Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

She couldn't help but shift her gaze to the feathered serpent, while Horhaia picked at her nails, looking completely unconcerned.

Could it be that everything happened that night?

The feathered serpent seemed to sense something and also raised its head to look over, its strange smile resembling that of a venomous snake baring its fangs.

In Mike's words, it's so healthy!

The meeting officially begins.

……

Originally, it wasn't Muirsey's place to come to the base camp to check the situation. After the current commander, Seria, checked the locations of the staff in each department, she found that the water sprite was the closest. Besides her, there was no suitable candidate in a short time. Therefore, Muirsey was given a critical mission and changed direction, taking several local staff members to the base camp.

This wasn't the first time the water sprite had come to the base camp; her previous visits were all in search of her kind who had settled on the Sami Icefield.

The answer she received was encouraging; she found a groupmate. However, the result was not so pleasant. Although the other person was also an elf, and their behavior, customs, and weaknesses were quite similar, they were fundamentally different.

Objectively speaking, water spirits and wood spirits are not the same thing.

Muirsey could be said to have found her kindred spirits, or she could be said to have found none at all, which inevitably disappointed her.

The recent incident at headquarters has also caught her attention.

While others may not know, Muirsays is well aware that recently, various countries across this land have experienced demonic invasions of varying degrees.

Although the evil was wiped out in a short time, it was the first time in history, which makes it hard not to have doubts and worries.

The attack on the headquarters of the Multinational Exploration Association on the Sami Icefield has deeply concerned countless researchers and scholars.

We need to find out what happened, no matter what.

With a silent pep talk to himself, Muirsay sped along, traveling day and night, and finally arrived at his destination in the shortest possible time.

At this time, the United Exploration Association was calm and orderly, showing no signs of an impending attack by evil forces.

In addition, the caravans that arrived before her also camped out there, without lingering outside, indicating that the base camp had returned to human control.

I heard that the commander who recaptured this place was a man named Mike. He devised a very detailed plan and kicked the evil out with lightning speed.

During Muirsey's clandestine search, he frequently overheard locals praising Mike.

Who is this person? (Qianxun Resource Group 255595300)

Why have I never heard of it?

The water sprite also learned from other people that this team came from Kazimierz, and the team members came from several different countries, making them a joint investigation team of this land.

This made Muirsay even more curious. Different countries have more or less conflicts or discrimination against each other. The fact that he was able to unite them without internal strife indirectly shows that Mike is quite capable.

Unfortunately, Muirsay didn't get to meet this person. He heard that Muirsay was holding a very important meeting today and was closing the door to all visitors.

All we can do now is wait. Even Saria can't just barge into the other party's venue; that would be extremely impolite.

As Muirsay's thoughts reached this point, he gradually relaxed.

Not long after she arrived at her lodgings, a little girl stood outside the door and delivered a letter.

“Ms. Muirsay, this is a letter for you.”

"Thank you."

After delivering the letter, the Sami girl turned and ran away, not hearing Muirsey calling after her. She had originally intended to give a tip, but now it seemed that her plans were ruined.

How strange, who wrote me this letter?

The water sprite could open the envelope and the first thing it saw was a very offensive title.

"Hello, little elf."

Only one person would use such a disgusting term.

Looking at the font she hated so much, a figure flashed into Muirsey's mind.

He was clearly a military agent, yet he had an unclear and ambiguous relationship with the Melander Foundation, and later joined Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals. It's baffling that someone like him could be given such an important position.

She is the feathered serpent Horhaya.

Muirsey suppressed his displeasure and continued reading.

The feathered serpent described the various situations she had encountered recently, and then asked Muirseth if she wanted to go back and find a place to hide and have a good cry, since a timid elf like her probably wouldn't dare to go to the battlefield.

Muirsey smirked. How could she possibly fall for his trick?

Horhaya underestimated her!

But then she saw a sentence at the end of the letter.

"The team's commander, Mike, is actually a doctor from Rhodes Island. Whether you believe it or not, I have personally verified it, and it is absolutely true."

Holhaya wrote down the words "personally verified" and used an ambiguous tilde below them. She even drew a small heart at the end of the sentence.

PhD?

How could he be a PhD?

Wasn't the doctor already dead?

Muirsey's eyes welled up with tears. She was a water sprite, and when she was emotional, moisture would always overflow from her body.

It was a gloomy morning when she watched the Doctor being buried in the cemetery of Trimont. So many people witnessed it as four male operators of similar height carried the coffin to the cemetery.

How could it be fake?

Amiya was crying so sadly.

Everyone thought he was dead.

How could he still be alive?

As Muirsay pondered this, a mix of panic, sadness, anger, and unease welled up within him, and he couldn't help but whisper another sentence.

"How dare he still be alive?"

If Mike heard this, he would probably run away immediately.

Finally, the worst thing happened.

He had long wondered if the operators, enraged by his faked death, would actually turn him into a dead man.

Unexpectedly, this happened to Muirsey, who was deeply in love with him.

Water Sprite is more like a girlfriend than any of the operators who have a romantic relationship with Mike.

Deep love and responsibility.

Everything seemed so reasonable.

Muirsey looked up, suppressing her displeasure. She was now eager to see Mike in person to verify whether what Holhaya had said was true.

If it's fake, she'll duel with the feathered serpent; if it's real, she'll kill the feathered serpent first, then fill the man's entire body with water, making him a part of her.

Thinking of this, Muirsays looked up in surprise and touched his face in disbelief.

Regardless of whether the story is true or not, when did she become so ruthless?

No, no, no, let's figure things out first.

……

Mike, who was reading a document aloud at that moment, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

How could someone who is immune to all poisons have this feeling?

Could it be that someone's murderous intent was projected from him and he sensed it?

Mike paused, glancing around at each of his companions sitting at the round table. No matter how he looked at it, the threat wasn't coming from them.

Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now.

The man closed the document in his hands, showing no intention of continuing to read it.

He crossed his hands on the table, looked at everyone, and said, "According to our previous plan, the entire process will be divided into three steps."

They were the first to arrive at the United Exploration Association's headquarters, which they have already accomplished.

The second crossing was through the Sami lands, arriving at the Northern Wall.

Third, before crossing the Wall and venturing into the unknown far north, before beginning the second step, I need to confirm with everyone again: is anyone planning to stop here?

This was a crucial step for Mike.

Because after they left the base camp, he could only have one voice within the team, and there could be absolutely no contradictory opinions.

Any flaw could give omnipresent evil an opportunity.

Previous text revised

As the title suggests, the previous chapter was deleted by the review team. I'll revise it and repost it. I also have a cold, so I'll just take a day off.

The recent videos on the End of the World Cloud are really interesting. I don't envy those qualified content creators at all, really.

Prepare for the whole event.

Asking for leave is such a hassle. It has to be 100 words. Can't I just write something casually?

that's it.

69. The despicable Kal'tsit

"I have no opinion."

"Haven't we been doing this all along?"

The crowd began to discuss the matter animatedly, and they generally agreed with Mike's point of view.

Destreet distributed the documents she had on hand, then sat down to Mike's right, her fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

The positions of everyone else in the team were arbitrary, except for the top lawyer. Mike tacitly approved of her idea, for no other reason than to find a rival for Holhaya.

Star Extreme Calculation is out of the question, but there's still some hope if her younger sister Star Source comes instead. After all, Holhaya's rank is very high, and most opponents would just be easy prey for her.

As if guessing what Mike was thinking, Feathered Serpent turned its gaze to meet Mike's, then casually looked away, as if nothing had happened between them.

The document that Destreet just distributed was quite brief, listing all the items that the accompanying personnel needed to carry, as well as a few coded phrases for emergency communication.