According to historical records—
Before the Eternal Freeze descended, Belobog had once been home to many winged creatures capable of soaring through the sky.
But humans were never among them.
The surrounding soldiers looked like they had seen ghosts.
Every single one stared with wide eyes.
Belobog did not have monsters like this.
Looks like these people really were visitors from beyond the stars…!
“Now do you understand why I said men with wings make people feel safe?”
A-Xian’s eyes practically turned into hearts as she stared at Lingzhou.
Gepard:
“I believe you.”
“My apologies for the offense earlier.”
“I ask the three of you to forgive us.”
Lingzhou:
“Perfectly understandable.”
“We’re unfamiliar with the area.”
“We had no idea that man was a suspect.”
Gepard:
“Could you please recount everything that happened after you arrived?”
“In as much detail as possible.”
March:
“We hadn’t been here long when that guy called Sampo showed up.”
“He said he could…”
“Uh…”
“Cooperate with us.”
“But the moment you people arrived, he instantly stopped pretending.”
“He ran away and even stole several pieces of our merchandise!”
Stelle glanced at March.
She adapted pretty quickly.
Gepard paused.
“Cooperate?”
“May I ask what brought the three of you to Belobog?”
Lingzhou repeated the story he had told Sampo.
Only this time—
The “merchandise” he produced was different.
Ordinary clothing.
Fruit liquor.
When Gepard saw the high-quality materials and beautifully packaged finished goods—
The last traces of suspicion in his eyes nearly vanished.
The surrounding soldiers no longer stared at the Express crew like criminals either.
Although they couldn’t understand—
Even if they scratched holes into their skulls—
How Lingzhou was producing merchandise out of thin air.
Gepard:
“This is beyond my authority to decide.”
“I can only bring the three of you to the Supreme Guardian.”
March:
“The leader of this planet?”
“Yes.”
“Whether Belobog enters commercial cooperation with you can only be decided by her.”
Gepard nodded.
But inwardly—
He sighed.
Belobog was currently in poor condition.
These outsiders had arrived looking for business partners at the worst possible time.
“Come with me.”
“Belobog lies beyond this curtain of snow.”
“Then we’ll trouble Officer Gepard to guide us.”
“By the way, don’t you have vehicles?”
“We used to.”
“But because of the harsh environment, many forms of transportation are no longer usable.”
Gepard didn’t tell the complete truth.
The real issue was energy scarcity.
Even if these people were foreign merchants, he could not casually reveal Belobog’s internal difficulties.
As a soldier—
He was responsible for protecting the people.
He could never fully lower his guard toward outsiders he barely understood.
Along the way, March continued muttering about the bastard responsible for nearly getting them arrested.
“Officer Gepard.”
“You’re not chasing Sampo anymore?”
“That man is extremely cunning.”
“He isn’t easy to catch.”
Lingzhou:
“Perhaps I can help you catch him.”
Gepard:
“Oh?”
“Mr. Lingzhou, please explain.”
At this point—
Players focused their attention.
Lingzhou had a method for catching Sampo?
The man ran faster than a rabbit.
“We conduct business throughout the galaxy.”
“To protect our merchandise, we generally place trackers on some items.”
“If something unexpected happens and the goods are lost, it gives us a chance to recover them afterward.”
“It just so happens that several of the items Sampo took contain tracking devices.”
Lingzhou smiled and produced a tracker.
“Officer Gepard.”
“Take a look.”
A technological interface resembling radar appeared in the players’ view.
Three red markers stood out clearly near the upper-right portion of the central point.
“The signals stopped moving ten minutes ago.”
“My guess is that Sampo drank the bottle of strong liquor.”
“And passed out.”
“You mean…”
“He got drunk?”
Gepard frowned.
“Exactly.”
“Could Sampo have discovered something was wrong and thrown away the trackers?”
Lingzhou denied the possibility with a logical analysis.
“No.”
“The man carried our merchandise with him even while fleeing.”
“That shows he has a habit of taking small advantages whenever possible.”
“He might throw away the empty wine bottle after drinking it.”
“But probably not the clothing.”
“All the trackers are currently clustered in one location.”
“There’s an eighty-percent chance he temporarily lost consciousness.”
“You can send people to check the coordinates.”
“I imagine they’ll find something.”
“Oh, right.”
“Take these two sets of restraints.”
“Just in case.”
Gepard:
“Thank you for the goodwill.”
“We have our own.”
Lingzhou shook his head.
“No, no.”
“These cuffs use special materials.”
“Without the key, they’re essentially impossible to break free from.”
Gepard remembered previous times when they had caught Sampo—
Only for the man to inexplicably disappear from custody.
“Thank you.”
He turned toward several soldiers.
“Proceed to the coordinates immediately.”
“If nothing is found, return to Belobog at once.”
After separating from the guards, Gepard led the trio toward Belobog.
Along the way, he explained the broad history of the city.
In simple terms—
Centuries ago, the Legion invaded.
War engulfed the world.
Just as humanity was about to collapse—
A blizzard buried their enemies.
The only remaining human stronghold became Belobog—
The City of Preservation.
After walking through the city for some time, Gepard gradually slowed.
“We’re almost there.”
At that moment—
A Silvermane Guard hurried up from behind.
“Reporting, sir!”
“We captured the suspect Sampo!”
Gepard turned in surprise.
Several soldiers were escorting a very familiar man.
“Sir.”
“These are the offworld guests’ recovered goods.”
Looking at the items—
The corner of Gepard’s eye twitched.
“Cough.”
“Good work.”
“Take the suspect away.”
“Keep him under strict guard!”
“Brother Lingzhou!”
“That was dishonorable!”
“You gave me fake liquor!”
As Sampo passed the trio, his steps were unsteady.
His face looked like someone had died.
And somehow—
He directed the accusation toward Stelle.
Stelle looked speechless.
“You can’t even recognize the person you’re accusing.”
“How are you still claiming Lingzhou gave you fake booze?”
March:
“Exactly!”
“Spend some quality time reflecting in prison.”
“Hmph!”
Sampo looked ready to cry.
“The label clearly said the alcohol content was single-digit!”
He could drink more than ten bottles of hard liquor at the tavern without getting drunk.
Yet one bottle from Lingzhou had knocked him unconscious.
This was a complete disaster.
The director had become the actor.
He had happily celebrated his successful plan to connect the Astral Express crew with Belobog—
Only to connect himself directly to a prison cell.
The cuffs restraining him were absurdly sturdy.
Definitely not Silvermane technology.
Sampo:
“Wuwuwu…”
“You treacherous outsider.”
“This old Sampo admits defeat.”
Soldier:
“Quit yelling!”
“Behave!”
The smooth, optionless sequence had countless players laughing uncontrollably.
“Sampo actually got completely played by Lingzhou.”
“This is what they mean when they say repeated evil brings self-destruction.”
[The Trailblazer isn’t mute! She talked so much!]
[Who said giving the protagonist more voiced dialogue ruins immersion? This works great!]
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