Meeting after the great battle
The little girl wasn't afraid of people. On the contrary, she looked the four people in the treehouse up and down with her big eyes, and asked in a clear voice, "Are you from the base? What are you doing here?"
From her, Kuwano sensed signs of a severely irradiated mind.
The treehouse opened, revealing the little girl's entire body.
She was wearing traditional clothing of the Snow Mountain tribe, with a round bone ornament hanging on her chest, just like the Snow Mountain people I had seen before.
The little girl walked in, somewhat wary but not too much, watching them from a distance.
Soon her gaze was drawn to the pot emitting heat and aroma, and her round eyes widened even more.
"What is this?" The children of the Snow Mountain tribe had never seen such a rare object before.
The four people inside the treehouse exchanged glances, and Sangye spoke first: "Would you like to come in and eat with us?"
The little girl did not refuse. She seemed to have no ill intentions towards the base.
Sangye served her a full bowl of tomato and beef brisket soup, and the little girl took a sip with a look of disbelief on her face—
The next second, she exclaimed in surprise, "What is this! It's so delicious! Does the base have such delicious food?"
The history of the first humans to arrive on Black Tower is too ancient to be verified. According to the Imperial Academy of Sciences, they were likely a group of people who accidentally crashed during their space exploration. They carried technology and knowledge, including the creation of nutrient solutions.
The planet Black Tower is covered by mineral veins, and no plants or animals can be found on its surface. Therefore, the various tribes on Black Tower rely on nutrient solutions for survival.
The little girl learned to make rice porridge on her own. She dipped the scrambled eggs into the tomato broth and then put them in her mouth. Her round eyes immediately narrowed with satisfaction, and she purred contentedly like a cat that had just eaten a delicious meal.
"No wonder the clan elder wanted to drive the base away; he even ransacked it last time." The child, not being so cunning, just said what he wanted to say: "So you have such delicious food."
The food, imbued with spiritual energy, made her feel comfortable, and her radiated spiritual body was also bathed in spiritual energy.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before," the little girl said, looking at Du Yuan as she ate.
Du Yuan had no impression of her. During the days she was captured by the Snow Mountain tribe, she mostly came into contact with nobles such as tribal chiefs and high priests. In the eyes of the nobles, "commoners" were not worth her precious mental energy.
“I remember now.” The little girl’s eyes lit up. “Sister Minur left the tribe with someone that day. Was that you? I remember you were wearing a very beautiful dress, like a cloud.”
Du Yuan didn't recall much about it. The Snow Mountain tribe lived inside the warmest volcano, in a complex terrain. That day, she was only focused on hurrying along the way, and as soon as she left the settlement, she was crammed into a small warship. She didn't have time to observe her surroundings at all.
"Did many of you see it?" Sangye seized on the key point, "but your clan leader seems to be unaware of it."
Klein had been skeptical until recently when he confirmed it.
“No one will tell him,” the child replied. “No one in our tribe likes him. He has mutated many of our people, causing them to bleed and suffer terribly every day. It is only because Sister Minur has been bringing us medicine and mental tonics that we have been able to survive.”
Brian only cared about the powerful "nobles," but Minur saw the innocent Snow Mountain tribe members being caught in the crossfire. No one would report her.
As the little girl spoke, she showed the four adults present her mutated arm, its skin covered in stiff, black scales as if infected.
"I was in so much pain back then. This thing grew from inside and cut my entire arm." Recalling the pain, the little girl pouted. "I heard that the chieftain went out to fight the base again. I hope he never comes back."
Children may not understand the struggle for resources or the wickedness of human nature, but they can directly perceive the good and bad aspects of life.
“The older brothers and sisters who came to the base to mine before would give me a lot of nutrient solution and play with me. I remember one older sister with a long scar on her face. People called her General. Every time she saw me, she would give me new clothes.” The little girl recalled, “Chief, we were treated better by outsiders than by the clan leaders.”
Aso Ment looked at what she was wearing. The clothes were modeled after the style of a snow mountain tribe, but the materials were all brought from outside. You couldn't really tell unless you looked closely.
“She has a daughter who is about your age,” Aso Ment said for the first time, answering the little girl’s question.
New life is precious.
The higher the rank of a sentry or guide, the less likely they are to reproduce. Modern science and technology cannot intervene in this respect.
Wu Huansheng and Mu An were together for forty or fifty years before they finally got Wu Jia Ning.
Aso Mente took even longer.
"What's your name? Why did you run out all by yourself?" Du Yuan asked gently.
“My name is Casey,” the little girl answered in a clear voice. “The people who went out of the tribe just came back. It seems that something happened to the chief. My mother told me to hide first because they take their anger out on us whenever they are unhappy. They think we are useless and that we are the reason why he has no strong subordinates to fight with.”
Casey frowned: "But I didn't see the chieftain return. Only his close associates returned, and they were seriously injured."
"He's dead." A male voice softly sounded in the doorway.
Everyone present possessed high-level mental strength, yet not a single person noticed his approach.
Lin Changli bent down and looked at the people in the treehouse. "You guys seem pretty relaxed."
He appeared at the door, looking clean and relaxed, and strode in with long strides, then sat down with an air of nonchalance.
"Brian is dead?" Asso Menter frowned. "Did you kill him?"
“That’s not entirely true. After you pierced his heart, someone else did the rest.” Lin Changli didn’t explain much, but calmly exchanged glances with Aso Ment.
Aso Mente instantly understood.
"The rest is up to you," Lin Changli said, picking up Casey who was lounging by the pot and serving himself a bowl, acting as if he were one of the family. "The Snow Mountain Clan should no longer be a threat."
Aso Ment truly relaxed, leaning against the roots of a sycamore tree and closing his eyes.
"Casey, do you want to come back to base with us later?" Not long after, she straightened up again and smiled at the little girl.
Casey's eyes have been wide open ever since she heard the news of Brian's death.
But she had no choice but to agree; Aso Ment was not trying to discuss it with her.
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. It's just that if you come back with us, someone will have a reason to come looking for you." Aso patted her warm little head.
As a guide, Kuwano has successfully completed her mission.
Aso Ment's gaze towards her finally softened, losing its defensiveness and hostility.
*
After that terrible man left, Minur watched as Brian's body gradually turned gray, turned into powder, and dissipated in the vast snowfield, leaving only a heart that had turned into black crystal.
She carried the heart back to the Snow Mountain Clan, where those who had followed Brian had all died in agony from radiation.
If a high-level guide were present, perhaps their life could be saved.
But Minur knew clearly that they could not be allowed to continue living, otherwise the Snow Mountain tribe would have no future.
So she chose to stand by and watch, and refused to allow anyone to offer her any valuable emotional support.
After Brian's death, she was the only surviving member of the previous clan and the undisputed heir. These once powerful nobles were now all living dead, so naturally no one would defy her orders.
Minur buried the lifeless heart in the cave of the Snowfall. With the explosion of the Snowfield Plain and the flying snow, the place will eventually be buried, and the Snowfall will disappear.
Just stand there and look at the sky, at the spot where your mother disappeared years ago.
Minur also looked up at the sky. She would live well and perhaps one day in the future, she would be able to meet her mother again.
All obstacles have disappeared, and her future is unfolding.
*
During their conversation, Sangye learned that it was Lin Changli who had destroyed Xue Li Yuan.
When Aso Mente ordered the destruction of the snow-capped mountain, he needed to return to base and mobilize several warships to complete the task.
But Lin Changli did it all by himself.
The Snow Pear Plain, revered as a sacred land of the Snow Mountain Clan, is in reality a place teeming with massive amounts of radioactive mineral veins and extremely dangerous, making even imperial warships struggle to navigate.
And just like that, it disappeared from the map.
He appeared calm and composed, showing no signs of having been in combat.
Even Asso Ment couldn't help but take a look.
Mental recovery potions are only slightly better than nothing for high-level Sentinels. True mental healing requires a Guide.
According to reports from Wu Huansheng during the suppression of the rebellion in the snowy mountains, his mental state had reached a low point.
The mental energy required to destroy Sydney Plains far exceeded that of the rebellion at that time.
If the rebellion is an asteroid, then Sydney Plains is a vast galaxy.
At that time, Lin Changli was in such poor condition that he was on the verge of rioting while dealing with the rebellion. How did he manage to carry out this operation?
Where did he receive mental rehabilitation?
Lin Changli remained calm, treating this as a routine act of getting up and dressed, nothing to be surprised about.
Instead, he pinched the drooping branches of the sycamore tree with great interest, observing the small house built by the sycamore tree.
An indescribable yet irresistible spiritual force surged through her body, eliciting cheers from the little phoenix. The spiritual force repaired the mental landscape that the little phoenix had burned beyond recognition, though with minimal effect. However, the little phoenix stared with great interest at the patch of grass that was now growing.
Before arriving at Black Tower Star, many people, including Lin Changli himself, warned Sangye about his ferocity and danger.
But every time he gets close, he strangely calms down.
Sangye was not unaware of this; she even had a vague guess, but she couldn't confirm it until it was actually verified.
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