Is this… Rutland’s ice cream machine? It’s a relatively new model. If I remember correctly, it should have been released on Chocolate Street in 91.

She had indeed not tasted the food from her hometown for a long time.

I think ice cream made with the same machine will taste exactly the same… After all, Rutland’s ice cream machine does not require any recipe. It comes with molds for almost all varieties and flavors, and will automatically allocate raw materials for production.

“Ah, it’s a newcomer…” The owner of the dessert shop is a beautiful girl from the Carter tribe, with a tall figure and skin as white and transparent as snow. Just as beautiful and fragile as snow, it should have been a completely sad and beautiful scene, but she smiled warmly, her eyes were full of sunshine-like warmth, and a scar on her nose bridge added a bit of heroism to her delicate face.

“Mostima, temporarily appointed as the warlock specialist of the Rhodes Island Field Department,” the man who spoke returned to his usual light smile after leaving the workroom where Akado was. It wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t rude.

“Yelena, an operator from the logistics department of Rhodes Island,” Yelena thought for a moment, “On Rhodes Island, you can call me by my code name…”

“Frost Star,” she smiled a little embarrassedly. This code name was given to her by her best friend.

The guy who wrapped himself tightly in a hood and mask all day long was a doctor from Rhodes Island. After nearly half a year of operation, he was a genius who completely solved the financial crisis of Rhodes Island.

Senior operators all have a certain degree of trust in him. Few people know that underneath those thick fabrics is a cool and beautiful girl… Yelena thinks the doctor is very cute. Although he looks very cold, he always shows great enthusiasm and trust in the operators. He often does some weird and playful things, causing most of Rhodes Island to be in chaos. In the end, Dr. Kal’tsit from the medical department often takes over to deal with it.

The other party’s unconditional love and trust were overwhelming for the girl who grew up in the tundra.

We became very good friends without even realizing it.

Yelena pinched her hot cheeks and said, “So, what flavor would you like, Miss Mostima?”

Sakta stared at the menu for a long moment, and she noticed something strange.

Ursus tundra flavored ice cream? It’s hard not to be curious. Sorry, I’ll think about the taste of my hometown later, and I’ll just try something new today.

Her wallet was already very thin. After all, she had been running in the wilderness for so long, and she had to stop in various cities to resupply and collect intelligence.

She plans to come here to spend money after Rhodes Island gives her an advance on part of her salary.

The salary advance was possible thanks to a series of reforms to the company’s rules and regulations implemented by the doctor, which recovered a large amount of idle resources from various redundant projects, allowing Rhodes Island to have the margin to pay employees sufficient wages on time every month.

Yelena prepared a secret recipe and packed the ice cream in a sealed disposable insulated box.

“No cone?” Sakota started to be picky.

“Um… Sorry, the employee in charge of making cones has asked for leave today, so there are no cones available,” Yelena handed the ice cream to Mostima, “Oh, by the way, where are your two staffs?”

Mostima lowered his head to observe the appearance of the ice cream, which was quite good. “The staff was borrowed by someone. How did you know…”

“Because Ms. Mostima is very famous. When you were testing it at the training ground, the powerful spells you cast scared the elite operators.”

Staff, the blue-haired Sarkaz looked at the huge dome embedded with electronic screens.

They were taken away for study by a blood demon.

……

About 6 hours ago.

Workshop E4, Rhode Island.

“You should understand the value of the Holy Nail,” Akado asked knowingly.

Mostima realized that this man was going to start negotiating. The relics of the first generation of saints of Lateran had long been his spoils of war, so there was no reason to give them away for free.

She said nothing and nodded in agreement.

The expected interrogation-like intelligence torture did not happen.

“Just leave the staff behind,” the Blood Demon pointed to the black lock and white key beside the table, “I’ll catch up with them.”

……

Probably that’s it.

Two completely dismembered staffs lay peacefully on the workbench.

It’s completely scrapped.

However, the workmanship of the two staffs, the Black Lock and the White Key, was very poor, and their effect on amplifying spells was minimal.

The most valuable thing is probably the “fragments” contained in it.

The Great Silver Spoon, “All That Is One”, Yog-Sothoth.

They said so, but they could not clearly explain whether they were the scattered fragments of Yog itself, or the “gods” who had witnessed Yog’s true appearance and were assimilated.

Anyway, no matter what, the two fragments, one black and one white, were now stuffed into a brand new container by Akado.

A belt.

Metal activation technology was used, probably because the black lock and white key could effectively calm Akado’s blood.

This makes it extremely portable and can be quickly deployed in combat.

The types of abilities that Black Lock and White Key possess do not change with the container, but with such a set of power armor, they can actually stretch their hands and feet better.

Accardo took off the screws that were stagnant in the air one by one and put them into a plastic box. There was no sound of collision, but they vibrated extremely slowly and weakly according to the position he placed them.

Time stopped, what a wonderful feeling.

He patted his belt, twisted the white plug and pulled it out, and the black lock closed immediately.

[Operation identification passed: ZI-O, armor cover removed. ]

The blue and white armor quickly shattered, gathered into a belt and fell into Akado’s hands.

(As you can see, this is Kamen Rider ZIO’s Time Driver. Terra is about to welcome the King of Time (Mist), so where is Geiz? Where is my Geiz?!)

164. Ayjafjalla can’t hear

Quill made a new friend today.

She is a petite and cute girl from the Caprini tribe.

Unlike most Caprini people who have large, coiled horns, her horns can be described as “tiny”, which fits her petite and cute temperament.

She has long, fluffy brown hair and a pair of light pink eyes.

Far from the exaggerated reputation spread among Leitania’s higher education institutions, he is a genius research expert.

In Rhodes Island, she is more like a big sister next door, gentle and considerate, always trying hard and tirelessly to lend a helping hand to those in need.

Adele Naumann is a top scholar in many fields including volcanology, geology, natural disasters, and Originium Arts. Or, you can call her by her code name…

“Sister Eyjafjalla, have you finished today’s lessons?” Rosemary hugged Eyjafjalla and rubbed her happily. She had recently been discussing the principles of Originium techniques and expanding her knowledge with the Warlock Operators on Rhodes Island.

Be it the elite operators including Logos or the members of the instructor group, they all hold her in extremely high regard.

“Rosemary, I have nothing left to teach you,” Ayjafjalla touched the kitten’s head. Because of her mineral disease, her vision and hearing were severely weakened, and she didn’t hear clearly what Rosemary said. But seeing the girl’s happy expression, she couldn’t help but express such emotion.

Rosemary could be said to be the most talented spellcaster she had ever seen in her life. She had never even understood the essence of spells, but she was able to use extremely complex and sophisticated spell models as naturally as breathing.

Even in order to achieve her behavioral goals, she always inadvertently and spontaneously created new spell applications, and constantly optimized and improved them after using them again and again…

He is simply a natural born master of spells.

How could such a person need a teacher? With experience, she would eventually become an impeccable spellcaster like the Witch King of Letania.

Quill put away the books on the table, opened a draft book, took out a note from the interlayer of the pages, then spread it out and brought it closer to Ayafara to see.

[To the Messenger of the Scourge, Eyjafjalla, thank you for teaching Rosemary. Considering that language is a little pale in this topic, I have prepared a suitable gift. I hope you will like it – Akado.]

“Gift?” Ayjafjalla waved her hands repeatedly, with a flustered expression, “I like rosemary very much, so, gifts or something…”

“I think it’s better to accept it,” the quill said erratically, “Director Acardo doesn’t like people dissenting from his opinions.”

Eyjafjalla pursed her lips and nodded heavily, as if she was forced… She was indeed forced. As expected, she felt fear when she heard that person’s name.

Rosemary swung her tail, and her soft silver fur brushed across the back of Eyjafjalla’s hand, comforting her silently.

As a Scourge Messenger who traveled all over Terra, Eyjafjalla had a wide range of knowledge, from historical wars to national cultures.

Precisely because she knew so much, she understood how terrifying Akado was better than most people.

An executioner who emerged from the most brutal genocidal war.

He once had a city full of fanatics following him.

He faced the main forces of the Terran countries head-on and stood firm. In the nearly half-century war, he defeated dozens of famous legions and thwarted the strategies of the Gaul Empire. He was called “the edge of the devil” or even “the blood devil” by historians.

This should have nothing to do with Eyjafjalla.

But there is only one less credible legend that describes it like this:

The Witch King of Leithania once invaded the city-state of Kazdel, and the torrent of magic destroyed farmland and houses countless times, killing civilians and nobles.

When everything was over, the Sarkaz king set out on a journey with his buried hatred.

With his small entourage, he conquered the towering tower and nailed the almighty Witch King to the throne.

Blood spurted out of the window, smearing the brick wall, announcing the fall of a monarchy.

Crimson monsters will be born in the false peace, and will kill every Leitanian who masters magic.

Although the last prophecy has not been fulfilled so far.

But what has been described above are unquestionable realities.

Eyjafjalla once dealt with a blood demon. If she had not mastered a considerable level of Originium skills, she would have died in the wilderness long ago.

The almost blind bloodthirsty impulse and the exaggerated strength, coupled with various examples in history, inevitably made her feel fear when facing Akado.

“Excuse me, where is this…”

Ayjafjalla was led by the feather pen into a screening room where an old videotape was playing a black-and-white film.

She vaguely listened to the sounds around her, hoarse and noisy, like whispers.

She was the only one in the screening room.

Ayafara frowned, and her calves trembled uncontrollably.

She was a little scared and took out her mobile device to ask for help from her colleagues.

There was a lively atmosphere in the communication channel.

[Scout: (Voice message) It’s a pity that Syracuse’s Silver Wolf is out of print. I can’t smoke such a strong opium anymore. ]

[Medical Department Warfarin: (Voice message) The blood bank has suddenly thawed several cabinets of blood recently. It seems that there is a problem with the refrigeration device. Can someone call a few operators from the engineering department to come and take a look.]

【ACE: (Voice message) Have you discovered recently…】

[Eyjafjalla: Sorry to bother you…]

[Quill Pen: (Voice message) Ms. Ayafara, please pay attention to the drawer in front of you.]

Ayjafjalla opened the voice message, but she couldn’t hear what the quill said.

She typed in distress, [Sorry, the speakerphone function of my phone is a bit weak, I can’t hear you guys talking.]

[Quill Pen: (Voice message) Ms. Ayafara, please pay attention to the drawer in front of you.]

Then, another series of voice messages flooded the screen, as if deliberately ignoring Eyjafjalla’s request.

Ayafara pursed her lips and her brows twitched slightly.

I feel like I’ve been bullied… No, Quill is a very gentle child and wouldn’t do such a thing… Everyone in Rhodes Island is a very nice person.

She pinched the hearing aid next to her ear and thought distressedly.

What should she do?

The drawers of the metal table in the projection room suddenly opened of their own accord.

Wrapped in a sponge pad is an earmuff-shaped instrument that looks very sci-fi. Next to it is a small card, [Bionic microphone, a byproduct of the prosthetic project, improved as a gift, usage is as follows: …] [Producer: Rhine Life Engineering Department Director, Acardo.]

“Ms. Eyjafjalla, welcome back to the world of sound.”

The sound of a quill came from the phone.

Ayafara held her slightly hot face in her hands. She liked the gift very much.

I must apologize to Mr. Accardo sincerely.

All along…

No, no, he shouldn’t be the kind of person who would care about such things…

Hmm. Eyjafjalla looked at the series of texts on the phone screen, which were encouragement and concern from different operators.

No one sends voice messages anymore.

Really, thank you very much.