After talking to "Thunder Page", Dake put the "chaotic" card into his pocket with a relaxed look on his face, walked out of the "hot pot" restaurant, and stretched his waist long.

Under the dark cloudy sky that had become dim from brightness, Dark walked to the corner and saw Wolfya who had been waiting for a long time.

"How is it? Did that woman in 'Thunder Page' give you the answer you want?" Wolfya smoked the "Mixed Night Scent Plant" cigarette roll in her hand, spit out a nearly complete smoke ring, leaned against the cold blue brick and stone wall, looked up at the increasingly turbid sky slightly, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"Did you communicate with her about my affairs?" Dak did not answer positively, but leaned against Wolfya, asking back with a relief smile.

"Of course, as a member of the guard, I have the obligation to discover hidden dangers that threaten the Federation in advance and eliminate him in the bud." Wolfya replied in a deep voice.

"I am... a hidden danger? Haha, it's interesting, but indeed, after experiencing the years of 'losing my heart', I am indeed closer to the loser than the superpower." Dark said self-deprecatingly.

After thinking for a few seconds, he stood against the wall, stood opposite Wolfya, and continued to ask:

"But, Wolfya, where are we going next? Christmas is three days left, and the holiday will last until two weeks after the holiday, about the 21st, right?"

"Well, that's right, this holiday is a long time." Wolfya nodded, took a last breath of cigarette, threw it on the side of the road, stepped hard, and perfectly integrated into the sludge, and said:

"It's strange that there are much less news about the invasion of the 'Wave of the Intentions' invasion in the past two days. The Cruiser Federale, the Capital Military and the True Zhibao have not had many page reports. According to federal law, there is an invasion incident of the 'War of the Intentions', and all newspapers must publish the Federal Commission's announcement on a prominent page, detailing specific information including time, place, quantity, etc. Now, it's like the 'War of the Intentions' is also going to celebrate Christmas."

"Christmas?" Dark thoughtfully:

"Maybe someone really wants to celebrate the festival, so he temporarily 'let them go'."

"Oh? Who could it be?" Wolfya asked with interest and turned his head to Dark.

"The Lost, haha." Dark smiled bitterly:

"The emergence of 'unintentional people' is often because the losers are controlled by the losers behind them. Although the federal officials have always believed that the group of lost people who have their own civilization had fallen thirty years ago, in fact, they are like wolves, hiding in the dark corners where we cannot see them. Just like seeds, when the spring of theirs comes, and the rain and dew nourish them, their power will quickly 'take roots and sprout' and grow into towering trees."

"By the way, Wolfya, the sequential divination of the 'Lei Page' for me was 'chaotic', and I, already opened the iron door and chose the magic world. I am different from the boy Natasha who met [God of Love]. When we face the same problem, we made completely different choices."

Dake walked out of the street and the arms control area, muttering to himself:

"Do I have a fate with that young man with the 'Red Magic Source Power'? It seems that if I have time, I have to find the old man on duty room to help me and find an empty house to make an emblem. If the [Order] in the dream, the owner of the Red Magic Source Power, and the claim to be the 'Echoerer', I can recall more details in the dream."

"Then, you have to go to the north, the snow and the eternal white area at the end of the world."

"This kid finally has a direction. Perhaps this is enough to suppress the 'virus' deep in his spirit." Wolfya smiled knowingly.

Then, he pulled out another cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, and followed it calmly.

...

Cruisd Federation, Ice-Lin City, Ice-Lin District, "Scream of Steel Flame" Palace, and the Federal "Chief Executive Office".

The originally brilliant sky outside the window gradually became dim and depressed as the bells of St. Ivan Cathedral not far behind the palace building rang.

Fortunately, Christmas is coming soon. After nightfall, the city is not synonymous with loneliness, sadness, terror, coldness and danger, but rather the gongs and drums, firecrackers and red flags are waving, and there are crowds of people. The rehearsal has not stopped. In addition, the residents of the capital have been tortured by the "unintentional" virus for many years. After the old administrator Viking was assassinated, the new administrator relaxed many restrictions, allowing all residents of the city to feel the festive atmosphere again.

The stars hang high in the vast universe that has never changed, and the scattered lights are sparsely splendid in every corner of the city. It seems that five hundred years later, the people of Cruised began to forget the disaster that dusted civilization for the first time.

After all, no one knows exactly how it was born, nor does one predict how it dies.

Five hundred years of catastrophe have made Cruised's history seem to be covered with a thick layer of fog, making it impossible for people to peek at the wonderful mystery.

Due to the lack of a large amount of data and the inaccurate understanding of the chronology of the New Crown BC, the existing historical data rarely mark the accurate year of the Third Era and the previous history. In addition, the remains of various parts of the Federation are either occupied by strong magic power and various twisted monsters, or destroyed by wars and tomb robbers. It is difficult for the Federation to dig out some valuable items and documents from it.

In addition, before the end of the empire, the Federation had slaughtered the old royal family, old nobles and various officials, military leaders and scientists who supported the empire in civil strife, and the devastating destruction of several waves of "unintentional people", it is difficult for the Federation to try to replicate more old empire technology from sporadic old documents and various books.

Looking at the last ray of light belonging to dusk completely annihilated in the darkness, the lights lit up, connecting the colorful night scenes.

Vasily Voliganov, the current Federal Chief Executive, put down the obsidian-like "Era" pen in his hand, closed the documents that had just been submitted for approval, and supported the red solid wood desk with his hands covered with calluses and various scars, and stood up, walked towards the window and looked into the distance.

The office he was in was the "Combat Command Office" used by Ivan Twenty-Fifth of the Cruz Empire to command military affairs in various parts of the Empire. For confidentiality, the space was not large overall, equivalent to the living room of a middle-aged man in the former Empire.

The former consul liked Cruzde's court style, especially the graceful and noble style that came with the culture of the central imperial country.

He always worked in the "Kingyu Hall" where Ivan XXII lived, and liked to wear Cruzde's long-sleeved tops with red and gold, lined with two rows of buttons, and white silk trousers embroidered with golden silk thread.

In order to show his extraordinary merits, he prefers to hang such as the "Cruzed Hero Medal", "Federal Warrior Medal", "Ice-Ruin Medal" and "Purple Flag Medal" on tops that are not very spacious.

This self-centered and vanity-satisfied style is naturally not favored by Vasily.

On the contrary, his "Chief Executive Office" is known for its simplicity, simple wooden floors, light yellow wallpaper, a wooden table, a row of bookshelf, a coffee table, a mirror, a few sofas, a simple bathroom with it, and that's all.

In addition, documents sent from various regions are stacked on the wooden table, and the "Cruzed Federal Map" and "Western Federal Situation Map" are hung on the walls. In the corner is an old weapon stand brought from the strategic team, with special weapons newly developed by the federal science and technology team to fight against "exotic unintentional people".

After closing his eyes slightly for a few minutes, the Chief Executive Vasily breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards the mirror and simply tidied up his instrument.

He doesn't like exaggerated Cruise style outfits, but prefers the dark black formal outfits that have been carried forward in the "Victoria" era of Putoya Empire in the south.

After stroking the wrinkles of his shirt and tidying his slightly crooked tie, Vasily picked up the plastic comb beside him and simply smoothed his shiny hair. Then, he looked at his appearance reflected in the mirror.

He was a native of Cruzd. In his early years, he led the federal "Far Northeast Legion" to fight against the "Intentional Man" and the Lost in the wasteland near the end of the "Big Railway", with a long-standing murderous atmosphere.

His face was wide and slightly round, his nose was high and straight, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were wide open, and his brown eyes revealed the domineering aura of being in charge of everything.

His face has a whiter background, perhaps because he hasn't personally walked onto the battlefield for many years, but even so, all kinds of small scars on his face and the deep claw marks in his ears are enough to prove that he was an excellent [soldier] who had been through life and death.

Even if he stared at his face, Vasily could still feel the domineering and majesty of the leader from the bottom of his heart.

After the clock on the wall pointed to 9:30, Vasily opened the switch connected to the simple electrical light on the wall and shouted out the door:

"Bring that person in."

"Yes." Cruise, who was very teenage, responded.

About fifteen minutes later, the door was opened by a young man of sixteen or seventeen. After a few simple conversations, at Vasily's instruction, two tall soldiers wearing dark blue uniforms of the capital guards and fully armed men wearing pure black cloaks and "two-headed eagles" masks walked into the office.

"Leave him here, you leave." Vasily commanded in a brief sentence.

"May Chief Executive, he is a dangerous person, and there will be risks when staying alone with you. We need to ensure your safety. Should we let these two guards stay as temporary security personnel?" the young man suggested in a sincere tone.

"No need." Vasily's tone was very low and decisive.

Immediately afterwards, his mouth raised, glanced at the relatively "slim" man in black cloak, and said disdainfully:
Chapter completed!