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

"how is the situation?"

"The situation is relatively stable. Miss Adele has provided appropriate treatment for some of the wounded."

Destreet seemed to remember something as she said this, and frowned, "Some people are very emotionally unstable. I've temporarily arranged for them to be in private rooms alone. Mike, if you have any ideas, use them now. I have a very bad feeling about this. Even a little bit of psychological comfort would be helpful."

"Actually, it's already very good."

Mike's words made Destreet look at him with a strange expression.

“I had imagined a much worse scenario than what we are now, where we would have no choice but to flee. But look at us now, not only have we not run away, but we have also gathered more than a hundred people. These people can help us form a militia to resist the invasion of the evil forces. Moreover, we can also try to secure the arrival of rescue.”

"You mean the rescue efforts in Sami?"

When Destle finished speaking, she looked up at Mike. She wanted to say that there would be no more rescues and that Sammy's situation must be terrible, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

After all, she was doing registration work, and many people nearby were watching her every move.

This team, which easily took control of the transit station, became their last hope.

Destreet is a top-notch lawyer. Many of her clients have been overwhelmed by desperate and painful events, but now that it has happened to her, she realizes just how terrible the pressure of this burden is.

For no apparent reason, she thought of the gleaming Radiant Knight.

Faced with the complex environment of the Great Knight Territory, is the Radiant Knight also holding on like she is today, gritting her teeth and refusing to let herself fall?

"Don't think too much. From now on, we are safe. I have already had Frostnova reinforce the perimeter of the transit station. Unless those demons grow wings and fly in, this place is impregnable."

"I hope so."

Destreet gave a smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

……

Sami Icefield.

The headquarters of the Joint Investigation Association.

A pink-haired Sarkaz, carrying a striking large bow, ran to the office entrance and asked, "What's going on today?"

The staff member shook his head: "We don't know yet."

do not know?

Why don't you know?

Based on the experience of the pink-haired Sarkaz, most events can be resolved, and there is no possibility that no answer can be found.

When she went out today, her older sister told her to be very careful, as her future might very well come to an end.

This is a very dangerous warning.

Her life is in danger.

As a professional, the pink-haired Sarkaz knew exactly what he had to do.

"How long has it been since we made contact with the transit points in the south?"

"One or two days. The last convoy that came was before the blizzard and they were all safe and sound. It's only been two days, so there shouldn't be any accidents."

Actually, the most dangerous thing on the Sami Icefield is the weather.

Harsh weather not only takes away a lot of heat, but can even threaten people's lives.

Pink Sarkaz, having reached this point, was unwilling to continue. She wasn't good at these things, and forcing herself to think would only make her drowsy.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now. If we still don't hear anything in two days, we should send someone over to check it out."

The girl put down the documents in her hand and turned to walk out.

For some reason, she felt that there were more people in the base camp a few days ago.

The answer that the population has increased is vague.

Overall, more and more people are going on expeditions to Sami.

Not long ago, Colombians filmed an advertisement and sent it to all outsiders willing to come and explore.

Several major companies have made it clear that if they can conduct a thorough exploration of the ice sheet, they can reap rich rewards, no less than those from Colombia's westward expansion in the past.

If you missed that nationwide event because of your age, now is the best time.

The Sarkaz girl hated this kind of guidance that prioritized money.

Because these people are simply unprofessional, even somewhat foolish, and blindly confident that entering the ice field will bring them the wealth they deserve.

If that's really the case, there shouldn't be such a long death list since the United Exploration Association was founded.

They came to the ice field to their deaths.

39. Melander Foundation

"Miss Typhon, do you have any other questions?"

Typhon, who was pondering the outsiders, snapped out of his reverie upon hearing the teller's words. She realized she had been lost in thought and said apologetically, "Sorry, I've been quite busy lately."

"I understand, everyone is very busy."

The girl thought to herself, as for those explorers who were determined to go to their deaths on the ice plains, let them go. Most of them were as stubborn as mules and couldn't be persuaded.

"I should leave here."

Without realizing it, Typhon fell into deep thought again, uttering a strange remark. The teller opposite him probably didn't hear him clearly and quickly asked, "Miss Typhon, what did you just say?"

"I said……"

Typhon snapped out of his daze for the second time, quickly swallowing back the words he was about to say. He smiled and said, "Sorry, just pretend I was rambling earlier."

"It's alright, thank you for your hard work." The teller's attitude was as kind as ever.

For some reason, when Typhon looked at the other person's face, he felt that the other person's facial expression was somewhat blurry, and that one eye was unusually bright.

Does this land really have such bright eyes?

She instinctively gripped the giant bow she carried with her, but the next second her subconscious told her she had to leave.

"Thank you for your help. Everything's fine now. See you later."

Typhon got up and left. As he walked to the door of the office, he seemed to feel several eyes fixed on him.

This kind of thing had happened before, so she was used to it.

After all, she is a Sarkaz, and her weapon is indeed quite unique.

After leaving the headquarters office, Typhon wandered aimlessly through the streets, pondering a certain question, but when she tried to think about it carefully, she couldn't figure out what she was thinking about.

For no apparent reason, she looked up and saw herself standing at the entrance to the base camp.

"I want to leave, I don't want to stay here?"

The Sarkaz girl, weathered by life, seemed to subconsciously guide her actions to distance herself from the United Investigation Association's headquarters.

What exactly is in the wilderness?

Or is there something wrong with this camp?

The girl received no answer.

At times like these, Typhon always chooses to follow his heart.

Elki said that her combat awareness was extremely strong. People like them who have walked on the edge of life and death will always subconsciously offer the best advice.

Since she has said time and again that she wants to leave, then let's go now.

The girl gripped the giant bow again, not even having time to pack her luggage at the inn. With only enough dry rations for two or three days, she quickly found her snowmobile and hurriedly left.

Snowmobiles were not originally available in the Sami Icefield. When Colombians came to the icefield and actively developed its tourism value, they brought this convenient vehicle to the Sami people.

It has to be said that this thing is much faster than two legs, and even animal-drawn sleds are far less efficient.

The only problem is that fuel costs are extremely high in icy and snowy environments, making them unaffordable for ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, Typhon had driven more than a hundred meters. When she slowly stopped and looked back at the base camp, a gloomy feeling lingered in her heart.

Her intuition wouldn't be wrong; something must have gone wrong at headquarters, something that might even threaten her life.

Damn it, even her perception has become distorted!

The Sami Icefield has been very turbulent these past few months, and no one can explain what's going on. Even praying to the gods has yielded no effective answers.

Mom, what should I do?

……

Sami transit station.

Mike sat in a chair, looking at the tables that Destreet and Astral Statistics had compiled.

The number of survivors remaining at the transit station is as high as 156, of whom more than 30 are almost incapacitated, including the elderly, untrained children, and women.

These people are no longer reliable.

“Mr. Mike, we have made a new discovery.”

Andorn walked in from outside.

The angel looked disheveled and exhausted after several battles, proving that these Lateran people should not be underestimated.

They have faith, an iron will, and a steadfast character.

Mike put down the form he was holding, looked up and asked, "What's wrong? Any breakthrough?"

“We found a guy who claimed to be the manager of the transit station.”

"The administrator didn't run away?"

Mike immediately became interested.

"Yes, but I don't know why. When we found him, he was hiding in his closet. Do you want to see him now?"

"Of course, right now. And while you're at it, call Destreet for me. We need to have a friendly meeting."

Before long, in a room that had been cleared out of the small bar, Mike waited for his guest.

The transit station administrator was a middle-aged man with gray hair, fine crow's feet around his eyes, and a pale face. His eyes darted around as if afraid that another monster might jump out from somewhere.

Mike could understand; after all, the war wasn't over, and the transit station, riddled with holes from the attack, was vulnerable to the possibility of those monsters returning to take everyone's lives at any moment.