Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 704 - 65: Precious Reserve Food_1

Chapter 704: Chapter 65: Precious Reserve Food_1

"I’m truly sorry I couldn’t leave you a location device," the last piece of parchment read, the words written clear and neat with a beautiful slanted font. Each word looked as admirable as fine artwork. However, it was clear that the script was from a man: "Primarily because we didn’t possess such a tool, so there was no way to leave one behind. Also, ignore the last few sentences on the previous page. I saw her lay down that coat myself. It’s made from the hide of a tree bear found in the Magical Beast Forest situated in the south. Its insulation is rather decent, but if it stays for too long without proper care, the hide will become brittle. It can protect against the cold in this place, but if worn while moving around, I estimate that in less than half an hour, the garment will fall to pieces. She knows about this issue herself, but no matter what I say, she won’t listen. There’s nothing I can do. Well then, friend, our communication across time and space ends here. Lastly, I wish you good luck, and I sincerely hope that you can successfully survive this icy plain and save the lives of the innocent, which is our greatest wish."

"This handwriting... alright, I understand. It must have been left by you two. But is it appropriate to openly flirt with each other in front of people hundreds of years later?" Freya sighed helplessly. The two people who wrote on the parchment, though they only teased each other with a few words, one could clearly feel the affection between them from the playful banter. Freya was particularly weak to such displays and went through the parchment several times before reluctant to put it back into the beast-hide bag and place it back on the table. She then ignited the delicate Crystal Energy furnace at the centre of the ice house. Many years had passed, but not enough for the Array engraved on the metal to become ineffective. With simple operation, warm flames burst out from the furnace. The orange-red flames danced and licked chunks of ice stuck on the furnace. Before long, a warm space appeared beside the furnace.

The young girl placed her backpack next to the furnace and sat down without touching the honey and wine left behind by their predecessors. For her, these were the last reserves. Unless it was necessary, it was best not to touch them. However, the sensation of hunger was like a nefarious devil, constantly following her around, incessantly reminding her that she could not escape its grip.

"I must eat something." The young girl sat up straight, pulling her backpack to her front. She reflexively looked all around, ensuring that Catherine was not nearby, before digging out several interconnected parts from her bag. She unscrewed one of the lock catches between them to reveal a hollow teacup-sized space inside, containing a small wrap of cloth. Once unwrapped, it revealed three stacked buscuits. Though the biscuits were cold as if they were about to freeze, they were still emitting enticing sweet aromas.

"Only five portions of reserved food are left." Freya did not eat the biscuit. Instead, she placed it under her nose and took a deep breath, greedily enjoying the fragrances emitted from the cream and sugar. The smell alone was enough to moisten the girl’s parched mouth. She resolutely placed the biscuit back on the outer edge of the Crystal Energy furnace to roast. Freya limped out of the ice house to fetch several large chunks of ice from outside the cave, shattered a piece into her water bottle for heating, and finally in the warmness of the fire took off her coat to take care of several severe wounds that froze until appearing green.

"Hiss." The young girl had to endure the pain with each burn from placing the heated water bottle onto hastily bandaged wounds. It was melting the blood that had frozen on her skin and bandage together. She threw the blood-soaked bandage aside, swiftly scattering some scent-masking medicinal powder on a fresh bandage to avoid any hungry magical beasts finding her through the smell of blood as time went on. She looked down at her wounds, especially a wound on her thigh where curling skin and muscle had turned grey. It was somewhat hard and aimlessly insensitive to touch. Freya pouted unhappily, knowing that she couldn’t handle such injuries herself anymore. She could only sprinkle some medicinal powder into the wound, wrap it with a bandage, fix several severe damages on her thick cotton clothes and put on the replacement coat. She then tried to sit up straight while enduring the pain, and started to eat the softened biscuit she took back from the furnace, a forced smile on her lips. She took a light bite as if it was the most delicious food in the world, savouring it with a blissful expression for a long while.

Truth be told, Freya had eaten a couple of times in the past several hours. The harsh environment had consumed too much of her energy, forcing her to replenish periodically. Adding it up, she had eaten half of the reserved food. If nothing unexpected happened, she could save some tonight, consuming five or six biscuits should barely appease her rumbling stomach. After eating up the remaining three reserves tomorrow, she could only soothe her hunger with wine and honey.

After consuming the six small biscuits and a whole thermos of hot water, she felt the stomach overflow with just a light movement, but at least her gut’s discomfort was relieved a bit. The feelings of loneliness and despair returned as her hunger faded. The sensation of being abandoned by the world and forgotten by her friends wormed its way into her consciousness like a bug. Surroundings fell silent again, the area outside the ice house fell into darkness. The darkness at the entrance of the ice house seemed like a wide-open mouth, as if mocking or awaiting the chance to swallow everything up.

However, Freya didn’t react to any of this. She sat by the fire with her arms around her knees. Though the posture took more effort for her to maintain now, it was the most comfortable position she had found several years ago. Her eyes drifted to a low cylinder-shaped metal device. The cylinder had about half a meter diameter and similar height. The upwards face was filled with finger-width round holes, looking akin to a beehive. She stared at this metal device for a long while, ignoring the water boiling on the fire.

"Should I use it or not, that is the question." Due to the pressure of loneliness and despair, Freya could only ease it by constantly thinking. Of course, what she was pondering was vitally important as well and it would decide her fate: "There’s only one chance. If I choose incorrectly, there would be no chances left to try."

What laid in front of Freya was the simplified goblin fireworks that Pannis had mentioned multiple times. The device could launch the loaded shells of fireworks into the sky and explode at a height of a hundred meters, maintaining for thirty seconds. On this open icy plain, a hundred meters would be enough for people around ten or several tens of kilometers to see. Consequently, this was her only chance to leave a message for her friends. (To be continued. If you like this piece, feel free to vote and recommend on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)