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

Therefore, Mike could only seize the opportunity to change the subject: "Director Muirsay, you didn't come here to whisper to me, and I don't think you're going to stay here tonight. There must be something special you want to tell me, right?"

"Who wants to stay here overnight?" Muirsey blushed, reached out and patted Mike's arm, even stood up and distanced herself from him, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Those things are absolutely unacceptable. If Saria finds out what you did to me, she will definitely have to talk to you about it personally.”

Seria.

Mike knew that Celia was a large woman who had come to him to talk to him, explaining that the situation had become extremely serious.

Even now, Mike lacks confidence in facing Ms. Vivean, who is in a state of rage.

Unlike someone sitting in prison, his value increases over time.

It's not like you can just get attacked and then say, "This crappy game should be shut down soon."

However, the fact that Muirsey brought Seria over to speak shows that she has run out of options.

Mike looked at the water sprite with a smile, a smile that made Muirsey feel uneasy.

The doctor had bad intentions and malicious intent, and it was hard to tell what tricks he would use against her.

"Mike, are we enemies?"

"Love is war."

"Shut up, I didn't want to discuss the plot of Dongguo's comics with you."

"Oh, you've actually seen that anime?"

Muirsey was even more distraught, and Mike actually changed the subject to go along with her wishes.

To be honest, during her time in Trimont, since Seria didn't assign her any work, she had to find things to do on her own. Over time, the water sprite learned to seek out all sorts of entertainment, including games and comics from the East, movies from Colombia, and operas from Victoria.

Considering the long lifespan of elves, Muirsey is still in her infancy. She has a long way to go before reaching adulthood and plenty of time to acquire knowledge.

Unlike other elves living on this land, Muirsey, deeply influenced by modern culture, never thought that having a long time meant she should give up learning, and felt that she could spread out what she needed to do over a longer period of time.

"Many things are urgent, and every day of delay will bring more variables."

Christensen once told her that every minute and second of a researcher's time is precious and must be used as much as possible. This land will not stand still while they slowly develop.

That person has now become a bright star in the sky.

Whenever Muirsey looked up at the sky at night, she would tell herself that if she could take just one more step forward, perhaps she could catch up with that person's silhouette.

"To reiterate, I have no intention of discussing the idea of ​​that comic with you."

“I’m listening, you can continue.”

Muirsey hummed in agreement and sat back down next to Mike. This time, the water sprite was no longer the same as before. When she got serious, no one could doubt her real age. From this moment on, she was a mature research scholar and one of the directors of the ten departments of Rhine Life. How could she be like a child?

"The Sami Icefield is a magical place where the inhabitants still live a rather primitive tribal life. But on this land, gods appear and some races unknown to outsiders also hide."

Mike nodded repeatedly; he knew about the Cyclopes and Wood Elves, two extremely mysterious races.

“I mentioned before that I had searched for my people here, and I wanted to know how they were doing now, and whether we were still connected by blood?”

As Muirsey finished speaking, her eyes lowered and she couldn't help but shake her head.

"With the help of the locals, I finally found them, but when I stood in front of them, I realized that we were no longer of the same bloodline. Although we were both elves, that was all."

"Are they unwilling to accept you?"

Muirsey looked up at Mike, her bright eyes revealing no trace of confusion. The water sprite shook her head and said, "No, it's that I don't want to accept them. I was born in Colombia, in a modern society. I don't want to go back to my tribe and live that kind of life in the trees. In the elf dwelling deep in the Sami jungle, you can't see any trace of modernity. There aren't even flush toilets here, which is unbearable."

Speaking of this, Mike remembered someone who also didn't want to stay in Iberia because there was no flush toilet.

Muirses paused for a few seconds before continuing, "But the Wood Elves didn't refuse me. They agreed to let me learn their knowledge, and I discovered that they've taken a different path. If possible, Doctor, I hope you can come with me to that place; it might be helpful for this trip."

When Muirsey finished speaking, Mike understood why she was in such a hurry.

When the water sprite arrived in the Sami region, the relatively pristine ice plains environment made it easier for her to connect with nature. Since the elf race has a very close connection with nature, she must have sensed that some kind of threat was approaching.

In other words, Muirsey's idea is to gain a sense of security. There are two people who can give her that sense of security now. Seria is not around and is not even willing to enter Sami. The other person is Mike, whose goal is the more dangerous far north.

Caught between the two, Muirsay felt very conflicted. She couldn't let Saria come to this place, so she could let Mike go to the Wood Elf tribe for help first.

“To be honest, you’re not the only one who can find the Wood Elf tribe. I know another one, the Cyclops Elchi, the one who raised Typhon. I’ve met her once.”

Mike stood up. He paced around the room a couple of times, then said seriously, "Are you sure that if I go to the Wood Elf tribe, I'll really get help?"

Muirsey didn't understand what Mike meant, but Mike didn't intend to keep her in suspense and immediately delved into the topic: "If the Wood Elves could really help the Sami Icefield, they shouldn't be watching this land gradually be eroded by demons. My view is exactly the opposite. The Wood Elves can't provide any help, or rather, even if they could, for some reason, they choose to stand still and watch."

"PhD."

“If you want me to go, and you think that place is useful, I will go to the Wood Elf tribe according to the route you gave me. As for whether they are willing to see me, that is another matter. This is my promise to you, but I also want to remind you not to have too high expectations. After all, the Wood Elves did not go to save the Sami people. They don’t even consider themselves any race on this land. You should know this better than I do.”

Only Muirsey knew what she had experienced. Although Mike had never met the Wood Elf in person, he could tell from the Water Elf's description that the Water Elf was arrogant, which did not meet his minimum requirements for cooperation.

Although John's suicide note had been burned, explorers like Magellan could quickly copy the original map.

"We'll discuss this in detail tomorrow. The problems I face aren't just the Wood Elves; there are others as well."

With that, Mike effectively told her to leave. Muirsey knew that there was no point in her staying any longer, and Mike had no intention of having any further conversation with her.

"Doctor, I meant no harm. I believe those wood elves are the same way."

"I trust your judgment, and I hope they can maintain their composure as you have predicted."

To be honest, Muirsey's resolve had wavered. Mike's explanation had resonated deeply with her, reminding her of the arrogant attitude the wood elves had shown her, an outsider.

However, Muirse also knew how powerful the biotechnology of the wood elves was; they could even use a seed to repair a damaged vehicle.

Using vines to replace the car's exterior and tree heartwood to replace the engine, giving life to steel.

The doctor agreed to meet with the wood elf, and the opportunity had been created; all that remained was whether the communication between the two sides would go smoothly.

Muirsey sighed inwardly; in any case, there had been some gains tonight.

……

The next day.

Nothing happened at the well-functioning research station, and everyone sat together eating.

Sami-style mushroom soup, well-soaked compressed biscuits, and shredded bagged meat are a delicious meal for people who spend most of their lives on the ice fields.

Chongyue spoke of his insignificant, trivial talents, but by personally taking charge of the cooking, he gained everyone's trust.

After all, finding a chef who knows how to eat is not easy at all. Even if a grandmaster is an ordinary chef, his skills were learned from another top chef.

Mike went to bed the latest and woke up the latest. As he yawned and walked out of his room, everyone he passed greeted him, which startled him so much that he thought they had all turned into orange juice.

Of course, Chongyue had long given up on this guy because of his lazy attitude and never participated in morning exercises.

On such a peaceful morning, Mike thought the first person to come looking for him might be Muirsey or Holheimia, but he didn't expect it to be the unremarkable Sami boy, Snow.

"Doctor, may I come in?"

The shy boy stood at the office door, peeking out cautiously, which reminded Mike of the pink-haired Scottish Fold rabbit and the tough guy Ansel.

"It's alright, please come in."

Mike responded and watched as Snowflakes cautiously walked to the desk.

The man placed his hands on the desk, interlaced his fingers, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Xue Rong lowered her head somewhat flustered and whispered, "Doctor, I have a very difficult question."

"I'm best at solving difficult problems, just tell me."

Xue Rong blinked. Having dealt with foreigners before, he couldn't tell whether Mike was serious or just being polite.

What he needed to say was urgent and could not be delayed any longer.

"Doctor, communication channels in the Sami Icefield have been cut off for a long time. The various tribes are unaware of each other's situation. We have captured the research station to restore communication between here and the rear base. So I was wondering if we could grant a few more days' grace so that my tribe can pass through here."

After hearing what Xue Rong said, Mike finally understood.

The harsh environment of the icy plains was unbearable for the Snowdrop tribe, so they decided to head south to seek opportunities.

And now is an excellent window of opportunity.

Someone has opened up a road to the south, and this group's strength overwhelms the Collapsed Body. The Snowflakes tribe must act immediately, which is why the boy is standing in front of him.

Is two days enough?

"Enough, enough."

Xue Rong was pleasantly surprised to find that the doctor was so easy to talk to; he had thought that he would have to go through a difficult communication process.

Mike agreed to Xue Rong's request. Helping him was secondary; he wanted to find out what the Sami Will's attitude would be if another tribe left the Ice Plains.

The situation in the deserted village is very special and cannot be regarded as a normal situation.

Xue Rong, unaware of the reason behind it, left after expressing his gratitude. He had to get back as quickly as possible; the good news was invaluable and he couldn't afford to be careless.

After half an hour.

"You actually agreed?"

Muirsey pursed her thin lips, looking at the man in front of her, speechless.

Time is clearly precious to them too.

"Yes, the Snowdrop tribe has at least several hundred people. Letting them go south to find a chance to survive is better than letting them stay in the north and wait to die. We just need to wait for them to arrive to know what Sami's will is all about."

Mike clearly told the water sprite that this was a test.

Muirses grasped the man's hand and whispered, "Our strength is too weak..."

“There are advantages to being weak. Do you really think these few people can save Sami? If that were the case, Yan, Ursus, and Sami would have stopped strengthening their forces in the north long ago.”

The threat of evil extends beyond the ice plains, permeating the northern regions of Terra.

Just then, Magellan, who was in charge of external communications, rushed in, pretending not to see Muirsey holding hands with the Doctor, and brought an unexpected message.

Rest today

No updates today. Congratulations to myself for completing P5R once, jumping to ten ships, and getting all achievements.

My cold hasn't gotten better yet, and I heard the hospitals are full of patients. I hope everyone can take good care of themselves.

I've finished playing P5R, but it feels like there are still so many attractions I haven't tried.

Writing a cat's leave request is so difficult; it's always a hundred words long, it's just too much.