Lightning returned to the camp tent, took off his goggles and gloves, and stretched his numb hands over the brazier.
There was a burning sensation and a slight tingling sensation at the fingertips.
It is clear that nearly half a month of winter has passed, but the snow has not weakened at all, but has recently become heavier. Every time she came back from the investigation, she could feel the top of her head was wet, and it took a while for the skin on her face to regain consciousness.
When her hands warmed a little, she moved a bench and sat beside the brazier, then took off her snow-wet boots and put her feet on the flames. It can be clearly seen that there is a white gas at the front of the cotton socks, and the cold toes also have a hint of warmth. As for the smell... The little girl tilted her head a little embarrassedly. After being stuffed in her boots for so long, she will always smell a little sweaty.
Now she finally knew why her father insisted that a great explorer should be backed by a great team. Without the first military to prepare a brazier or even hot water, she would not be able to devote herself to the exploration. Just thinking about returning to the camp in a cold body and having to make a fire and boiling water by herself, her enthusiasm for exploration is simply devastating. the blow.
But probably only His Majesty Roland's team can supply hot water all day long in the wild... Lightning thought. In those adventure stories of my father, it is undoubtedly a very difficult thing to take a hot bath in the winter. Soggy wood, rotted leaves covered in snow, and the extra stamina it takes to collect them are all obstacles to bathing. Therefore, most of the time, members of the adventure group will only have the opportunity to thoroughly wash their bodies after the expedition is over.
But the machines built by His Majesty changed everything completely. The camp was built not far from the river bank. The boilers on the three cement boats have never been extinguished, providing a steady stream of hot water for the entire camp. When you want to use it, just carry the bucket to pick it up.
Other than that, the food is the same.
There is a uniquely shaped cement boat that takes care of everyone's rations. Its upper level is like a mobile kitchen. Using the steam from the boiler, it can cook a lot of wheat porridge every day, with boiled jerky and salted fish. The hard dry food is so delicious that I don't know where it goes.
By my father's standards, it was probably the best logistics team in the world.
After warming her hands and feet, Lightning took out her notepad and began to record the content of today's expedition.
"On the 16th day of spring, the excavation continued, and the thick mountain hindered the ability of Sylvie and Maggie, especially when the latter walked through the rock formations, which would increase the consumption of mana. In order to ensure safety, every search must be planned There is enough magic power to return, so there is no way to dive too deep.”
"Restricted by the distance, Sylvie can only roughly select a few directions and let Miss Fran try to dig. By the way, although Miss Fran looks terrible, her personality is unexpectedly kind, and she eats better than Maisie. Terrible, I really hope she can get back to her original form one day."
From the moment we arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, it is now the thirteenth day of the expedition. The only thing that is certain at present is that there are indeed huge voids in the mountain, and they seem to be connected by many cave groups. It is not easy to find the main cave where there may be relics, let alone dig a wide passage for the first army to enter.
Neither she nor Maisie could help much in this regard. They could only be responsible for the outer vigilance work, or enter those strange caves and explore the deep ravines and mountain faults that the magic ark could not easily cross.
Finding the right path to a destination is always the most time-consuming and labor-intensive task compared to exploring the mysteries of the ruins.
As my father used to say, explorers are always on the road.
The little girl took two breaths of heat into her palm, and then wrote down
"Finally, the most outstanding explorer of Greycastle, the new discovery of lightning."
"There is a long black shadow moving under the ice on the summit of Daxueshan. It looks like a huge fish. I don't know how long it has lived to grow so big. I think it should taste good. It's a pity that Anna didn't come. , we can't cut through the ice and fish it up. Maisie's claws can only leave a few scratches on the ice, and using dynamite on the top of the mountain is also a big no-no, so maybe we'll have to wait until the snow melts in summer."
Writing this, Lightning couldn't help licking her lips. In order to explore the snow-capped mountains, she hadn't eaten charcoal-grilled fish for a long time. Maybe when Maisie returns, the two can go to the Hidden Forest to grab some food before night falls? As long as she prepares one for Sister Wendy, she shouldn't blame herself, right
"There is also a less important discovery. There has been a gathering of demonic beasts in the east of the hidden forest, but Your Majesty's city wall will definitely stop them."
After recording these, Lightning stuffed the sheepskin book into a waterproof leather bag, and then put it back into the backpack to record what he saw and heard every day, which is a necessary habit for an explorer. Like the captain's voyage log, it is not only a personal honor for the explorer, but also a beacon to guide those who follow. When the owner accidentally dies, other explorers can also analyze the cause according to the log, so as to avoid the same path.
Just then, there were rapid footsteps outside the door.
It was Wendy who lifted the tent curtain.
"Agatha and the others are back," her voice was a little anxious, "There was an accident in the cave, and Fran is gone!"
"What?" Lightning stood up in surprise and said, "Gone?"
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When the witches who stayed at the camp reached the end of the tunnel left by the Devouring Worm, the soldiers of the First Army had set up fires and checkpoints, and Agatha was arguing with the Taquila witches about something.
Looking at the lightning probe, she suddenly took a deep breath. What appeared in front of her was a bottomless pit, with no top at the top, no bottom at the bottom, and only the sound of water constantly coming from the top of her head.
The edge of the tunnel collapsed, and she took out the glowing magic stone and leaned over to find a lot of slippery slime left in the crack.
"Did Miss Fran fall from here?"
"It seems like this at the moment... Sylvie found the right direction, but unfortunately Fran was unlucky," it was Edith who answered her, "She made the way to the big pit, but fell into the hole due to a sudden cliff end."
"It seems?" Lightning noticed the other party's words.
"At that time, Sylvie and Maggie were searching on the other side, and a position where Fran could be observed. According to her statement, the other party's magical reaction suddenly disappeared from view." Edith shrugged, "I don't I know too well how your abilities work, but Miss Sylvie's magical eyes should be able to observe the scene from far away, right? But when they arrived here, they couldn't see what was under the cave. "
"See... can't?" The little girl was stunned.
"I can't see the ground, nor can I see the Devouring Worm," Edith said, spreading her hands, "either the hole is unbelievably deep, beyond the observation range of the magic eye, or something interferes with her observation, no matter what. Whichever the answer is, it's not good news." She paused and looked at the Ice Witch and others who were still arguing, "And what they were arguing about was whether to go down and rescue Fran immediately."