"Then Master Gavi told us to maintain the node here, and went there alone"

"Didn't you stop him?"

"Stopped... But.."

The attendant accepted the reporter's questioning, and kept wiping his sweat, while the face of the person at the end of the long table showed no sadness or joy, and there was no indication at all.

"Okay, then that's it, you go back and wait for the notification"

The recorder had summarized the contents of the collection and handed them to the man on the other side of the table, he already knew the contents, and he was not interested in reading them, and the new recorder was far less good than Gavey.

His gaze fell on the coordinates that Gavi had sent at the end, and at the end of the coordinates was a small mark, which represented the enemy's city.

"What do you want me to do?"

Augustus still had that expressionless face, but now anyone could see his displeasure.

…..

The scale of the Blackstone Mine has more than doubled compared to before, but it still can't meet the needs of Drifting Snow City now, not because of the mining methods, but because the production capacity of the Blackstone Mine has reached its limit.

After completing the reconciliation of the accounts of Blackstone Town for this quarter, Leo twisted his neck and put down the pen in his hand, although the statistics and calculations can be handed over to the students, the final proofreading and stamping are still to be done by himself.

"You're almost starting to think about opening a second mine?"

"Second Mine? Is it a new mine, in fact, it can meet the needs through the transfer center now, is it a waste to open another mine? ”

"This is a precautionary measure, the steel and coal production needed by Drifting Snow City now is not comparable to the past, if something goes wrong outside one day, we at least have backup resources"

Since there is the Holy Dragon Logistics Distribution Center, there has been basically no problem with the resource allocation of Drifting Snow City, but the daily cargo and capital throughput Leo will feel frightened, if there is really a blizzard to close the city one day, or the transaction chain is cut off by the external war, the loss will become incalculable.

Of course, it wasn't because Leo watched the extra cost of resource imports be extremely high, almost more than half of Snowdrifter's income.

The task of exploring mineral deposits Leo was naturally handed over to the embarrassing elves who ate white rice and didn't work every day, and it is rumored that the elf race is favored by the elements, and the places where the earth element is rich often contain mineral deposits, which is quite useful as a human flesh explorer.

……

With the collapse of the empire, the eastern front ushered in a long vacation, and the focus of the mission gradually shifted to daily patrols to maintain law and order in the perimeter.

Although the original five towns on the border of the empire have not done any formalities, they have also been assigned to the name of the Iron Country by default, but no one has accepted that land so far, after all, it is next to the imperial wasteland, and from time to time there will be walking corpses swaying over.

Even so, there are still a group of fugitives who are not willing to go to the Iron Country, but do not dare to return to the Imperial Wasteland, or bounty hunters who want to make some extra money in the Imperial Wasteland, have settled in the five border towns.

The Iron Nation occasionally sends a few teams on regular patrols to symbolically maintain law and order, so the five border towns are now almost synonymous with chaos.

The guard Hart is very idle, very idle, unlike Lance, who can return to the royal capital regularly, as the former defender of the Eastern Front, he can't leave here for a single step.

But I can't leave, but I can patrol by myself! Then, in the name of patrolling, he led a team every few days into the wasteland of the empire to slaughter twelve or thirteen of its walking corpses, which was called maintaining law and order.

On this day, Hart's hunting team was blocked on a high slope, but fortunately, with the advantage of muskets, there was no danger, and it was not until midnight that it was cleaned up, and the whole team was stationed on the spot, intending to wait until dawn to return to the camp.

There is not so much light pollution in this era, if there are no clouds at night, you can see the distant scenery clearly by the moonlight, but it's a pity that Hart is not a poet, let alone chant a XX bright moonlight, he just came out to relieve his hands.

A rush of water flowed down, regardless of whether it was poured on the head of a walking corpse under the cliff, Hart only felt a burst of joy all over his body, and when he looked up, he was a trembling wit, and regardless of whether his hands were stained or not, he immediately put his pants on, returned to the tent and took out the binoculars.

"Put out the fire! Fast! ”

He poured a pot of sand and extinguished the campfire, and all the torches were extinguished, and then he carefully checked what he had just seen with his telescope again.

Under the moonlight, there was a group of centaurs in the distance riding horses, which was a standard imperial army formation, although it came and went quickly, and quickly disappeared from view, but Hart was very sure that it was a group of walking corpses, and this group of walking corpses seemed to have wisdom?

The news was shocking, and although it had been received earlier by someone suspected of having the ability to manipulate the walking dead, it was limited to the simple drive of a necromancer.

And the group of walking cavalry that passed by just now, Hart, who had been marching and fighting for many years, could see that this group of cavalry was all well-trained and obviously had individual consciousness.

……

Durandal regretted it, and Leo bought a third of the souvenirs for her strong laborer, riding a snowmobile out before dawn every morning, and saying hello to the apprentices who went to the shipyard, after all, they were all the same hardships, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for each other.

But they are different from them, they are going to the warm northern edges, while they are going to shuttle through the mountains, looking for the veins that do not know whether they exist or not.

When you get to the mountains, you don't even have to ride a snowmobile, you can only walk on foot, and the mountain wind in the north hits people in the face like a knife, if it weren't for their own thick skin, no, it is the strong physique of the elves, I am afraid that they will become the first legendary creature to freeze to death in the mountains.

When it was time for lunch, Durandal carefully took out an oiled paper bag from her bosom, which contained an oversized meat bun that she had ordered in the pastry room.

However, she underestimated the cold, and even if she kept it close to her, she couldn't prevent the bun from being frozen to a stone-hard point, and she barely lit a fire, trying to roast it, but the skin was baked, but the inside was still ice slag.

"Flower Q"

Durandal, who had bitten a bite of the ice slag, threw the bun out with a flick of his hand, and landed on the stone with a dull sound, and Grunt didn't know where it had got.

It's easy to eat a bun yourself, it's so hard to think about a black-hearted boss who might be in the office with a radiator on his lunch.

"Goo...."

The stomach screamed again, and the buns thrown out had to be picked up, otherwise lunch would not have landed, and it might be eaten if it was put on the edge of the fire.

Searching for the buns that had rolled away along the slope, Durandal felt that his spirits were getting better and better, and after two more steps, there was no road ahead, only an icy mountain stream.

The embarrassed elf didn't pity the bun he fell down again, and couldn't help but howl when he felt the rich earth breath below.

"The old lady is liberated hahahaha! Hiccup"