My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

"Okay," she replied breathlessly.

Noita thinks she is not good enough.

He simply went back into the ice house, took out the package, found some clothes and wrapped her up like a dumpling.

Originally, Noita was going to carry the roll of rice dumplings on her back, but Bing Qingting refused to agree no matter what, so Noita had to carry her on her shoulders.

The snow elf was thrown twice and spit out blood, then compromised.

She said painfully, "Let's change the position."

Noita put her on the snow and dragged her along with a rope.

Chapter 70 White Disaster

After an unknown amount of time of trekking, the snowstorm finally dissipated, and the fierce and cruel sunlight poured in from all directions, as if reflected by millions of mirrors, reaching its peak in an instant.

Noita quickly took out his goggles and put them on to avoid his eyes being burned by the bright light.

The ice dragonfly stared blankly at the scorching sunlight. She looked towards the light, but was not lost in it.

Because snow elves are natural polar creatures and can physiologically adapt to the snowy environment, their eye membranes can filter out strong light and prevent their eyes from being burned by sunlight reflected from the snow.

She said coldly, "Mountain."

The sound is as light as exhaled mist, which will disappear with the wind.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing the news, Noita turned around and saw a magnificent object hidden behind the blazing light, a holy snow-capped mountain.

The white one is like sacred salt, and the black rock is like the blood of the mountain, inlaid in the white, complementing each other, so eye-catching that the ice dragonfly saw it at a glance.

It was just far to the side of Noita, at the edge of the horizon, sitting there quietly, like a philosopher in deep thought.

Silver Peak, the origin of the mountain people, the place where the shamans sought enlightenment. The true Silver Peak has long since disappeared, leaving only its shadow in the snowy plains. It was the place of enlightenment and eternal rest. Thousands of shamans rest here, their spirits protecting it from external enemies.

——It is Silver Peak.

Noita finally saw the origin of the name of this nest.

Without hesitation, Noita turned around and headed towards Silver Peak.

"Wait a moment."

Ice Dragonfly called out to Noita. She struggled out from between the rough clothes and stood in front of her with a sly expression. "I can move on my own now," she said.

The snow elf had a slender figure, with curves and curves that made her almost as tall as Noita. Her hair and eyebrows were a pale white, almost transparent, and blood could be seen flowing faintly in her pure white eyes. Through the gap between her clothing and light armor, Noita could see the serious wound that was healing, and blood was flowing through it, but surprisingly, the blood did not flow out, but flowed under the wound.

Noita waved her hand and the wind blew up a few pieces of clothing and took back the package.

"Then go on your own."

She moved forward towards Silver Peak, exposing her back to the Ice Dragonfly.

Ice Dragonfly followed closely behind and grabbed Noita's wrist.

"Don't go straight ahead. The landscape ahead is cursed."

There are many dangerous supernatural landforms in the snowfields. The snow elves call those areas that are harmful to life due to the influence of magic as cursed lands.

Due to the passing of the blizzard, a large amount of snow covered the pits and dangerous magical landforms that were created for various reasons. Noita, who was not familiar with the snowy landforms, found it difficult to recognize them, but the snow elves were able to identify them.

Ice Dragonfly said seriously, "The area ahead is the Fairy Frost's death zone. Walking in it will consume a lot of physical strength. If you are not careful, you will fall into the snow. Moreover, the Fairy Frost will cause fatal hallucinations to creatures within the range. This is a curse that is difficult to resist. So don't go there, otherwise you will die and I will have no one to repay you."

Noita stared at her straightly, as if she had discovered something surprising. She smiled and said, "It turns out you're not as cold as you appear. I thought you would hold a grudge and not talk to me."

When Ice Dragonfly fell to the ground after being thrown out of the ice house, her face looked as ugly as if it were painted with bronze paint. She thought Ice Dragonfly would remember this incident for a long time.

Ice Dragonfly said seriously: "I won't blame my savior for some trivial things."

Noita pretended to be aggrieved: "But you didn't give me a good face along the way."

"That's because of the aphrodisiac scent you carry. I initially thought you had ill intentions and were coveting my body." Ice Dragonfly glanced at me, feeling truly embarrassed. "But after being around me for so long, I've realized it was just your scent, not some aphrodisiac."

Noita understood why Ice Dragonfly was unwilling to be nice to her. It was because of the orchid scent on her body.

Hongrong, you have done a lot of harm to others.

But there was one thing that bothered Noita. She said unhappily, "You're not as pretty as me, so why would I covet you?"

Hearing this, Ice Dragonfly carefully examined Noita's appearance and said seriously, "You are indeed prettier than me."

His posture was like someone trying to comfort a depressed child.

She obviously didn't see through Noita's disguise. The change in her perfect physique was a complete change. Unless the Ice Dragonfly could see through the soul, she would have no chance of seeing Noita's true appearance.

Ice Dragonfly identified the direction and found a route around the Fairy Frost Land. She whispered softly, "Follow me."

Noita followed her forward, taking a winding route around the Feyfrost Lands.

After avoiding the Fairy Frost Land, Ice Dragonfly said, "Can I lead the way from now on? You'll be responsible for recording the terrain. Drawing a map can earn you a lot of gold coins in the association."

"of course can."

Noita used the recording equipment distributed by the association to record the terrain and cursed places along the way.

The Ice Dragonflies were indeed experts on the snowy plains, able to spot dangerous terrain and traps simply from a vantage point. After each step, they rested to recuperate. Although her physical condition was still poor, she continued to feign composure, trying to appear calm.

It was too slow to stop and go along the way.

Noita took the initiative to pick up Ice Dragonfly. Seeing the slight panic in her eyes, she said happily, "Tell me the route and I'll carry you. This will be much faster than walking and stopping."

Hearing the words "stop and go", the ice dragonfly that wanted to struggle stopped.

——She was the one who slowed down the progress.

With the idea that "it doesn't matter if they are all girls", she temporarily accepted this reality and pointed out the way forward.

Under her guidance, Noita quickly rushed through the dangerous area, and the distance between him and Silver Peak was visibly shortened.

On the way, Noita was not focused on getting on with her journey. She sensed the chaos of rhythm in the ice dragonfly's body through physical contact. There was a noise echoing in the ice dragonfly's body that was inconsistent with the overall melody of the human body. It was like ripples on the surface of the lake, destroying the tranquility of the lake.

She had long noticed the mismatch in the Ice Dragonfly's body recovery speed.

In the first hour of their encounter, Ice Dragonfly recovered from the brink of death and was able to sit, stand, and walk, but then, like a download progress bar stuck, her recovery suddenly slowed down, and even stopped completely. This didn't make sense, because the body's recovery speed should be getting faster and faster, not slower and slower.

After several hours of trekking in the blizzard that followed, the Ice Dragonfly only recovered enough to walk.

There must be some interference factor in her body.

Now that I touched it, I found something was wrong.

It was a vibration that seemed to never stop, echoing in her body with the beating of her heart, disrupting the rhythm of her heart, making her injuries worse and there would be no chance of recovery.

If the healing items that Ice Dragonfly possessed were not powerful enough, she would have died.

Is this a hidden move by the Crystal Scorpion?

Noita was thoughtful, trying to analyze the vibration and learn this technique to fight the enemy.

The Ice Dragonfly analyzes the terrain. When it is safe ahead, she will tell Noita the techniques to identify snow traps and terrain, and tell Noita about the most terrifying natural disaster in the snowfield - the white disaster.

It was a terrible disaster of blizzards and hurricanes that could flatten everything in its path and bury everything under snow.

The blizzard they had encountered earlier was not a white disaster. It was just a blizzard. There was no terrible magical phenomenon mixed in the snow. The snow did not turn into knives, there was no thunder in the wind, no cold flames and frost fire on the ground, and even the air was not sucked out.

But blizzards are often a precursor to white disasters, so when the igloo is buried, the ice dragonflies will excitedly blast away the snow and escape to the surface.

There is still life on the surface, but under the snow, you will never be able to get out.

Chapter 71: Unity

Serkar, Community No. 7.

It was like a cold wave had arrived, and the weather became extremely cold overnight. The bleak cold wind blew through the alleys, greedily absorbing the warmth of the living.

Although there was no snow, everyone knew from the dropping temperature that winter had arrived early.

On a moonlit night, Adele stood outside a four-story villa, leaning against the wall, listening to the rustling of oak leaves in the cold wind.

Beside her stood a woman with her face covered with a black veil. She was thin and her temperament blended in with the cold night. She said nothing, staring intently at the courtyard, as sad as a ghost.

Some thugs and two gargoyles were lying at the foot of the villa's steps. The gargoyles were painted with gold, had eyes of black agate, and were wearing silk clothes. Their hideous, devil-like faces had a slightly strange look of mercy.

They are not pure stone statues, but carefully crafted magical constructs. If someone invades the house, the gargoyles will turn into a howling nightmare that falls from the sky and tear the invading thugs into pieces.

This is a masterpiece of a master, expensive and practical, and the best choice for guarding your home.

Unfortunately, the operator was overconfident and personally controlled the gargoyles to attack Adele. However, they were incapacitated by two delay traps and were subsequently overwhelmed by the surging Federation members. If the gargoyles had been allowed to attack automatically, it might have been more troublesome.

Adele touched her cold face and thought that perhaps her beauty played a role in making her enemies underestimate her.

While Adele was thinking, Beth walked out of the villa: "Muse, it's all solved."

Bess has grown into a very strong man, half a head taller than before, with muscles all over his body that give him an explosive sense of power.

This is the effect of the "vigorous vitality" ritual.

One day after Milin announced that he had mastered the Vitality Ritual, Adele moved the magical materials that Noita had prepared for the ritual from the basement to the Federation's warehouse. On the way, she also saw a note left by Noita saying that she was going to explore the nest.

After obtaining the materials, Milin first held a ceremony for elders such as Beth, and after confirming that there was no future trouble, he also held a ceremony for Luo Wei.

Adele refused the ceremony. She felt it was good to grow up slowly and didn't want to be forced to mature.

After hearing the news from Beth, Adele walked into the villa. From the entrance to the hall, she saw seven or eight tied-up thugs unconscious. These were all thugs hired by the owner of the villa.

The villa is magnificently and luxuriously decorated, with precious works of art everywhere. Even if they are stained with blood, their value is not diminished.

When they arrived at the hall, they saw more than a dozen people tied up and piled in the open space. The man wearing gold and silver and the most luxurious clothes was the owner of the house and also the target of this operation - Sherlock, the lender of Community No. 7.

He had been lending money at high interest rates in this area for almost ten years, causing countless families to be ruined. He was also the first businessman to openly try to win over the Kaza Brotherhood and curry favor with them.

When Sherlock saw Adele, his eyes lit up. He thought she was a weak girl who knew nothing about the world.

He shouted loudly, "Adele, don't think that your childish organization can scare me. You can't afford to offend the people behind me. If you let me go and apologize, I may consider letting you go!"

Sherlock's noise was ferocious, but combined with his bound, ball-like body, it was a bit ridiculous.

Like a pig to be slaughtered.

Seeing his outwardly timid appearance, Adele shook her head, her jewel-like eyes hard and cold. She said coldly, "Although you're on the list, someone else is looking for you today."

Adele clapped her hands, and with the loud sound, a lady in a black veil walked into the hall and stared at Sherlock intently. Her eyes were dull and her lifeless gaze made people's spines cold when it fell on people.

Charlotte's eyes were wide open and her lips were trembling with excitement. It was obvious that she knew this lady.

"Do you remember Anthony? The merchant who died because you took a pound of flesh from him? This is his wife."

Adele told him the cause of the disaster in a cold voice.

The cause of the incident was a conflict between businessmen. Shylock focused on usury, while Anthony would lend money to others without interest. After a long time, conflicts arose between them, and Anthony's behavior seriously affected Shylock's financial resources.

As the conflict deepened, Anthony's business was hit by a robbery, causing him to run out of funds. Shylock approached him and offered to lend him money at a low interest rate, but with one condition: if Anthony failed to repay the loan on time, Shylock would cut a pound of flesh from his chest as payment.

Anthony calculated the interest and time, and signed the contract after confirming that there was enough margin.

Everything was going well, and with the help of Shylock's loan, Anthony recovered and started to build up his business. As the repayment deadline approached, Anthony started to raise money to repay his debts, but he was shocked to find that his assets had been frozen.

Shylock used bribery and other means to report Anthony's bad assets and temporarily froze Anthony's property, causing him to be unable to repay the loan and having a pound of flesh cut off by Shylock.

Charles is Anthony's wife, the person he promised to spend his life with.

The sorrowful lady slowly approached Sherlock and whispered, "Originally, I hired several adventurers to kidnap you, but they were stopped by the Pious Union. Fortunately, the Union has no good feelings towards you, which gave me an opportunity."

Charles picked up a slender lancet, drew out a magic wand, and slowly approached Sherlock like a ghost.

"The bank clerk you bribed died of illness yesterday. Now it's your turn."

Adele interrupted, "Ms. Ciel, we need him alive. There are many people in the community who hate him."

"That's what you said. Well, I'll keep him company. My grandmother said I had the talent to become a demon, and it seems to be true these days. Come on, Mr. Sherlock, we still have a lot of time."

So the night was long and silent, and Adele watched coldly as Charles took revenge on Shylock. She saw him go from cursing to wailing, from threatening to begging for mercy, and then to not having the strength to speak.

Adele vomited three times and turned pale.

When dawn was about to come, Sherlock was still alive, and his skin was even intact, but he was mentally depressed and had some symptoms of dementia.

Ciel's wand contained healing magic, which made it difficult for Sherlock to die from his injuries - as long as she controlled the strength.

Ciel's face turned pale. After giving Sherlock the last healing spell stored in her wand, she added several more cuts to his skin.

The new nerves and skin made Sherlock twitch reflexively. Although his vocal cords were intact, his mind was damaged and he had difficulty responding to the injury.