My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

The information provided by Anjie was very detailed. Noita wrote it down. His palms became hot and a ball of fire emerged from his palms like a magic trick, devouring the document completely.

A slight burnt smell spread, but was quickly overcome by the smell of alcohol.

Later, Anjie took out a few more newspapers and handed them to Noita.

This is the "Voice of the Mountains" that she subscribed to a long time ago. She was told to keep it with Anjie, but she never read it after subscribing, so she saved four copies.

Noita took out the latest one and let Anjie deal with the rest.

She quickly read through the titles and accurately captured the content that interested her - the development of the Silver Peak Nest has been hindered, and nest investment may become a high-risk industry?

Alarmist headlines.

Noita curled her lips and looked at the content.

This article introduces the causes and consequences of the Adventurer's Association and Serkar's purchase of the nest. It also describes in great detail the association's unsuccessful exploration progress. Despite a large investment, they have not yet fully grasped the current status of the nest nodes. Now, the Adventurer's Association is still continuously pouring resources into the Silver Peak Nest, and the scale of the investment is even making Serkar's top management uneasy.

The resources they had spent in recent days were enough to build a small semi-permanent fortress, and the top leaders of Serkar received news that the association was indeed inviting a fortress design master to conduct an on-site survey, and several extraordinary people from the association were heading to the Silver Peak Nest.

The signals here are intriguing.

The title of this article sounds alarmist, but the actual content is very solid and explains the current situation of Silver Peak Lair very clearly.

Noita put the newspaper into the Gate City, said goodbye to Anjie, and left the Swordfish Tavern.

She wandered the streets, pondering the message contained in the news.

The Adventurer's Guild has increased its investment in Silver Peak Lair and is preparing to build a fortress. The message revealed is very subtle.

The top leaders of Serkar might think that the association wants to plant a nail in the Dark Moon Land, and they will be unable to sleep or eat.

But the Adventurer's Association will not do such a thankless task. Serkar is in its rising period. In this small piece of land, its high-end and mid-end forces are in an advantageous position. Although building a large fortress can poke Serkar's lungs, Serkar can also use it to clamp down on the association.

The association has no reason to do such things that harm others and benefit itself.

Unless the association finds that the profits it can gain far outweigh the loss of fame and fortune caused by building the fortress.

Noita suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, as if he saw the holy mountain standing in pure white in the center of the snowy plain.

The Silver Peak Lair has its own special features. Unlike ordinary medium-sized lair, it is a semi-secret place.

Its range appears to be a snowfield, but the snowfield is connected to Typhon's dream. The log says that the lost will sink into Typhon's dream, but if they take the initiative to cross the border of the snowfield, can they reach the grand dream of the gods?

The dreams of the gods encompass everything. If the association were to notice the peculiarity of the Silver Peak Lair, understand its secrets, and attempt to peek into the stunning scenery beyond the snowstorm, then the Silver Peak Lair would be the best outpost.

Realizing this possibility, Noita took out the newspaper again and checked the rest of the news.

Finally, a clue was found in a corner that could serve as evidence: "New business opportunities? Silver Peak Nest is expanding the town, the number of adventurers has increased, and the supply of supplies is in short supply."

The news said that Silver Peak Nest was expanding its buildings again, building many new residential and trading areas.

More and more businessmen are attracted by the association's big move and come here to participate in the event.

Noita remembered that the gathering area originally built in the Silver Peak Nest was very large, more than enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people for long-term living. When she left the Silver Peak Nest, many areas were still unused.

The expansion now means that the association believes that the current gathering area cannot meet the needs of adventurers.

It will make a big move in the near future.

Of course, this is just Noita's conjecture and is not guaranteed to be true.

This world has become a little strange in the details. Although the Adventurer's Association in the previous life also captured a medium-sized nest, nothing went wrong from beginning to end. It was just a nest rich in ice-attribute materials.

Although most of the world's settings match Noita's memories, some things are beginning to deviate.

It was harmless and did not hinder her movements.

Rather, Noita likes the feeling that the world is turning because of her.

In order to confirm whether the guess is true, Noita needs to find someone to verify the answer.

Among the people she knew, Luo Xiweiya was the most powerful and most likely to know the truth.

The girl quickly returned home, logged into the gate city in a safe environment, and sent a chat request to Luo Xiweiya who was online.

An eye-catching message appeared in the pinned bar. Luo Xiweiya opened the chat box and hesitated when she saw the invitation.

She was in a noisy hall, with numerous seats arranged in circles in the hemispherical venue. The venue had no roof, and the dark sky that was visible at a glance was like a curtain blocking her vision. The vague sight fell from behind the curtain and evenly sprinkled on everyone.

This was a meeting to discuss how to rescue and alleviate the impending disaster on Dark Moon Land. People from all over the world gathered together and argued endlessly.

Luo Xiweiya attended as a representative of the Calm Scale. She sat in the front row and enjoyed the farce.

Most people in this meeting did not need to express their opinions, including Luo Xiweiya.

"Madam Prophet?"

A gentle voice came from the side. Luo Xiweiya glanced sideways and saw a person whose figure was shrouded in a faint blood light. It was she who had just spoken.

——【Prophet】is Luo Xiweiya’s main ID.

Luo Xiweiya asked her: "What's the matter?"

The person in the bloodlight explained, "You were distracted. The Judgment Hall records everything that happens within its range. If you try to discuss important matters with a friend, it will be recorded. Also, if you create a chat room, it will be considered as leaving early, which will negatively impact the image of the adults behind you."

Luo Xiweiya nodded coldly: "Thank you for your reminder..."

She glanced at the bloody figure's ID tag: "...Ms. Bitter Melon Coffee."

"You're welcome."

Bitter Melon Coffee smiled slightly and continued to listen to the quarrel in the meeting hall.

Luo Xiweiya hesitated for a moment, switched accounts, and asked Noita through the synesthesia beacon: "What's the matter?"

Chapter 104 Return

Thrush: "Miss Witch, do you want something from me again?"

Even though they were separated by the synesthesia beacon and communicating only through text, Noita could smell the smile between the lines of Roshivia's words.

Witch: "If you want to ask my sister something, I will pay you."

Thrush: "Talking about money is awkward, but since Miss Witch insists on paying, I will accept it reluctantly. The starting price is 50 gold coins, and the price will increase according to the urgency. The more urgent the information, the more valuable it is. So Miss Witch, please think carefully before asking, otherwise you will accidentally empty your account - I have a wand in my shopping cart that I like and I am waiting for someone to empty it. What do you want to know?"

Witch: "The Adventurer's Guild's layout and action plan around Silver Peak Lair."

Luo Xiweiya frowned. She had known about this matter for a while, but she never thought that the witch lady had noticed something.

She has a pretty good sense of smell.

But after a while it will no longer be a secret.

Roxivia's brow relaxed as she informed Noita, "100 gold coins. Due to contractual restrictions, I can't elaborate further, but the Adventurer's Guild has indeed allocated a series of resources to Silver Peak Lair. They intend to build a city around it, making it a key base for the Guild in the Dark Moon Land."

Luo Xiweiya's answer was similar to Noita's guess, but the association's ambition exceeded her expectations. It actually wanted to build a city.

Noita raised the question: "Will Serkar just sit back and watch the association grow?"

How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed? The association building a city less than 100 kilometers away from Serkar is almost like poking a splinter under someone's fingernail, which is really disgusting.

Roshivia replied, "300 gold coins. Mother said that the exemplars from both sides held a secret meeting. Although we don't know the details, after that, the Association began to vigorously rebuild the infrastructure around Silver Peak Nest, while the Council of Elders remained silent on the matter."

Okay, that's fine.

Since the matter was decided by Dianfan, the people below could only make minor changes based on Dianfan's wishes, and they dared not show their dissatisfaction openly even if they were dissatisfied.

The establishment of Silver Peak City is a foregone conclusion.

"I'm fine."

"Okay." Luo Xiweiya listened to the conversation and sent a final message to Miss Witch, "If you have confidence in yourself, you can go to the Silver Peak Lair. There will be an event soon."

"I understand, thank you."

After seeing the reply, Luo Xiweiya turned off the synesthesia beacon and closed her eyes to rest in her seat. The quarrels in the venue were endless, as if they would never end.

Noita left the Gate City and left a note to Adele saying that she was going on a long journey.

Since Luo Xiweiya asked her to decide to go to the Silver Peak Lair to see the situation, she must go.

Maybe it can be beneficial.

And Roshivia's answer confirmed Noita's guess. The association must have discovered the specialness of the Silver Peak Lair and was interested in studying Typhon's Dream.

I hope they won't play with fire and get burned. The Dream of God is definitely not a kind person.

After leaving home, the girl calmly changed her appearance and took a flying car to Silver Peak Lair at a hotel. From some day on, Serkar's transportation system included Silver Peak Lair in its transportation coverage.

Flying car is the name for some aerospace transportation. The flying car that Noita rode was a 20-meter-long sky mayfly with a translucent blue surface, suspended in the air one meter above the ground.

The sky mayfly was dragging a carriage, which served as the passenger compartment.

When Noita got on the bus, it was not yet time for departure. The professional who drove the sky mayfly was sitting on the back of the mayfly, idly counting the ants on the ground.

The driver was a girl. Her body and exposed hair were gray-blue, her skin was soft, and her face was round. She was very cute.

Seeing that the driver was very pretty, Noita slipped up and went up to talk to her.

"Miss, are there many passengers on this route?"

The driver snapped back to his senses and smiled professionally. "A lot! Every bus is almost always full, with almost no rest breaks. It's on the move again within half an hour of landing. I've never seen such a high frequency of bus schedules on the northern route..."

They chatted for a long time until the departure time was approaching, and then they reluctantly parted.

As soon as she returned to the carriage, Noita's enthusiastic smile disappeared. She patted her face and looked through the window at the ground gradually moving away, her eyes deep.

She talked a lot with the driver and learned some information.

The route between Serkar and Silver Peak Nest had been established three days earlier, and the pilot had been transferred there along with many of her colleagues that same day. She described Silver Peak Nest as changing every day, with the apron location constantly shifting and the landing officer often missing.

When talking about this, the driver's resentment was almost visible to the naked eye.

Because the location of the apron changed frequently, she often couldn't find a place to land, and there was no person in charge to guide the landing, which resulted in her always floating in the sky for a while.

At the worst point, she waited in the sky for two hours before getting permission to land.

But this is not because the person in charge neglects his duties, but because the association is now short of staff. Many people have three or four jobs, work overtime all night, and wish they could divide themselves into five equal parts and work in different places.

Even with such a busy situation, there is still a shortage of manpower outside the nest.

What about inside the nest?

……

"Where are the people? Where did they go?"

The roar echoed at the border of the snowfield. The scholar with bloodshot eyes roared and called for his assistant. The pain of his brain being constantly squeezed made him extremely manic, and he wanted to deduct all the apprentice's credits.

"They fell into a coma due to high skull temperature."

Snow-white does gracefully emerged from the air, and flowers bloomed from the snow.

A group of unconscious apprentices were scattered on the snow. The scholars had used too much of their brain power to calculate the matrix at the border of the snowfield. Now their brains were exhausted and they were unconscious.

However, when the calculation reached a critical moment, the alchemical matrix running in front of the scholar was on the verge of collapse, and more computing power was needed to maintain the operation.

The scholar's computing power is also insufficient. The temperature of his skull is rising and he is unable to provide more computing power. If he does not find allies to share the burden, his brain will probably be cooked.

The doe smiled and said, "Do you need my help?"

Heavy breathing echoed in the empty air. The frantic scholar tossed a crystal beacon to the doe and said with difficulty, "Please lend me a hand."

The doe nodded and grabbed a hollow sphere from somewhere.

It embedded the crystal into the hollow sphere, and the next moment, computing power far exceeding that of scholars was connected to the matrix and took over the measurement.

The scholar's eyes rolled back, his brain drained, and he fell into the snow with a groan. The high temperature melted and evaporated the floating snow.

The hollow ball provided computing power to support the operation of the matrix, but the good times did not last long. The computing matrix was the first to melt and overload due to the high temperature, and the hollow ball followed closely behind, melting and boiling, and then exploded.

The splashing molten iron was intercepted by an invisible force, gathered into balls and thrown into the snow to cool.

"Failed again."

A sound like falling snow came from the sky, and a figure appeared beside the doe.

The doe glanced at him and said coldly, "This is the seventeenth method. Both alchemy and biological calculations have failed. Your idea of ​​using 'calculation' to interpret the divine dream is completely wishful thinking. It cannot be interpreted. Moreover, you don't even have the courage to personally embark on the trial, so how can you expect to gain the dream's approval?"

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. If you can achieve results through consumption, why take the risk yourself?"

The figure is a transcendent who guards the Silver Peak Lair. He was given the responsibility to explore the dreams of the gods and is the host of the "Dream of God" project.

The association had previously spoken with shamans such as Doe and made different promises in exchange for their cooperation.

After obtaining the shaman's permission, the Adventurer's Guild finally gained control of the Silver Peak Lair - although only half of the authority.