Yanagihara was woken up in a trance by a voice, as countless blood dripped on her face, when her coat almost turned brownish-red.

"You, hello, ma'am." The voice seemed nervous, tentative, but surprisingly without any fear.

Yanagihara turned his head and saw the person coming, then froze for a moment and spoke.

"Oh, it's you, boy."

She still remembers De Rosso, the young and eccentric painter.

"Yes, it's me." Finding that Yanagihara still remembered himself, De Roso's face turned a little redder and looked a little more nervous.

Since they are acquaintances, things are much simpler after that.

At De Rosso's invitation, Yanagihara re-climbed the canyon and took Al on a detour to the bottom of the cliff to have lunch with them.

Al was a little scared, so after introducing himself, he just sat by Yanagihara's side, keeping his head down and not saying a word.

As for De Rosso, don't look at the manipulation in his heart, but when Yanagihara sat down opposite him, he immediately became cramped and uneasy, and couldn't say a word.

As a result, Yanagihara was basically chatting with a few employees throughout the meal.

Of course, most of Yanagihara was just answering.

Probably because their lives were saved, several of the hirers seemed unusually enthusiastic.

"Come, Hara, and try the craft of Old Kent." One of them, a middle-aged hired man named Kent, handed Yanagihara a can of boiled broth.

"Well, thank you." Yanagihara put down the short knife he was wiping in his hand and took the broth.

I didn't care about the dull taste, and took a sip silently.

I have to say that people in this era really don't enjoy it very well. Most of these things are just enough to eat.

The mercenary's captain was called Maika, and he was sitting on Yanagihara's right hand, looking down at the dagger that Yanagihara had casually placed aside.

From the battle just now, he could be sure that this short knife was undoubtedly extremely strong.

For he had seen the snow worm's slime dripping on it, but leaving no trace.

I also saw it pierce straight into the muscles of the "monster" that even bullets could not penetrate.

I also saw that when it blocked the falling rolling stones, it did not bend in the slightest.

I really don't know what this knife is made of.

Maika thought as she drank the broth in her hand as she carefully examined the blade.

But the appearance of the short knife made him feel shocked the first time he saw it, because the blade of this knife was already full of chips, and it looked tattered.

What kind of battles do you have to go through to be able to use such a knife like this?

Maika thought in disbelief, her pupils constricting slightly.

Looking at the gap in the blade, he could almost imagine how many beasts this knife had killed in the hands of its owner.

Some beasts may even be extremely large, because only then can they leave a scar on the knife.

This scarred blade is undoubtedly a warrior's medal, and every wound on it is a symbol of victory.

Thinking of this, Maika looked into Yanagihara's eyes with deep admiration.

He understood that it was obviously impossible for such a blade to have only one generation of masters, and since Yanagihara was able to inherit it, it must have also experienced a brutal battle.

What will that battle be like?

Maika couldn't help but yearn for it, he respected the strong, and he also respected the warriors, so Yanagihara had become a respectable person in his eyes.

Is it also a hunt about "monsters"?

Thinking of Yanagihara's relaxed appearance when he killed the worm, Maika couldn't help but think so.

It is very likely, because I am afraid that only a "monster" can make a warrior like her seriously fight.

Thinking of this, Maika's thoughts suddenly became more free.

He even fantasized about an organization that specialized in hunting "monsters", and Yanagihara was one of them.

Ahem, in fact, from a certain point of view, he was not wrong, but it was a long time ago.

Yanagihara did join an organization that specialized in hunting "monsters", but by now, that organization should have long since fallen behind.

"Hara, aren't you cold?" Jester, the last mercenary in the team, looked at Yanagihara's "cool" outfit and asked out loud in confusion.

"Oh." For this kind of question, which he was used to, Yanagihara held the broth and replied lightly.

"I'm good at getting used to the cold, so I walk on the ice a lot."

"That's it." Jester looked at Yanagihara and grabbed his hair, and then smiled heartily: "It's really enviable, if only I could not be afraid of the cold, the price of a cold-proof clothing is not low." ”

"Hmm." Yanagihara nodded approvingly.

"Still." Kent, a middle-aged man, listened to the words of the two, and the old god shook the jar in his hand on the ground and said.

"The weather on the ice sheet has been a lot warmer lately, hasn't it? I remember when I left the greenhouse a few years ago, I didn't dare to go out of the tent at night, otherwise I might not be able to come back. ”

"Well, that's right." Speaking of this, Jester also glanced at the sky above him and muttered.

"It hasn't snowed on the ice sheet for two weeks now, which is almost impossible in previous years."

Listening to their conversation, Yanagihara also raised his brow undeniably, indeed, the weather in the ice field this year is really too good to be true.

She can't feel the temperature change, but she can still see the sunlight or something, can't she?

The wind and snow have become less, and she can clearly feel this.

It must be admitted that the topic that will never seem abrupt between strangers is to chat about it.

And sometimes, it can also quickly bring people closer together.

Like now, the atmosphere around the snowmobile has become much more relaxed, at least not as silent as it was at the beginning.

"That's right." At this time, Maika, who had been sitting on the side, suddenly spoke.

"Yuan, what are you going to do when you come to Bingyuan?"

Hearing this, Kent and Jester's eyes were also drawn in.

Because the combination of a traveler and a child is a little too special on the ice field, either way.

"That's it." Yanagihara sat cross-legged on the ground and glanced at Al beside him.

"We're going to go east and do something."

"Really?" Hearing the word east, Maika's eyes showed a little surprise.

Then he exchanged glances with the other two mercenaries as if he had made a decision, and continued.

"So, can we ask you something?"

"Huh?" Yanagihara naturally noticed the other party's small movements, but he didn't say anything.

"Tell me about it."

If it was reasonable and not bothersome, she wouldn't mind helping.

"Okay." Maika nodded, glancing regretfully at the corpse of the snow worm in the distance.

"I'm sure you've seen it, we lost a teammate in the trouble we just had. But for the next few days, we will continue to escort this Mr. De Rosso to the eastern ice wall. The problem is that the three of us will probably not be able to fully cope with the unexpected situation that follows. ”

"So Yuan, if you're going to the east too, can you go all the way with us, we're willing to pay you for one of you."

"Yes, yes, yes." At this point, De Roso, who was sitting on the side, also came to his senses and spoke excitedly.

"Yuan, Ms. Yuan, come with us, it's more crowded and lively, isn't it."

Both Jester and Kent secretly despised the apparently innocent fellow, but neither said anything.

After all, traveling on the ice field is always dangerous, and Yanagihara will obviously be a reliable teammate, and if she can join, it will be equivalent to adding a layer of insurance to this mission.

No one wouldn't want to be a little more secure in their lives, would they?

"The ice wall to the east?" Yanagihara thought about it briefly, and had the impression that he seemed to be on the way.

"And what's the pay?"

"A hundred grams of rare ore." De Rosso said with his eyes shining.

"And if you want to continue east, I can also provide you with a map of the ice fields."

De Roso's words made Maika look at her slightly.

Because he knew De Rosso's map, the map was very large, and I heard that he asked a traveling merchant to buy it at a great price.

Although they could go back to the greenhouse even without the map, he was a little surprised that De Rosso gave the map out like this.

Recalling some of the boy's strange behaviors along the way, he always felt a little strange inexplicably.

But what is strange, he can't say.

"Map?" Yanagihara took a sip of the broth and continued.

"Can you show me?"

"Of course." De Rosso graciously took out the map and spread it out in front of Yanagihara.

Yanagihara lowered his head and examined it carefully for a while, and had to admit that this map was indeed very finely drawn, and the scope was unusually wide.

Stretching from Greenhouse No. 3 in the West to Greenhouse No. 7 in the East, such a map is rare in these years.

"Yes." After confirming the value of the map, Yanagihara immediately agreed to De Rosso's request.

It just so happened that she didn't remember the road to the East and West Ice Fields very clearly.

If you have a map, it's better than walking around on your own.

"Great." De Rosso smiled and put away the map, and then, as if remembering something, scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said.

"Ms. Yuan, I apologize once again for those words I said to you last time, obviously I misunderstood you that day, I'm sorry."

"Nothing." Yanagihara's flat expression was rare and strange, to be honest, she still hadn't figured out what had happened that day.

After lunch, De Rosso went to tidy up.

The three mercenaries, McKa, Kent, and Jester, get together and throw a small funeral for their teammates. Although the only things that can be buried are some of her relics and a hand.

There is no one else around.

At this time, Al who was sitting next to Yanagihara finally opened his mouth and said loudly.

"Yanagihara, the way you killed that monster just now is very unfamiliar."

Her voice was very soft, and if it weren't for Yanagihara's unusual hearing, I am afraid she would not be able to hear clearly.

"Really?" Yanagihara smiled bitterly and said as he drank a glass of snow water in his hand.

"Hmm." Al nodded calmly, lowered his eyes, and after a while, slowly raised his gaze again and asked.

"Yanagihara, do you hate them?"

This time Yanagihara was silent for a while, until she finished drinking the water in her glass.

"Hate." The wanderer replied with a smile.

"Because they used to kill my friends."

"Right in front of me······"