Creator's Steam Fairy

They had no convenience for heating except the fireplace in the cabin.

Even though there is a barrier from the house, adding more quilts can deal with the sudden cold... But Loria chose to sleep willfully by the fireplace.

She had long since had enough of being shut up in the sept and living a regular life.

But now... Her own life, her own house, she can do whatever she likes.

Holding the soft cushion, she rolled two rolls back and forth on the fragrant and warm quilt, and she finished arming herself, turned into a crispy curl of pink hair, and said good night with a satisfied face.

With the warmth of the fireplace and the soft beeping sound of beech wood from time to time, Loria quickly fell asleep.As for Abigail, who was wrapped in a blanket and piled herself in the cushion—the lady didn't care anyway, and she didn't have to be tight all the time to maintain the image that a maid should be... She yawned, chattering nonchalantly Using a grate hook to fiddle with the wood through the small side window.

A large enough fireplace can keep the residual temperature for half a day. She no longer adds wood, and only sleeps when the stove burns out.

Alice, who wasn't too afraid of the cold, didn't want to grow herself on the fireplace like Pink Hair and the maid. She fiddled with a small piece of dried wood with a carving knife under the warm and dim magic light.

She wanted to carve a small pink hair, but she had no talent, so she only carved the wooden block into a wooden strip.

After pouring a glass of wine, she simply stared out the window in a daze.

There shouldn't be a cold wave in July, but there will always be various strange phenomena in the wilderness.Abnormalities are often a sign that disasters are becoming active.

Compared with the mountains, the abnormal cold wave came to the Broken Plateau a little later.

It is rare for half-fed cavalry to sit around a small bonfire. In order to avoid falling into the ditch with their horses and breaking their legs, they can only sit and pass the time after dark, waiting for the sleepiness to come— — except for the hapless Sentinel.

The sudden gust of wind roared in, easily extinguishing the thin flames, and the ensuing cold and darkness made them immediately vigilant.

Wilderness cold wave?Isn't that what happens in early spring and late autumn?

The war horse neighed in a low voice, stamping its hooves uneasily.After the sound of the wind subsided, a cavalryman lit a spare kerosene lamp.

The dancing flames dispelled the darkness in a small area, but they couldn't bring warmth... Fortunately, the temperature was only a little lower, and it was still within an acceptable range.

The cavalry wrapped their blankets tightly and moved closer to each other.

The whistling wind gradually faded away, and finally disappeared, and when they gradually became sleepy, another gust of wind blew from the direction of the mountain.

The temperature dropped again, but the howling wind was more unbearable than the low temperature. They easily took away the warmth from people, making the soldiers shiver.

Without orders, they huddled close together, even leaning on warhorses, which were far more resistant to heat or cold than men.

When the gust of wind stopped again, the cold wind as fine as willow leaves shuttled back and forth in the darkness all the time, taking away some heat every time, leaving cold traces behind.

The captain ordered to lay down the tethering posts again, so that the horses could gather together to keep warm, and at the same time protect the people from the cold wind, while the cavalry used small kerosene lamps to dig up the thin soil layer of the plateau, and wrapped them in blankets tightly together , squeezed into shallow pits.

They got a temporary respite, but the cold wind from the nearly empty horse wall swirled into every opening, and the cavalry only felt empty in their stomachs, as if they had never had dinner.

All they wanted was to stay up until tomorrow morning to catch the three women...or find their frozen bodies.

In this way, the task is completed, they can return, and they can get into the warm tent and drink a glass of strong wine.

In more distant places, such as near the small pond that Loria dug out, the exhausted cold wave didn't pass over the wooden fence and the base of the sentry tower that had just started construction until late at night.

The night watchman tightened his collar, and added a few pieces of firewood to the bonfire with a diameter of more than one meter. The night watchman, wearing half a pair of power armor, checked all the carriages and the two carriages pulled by the small steam freight machine "Buffalo". Behind the carriage, he walked to the night watchman's fire with a bottle of wine.

It's a long night, and it's always a combination of work and rest... When they drank and became brothers with the prime minister, there was a light rain from the sky.

Cursing, the two of them pulled out the rain ponchos from the camp beside them and put them on their heads.

As for those Wranglers?

A dozen infantry soldiers have to transport and guard a large amount of military supplies, which is a valuable kingdom property.They are still busy building the forward camp, and they really have no time to manage the six-legged scouts.

……

The first thing to do when waking up in the early morning is to poke your head out of the quilt, and the second thing is to retract it.

The residual temperature of the fireplace was acceptable, but it was difficult for Luria to make up her mind to leave the warm blanket.

She struggled for another 10 minutes, wanting to wait for Abigail to wake up first, but she was too embarrassed to make a noise to wake up the maid, and finally couldn't help but try to detect the surrounding temperature with her face.

It was cold enough.

Like a caterpillar, it moved to the small window on the other side of the fireplace with its coils, gritted its teeth and stretched out its arms and began to throw dried beech wood into it.

It would be great if she could summon flames by snapping her fingers like the magician in the novel.

Miss Luria, who could only clap her hands to blow a big hole in the mountain, lamented that magic is not as good as magic, she got out of the quilt tremblingly, lit the kindling and threw it into the fireplace.

With her head on the quilt, the stove hook fiddled with the wood, and by the time the warm and bright flame ignited, she had almost adjusted to the temperature in the room.

It seemed that she had done something meaningless... She made up her mind a little, threw off the quilt and ran back to the room quickly, and after a while, she came out with a posture defiant of the cold.

Wear a thick long skirt in winter with a fluffy coat and scarf, thick and fleece pantyhose on your legs, and fluffy gloves.

As long as you shrink your head, you can hide your face in the furry scarf, which can be said to be an impenetrable defense.

Now Miss Loria will not succumb to the severe cold.

She went back to the fire to warm the new clothes she had just put on, and then went out into the yard—there were little fires burning here and there in the garden, and Alice was walking among them to look after them.

"You're here." The silver-haired girl yawned exaggeratedly and said, "I'm afraid that the low temperature will damage these delicate flowers, so... Anyway, I leave it to you, I should go to sleep."

Loria smiled and waved goodbye to her. She didn't tell Alice that the flowers transplanted from the Holy Land are much more resistant to heat and cold than humans... This girl who is usually alone always has a cold face and looks innocent. Emotional companion.

There is a soft spot in my heart.

Of course, it's also possible that you're just bored and looking for something to do.

Anyway, they had more fuel than they could use up.

Chapter 46

Such a sudden drop in temperature in early July is an anomaly, and anomalies inevitably beget anomalies.

It was rare for Luria to inspect the surroundings of the hut so seriously, although Alice said that disasters erupting in the mountains will always be lighter, and the nearby mountains are so hard that it is difficult for steel drills to penetrate.

But it's always good to be careful.

Since leaving the sanctuary, she has only seen one calamity - through her description, Alice told her that it was the lowest kind of 'squirm', almost impossible to move after being drilled out of the ground, anyone, take a torch can easily resolve them.

If left alone, they will gradually condense together and become more destructive 'chrysalis' or 'crawler' - enough to threaten human life.Neither swords nor guns can cause substantial damage to them.

There are two ways to deal with them, fire or electric shock.

Electroshock weapons are expensive and rare, and often consume a lot of energy; and flames have been human beings' long-standing companions.

Lighting cheap kerosene can stop the low-level 'crawling' from advancing, and anything burning can be used as an effective weapon; and the flamethrower is the most effective weapon for slaughtering these dirty monsters.

Tap the mechanism on the nozzle, and the burning kerosene will stick to the bodies of the low-level disasters like a necrosis, until they are reduced to ashes.

A properly equipped adult can withstand a large area of ​​​​lower 'crawlers'-before the fuel is exhausted.

As time goes by, the unattended 'chrysalis' and 'crawling' will also transform into stronger forms, and often appear in groups... That is a force that cannot be stopped by individuals, and must rely on the cooperation of the team.

The armies of various countries have always been the main force to deal with disasters, but outside the big cities, remote villages without garrisons must rely on spontaneously formed militias to fight against disasters.

After every catastrophic change, there will always be more or less fish that slip through the net, and they often gather together and lurk in remote corners—these are the black-marked areas on the wilderness map.

The black areas are not static. When the huge combined force of the entire country comes, they may be wiped off the map, or they may persist; and every time a disaster breaks out, a small new black area will most likely be added .

With the power of industry, humans have regained many lands from disasters, but the seemingly endless disasters are still difficult to eradicate-without the protection of the garrison, the regained lands will be lost again.

This endless war will continue.

until one side is completely wiped out.

Is there no disaster in the sea?

That's what Loria asked.

Don't know, but the island far from the mainland is indeed a paradise outside the world.

Alice answered so.

After patrolling around a few times, Loria, who saw no abnormality, turned her head and walked towards the patio under construction. The three magic light spheres floating behind her followed closely, driving her away from the darkness in the early morning.

Although digging underground always makes her feel a little hairy, but if there are 'squirms' around, it's better to eliminate them as soon as possible.

Luo Liya didn't want to watch those stinky monsters grow up day by day under her nose, and finally became out of control.

She came to a depth of more than 20 meters, just finished the position of the vent, and continued to work downwards. If she worked harder, she might be able to open a hole at the foot of the mountain today... She had given up on digging the exit to a distant place. I plan, although this may expose the location of this small peak, but at least it is better than three and a half dudes digging a tunnel and burying themselves.

She planned to open a slanted gap that was just enough for her to pass through, and then used the rock wall as a camouflage. Even if she looked closely, she would probably only regard this exit as a naturally formed rock crevice... Even if someone really invaded from here, She could make stairs that circled the patio, and she could tear them down more easily.

Thinking of this, Loria couldn't help but feel that 'disintegration' is actually a very valuable skill, and the magic item that claims to be an ancient relic is not useless.

At least, there is nothing in this world that can lock her up anymore, and her means of escape have thus been enriched.

……

When it was getting dark, the captain fired his gun into the sky to wake up the soldiers.

They used their bodies to bear the cold wave, and were drenched in the freezing rain for half the night, and all had symptoms of hypothermia to varying degrees.

Dizziness, hunger, weakness of limbs, hypothermia, chills.

"Leave me all the rations and water. You return, prepare for supplies and seek support."

It was not out of concern and love for his subordinates, but because he had the best physical fitness, so he made the most beneficial decision for the task.

The remaining supplies of the five people are enough for him to support him for another two days. He can explore forward alone. If he is lucky, he can complete the task. If he is unlucky... at least he can get a general direction.

As for the four people who were ordered to return, they handed over all the supplies without hesitation.

Hungry for one or two days and go back to the camp for a full meal, or wait to die together in this frozen wilderness?

Very good choice.

As for giving up the mission completely... No one dared to mention it, nor did they dare to bear the consequences—five scouts chased and lost three girls in the wilderness.

……

In the early morning of July 7, the city of Zambia, the Britannian embassy in Zambia.

At the end of the aisle where people come and go, in a temporary office full of sundries, a young civil servant in his 30s is busy sorting out letters.

A large number of civil servants and military officials have poured into this building recently, and it is an excellent treatment to have a warehouse for office.

Speaking of the recent top diplomatic affairs of the Britannian Empire, that is to vigorously support the plan of the Kingdom of Zambia to conquer the west—it is best to open up the east and northwest separated by the wilderness at one time.

The reason why the Britannian Empire, which aided Zambia with a large amount of manpower and material resources, acted in this way was naturally not because of the "traditional friendship" as stated in the external propaganda.

Supporting engineering equipment and helping Zambia build a railway across the wilderness, connecting the east and the northwest, is for a 30-year railway franchise. The empire can use this railway to continuously transport resources from the West Sea to the South Sea—this is Can strengthen the empire's influence in the southern sea area.

As for supporting weapons and equipment and dispatching expeditionary forces, on the one hand, the empire was worried that it would be difficult to achieve its goals with the strength of Zambia; on the other hand, it also allowed the expeditionary forces to conduct some less-intensive actual combat training.

Of course, the above two reasons are not important at all.

Britannia's ambition is to become the overlord of the sky and the sea, and the Queen and the Parliament have always had little interest in matters on the mainland.

The real reason is - a too weak Gibia kingdom is not in the interests of the empire, it will only allow the northern neighbors of Gibia to take advantage of it; while a slightly stronger Gibia kingdom can be used from time to time Disgusting the Republic of Galia, preventing them from becoming the overlord of the continent again.

perfect!

Chapter 47 Joanna

Inside the temporary office transformed from a sundry warehouse.

"Earl Benedy sent a letter to ask for my opinion on how to treat Gallia's request for our country to change the official document and the official name of the country."

The young civil official held up the letter and muttered to himself, and then spread a blank letter paper on the table, preparing to write down his suggestions.

"Huh? Galia changed her name again? What is it this time?"

A slightly magnetic female voice sounded.

"Their president declared himself emperor last month, and it is now called the Gallian Empire."

"Oh, it's the same as us."

"probably."

The young civil official didn't even want to look up at the woman. Although the slit dance skirt of Zian Biago was very eye-catching, he knew the details of this woman a little bit, and he didn't have the slightest intention to be charming.

He continued to write on the letter paper and said to himself: "Because of the Buga trade treaty that is being drafted, I should agree to the request of Ambassador Gallia..."

"However, we also have unavoidable difficulties. Our country's huge and bloated cultural management system leads to low administrative efficiency, and the scattered and small territory makes it difficult for local government agencies to act in a unified way... Presumably the ambassador of Gallia will agree with these reasons very much, and he will certainly be able to understand the changes The large number of documents and the unification of the changes in the use of the name of the Gallian Empire by various official offices will take some time to be done."

"Like three years or more."

"At that time... Maybe we will receive a note requesting to change the name to the Republic of Gallia again."

"so……"