The mercenaries, who knew what they were celebrating, should have been a little more active, sitting in their seats, chatting about the stories they had heard about the universe.

Aliens, starships, endless galaxies, things that were obviously too far away for them before, now seem to be getting closer, as if the veil of mystery will be unveiled at any moment.

Even the old people join in their nonsense, and from time to time make their own scientific opinions and opinions on the stories in their mouths that have obviously been detached from common sense.

If it weren't for Yanagihara knowing that this person was talking serious nonsense, I'm afraid he would have been caught up in it.

It must have been a while before someone finally turned their attention to the square pastry in the center of the table.

"By the way, Mr. Aztod, what is this?" A mercenary asked, pointing to the cake.

He seemed to have asked a lot of people's thoughts, and most people's eyes were drawn to it.

"Oh, this one." The old man smiled and looked at Yanagihara, who was standing aside watering the flower bed: "This is a dessert made by my friend Yanagihara, it tastes quite good, you can try it." ”

For a moment, almost everyone present looked at the "staff" in the garden who had been silent, which made Yanagihara turn his head in surprise.

She's supposed to be a pretty person, and that's probably the first thought that comes to mind when she looks at her mercenaries.

It's just that this kind of beauty is also mixed with an equally undeniable handsomeness, so that the other party's appearance seems a little neutral.

The worn-out brown coat made her look less like a researcher and more like a wanderer.

The muscles with hard lines but not bloated seem to indicate that she is definitely not a scientific researcher who has no ability to protect herself.

In other words, she gives people the impression that she is obviously more like a mercenary, and she is also the kind with extremely outstanding ability.

Probably after a short period of silence, Yanagihara seemed to have finally noticed something, slowly nodded to everyone, and introduced himself.

"My name is Yanagihara, and I'm a passing traveler, so I'm staying here temporarily because of the weather."

"That's Al." As she spoke, she pointed to the girl who was squatting not far away, and paused to explain.

"She's my sister."

I see, isn't it the staff of the institute?

The mercenaries thought of it, nodded, and briefly got to know Yanagihara separately.

Then, with Yanagihara's permission, everyone divided the cake with knives. The cake wasn't big, but it wasn't small, enough for a dozen people to get a small piece each.

When this fluffy and sweet pastry was eaten, the mercenaries were conquered in the first place.

The female employee who applied for the photo at the beginning was even more excited to take more than a dozen pictures of the pastries in her hand.

But it was at this time that Yanagihara noticed the badges they pinned to their chests and arms, all of which had the word "center" written on them.

This gave her a sense of foreboding.

"Are you all from the same mercenary group?" Pretending to be casual as he walked up to a mercenary, Yanagihara asked "accidentally".

"yes." Because this is not something that cannot be said, the mercenary who was questioned answered very happily, and even proudly pointed to his chest and said with a smile.

"You should have heard of the center of the artillery fire."

Sure enough, is it An Jie's mercenary group?

Yanagihara's expression stiffened slightly, then he came back to his senses and replied to the mercenary: "Well, your reputation is very big. ”

"yes, the central region has been our deeds for the past few years, haha. By the way, where are you from? ”

"Icefield West."

"Hey, that's really far enough, is it just you and your sister?"

"Hmm."

"Oh my God, how did you get here alive?" The mercenary sitting next to Yanagihara shook his head in disbelief with his mouth slightly open.

The next moment, Captain Lan Dodge, who was sitting on the other side, interrupted him.

"Ed, watch your words! Ms. Hara, please forgive him for his rudeness. ”

"It's okay." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders unmindingly,

"But it does scare us a little, the ice field is dangerous, how did you deal with it?" Lan Daoqi looked at Yanagihara puzzled and asked.

It turned out that even professional mercenaries, carrying the most professional equipment and facilities, did not dare to walk all the way from the western part of the ice field to the center of the ice field with a team of less than five people.

"Nothing, just luck." Yanagihara minimizes the bizarre nature of the event as much as possible, as if trying to obscure the past in a relatively bland way.

In fact, she was about to do it, but at this moment, Al, who had also returned to the table, suddenly said.

"Yanagihara is very powerful, she can kill a 'monster' by herself."

Tsk, this bear kid.

Yanagihara's face darkened, and the table was quiet for a short time, obviously, Al's words could be said to have startled everyone.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for a mercenary to burst out laughing, shaking his head and touching Al's head.

"Little girl, if you don't know what a 'monster' is, don't talk nonsense, it will bother your sister."

You must know that even if it is their central mercenary group, it must organize at least five squads to be able to encircle and suppress a "monster". The myth that a man can kill a "monster" only appears in those legends.

The mercenary's words made the rest of the people laugh out loud, and everyone took this as a child's talk.

No one will care, and no one will take it to heart.

She probably mistook a beast for a "monster".

However, being able to kill a beast on her own, this lady named Yanagihara can indeed be called a warrior.

In order to protect his sister, it's really a valuable family affection.

Thinking like this, the mercenaries looked at Yanagihara with a little more kindness in their eyes.

Yanagihara, on the other hand, looked at the female mercenary who was still taking pictures, silently thinking about how to delete the other party's photos cleanly enough.