"Click."

The sound of a lighter ringing rang out in the small room, and an orange-red flame danced as it lit a cigarette in its mouth.

The spark boiled the tobacco little by little, and the mouth with the cigarette was full of stubble, and it took a deep breath, then slowly lifted it up, and exhaled a rich puff of smoke.

Smoke wafted through the air, with some of the characteristic smell of tobacco in the air.

In the room, the captain of the greenhouse guard held the cigarette between his two fingers, raised his gaze, and looked at the person sitting across from him.

The light in the room was dim, perhaps because of the angle of the light, and he didn't fully see each other at first glance, but only left a preemptive impression.

The man was a woman, a rather scruffy woman.

Yanagihara sat there with her hands in the pockets of her coat and her feet on the table in front of her, her short knife and pistol had been pulled out and placed in front of the display table beside her.

Al sat next to Yanagihara, his head half-bowed.

She wasn't very used to the smell of cigarettes, so she coughed quietly from time to time.

Small rooms are always overwhelming.

Yanagihara didn't care about the smell of smoke in the room, after all, she was also a smoker.

After glancing at the captain of the greenhouse guard in front of her, she silently stopped and glanced around.

There was something solemn about the atmosphere in the room.

Yanagihara and Al didn't go directly to the greenhouse, as they still had to go through the vetting of the greenhouse guards before that.

Every team and person who wants to enter the greenhouse must be inspected, of course, this inspection is only a routine inspection, and it is generally not very strict.

It's just that this time it's a little different, because the people who are going to enter the greenhouse this time are different from the previous ones.

Or it can be said that the guards soldiers of greenhouse No. 4 have never seen such a person yet.

The wild wolves that had been slain under the greenhouse walls were still lying there, reminding every soldier of the danger in front of them.

Even if the other party was a human with a child, no one dared to let their guard down.

The soldiers stood on either side of the door, rifle in hand, but their eyes remained motionless at Yanagihara.

I don't know how long it was, but it was about half of the cigarette in the captain's hand that he said the first words to Yanagihara.

"Hello ma'am, I'm the captain of the guard of Greenhouse No. 4 in the West, you can call me Wadson."

"Okay, Wadson." Yanagihara bowed his head slightly at the self-proclaimed Wadson Captain of the Guard.

She had also been to many greenhouses during her wanderings in the ice field, and she was very familiar with the routine inspection of greenhouses, but she rarely encountered situations where she was personally questioned by the captain of the guard.

"Hmm." Wadson nodded, took off his dark blue military hat and placed it on the table, and continued.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, it's a routine review of entering the greenhouse, and I'm going to ask you to answer them truthfully."

"I understand." Yanagihara didn't interject, nor did he have any objections, just flatly agreed to Wadson's request.

Her cooperation relieved both Wadson and the soldiers behind him.

Because if Yanagihara makes any drastic moves, they will indeed be very embarrassed.

"So." Wadson gathered his thoughts, put his hands in front of him, and asked aloud.

"Please tell me your name first, ma'am."

"Yanagihara." Without an extra stop, Yanagihara answered Wadson's question.

Hearing the name, Wadson raised his brow and looked at Yanagihara.

"It's a special name, I don't know where you're from?"

At least as far as he can remember, there are some places in the neighborhood that don't have such a name.

Where are you from?

It seems that too many people have asked this question, which makes Yanagihara's answer almost habitual.

"I don't remember exactly, but I remember that it was a far away place, and one day I left it and wandered all the way here."

This answer made Al on the side distracted, because she remembered that Yanagihara had told her the same thing at the time.

Wandering all the way from the ice fields?

Wadson's brow furrowed, he could hardly imagine that a man or a group could wander so far on the icefield that they forgot to set out.

But in the current situation, he can only choose to believe Yanagihara's answer first, even if he still has reservations in his heart.

"Okay, Ms. Nahara, is it really just the purpose of your visit to Greenhouse No. 4 to deliver a message?"

Wadson lowered his eyes and looked at the envelope on the table that Yanagihara had taken out earlier.

Obviously, he still can't accept the letter delivery staff who appear in that way.

He had seen with his own eyes the picture of the person in front of him jumping into the air four or five meters in the air and cutting the throat of a giant wolf more than two meters high.

Shouldn't a normal letter sender be the kind of guy next door who rides a bicycle, wears a light green hat, and has a gentle smile on his face······

"Yes."

Unfortunately, Yanagihara couldn't give Wadson any other answer, and she said as she looked at Al on the side.

"I accepted her commission to deliver this letter to a man named Alice here. Of course, in fact I'm going to go a little further east to do something myself. ”

Entrust?

Wadson followed Yanagihara's gaze to Al at the table, and his eyes paused again.

He couldn't think of what kind of commission this little girl who looked like she was no more than ten years old.

After a moment's silence, perhaps with good intentions, he asked.

"With all due respect, I wonder if you know the address of this lady Alice?"

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There was a half-silence in the room.

Yanagihara looked at Al with blank eyes, Al looked at Waldson with blank eyes, and Waldson looked at Yanagihara with blank eyes.

For a long time, the corners of Wadson's eyes twitched, and then, I don't know whether it was clear or helpless, he pulled his mouth.

It was clear that neither of them knew where the man named Alice lived.

A girl entrusts a wanderer to cross the ice field to deliver a letter to a person whose address is unknown.

As a greenhouse guard, Wadson has also met many clients and employees.

But it was still one of the most ridiculous commissions he had ever seen in his tenure.

Fortunately, as a mature and reliable middle-aged man, even in the face of such a ridiculous commission, he still came up with a solution in a short period of time.

Looking at Yanagihara, Wadson suddenly had an idea.

Or rather, he already had some ideas in this regard, but the current situation made him think about the feasibility of this idea again.

After a brief moment of silence, Wadson coughed, as if he had made a decision.

"If you don't know where this Lady Alice lives, maybe I can give you a suggestion." He said.

Yanagihara didn't expect Al to know where his sister lived, but he thought about it.

Although it is unknown for what reason, her sister left Greenhouse 3 because of a commission.

But since the two have been separated for so long and have no connection with each other, it is understandable that Al does not know his sister's address.

Yanagihara rolled his eyes slightly, looking at Al beside him with his peripheral vision, and the girl's expression became nervous again.

The girl seems to be nervous easily, perhaps because of a lack of security, she always keeps her head down and avoids the gaze of others.

Taking his gaze away from Al, Yanagihara looked back at Wadson, who was sitting across from him, and nodded.

"I'd like to hear it."

"Hmm." Wadson glanced Yanagihara up and down with his eyes, touching his stubb-covered chin.

He saw Yanagihara's actions in his eyes, and he had to say that this wanderer's behavior was somewhat unexpected to him.

Most people don't take a girl's ridiculous commission seriously, but this wanderer named Yanagihara seems to be surprisingly serious.

Is it the type of person who accepts a commission and focuses on completing it?

Wadson raised an eyebrow.

That's not bad, maybe you can leave things to her more confidently.

With this in mind, he lowered his hand and offered his own proposal.

"As the captain of the guard of this greenhouse, I have access to the addresses and some information of the inhabitants and the people entering and exiting, and if you wish, I can help you find this lady named Alice."

At this point, he didn't finish his words directly, but paused for a moment, then looked at Yanagihara with his eyes, and continued.

"But Ms. Yanagihara, I would like to make a commission to you. Of course, we will pay you separately, I wonder if you are willing to accept it? ”

Wadson's meaning was simple, he wanted to make a commission to Yanagihara, either personally or from Greenhouse No. 4.

But whatever the origin, the commission meant that Yanagihara needed to stay here for a while.

This time, Yanagihara was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, as if he was deliberating.

She was going to the east, and the original plan was not to stop at Greenhouse 4, but if she accepted the commission, she would have to spend some extra time here.

But it's just time, isn't it?

Yanagihara's eyes closed slightly, and there was a casual look between his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a little silence.

The last thing she lacked was obviously this kind of thing.

"Yes."

After the silence, Yanagihara gave his own reply.

Just like her style, it's simple and clear.

Wadson's look was a little lighter, and things were going his way, at least so far.

"I'm glad you're willing to take it."

He flicked the cigarette roll in his hand with his index finger briskly, and landed a few cigarette ash bullets on the table.

"Then we will help you find Ms. Alice's address as soon as possible, and when you are done with the matter at hand, I will also tell you the details of the commission, I hope we have a happy cooperation."

"Well, no problem." Yanagihara replied lightly, the expression on her face was still lazy and loose, making it difficult for others to see any emotion in her expression.

"Then Ms. Yanagihara." Wadson stood up from his seat and smiled as he held out a hand to Yanagihara.

"Welcome to Greenhouse No. 4 in the West."

Yanagihara also stood up, and simply reached out and shook Wadson's hand.

It was only then that the lights in the room illuminated her entire face, and Wadson was able to get a formal view of the wanderer.

After a closer look, Wadson was a little surprised.

Because this wanderer, who looked rather sloppy, was actually very handsome when he looked closely.

Yes, this unusually handsome woman, although it is strange to say this, but it is true.

And judging from her appearance, she is only about twenty years old at most.

In this way, if the other party had really wandered in the ice field for many years, then she should have been just a girl when she entered the ice field.

What kind of life would a young girl live if she wanted to survive alone on the ice field?

And how far do you need to survive it?

Thinking of this, Wadson looked at Yanagihara with more thought in his eyes.

Because if that's the case, then Yanagihara is undoubtedly a person to be admired.

Wadson knows the cruelty of the ice field, and he knows that few people dare to face it.

The people who can come out of it obviously have a will that surpasses ordinary people.

Unconsciously, Wadson's impression of Yanagihara seems to have changed a lot.

After the inspection, things became much easier, and Wadson returned all of Yanagihara's belongings to Yanagihara.

And in order to facilitate contact, he also gave Yanagihara a guard communicator, through this little thing, as long as he is in the fourth greenhouse, he can contact Yanagihara anytime and anywhere.

By the way, Yanagihara and Al were also arranged, and in Wadson's words, Yanagihara needed a hot bath.

Do you need to take a bath, Yanagihara is not clear about this.

So she pulled up her clothes and sniffed them.

Hmm······

She thought she might have found another reason for the wolves to escape.

The smell is like a corpse that has been decomposing for ten days and has been soaked in expired junk wine.

It's about to be lethal.