The snow and ice covered the earth seemed to be still, while the sky was moving with stars, and the brilliant meteors dragged a long tail flame, which seemed to make ripples in the night.

It's a pity that this fantastic scenery didn't last long, and perhaps the beautiful things in the world are like this, and it is always impossible to stay for long.

Or maybe they've actually stayed, but it's just because they're beautiful that people don't think they've stayed long enough.

In this respect, the human heart is usually insatiable.

Al had already grabbed Yanagihara's hand at some point, and there seemed to be a trail of light in her eyes, where did the light go, it should have flown to the east.

Because she had been walking towards the east, the girl could roughly tell the difference.

Is there the future, thinking back to what the old man had just said, there was a little thought in the girl's eyes.

Then, perhaps for the first time, she had a little yearning for the sea in Yanagihara's mouth.

It turns out that the road to death can be so beautiful, as if those stars are guiding them.

Al's palm was too small to grasp too much, so she could only hold on to Yanagihara's ice, which she regarded as a lifesaver, in the most helpless moment. Then, with the simple heart of a child, to understand the meaning of the other party's coldness.

There were naturally some misunderstandings, but it was because of these misunderstandings that the despair that should have been deep took on a different artistic conception in the girl's eyes.

This artistic conception is sometimes shocking, sometimes bright, sometimes warm, as if there is the most moving scenery on this journey to death.

It's as if they were just looking for happiness.

So much so that the girl's already incomplete concept changed slightly, so that death, a word that was supposed to represent the extinction, had a hopeful meaning in her heart at a certain moment.

The path to death may not be scary, at least compared to waiting quietly for death.

It turns out that everyone's path eventually leads to death.

The difference is that some people are just waiting for death, while some people are willing to spend their lives to carve an epitaph on their grave.

Human life is not long, and most of the time, it may only be enough to make an interpretation of one's own death, just like using all the processes to interpret an ending.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Al feels that this journey to the east is the best process of her life.

It is worth looking forward to, including the ending that is already doomed, but is waiting to be interpreted.

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For the mercenary team that set off from the Central No. 10 Greenhouse and headed to the Ice Field Observatory, the severe cold of the past ten days was undoubtedly a difficult test.

Even boiled water cools down quickly and then freezes when placed on the snow, making it impossible for them to leave the snow thermostat at all, and at most they can only make some short rounds around the area.

Thankfully, the snowmobiles at least kept them safe, at least not from freezing to death in the harsh cold.

"From the map, it would take us about two days further west to reach the observatory." On the snowmobile, a male mercenary spread out the map in his hand and said a word.

"It has to be a little faster, in this kind of weather, if the supplies are insufficient, the personnel in the observation station will not be able to guarantee their own safety." The captain of the team sat in the carriage and listened to the man's words in response.

In fact, they didn't need to think about these things, as a team of material delivery, they only need to be responsible for the safe delivery of materials.

But now that he has accepted this commission, as a relatively responsible mercenary, the captain of the team is still ready to take these relevant situations into account.

The supplies they are transporting now include not only food and daily necessities, but also energy for the building to survive.

If it is not delivered in time, the observatory will likely run out of energy and fall into a state of extreme cold.

At that time, the lives of those inside will inevitably be in danger.

So it is a must to deliver it as soon as possible.

"But in that case, we'll have to travel overnight." In the driver's seat of the thermostatic car, a mercenary who was driving said helplessly.

"Okay, when we get there, we will naturally have time to stay and rest, and you just have no problem sleeping for two days and two nights. Now you just give me the drive and don't think about anything. The captain waved his hand and said strongly.

"Okay, got it······" The driver in the driver's seat replied lazily, but he drove the car faster with his hands and feet.

It can be seen that the atmosphere of this team is very good, at least the relationship between superiors and subordinates is not so antagonistic and distinct.

It's just that the weather is too cold, the captain of the team looked sideways at the white fog condensed on the car window, and frowned.

Let's hope there aren't any problems with the people at that observatory.

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When the mercenaries arrived at the Observatory, it was supposed to be the eighteenth day since they left Greenhouse 10, and they were delayed for a while on the way due to the wind and snow.

The sun was not bad on this day, but the temperature was still cold.

The queue appeared to be in a bit of a hurry due to the delay in the arrival date.

"Quick, move the supplies immediately, the situation inside may be urgent, Ed, let's go in and take a look." Standing in front of the door of the observatory, the leader of the team commanded the crowd behind him.

The mercenaries began to quickly unload the supplies from the cart, and Ed, who was named, took a few steps forward and walked into the observatory with the mercenary captain.

"Don't really have any problems." On the way, the mercenary captain said to himself.

But he also understands how difficult it is for ordinary people to survive in this climate, if there is a shortage of resources.

So he quickened his pace a little more.

Finally, after a few breaths, he pushed open the door to the observatory.

"We're part of the Central Mercenary Corps, we're sorry we're late, is anyone there!?"

As a shout fell, the mercenary captain was greeted by a scene of lush vegetation.

It seems to be a botanical garden, and the reason why I use the word "like" is because the mercenary captain is a little suspicious of his eyes.

However, what he saw at this time was indeed a cluster of flowers, an old man was sitting at a dining table drinking coffee and listening to the radio, a girl was squatting on the side of a path and looking at the flowers and plants, and a woman was serving a square piece of pastry on the table.

Probably because they heard the shouts of the mercenary captain, the three people in front of them all put down the things in their hands and turned to look at the two people who suddenly broke in from outside the door with a strange look.

"Uh." After a moment of silence, perhaps finally coming back to his senses, Ed, who was also standing by the door, leaned over a little and whispered to his captain.

"Captain, is this what you call an emergency, what are we going to do now?"