In the morning, the central No. 10 greenhouse was still a little deserted, and in front of the dark-colored greenhouse gate, a team of mercenaries was tidying up their salutes.

Unlike ordinary mercenaries, they seem to be exceptionally well-equipped.

Whether it is a standard winter-proof suit, a rifle and handcuff with a scope, or a spacious and comfortable snow thermostat vehicle, these equipment that ordinary mercenaries simply cannot possess seem to indicate that they come from a regular and large mercenary group.

In fact, it is also true, judging by their armbands, it is clear that these people are from the same place.

Although this symbol has only appeared on the ice sheet in recent years, no one can deny its popularity today.

It belongs to the largest mercenary group on the Central Ice Field, and most people like to call them the Center of Fire.

Well, it's a team of mercenaries from the Central Mercenary Regiment.

At this time, they should be on a delivery mission.

This can be seen from the fact that they are shipping goods in boxes.

"Is it really okay for us to do this kind of personal work?" In the group, a young-looking woman asked her companion as she carried a box in her hand.

There were six people in the team, four men and two women.

The woman who asked the question appeared to be the youngest one, and it was a middle-aged male in the line who responded to her.

"You're new here, so you don't understand. Our Central Mercenary Regiment has a large number of people, so most of the time, it is not directly assigned tasks from within the regiment. On the other hand, subordinate members are free to undertake commissions in the name of the Central Corps, while the regiment is responsible for providing equipment and resources. As for the remuneration received, the Corps collects 30 percent, and we collect 70 percent. Therefore, for those of us who are peripheral troops, it is impossible to support ourselves by staying in the Corps station all the time, and it is the norm to perform tasks outside. ”

"Not to mention whether we take on private work or not, as long as we don't get paid for it, everything else is allowed by the Corps." The answer was a slightly younger-looking male, who was sitting in the carriage, calibrating the crosshair of his rifle and biting on a piece of jerky in his mouth.

"This, that's it." The woman who asked the first question nodded, and continued to bury her head in the lifting of things.

She's not very good at talking, as everyone in the team knows.

"Alright, Cortana, you can rest for a while. Ed, don't fiddle with your rifle there, I didn't see you shoot very accurately when the beast attacked, come and move something! ”

The middle-aged man seems to be very dignified in the team, and if nothing else, he should be the captain of this team.

"Yes······" The young man in the carriage pursed his lips helplessly, put away his rifle and walked out of the carriage.

The sun was still a little dim in the sky, and the plan was to set off before the sun had fully risen and deliver supplies to an astronomical observatory in the ice field.

This is undoubtedly an easy task, compared to the work of hunting wild beasts.

However, it is still extremely dangerous to travel to the ice field in such cold weather.

No one can feel at ease, they only hope that this time there will be no additional danger.

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In the warehouse of the observatory, there are quite an abundance of supplies, which is beyond Yanagihara's expectations.

Although the number has been used almost, the variety is still quite complete, including some rare things that are not usually seen at all.

It may be because the old man does have a certain say in the Central No. 10 greenhouse, so even now, he lives alone outside, but the resources provided to him regularly in the greenhouse are still well prepared and thorough.

Finding what he needed, Yanagihara went outside to walk around the depths of the ice field a few more times, and then brought back a few Lu Eagle eggs.

At first, the old man and Al were a little worried about her going out, but as time went on, the two became more and more surprised.

It was probably on the sixth day, Yanagihara prepared all the ingredients and finally served a hot piece of cake to the table.

Under the curious gaze of the old man and El, she took the first bite. To be honest, Yanagihara has a sweet tooth, but unfortunately on the ice field, most of the time there are no such conditions.

It wasn't that the old man had never seen this fluffy food baked with flour and other ingredients, but due to environmental factors, most of the bread he ate was relatively easy to preserve.

He really hadn't eaten food like Yanagihara's food, which was quite perishable at first glance.

Not to mention Al, who doesn't even know what dry bread is.

However, after trying it, both the old man and Al fell in love with the fluffy and sweet taste.

At least by the time Yanagihara was ready to enjoy the second piece, they had already dealt with all the remnants of the plate.

"Again, Hara, you always have unexpected talents." Perhaps a little full, the old man leaned back in his seat, touched his stomach and said.

"Let's do this tomorrow." Al, on the other hand, has already set his mind on tomorrow's lunch.

"The remaining ingredients are only enough to make one or two more times, and it is impossible to eat them every day." Yanagihara casually reached out and tapped Al's head and said slowly.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was recalling some of the past.

Maybe people are like this when they are old, and they will always sigh inadvertently and sigh.

sigh about your past and sigh at the past.

In Yanagihara's heart, there is a girl who used to like cake as well.

She treats the girl as if she were her own, but unfortunately she also understands that she can't stay by the other person's side forever.

Because in this world, there are always some choices that are helpless but inevitable.

Yanagihara is a person who can't die, so she can't always stay in one place, or she'll be mistaken for a monster.

She belonged to this ice field, as if her life had been frozen as well. It won't get old, it won't die, it won't hurt, it won't be cold, but it can only walk in the ice and snow until the day it melts.

Like most people's impression of her, Yanagihara is a wanderer, she can't stay, she can only keep walking.

That's why it's so important for her to go back to her hometown and stop.

Yanagihara was already tired, she was so tired, in this winter that was too long.