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

The good news is that the Water Sprite still has room to grow, while the Feathered Serpent has none at all.

Don't give up on Muirsey, fight for your happiness.

……

Magellan didn't return with Mike. Liberi, like a thief, refused to come back with them no matter how much they tried to persuade her. Mike had no choice but to leave her outside alone for a while longer.

During the two hours he was away, the traces of the battle inside the research station were basically cleaned up. The corridor was empty, with nothing left. If it weren't for the indelible pits and craters on the walls, one would doubt whether the battle had actually taken place.

In the lobby of the research station, the staff members sat in different positions.

"Doctor, have some tea."

Chongyue had a pot of tea brewing in front of him. He poured a cup for Mike and pushed it to the empty seat opposite him.

Since the Grandmaster had already extended an invitation, Mike couldn't refuse. He quickly walked to his seat and looked at Chongyue, who was sipping tea.

The older brother seemed to want to say something, but looked hesitant.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Mike, no, I was just wondering, what were you thinking when you made Magellan kill that collapsing entity with his own hands?"

Mike had already sat down and picked up his teacup, bringing it to his nose to sniff.

He doesn't know much about tea; he just thinks it tastes good, but he can't explain why.

Faced with his elder brother's question, Mike calmly replied, "The Collapsed Entity killed Magellan's friend. I think it's necessary for her to take back what she lost herself, rather than leaving hatred in her heart."

In particular, the obsessions in one's heart and the guilt hidden in one's heart can become a breeding ground for pollution. Rather than letting her suppress her emotions, it is better to release them.

Of course, this doesn't mean unrestrained release; there must be some restraint.

Mike drank the tea in one gulp; it was a little hot, and a faint fragrance wafted from his mouth.

As expected of the eldest brother, he doesn't skimp on enjoying life at all. Even when traveling so far, he still manages to bring such fine tea with him.

Chongyue saw through Mike's thoughts and shook his head with a smile: "They're just trivial skills."

These are all trivial skills, how could they be allowed to become so powerful?

Mike put down his teacup, and Chongyue poured another one.

"Is everything alright at the research station?"

"Thanks to you, we took over the research station and investigated the stored supplies. We found that the collapse body neither eats nor drinks and has not consumed anything. No other expeditions have been here. We can replenish the supplies we consumed earlier. In addition, we found another map to compare with Miss Magellan's hand-drawn map."

This is really good news.

Nothing is more important than getting a map in the wilderness.

Of course, reading a map also requires a lot of professional knowledge. A map can help you figure out what's in a certain area, while professional knowledge can help you figure out where you are. The latter is far more important than the former.

Mike was delighted and asked, "What other good news is there? Why don't you tell me everything?"

At this moment, Chongyue's expression changed. He sat up straight and looked at the doctor in front of him seriously: "There is indeed one more thing. A hand-drawn map was found on John Nestham. It does not belong to any part of the Sami Icefield."

Because our knowledge is limited to the area within the Wall in the north, and we know nothing about what lies beyond the Wall.”

This is important news.

Mike perked up.

John Nestham's hand-drawn map shows where Director Mariam's expedition went and what they experienced after crossing the Great Wall, which was extremely important for their subsequent journey.

Mike would rather lose half of his supplies than give up this hand-drawn map.

Supplies can be found again, but without a hand-drawn map, it's impossible to move an inch.

"On the back of the hand-drawn map, there is a record he left behind. Unfortunately, we cannot understand the meaning of the coded language and need Miss Magellan to translate it, which is her specialty."

91. Graduates of the Fragment Class

Magellan stayed outside alone for a long time, so long that she began to feel cold.

She thought about many things, about everything that had happened with Mike that day.

What I originally just wanted to hug the doctor turned into a kiss, and then into an even more intimate contact.

Although they lack the courage to turn the distance between them into a negative number in such a cold environment, they already have a good foundation and only need the right environment to naturally achieve their goal.

As a modern Colombian, Magellan doesn't adhere to such strict traditions; she prefers to be with the people she loves without having to think about so many things.

Good times are fleeting, and soon the girl Liboli thought of someone else.

Director Muirsay.

Everyone in the team could see the director's feelings for the PhD student and wished they could be with him every day. Would I be considered to be stealing the director's boyfriend by doing this?

On the one hand, Magellan felt ashamed, but on the other hand, she felt a strange excitement.

In the words of the people of Dongguk, the act of overthrowing one's superior always stirs up excitement.

Hopefully, Director Muirsey won't find out, so at least they can still get along as colleagues as before.

Magellan wrapped his winter coat tighter, thinking about going back to the research station to have a drink and then find a warm place to sleep.

When she arrived at the research station's lobby and appeared at the entrance, she found that everyone's eyes were turned to her.

Li Boli was so frightened that her legs went weak, thinking that her affair with the doctor had been exposed.

Fortunately, she noticed that the professor was also looking at her and beckoning her over.

No, it definitely wasn't discovered. The doctor had something else to discuss with me.

Magellan mustered his courage and boldly walked up to Mac. He saw a piece of paper on the table, with a map on one side and a dazzling array of symbols on the other.

Under normal circumstances, outsiders would definitely not understand what's going on, because these symbols are codes invented by the head of the scientific research department.

If you're not a member of the department, the chances of you understanding its meaning are extremely slim.

It turns out that everyone was waiting for her to decipher the coded message on this paper.

More than that, Magellan was concerned about where it came from.

Mike explained, "Found it on that collapsed object."

He didn't say who it was. After all, John Nestorm was a wound in Magellan's heart, and it would be too much to stab him again after the wound had stopped bleeding.

It turned out to be the case.

Magellan made a judgment in his mind: there must be very important information hidden on this piece of paper.

She picked up the paper and looked at the illegible cipher. By the end, the writer had lost control of himself, and his handwriting had become messy. He must have gone through a very painful struggle before he died.

Magellan nodded: "Everyone, wait for me a moment."

She took out a pen and notebook and quickly began translating according to the codes she knew. The whole process took less than an hour.

Chongyue personally cooked a delicious meal, and everyone gathered together to eat and chat. He left a portion for Magellan, who was completely absorbed in his meal and did not notice what was happening around him.

"All right."

After writing the last word, Magellan looked up, his face full of exhaustion.

She didn't care about anything else and rushed to the table, eating heartily, saying indistinctly, "The translated words may not be very fluent, but the general meaning is correct."

She, as the translator, didn't have time to read the entire text and handed the task over to the doctor.

Of everyone present, Mike was the least afraid of being corrupted by evil spirits, so only he could read it.

Mike didn't refuse and immediately took over. He looked down at the words on the paper, scanned it to the bottom, and his mood became very complicated.

The paper contained a rather unpleasant story. It wasn't the intelligence left behind by John Nestorm, but rather an unwilling suicide note. He didn't even want anyone to understand what it said. If no one could understand it, so be it; if someone did, it would only be someone from the research department.

This is truly in line with RheinLife's consistent style.

……

On the sixth day after entering the ice field, we met Anma.

To be honest, meeting Anma here was an exciting experience.

No one in the tribes of the ice fields dislikes such a magical creature. Colombian researchers also praise its elegance and beauty, and some even question why such a creature does not exist in their own country.

This should be a good omen. Anma appeared on our previous expeditions to the ice field. At first, people threw snowballs at him, but later we learned that he was an incarnation of the Sami gods.

Rhine Labs has been conducting research on legendary creatures. Some of these legendary creatures are known as Beastmasters, who are immortal, can transfer damage, and can even reshape life, which is almost a miracle.

Some beast owners hide in places unknown to humans, making them extremely difficult to find.

These are just some of the characteristics of the beast lords; another group is referred to as behemoths.

According to historical records, the bodies of these giant beasts were comparable to a mountain range spanning thousands of miles, and their powers varied, making them extremely difficult for humans to defeat.

I've read the history of the Yan Kingdom. They say their emperor defeated a giant beast, skinned it, dismembered it, and divided it into several pieces.

It must be said that such legends are indeed exciting, but they also make people doubt their authenticity. Things like history will only become myths and legends over time.

I used to think that way, but now my opinion is starting to waver because I met Anma, and I love this amazing creature.

……

As Mike compared the map with John Nestham's notes, he suddenly realized something: the content described on the map was actually written at different times, and he left multiple records during his journey.

The first section alone takes up a quarter of the entire article, showing that when the exploration team set off, everyone, including Director Mariam, maintained a positive attitude because they had met Anma.

In Sami, Anma represents life and hope. They believed that even if they didn't gain anything from the journey, they would still be safe and sound. Unfortunately, Anma did not bring them the ending they wanted.

……

Day sixteen of entering the ice field.

For some reason, the fortune tellers in the group were in low spirits.

Colombians believe in science and advanced technology, but they do not reject the mystical. Director Mariam is even willing to bring at least one diviner with him on every expedition, even if they are just there for a free, publicly funded trip.

The problem now lies with the fortune teller, who sadly tells everyone that just a day ago, all his divination methods had failed.

At first, we thought it was his mistake, and he thought so too, but later we realized that the problem seemed to be quite serious.

Diviners use many different methods, including astrology, tarot cards, water divination, and even tortoise shells and sheep bones.

Most of our fortune tellers are either experts or have only a basic understanding of these subjects.

We watched him try every single one, but the result of each one was a complete blur.