Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

# Chapter 176: When Things Go Too Smoothly, It’s a Sign Something Big is Coming Minos.

Similar to Siracusa.

It was a third-world country on Terra, with a troubled fate. It had once suffered a century of aggression from Sargon and only gained independence in modern times. To this day, clashes and friction still occur at the border between the two nations.

Minos was very, very far from Lungmen.

The journey required passing through Siracusa, Leithanien, and Victoria.

By land-runner, assuming no accidents and driving twelve hours a day, it would take nearly four days. If the three of them took shifts to drive non-stop for twenty-four hours, it would likely only take two days.

After a simple lunch at Sora’s home, the group began preparing for their departure.

Since who knew how long they would be out, the round trip was theoretically only four days. But over such a great distance, and in the highly unpredictable wilderness, who knew what they might encounter along the way? For instance, the Originium Slugs they ran into when first setting out with Magallan, or the Originium Storm the second time.

Moreover.

Upon reaching their destination, they would have to begin their search, and no one could know how long they would need to stay in the deep valley. They might find it immediately, or it might take a week, two weeks, or even a month...

Therefore, food and drinking water had to be well-stocked. Crates upon crates of compressed food and military rations were loaded into the large, long-distance land-runner. Crates of drinking water were also brought aboard, along with many emergency water spheres. These spheres were encased in a special, edible outer skin. You just had to pop one in your mouth and chew lightly for it to burst, releasing about a mouthful of water. It might seem like just a small sip, but at a critical moment, it could truly be a lifesaver.

After a quick pack-up and final inventory check.

Texas, an experienced driver, got into the driver’s seat and drove away from Lungmen. Sora couldn’t go with them; this mission was quite dangerous. Although Sora was a member of Penguin Logistics, she was ultimately an idol. Her combat skills were far from the level of seasoned veterans like Texas and Exusiai. Besides, Sora had many upcoming performances and events in Lungmen, so it was naturally impossible for her to participate.

Generally.

Sora was only responsible for Penguin Logistics’ clerical work and some local deliveries within Lungmen.

This land-runner was far less advanced than those from Raythean Industries, let alone the one Lucas Reeve had personally modified for Jessica. After getting used to such high-end vehicles, this ordinary land-runner felt a little uncomfortable.

Along the way.

Exusiai talked a lot. A lot.

No wonder Franka had fallen into a depression so quickly back then. At first, Lucas Reeve was also happy to chat with Exusiai—after all, who could dislike a cute, lively, and energetic little sister? However... an hour later, Lucas Reeve was getting a bit of a headache. Exusiai’s mouth was like a Laterano revolver firing five hundred rounds a second; she just wouldn’t stop. Naturally, Lucas Reeve gradually grew a bit weary of it.

But...

Lucas Reeve had a solution.

He decisively handed over control of the body to Surtr, while he hid inside the sword for some peace and quiet.

Surtr was cold, calm, and relatively aloof. Her inner personality was completely different from her outward appearance.

Although she didn’t like to talk much herself, she liked listening to others talk to her. She was the purest kind of listener. Aside from not liking people to touch her too intimately, Surtr was quite good in this respect—the perfect audience for a chatterbox.

Even though she gave no response at all.

For an Operator like Exusiai, who could perform a one-woman stand-up comedy routine, no response was needed.

Instantly.

The atmosphere inside the land-runner became quite harmonious.

Exusiai sat in the back, chattering away nonstop. Surtr listened silently with a cold expression. Croissant wiped her hammer and shield, planning on paper which products would be most profitable during the upcoming holidays. And Texas, a pocky stick dangling from her lips, drove silently like a seasoned pro.

Along the way.

They even passed an enormous Landship in the wilderness.