north, but this is not a problem. We just need to go back to the organization and ask."

"Can't we communicate via mobile phone?"

"The public signal relay stations in the north are all controlled by the military." Ethan scratched the back of his head, "We don't have our own relay equipment yet."

I see. But knowing the approximate location is enough. It is much better than searching blindly by yourself. White Wolf decided not to bother the Integration Movement.

"Where is the location of the ice lake?" she continued to ask.

"It's about thirty kilometers due north of this city," the King Slayer answered. "I remember it was a large natural lake, but at this time of year, the lake has probably just thawed. There are some villages built along the lake nearby, so there's no need to worry about supplies."

When White Wolf got the news, she felt a special excitement, the kind of excitement that comes from putting in a lot of effort and finally seeing the goal in sight one day. She wanted to get up immediately and rush to the Ice Lake to find the Patriot.

But imagination is imagination, reason still prevails. From here to the ice lake, due to the complex terrain, you can only rely on walking, so you must be prepared to trek for seven or eight hours. What's more, the information she got was only near the ice lake, and the exact location was still unknown.

In the following time, White Wolf, in gratitude for the intelligence, ordered a feast according to the highest standards of the tavern. The Kingslayer originally refused, she wanted to display the fine style of hard work and simplicity, but unfortunately her subordinate Ethan did not have such a high level of ideological awareness, and immediately betrayed the revolution after seeing the feast. In addition, with White Wolf's earnest persuasion, the Kingslayer wanted to eat a little bit, and then she understood what it meant to be really delicious.

At the dinner table, White Wolf and the Kingslayer occasionally exchanged a few words, but Ethan kept eating the whole time, as if he had never had a full meal.

"Doesn't the Integration Movement provide food?" she asked puzzledly.

Ethan swallowed a beef meatball and said with emotion, "The food is provided, but I just found out today that the organization's food is really terrible! Compared to this, it's not even suitable for human consumption."

He didn't notice at all that his leader's face had darkened.

Volume 2: Chapter 29: Insomnia

The three of them finished five servings of food. After eating and drinking, Ethan returned to his room and packed up the remaining snacks.

After chatting with each other for a while, the remaining two gradually felt sleepy. Seeing that it was already past ten o'clock, Bai Lang suggested taking a break, and Lyudmila nodded in agreement.

The facilities in the VIP room were different from those in ordinary rooms. Even the double bed was twice as big, so it was no problem for four or five people to sleep side by side. After a simple wash, White Wolf jumped onto the bed first, rolled himself into a Swiss roll with a goose down blanket, and rolled to the left, giving up the other side of the room.

Lyudmila couldn't help laughing when she saw the white wolf curler sticking its head out to signal her. She turned off the lights and rolled herself up like the other curler. It was like two lonely caterpillars appeared on the huge bed.

Bai Lang set the alarm for six o'clock so that she could get up early and travel the next day. She originally intended to go to bed early to restore her energy, but she was too excited to fall asleep.

The name Bozhukas had been mentioned countless times when her adoptive father was alive. She had long been extremely curious about this person. Another point was what was written in the letter. Out of respect for the old man, she did not open it to read it, but she had her own guesses.

She thought the letter should contain intelligence about Columbia. According to the Thucydides Trap, the rising Columbia would inevitably become a thorn in the side of the empire. As a former imperial soldier, her adoptive father seemed to care about only one thing during his lifetime, which was the glory of Ursus. Therefore, White Wolf had reason to guess that most of the letter should be intelligence information.

(PS: "Thucydides Trap": refers to the fact that a newly rising great power is bound to challenge the existing great power, and the existing great power is bound to respond to this threat, so war becomes inevitable.)

What she didn't know was that another person not far away was also suffering from insomnia, but for a different reason.

As soon as Lyudmila closed her eyes, she thought of Miss White Wolf not far from her. The image of White Wolf immediately emerged in her mind. She opened her eyes and turned her head. The person she imagined was actually reflected in her eyes. She could reach out and grab her. She felt a strange tingling sensation, as if there were ants crawling on her. She began to feel restless in her heart. She curled herself up tighter, trying to suppress the inexplicable restlessness with the help of external force, but this feeling was like a spring. The more she suppressed it, the more it rebounded. Lyudmila gritted her teeth and fell into a hard fight.

The next morning, White Wolf reluctantly turned off the alarm, got up, washed up, and returned to the room. He saw that the King Slayer had already sat up, with a few red hairs on the ends of his hair drooping and even dark circles under his eyes.

"Didn't you sleep well? This is a luxury room." She felt a little strange. The other party seemed to be able to adapt well whether on the train or in the wild before. But today, when the conditions were good, he had problems. Could it be that after suffering for a long time, enjoying comfort is a kind of torture? What kind of weird logic is this!

Lyudmila nodded, then shook her head, without giving a direct answer, but just looked at her with resentment.

For such things that she couldn't figure out, Bai Lang's principle was not to think about them, so as not to waste brain cells. She asked, "I'm going to buy some breakfast outside. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Sweet." Two words came out of Lyudmila's mouth.

White Wolf nodded and saw the branches shaking from the window. She realized that a cold wind was raging outside and she had not had time to buy thick clothes since yesterday.

"Let me lend you some clothes." As she said this, she took the Kingslayer's coat from the hanger and put it on herself. Now, she had two layers of outer clothes.

The Regicide naturally had objections, as she would not feel cold in the house.

After living in the north for a long time, people have a strong ability to adapt to this temperature. White Wolf is from southern Colombia, so he adapts more slowly.

White Wolf was walking alone on the street and saw that all the shops, big and small, were still closed. If it were in Colombia, the city would have been bustling with traffic at this time.

The cold wave not only freezes the environment, but also slows down the pace of life.

She zipped up her clothes to the top. The black coat of the Kingslayer was tight, but she happened to be thin, so the clothes seemed to fit her well.

The steamed bun shop on the street was already open. Bai Lang ordered two servings, but suddenly thought of the greedy Ethan and ordered two more. Then three bowls of rice porridge were packed and put away. In order to satisfy the regicide, she asked for an extra small bag of sugar, and asked her to add as much as she wanted when she got home! She didn't find a dessert shop along the way, so she could only use this method to get by.

On the way back, White Wolf happened to see a clothing store open, so he put the things in his hand at the front desk of the store, intending to waste a little time to buy some things for himself and the King Slayer. Neither of them had worn thick clothes since they came from the south.

The clothing store owner had a wonderful morning.

He got up unexpectedly early today and opened the store in advance. Then, a young girl carrying steamed buns and porridge came to buy clothes. It was too strange to see such a strange customer in the morning. Before he could react, he saw her put the things on his beloved computer desk and went to choose clothes.

Well, since she was a pretty girl, he endured it. What he didn't expect was that this would be a magical guest he had never seen in his life.

Judging from his clothes and the bun in his hand, the other party did not look like a rich man. Generally speaking, he would make targeted shopping guides based on his own judgment, but the way this customer picked clothes did not meet his psychological expectations at all.

As if taking a quick look, the white wolf selected a white fleece windbreaker in just a few minutes. The price factor was completely ignored during the whole process, as if he was just picking a piece of clothing that fit him.

The clothes really fit him well, and in his opinion, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was pleasing to the eye when worn by the other person. Most girls who came to the store were overwhelmed by the choices, and it was the first time he had seen someone pick out suitable clothes in two minutes.

It seems that this girl is a pragmatic person, he thought. He admired such people very much and always felt that these people had a special temperament. How to put it, capable and not vain, but his fantasy would soon be shattered.

White Wolf thought that the King Slayer didn't seem to need a coat, so there was no need to buy another one, so she prepared to buy her a warm sweater. Thinking of this, she called the store owner and followed him to the relevant shopping area, but buying for others was not the same as buying for herself, so she didn't know how to choose.

The shop owner watched the other person choose the next piece of clothing with admiration. He always felt that this process was simply an art, the art of selection!

He saw the girl in front of him turn around with a look of annoyance on her face: "Which one is the most expensive one here?"

Not knowing what to do, White Wolf chose the dumbest method.

Not to mention the boss's stunned expression, after she selected the items, she urged the other party to pay quickly, otherwise the buns would get cold if she delayed any longer.

Even after the customers left, the shop owner was still immersed in the psychological conflict and couldn't extricate himself. His art seemed to be shattered. After a while, he woke up again, checked the bill, and saw that there were 6,000 extra Longmen coins on his bank card.

Perhaps, this is the real art, he thought as he stood up and hung a sign on the door of the store to announce the suspension of business. He had made enough money from half a month's turnover, so it was time to give himself a short vacation.

Volume 2: Chapter 30 Ursus Female Spy

White Wolf hurried back to the tavern, worried that the Kingslayer would become impatient. This operation did take quite a while.

She pushed open the door and didn't see the other person. She walked into the bedroom and found that the red-tailed wolf had gone back to bed to catch up on some sleep. She was wrapped in two quilts, which were bulging like a small hill. One of them was the one she had used not long ago.

For a moment, White Wolf didn't know what to say. She quietly put the King Slayer's coat back on the hanger, left her breakfast and the sweater she had just bought, and tiptoed out of the room.

She went straight to the second floor and knocked on Ethan's door. In the other party's angelic eyes, she delivered breakfast, and then reminded him that the King Slayer was still resting and not to disturb him. If he woke up late, she could go buy some hot food.

Finally, she quickly finished her breakfast, said goodbye to Ethan, went to the hotel owner to pay the three-day accommodation fee, then wrapped her clothes tightly and left the tavern, heading quickly north, towards the ice lake.

At noon, Lyudmila woke up slowly and yawned lazily. She hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

That’s right! It’s getting late, I should remind White Wolf to leave. No, since it’s getting late, it won’t be too late to leave tomorrow.

She looked around but couldn't see the other person.

"Boss, are you awake?" Ethan's voice came from the living room.

"Where is Miss White Wolf?"

"She left a long time ago! How strange, didn't you know that you were together?"

"Gone?" Lyudmila was unable to react for a moment.

After a few seconds, she seemed to come to her senses.

"Gone." Lyudmila repeated in a low voice, the red hair on her head wilted again, and she collapsed on the bed like a deflated doll, staring at the ceiling with a slightly unfocused look in a daze.

At this time, the white wolf had already reached the ice lake. In the northern border in May, the snow melted gradually wherever the sun shone, and only in places away from the sun did the snow remain unmelted for years. She chose the easy roads along the way, and easily completed the 30-kilometer journey in one morning.

On the way, she took the opportunity to count her recent spending and was pleasantly surprised to find that after some squandering, she still had a balance of more than 70,000 Lungmen coins. It seemed that bounty hunting was indeed a promising career, but unfortunately it was not very secure.

She therefore thought of her goal of retiring in Rhode Island. After she finished the things at hand and earned enough money, she would get a leisurely job and live a leisurely life every day. It would be so comfortable.

In the afternoon, White Wolf began to walk along the edge of the ice lake to search. Due to the lack of intelligence, she could only enter the nearby village and ask the villagers for details. In order to facilitate her actions, she wrapped her weapon with black cloth prepared in advance, disguising it as a cane, which could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Before leaving, Ethan told her that the Patriots' troops were mainly shield guards. According to him, the tall shield guards should be more eye-catching. Unfortunately, White Wolf went to three villages in one afternoon and didn't get any news. The villagers said that they had never seen the team she described.

Can't you see those huge shield guards?

Fortunately, she was fully prepared for the possibility of not finding the tree. Although she was extremely disappointed, she managed to keep herself calm and asked for accommodation in the last village, intending to continue searching the next day.

Since she still had some change on her, she naturally paid the old couple who had accommodated her overnight as a reward. In the evening, the old woman cooked coarse-grain porridge to treat her.

Naturally, Bai Lang, who had just indulged herself, found the coarse-grain porridge hard to swallow. However, having a bowl of hot porridge in an unfamiliar place was already very good. She forced herself not to be picky, and after drinking it and expressing her gratitude, she went to rest in the thatched hut prepared for her by the old man.

After an afternoon of investigation, she also discovered a problem: the northern village of Ursus was indeed too backward.

The southern border of Colombia where she grew up is remote, but ordinary villagers have begun to keep up with modernization and all kinds of commonly used electrical appliances have basically become popular. However, the villages on this snowy field still mainly use primitive kerosene lamps. Looking out of the window, there are only a handful of houses with electric lights on.

What's more, she ate unprocessed whole grains at night and slept on a cold straw mat, which were the average standards in the village.

It would be fine if Ursus was backward, but it was clearly one of the most powerful empires in the Terra world, with a thousand years of history and a hundred years of glory in modern times. No one could underestimate Ursus's technological and economic strength.

Therefore, the gap between people and the division between times is truly a historical dilemma that is difficult to resolve!

Since her cell phone had run out of battery, she had to go to bed early.

In the thatched hut, she had a dream. She dreamed that someone was whispering, as if talking about some secret agent. A gust of cold wind slipped in through the window gap, disturbing her dream.

I opened my eyes dazedly, but the dream continued and someone was whispering nearby.

This is not a dream!

The white wolf suddenly widened his eyes and identified carefully. The sound came from another room next door, which should be the room where the old woman and her husband lived.

She made no sound, but held her breath and listened carefully.

"I asked around. Tiko came back from the next village and said he saw this girl. She was looking for her benefactors. I saw that the long cloth bag she was carrying must contain weapons. With her appearance, she must be a military agent."

"Well, I've long felt that she came from an unusual background. Her clothes are not something that ordinary people can afford. Rich ladies wouldn't come here, let alone eat our porridge and sleep in a thatched hut. She must be a spy. Look at the extra amount of money she gave us today. She must want to use us to find her benefactors. Humph, she underestimates us too much!"

"And the money?"

"Let's keep the money first. I'll go and tell our benefactors at night that this place has been exposed. Tell them to leave as soon as possible!"

"Well, go quickly, I'll stay here to watch over her."

The White Wolf lay motionless on the bed, his mind going through four processes: nervousness, surprise, stupefaction, and self-doubt.

I was shocked. The Ursus female spy turned out to be me?

God has mercy on her. She bought a new piece of clothing purely to keep warm. She deliberately gave the elderly more money because she saw that they were living in poverty and she couldn't bear it. Besides, being able to eat coarse grains and sleep on a straw mat wasn't an advantage, but she didn't expect it to become a fault.

Alas! It was not the villagers' fault for being too suspicious. It was just that she herself was inexperienced and handled the matter inappropriately.

However, although it was a misunderstanding, the information came to the door by itself, which was an unexpected surprise. The benefactor mentioned by the old lady and her husband was most likely related to the Patriot!

Oh no, this old man seems to be telling those people to evacuate, I have to follow him quickly.

But it was impossible to go out through the main door. White Wolf could hear the old woman pacing outside, guarding the room. She had to find another way and used a weapon to remove the window.

Well, I gave the couple a lot of money before, enough for them to install a few more windows.

She slipped out of the house with peace of mind, and her bright eyes instantly caught the old man's trail. She tightened the weapon in her hand, and the White Wolf sneakily followed the old man.

Volume 2: Chapter 31 White Rabbit

Generally speaking, tracking is a skill-based job, but it also depends on who you are tracking. At least Bai Lang feels very comfortable with it now, and the anti-reconnaissance awareness of ordinary villagers is basically zero.

She followed smoothly all the way to a threshing ground. For the North Territory with meager harvests, threshing grounds were only used for a short month in October every year, so usually no one came here.