Chapter 35 Chapter 35 There is no WiFi here!!!
As Vermouth listened, her brows furrowed ever tighter. She objected almost immediately, "I don't agree. This is too dangerous, Arthas."
"What does it matter?" Olga straightened up and casually brushed off the wrinkled corners of her clothes. "If it were me, this plan would be fine."
"But--"
Vermouth wanted to say something more, but Olga went back to her room.
"Don't worry, when did I miss you?"
Olga closed the door to the balcony. Vermouth stared at it for a long time, unable to recover, and the feeling of unease in her heart grew stronger.
There must be something that Arthas didn't tell her.
*
When Olga is not giving up, she is very active. She announced her trip to Alaska almost early the next morning.
"Huh? Why do you suddenly want to go to Alaska?" During breakfast, Toru Amuro asked the question that everyone present was wondering.
"Because it's summer, we should find a cooler place to vacation." Olga said as a matter of course.
Mizunoshi Reina, who had been intensely considering Olga's intentions a moment before, breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, this kind of impulsive behavior wouldn't be out of place on Arthas.
Zhu Xingda, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Are we going too? But there's a mission here—"
"Don't worry," Olga interrupted Moroboshi Dai. "Missions are never a problem. There will always be someone else to take over."
"Really? That's good," said Zhu Xingda, his deep green eyes filled with an emotion completely different from ease. "By the way, the three of us are Champagne's subordinates, so why are we following you around everywhere?"
Yes, why?
After hearing what Moroboshi said, the three of them all looked at Olga, their eyes once again filled with suspicion. Champagne never showed up on his own initiative, but instead always gave orders through a child. No matter how you looked at it, this was extremely suspicious.
Tsk. Olga thought to herself, this Moroboshi Dai is indeed a troublesome guy.
But on the surface, Olga pretended to puff out her cheeks casually: "Because Champagne is in Alaska now."
When these words were spoken, not only the three newcomers, but even Toru Amuro and Vermouth were all stunned.
Vermouth looked like she really wanted to say something, but she couldn't because of the other people present.
"Champagne is in Alaska, he wants to meet you guys." As she spoke, Olga observed the three newcomers with different expressions.
really.
She glanced at the three of them casually before lowering her eyes in disinterest. Taking another bite of her breakfast, Olga thought to herself that her judgment was correct.
Champagne is one of the most core figures in the organization. If he were an undercover agent... he would definitely be interested in Champagne.
*
During the entire breakfast that followed, Vermouth kept looking at Olga as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
But Olga didn't give her a chance to speak. Almost as soon as breakfast was over, she headed for the parking lot. In the parking lot, low-level members of the organization were already waiting there in their cars.
In the end, Vermouth had no choice but to pull Amuro Toru with a lot of thoughts in her mind.
"how?"
Everyone else went to the parking lot. Amuro Toru turned around and looked at Vermouth with some confusion.
When he turned around, Toru Amuro couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise - there was a rare look of worry on Vermouth's face - since joining the organization, Toru Amuro had almost never seen her show this expression.
Vermouth seemed to be brought back to her senses by Amuro Toru's voice, and she quickly released her hand that was holding Amuro Toru's wrist - there, Amuro Toru's sleeve had been wrinkled because she had been holding too tight.
"Excuse me."
Amuro Toru couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "It's okay."
The probability that Vermouth will apologize is about the same as the probability that Gin will go to the girlish place to ride the roller coaster - infinitely close to zero.
"Bourbon," Vermouth finally said in a low voice, "keep your eyes on Arthas."
She seemed to be trying hard to hide some emotion.
"?"
Before Toru Amuro could ask anything else, Vermouth turned around and left.
Are you optimistic about...Olia...?
Toru Amuro couldn't help but frown at Vermouth's back.
Why do I have to mention it again specifically?
However, Olga was already jumping and waving at Amuro Toru in the parking lot not far away, so he could only hurry over and did not have much time to think about Vermouth's abnormality.
*
In Alaska at the end of June, there is still a chill in the air.
Due to the hasty departure, none of the group had packed anything in advance. Aside from Olga, who had the foresight to have Amuro Toru bring down jackets for two people, the other three came empty-handed.
Of course, even if they wanted to bring down jackets, it might not be possible - how could people who live in Southern California have such a thing as a down jacket?
Rena Mizunashi couldn't help but sigh in her heart the moment she got off the plane - even in summer, Alaska is obviously not a good choice for vacation.
But there was no way, they had better not object to what Arthas decided.
What's more... Champagne is also here. Although this is only one side of the story from Alsace, its authenticity is questionable.
Fortunately, there are still many shops in the airport. Although the three newcomers cannot squander the organization's funds as casually as Olga, the organization will not be so stingy as to not allow them to buy even a down jacket.
After leaving the airport, they followed Olga to the train station. After an unknown number of hours of train travel, they arrived at a small airport.
After some twists and turns, the group took a helicopter to King Salmon Village and finally landed at seven o'clock in the evening.
At seven o'clock, even though the sun had already set, the Alaskan sky was still bright. Thick, grayish clouds obscured most of the deep blue sky, with occasional beams of light leaking through.
It might rain.
After landing, the group walked to Olga's property in the village.
"You also have a house here?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked curiously.
"Well, I used to come here occasionally to stay for a few days." Olga's tone was very normal.
For some people, this place may be too lonely and desolate, but for others, it is a rare place of tranquility.
Selfishly speaking, Olga likes Alaska very much, especially this village - the transportation is underdeveloped, the signal is poor, and even the WiFi is intermittent.
As for satellite communications?
You have to go with the flow.
Although everyone in the group, including Olga, had undergone training and possessed physical strength far superior to that of an average person, Olga was the only one who appeared to be the most relaxed at this moment.
The air in Alaska seems to be cool. Even though it is extremely fresh, it is not very comfortable when it enters the lungs.
Of course, it could also be due to her state of mind. After all, Olga was probably the only one who truly wanted to come on vacation. For the rest of them, including Amuro Toru, the main reason for their trip was simply to drink champagne.
"Is Champagne also in this village?"
Isn't that right? Moroboshi immediately changed the subject to "champagne".
However, Olga responded perfunctorily as always: "Who knows."
As they were talking, they arrived at Olga's property here.
The house was far inferior to the one she had in La Jolla, but in this small village with a population of only a few hundred, the three-story building was very conspicuous.
*
For a while afterward, it felt like they were on vacation. Of course, Rena Mizunashi and the other two knew exactly what was going on—they were just incidental. If it weren't for champagne, Alsace would probably have just wanted to bring bourbon along.
The next day, Olga took them on a seaplane to Katmai, where they watched huge brown bears standing on the waterfalls of the Brooks River, their mouths open, waiting for migrating sockeye salmon to be delivered into their mouths.
The sound of the water was so loud that I could hardly hear the people around me talking when I was standing on the shore watching the scenery.
Actually, there was no need to speak. Olga stood quietly on the shore, watching for almost the entire afternoon. Since she didn't speak, the others naturally had to keep quiet and stay put.
Later, Rena Mizunashi even began to secretly hope that Bourbon would speak up and persuade this little ancestor to go back - the sight of "brown bear fishing" was indeed spectacular, but it was really unnecessary to just watch it for the whole afternoon.
Unfortunately, Bourbon did not do as Rena Mizunashi wished. He stayed behind Arthas and stood with her quietly.
Mizunashi Reina looked at the expressionless two people in front of her and thought to herself, weirdos really only get along with weirdos. If she hadn't known these two people a little bit, just looking at their expressions, especially Arthas, she would have almost thought that the child had ASD.
The wind is strong, the sound of water is loud, and the pristine and magnificent natural scenery here is fascinating.
Amuro Toru glanced sideways at Olga.
The wind blew through her long hair, and the few crimson strands on her forehead were scattered and hit her cheeks. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she just kept looking ahead silently, standing upright on the shore, but she seemed as if she could be easily blown down by the wind.
He always felt that something was not right with Olga these past few days, even though she seemed to be really happy about the vacation.
Amuro Toru couldn't help but recall the words that Vermouth had told him before leaving - "Keep an eye on Arthas."
Why did she have to remind him again specifically?
Although there were no clues yet, Amuro Toru had a feeling that something was about to happen. Something bad.
*
Around eight o'clock in the afternoon, the light in the sky gradually disappeared.
"Let's go."
Olga finally decided to turn around.
At this moment, not to mention Mizunashi Rena, even Moroboshi Tai felt that his legs were already a little numb from standing. This was a very novel experience for him.
Amuro Toru gathered Olga's coat and left with her. Olga held his hand, and the two of them walked until the last ray of light in the sky disappeared.
Amuro Toru felt the touch of her palm. The fingertips of her left hand were covered with thick calluses, the marks of years of piano practice.
rear--
What a weird person. Mizuno Rena looked at the two figures in front of her, one big and one small.
Is “Brown Bear Fishing” so interesting?
*
In the following days, they took the glass-domed train across Mount Denali; took a boat through Turnagain Arm and saw the glaciers up close; they saw seals basking in the sun on the ice and black and white whales leaping out of the sea covered with broken ice; they also hiked on the glacier and looked down at the towering snow-capped mountains...
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