Taylor gave Hollowscar a confused, hard-to-read glance as the airport announcement girl declared that the airport would be closed for the next twenty-four hours. "Until the airport opens tomorrow, we will have to stay overnight here. Have you have any suggestions?" Confused, Taylor enquired. At that moment, their big, heavy bags, which were supposed to be loaded into snowmobiles and transported to the top of Mount Kunlun, disappeared. Everything altered because of the severe weather. Taylor noticed a reporter discussing the blizzard on the live television feed. She gave an internal shudder. The silent, enigmatic killer Hollowscar, on the other hand, retorted, "That depends on the boss." I'm just going with the flow." A 36-year-old man appeared out of nowhere to greet Taylor and Hollowscar when they sought confirmation about whether they should spend the night at the airport or travel to the city center and find a hotel. "Mr. Taylor?" Taylor glanced up at the handsome but unassu
Hirata was the name of the man with the blond hair. His native Kyoto, which borders the Celestial Country, was home to Hirata, a well-known physician and alchemist. Hirata constantly spoke loudly, regardless of whether it was in a public setting, to stand out and minimize the skills of professionals in related fields here in Celestial. "Congrats! If you claim to be the best in Kyoto, aren't there other professionals of a similar caliber here in Celestial?" muttered His pal Ozaki, who was starting to become wasted. "No one can match the sophistication of this Hirata from Kyoto," he remarked, his countenance betraying the fact that this Hirata was also inebriated. I even venture to assert! Hirata is the sole internationally acknowledged expert in Kyoto and the Celestial Country regarding traditional medicine and the technique of processing herbal materials." Hirata's three allies clapped their hands in response to such haughty remarks. His pal Tanaka responded, "Then let's hav
"Who are you? How do you do that ninja-like silver acupuncture needle-throwing technique?" inquired cautious-looking Hirata. Hirata's hangover vanished when Taylor showed off his prowess, tossing a silver needle strong enough to take out three four-star Shuriken, and he began acting more appropriately. No longer arrogant. Taylor just gave a chilly snort. He said without emotion. "I don't think you're a healer or an authority on conventional medicine. Our Celestial Lands have long been home to the practice of needlework. And even though it's different, I'm positive that the Celestials are where the foundations of the acupuncture practice you know today came from! Therefore, don't act shocked if some citizens of our nation possess the ability to use needles as weapons." Hirata's expression darkened as he heard the young man in front of him speak with derision. He wasn't naive. History records that the celestials were the source of this medical technique. He didn't want to acknow
"That dialect makes me think of that drunken Siberian guy I got into a fight with yesterday. and Kunlun Mountain?" Surprised, Taylor thought to himself. This was an inadvertent yet priceless coincidence. It was unknown to Taylor, but someone from the Celestial Lands had employed those Siberian workers. Furthermore, every one of these Sibereans was a licensed professional artifact hunter. In relation to hunters, Accomont City was home to a hunter group as well. Taylor had no idea that he would turn into the kind of hunter that he is now. However, after listening to the Sibereans talk, Taylor thought of something. I'll sign up for two groups when I get back from my relic search. Taylor thought, "The Hunter and Alchemist organizations!" As we all know, back then, people held the position of alchemist in great regard. However, this was distinct from a hunter's occupation. Alchemists freely declared themselves to be specialists in traditional medicine and concoctions. However, hunti
The morning was interrupted by the sound of an ambulance siren. It was two in the morning at that point. However, there was a lively vibe in front of the Stardust Hotel. When more police officers showed there, they spread out red and blue strobe lights. The police line that the policemen had created barred the way for the hordes of people who hadn't slept. Three males were observed attempting to breach the police line amid the throng of people who wanted to view this dramatic occurrence. "Permit us to enter. The man who was supposedly killed is one of our pals!" Right, one of the males said, "Please let us in!" They were Tanaka, Ozaki, and Hirata, the three males. It was forbidden for Hirata and his buddies to breach the police line. They were nonetheless permitted to board the ambulance that was transporting Ishido, who was unconscious. "The fact that the deep snow hasn't melted yet is fortunate. He landed on top of a mound of snow. Even though his situation is really serious
"Ice Lava!" Taylor gave a strained hiss. He is currently 1650 feet above the ice field's surface. Taylor's face blanched like snow when He saw the scene below. At that moment, the iceberg broke apart, revealing a roll of white mist below. In the meantime, the iceberg's fractured coils were gradually descending toward the location of Taylor and Hollowscar's landing. We now know that CEO Rogers had concealed the Snowmobile—a vehicle for descending ice and snow—under the white-turned-spruce in the location where Taylor would land later. This was done to facilitate Taylor's and his partner's voyage when they subsequently went exploring. "But then everything was different. From two hundred meters up, the sparse spruce woodland appeared to have been completely destroyed by the snowfall from the broken pieces of iceberg. "Doggone it!" Taylor yelled. "How will we make our landing on the snow? Everything is a blur because of the lava's white haze." Taylor yelled with fear. Taylor yelled
The only other woman on the Siberian Country hunter squad is Marsha. Thus, don't undervalue Marshka based just on her gender. Marshka was a 34-year-old international license hunter. She frequently participates in international treasure hunts. In addition, Marshka has a reputation as a hired goon who frequently commits acts of terrorism. His most recent employment was a scandal involving a weapons purchase in the Central Plains region of the continent. Marshka is wanted by MarshaInterpol. He is a self-reliant, calculating individual who won't think twice to kill his opponent's life if doing so will benefit him. A few years back, some Siberian hunters went skydiving in a snowstorm. They decided to meet up at a specific location close to the cave that was said to contain the artifacts from the Sui Dynasty. Marsha had just woken up from being blown away by the snowstorm. From where he lay, he could see a single point of light approximately five hundred meters away. "I must reach tha
Taylor did not go out right away to see where the five Britonians had vanished behind the ice crystal rock. "I'm going to stop being foolish. Just now, when I drew that Siberian woman in and lit the candle, I took a very important lesson. It would be preferable for me to wait now. Don't rush things, Taylor. Taylor advised herself in a low voice. He was correct, too. Two minutes later, as if from another planet, along came another Britonian man. He scanned both sides, looking for any indication that someone was following or lurking there. A weak voice could be heard, and it sounded almost like a question: "Is everything okay out there? Do you need our assistance, guys? The recently arrived British man gave a loud "Definitely!" in response. "All right, let's dive right in. You don't have to wait. The voice whispered once more, "The hunt is about to begin." "Hey, Roger. The British person answered, "We're waiting for you inside." Then he turned back to glance left and right before