Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1135: In the Snow (Large - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1135: Chapter 1135: In the Snow (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

After deducing the general logic, it was time for verification.

He Ao gently patted Borek’s still somewhat confused shoulder, "I have a task for you. Later, you’ll go out through the sewer and help me gather information about these factories, it’s best to check them out in person."

He lifted his bracelet and sent over the details of several factories located near the South Gate.

These were the factories that had just appeared in Weiken’s thoughts.

"Understood."

Borek glanced at the information received on his bracelet and nodded.

He looked at the ’Suote’ in front of him, then glanced at the nearby solitary cell, still somewhat unclear about how exactly He Ao had obtained the answer from Weiken’s silence.

After recalling all the details since his meeting with He Ao, a thought surfaced in his mind.

The ’Suote’ in front of him seemed to have never said that he didn’t know the truth about the ’attack case’.

Perhaps, he already knew the answer before coming here.

He didn’t come here to get anything from Weiken, but rather to ’stir’ Weiken, making Weiken think he could do something, only to find out he could do nothing.

Just like a falconer doesn’t allow the falcon to sleep.

Truly terrifying.

He took a slight breath in, nodded gently at He Ao, then turned and walked towards the corridor outside.

He Ao watched as the red-haired figure moved away.

Borek is not someone who just ’obeys’. Did he really stop investigating just because Queke told him to?

This lad had just tried all sorts of ways to ’hint’ to him that the problem lies with the two major consortia, not the Wilderness Wanderers.

This ’Intelligence Expert’ has not yet fully ’trusted’ He Ao.

Sensing the thoughts transmitted from the mark on Borek’s body, He Ao shook his head.

He lifted his bracelet again and opened the report inside.

If his guess was right, then could those Wilderness Wanderers become allies?

He had used the [King of Nightfall] Character Card in the last Copy World and it was in cooldown; without the identity of ’Vian’, mobilizing the Nolanka Group’s Mercenary Corps would be somewhat troublesome.

But there were still maneuvers to work with.

Lokte had already shown his stance, which meant he would ’tacitly’ help He Ao delay for another day or two, waiting for He Ao to further ’raise his value’.

As to whether he could turn this ’value’ into cash, that depended on the subsequent maneuvers.

At least during the current period, this ’Mayor’ and He Ao shared a common ’objective’.

That seemed to give He Ao a slightly longer, operational ’window of opportunity’.

He Ao lifted his foot, while reading the report summarized by Eve, he walked along the corridor outside.

His figure slowly moved away from the solitary confinement section, crossing the lingering lights, and entered into the dim and intersecting shadows.

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Minte City·North Gate

"So this is West Steel’s Mercenary Corps."

The cold night wind brushed past the thick observation window as the soldier at the sentry post watched the distant lights and the snowfields below that glowed faintly in the light.

"These old gentlemen’s armies have all stopped right outside the city; if they attack, we’d hardly have time to react."

The soldier beside him casually joined in the conversation.

"What can you do, the bosses above asked them to stop."

The first sentry shook his head and laughed, "Let’s just stand our post, whether we fight or not is the boss’s affair, we big-headed soldiers shouldn’t worry about the generals’ business."

"Alas,"

The soldier beside him sighed, then looked up at the darkening sky, "The days are getting dark really early now."

"Winter, it’s like this."

The soldier who spoke first yawned casually as he continued the conversation.

The current time was not considered late. If it were summer, it might still be evening, but the daylight in winter is always fleeting.

"Are you two very free?"

A cold voice sounded behind the two.

The two soldiers who were conversing shuddered instantly and tensed up, standing straight.

The first soldier who spoke shouted, "Hello, Officer!"

The soldier beside him also yelled, "Reporting to the officer! We are on duty!"

No more sounds came from behind the two, but the soldiers were still tense, maintaining their posture, not daring to speak another word.

An indifferent silence spread behind the cold observation window, and the dim wind passed over the window, lifting the dancing snowflakes.

Standing behind the two soldiers, the officer raised his wristband and glanced at its contents.

——

"It’s snowing."

Inside a rudimentary tin shack, standing by the tin door, a woman dressed in a lobby attire watched the snowflakes falling outside the window and reached up to take off her wig, revealing her brown short hair underneath.

"West Steel’s Mercenary Corps is at the North Gate, Musicnote Intelligence’s Mercenary Corps is at the South Gate,"

In the shack, a somewhat worn-out electric heater was rekindled, a few figures wrapped in leather coats sat near the heater, whispering, "Two fully armed mercenary forces around Minte City, no one can resist them."

Gently stroking her hair, the woman at the doorway turned her head back to look at the people inside the room.

"What do you think about the chief of staff from Ains?"

Someone in the crowd raised their head and looked at the short-haired woman.

"He’s formidable,"

The woman closed the door, sat in front of the stove, placing her hands on the warm glow, "He played the top echelons of the two consortia in Minte City like clapping his hands."

"What about him as a person?"

A figure in the crowd asked.

"Don’t know,"

The woman shook her head, "It seems like he has a grudge against the two consortia."

"Maybe we can collaborate with him."

A voice in the crowd suggested softly.

"Lokte also used to have terrible fallouts with the two consortia,"

But before the woman could respond, another figure in the crowd said without hesitation, "But in the blink of an eye, he’d sell everyone for a good price—these city politicians are greedy, selfish, and despicable, not a single truthful word."

The crowd fell silent once again.

It took a while before someone slowly spoke, "Should we continue to observe then? The Mercenary Corps of the two consortia are just outside; they probably won’t give us any more time..."

Upon hearing this, the short-haired woman slightly opened her mouth, about to say something.

Then a ’bang—’ soft noise came from outside the door, as if something accidentally touched the door.

Everyone almost instantly stood up, immediately assuming a combat stance, positioning themselves in the room’s blind spots.

The short-haired woman dashed to the tin door, glanced at everyone who had taken position, drew a small knife from her waist, and slowly extended her hand to open the tin door.

The cold wind outside blew even more fiercely into the shabby room, and a somewhat worn wide red cotton coat appeared in the woman’s field of view.

A fragile little girl with messy hair was wrapped in the cotton coat.

She sat on the ground in front of the door, hearing the noise of the door opening, she raised her head to look at the woman.

Then she slowly stood up, carefully glanced at the burning stove inside the room, backed away while saying,

"Sister, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to lean for a while."

Fleeting white snow landed on the worn cotton-padded coat.

Even though the fireplace was far away, standing at this door, one could still feel slightly warm.

The short-haired woman glanced back at everyone inside the house, signaling them to lower their weapons, then looked at the little girl, squatted down, and said softly, "If you’re cold, you can come in and warm up."

"Really?!"

Hope lit up in the girl’s eyes, but then she remembered something and didn’t enter the room right away. Instead, she nervously asked in a low voice, "Um, my mom is also very cold, she’s sleeping at home. Can she come too?"

Then she carefully added, "We don’t have to come in; staying at the door will do."

Hearing the little girl’s words, the short-haired woman’s expression changed slightly, then after pondering for a moment, she gently nodded. She glanced inside the house, "Yes, you can come in; there’s plenty of space for you."

"Thank you, sister,"

The little girl’s excitement bobbed her head and then she turned and ran back into the snow.

The short-haired woman looked at the people inside the room one more time, stood up, and followed the little girl.

Someone from the crowd followed along with her.

After walking about a hundred meters, passing a corner, the little girl finally stopped, pushed open the half-broken door of a shed and dashed inside.

As soon as she entered, she immediately ran to the corner, "Mom!"

A figure, covered with a thin blanket, smiling with her eyes closed, was sitting on a worn mattress in the corner.

"It looks like it’s been days, what should we do?"

The figure following the short-haired woman, looking at the now-stiff woman on the mattress, asked.

"Let’s contact the Scavenger. Staying here any longer may cause a mutation."

The short-haired woman sighed softly, observing the scene inside the house.

The shed was narrow and lacked furniture, with only a ragged mattress and a thin blanket on it.

Next to the mattress, scattered around were worn plastic bags and plastic wrappers that seemed to have once contained food.

The short-haired woman walked to the mattress, casually picking up a stained plastic wrapper.

It was a severely aged election flyer.

Mr. Mayor Lokte was standing at the center of the flyer, his face bathed in sunlight. Beside him was a burning stove and large banner text:

’Vote for Lokte! Let every person in Minte City enjoy a warm winter! Sit beside the stove and enjoy the snow view!’

Bang—

It was at this moment, while calling out at her side, the little girl suddenly stiffened and collapsed onto the mattress.

The short-haired woman immediately dropped the flyer and rushed to hold the little girl, then touched her forehead.

"What’s wrong?"

The figure standing at the door quickly asked.

"She has a fever; she passed out."

The short-haired woman glanced at the snowflakes fluttering outside, quickly responded and then, holding the little girl, hurried out of the shed.

——

City Center

Clear and bright floor-to-ceiling windows face the city under the night sky, an electronic fireplace displays a burning fire, with warm, fragrant, and comfortable air permeating the expansive hall.

Click—

The man in a coat pushes open the door; a butler immediately comes up and takes his hat and coat.

"Nothing is more comfortable than home."

The man chuckled, walked to the liquor cabinet, picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a half glass, "They still want to change the venue and do it all over again, I can’t take it anymore."

Then he held his wine glass high and walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, watching the dancing snowflakes outside and the city lit up with neon lights in the snow, "It’s truly beautiful."

"The snowscape of Minte City has always been beautiful."

The butler dressed in a black suit stood by his side, his voice tinged with emotion.

"Indeed, that’s why I love winter,"

The man smiled, picked up his glass, and took a sip of wine,

"Honestly, the heating system from Nord Consortium you recommended is really good, not dry and can maintain a constant temperature, it’s like spring all year round. I asked during a Cabinet meeting the other day, and found out that most ministers use this system, it seems everyone really approves of it."

"It’s my duty,"

The butler smiled and nodded, then asked in a low voice, "Do you not have any meetings scheduled today?"

"No,"

The man shook his head and sighed, "That Suote from the Federal Bureau of Investigation gathered the top executives of the two consortiums, Lokte took care of it and directly cancelled the planned Cabinet meeting."

Then he smiled, looked at the butler, and continued, "However, according to the style of our Cabinet guys, after the Cabinet meeting, they’d probably go out and find some young ladies to throw a dance party. It’s hard for me to refuse, and by the time I return, it would be after midnight."

"The Doctor suggested you get more rest recently."

The butler softly replied.

"Yeah,"

The man nodded gently, took another sip of his wine, then looked at the butler, "The Mercenary Corps from the two consortiums are just outside the city, and that Suote from the Federal Bureau of Investigation is a troublemaker, we may not have such peaceful and quiet times in the future."

Listening to his words, the butler just smiled and nodded, "According to our agreement with Mr. Mayor, we will ensure your safety."

"Hahaha,"

Hearing this, the man chuckled, "With your words, I feel relieved."

The drifting snowflakes fell onto the clean floor-to-ceiling window, slowly melting.

The young butler glanced down, a slight smile playing around his lips.

——

Minte City·South Gate

"Captain!"

A young Guard walked into the tent and saluted, handing a sealed document to the man with silver-rimmed glasses.

The man reached out for the document, opened the seal, and glanced at the contents.

Then he raised his head, gazed at the still-standing Guard, and said calmly, "Order the troops to check all weapons and equipment, activate the warming systems, ensure everything is ready for immediate use."

"Yes!"

The Guard stood straight, saluted again, then turned and walked out of the tent.

After the Guard left, the man lowered his head, continuing to scrutinize the document in his hands.

The chilly wind blew through the tent’s partially closed flap, scattering stray snowflakes inside.

——

Mayor’s Mansion

Bright lights shone down on the luxurious and grand decoration, a slender, extended electronic fireplace ’burning’ beautiful, resplendent flames.

Lokte sat by the window, head lowered, focusing on the document in his hands.

Outside the window, the scattering snowflakes gradually thickened into a swirling snowstorm.

Feeling something, he put down the document and turned his head to look at the falling snow outside.

Bang—

Accompanied by the drifting snowflakes, crisp footsteps echoed in the spacious office.

A heavy shadow slowly touched the edge of the desk, then gradually forward, until covering the cheeks of the person behind the desk.