Chapter 116: The Wolf That Lost Its Dignity, Grave Country, and Ohara
"Travel across the snowfield from here. Once we reach Kimihel, we can switch ships. Hmm, it's not too far."
After comparing the old map with the new one, Oran determined their location and replanned their route.
Other than when they were in a hurry or needed convenience, Oran did not use the Book-Book Fruit to fly. Traveling long distances while controlling a book involved too many things to consider and manage.
If there was an established route, he generally preferred traveling by ship.
While Oran planned their direction, Lyliana patiently watched the fishing float on the water.
She did not seem impatient at all. On the contrary, she looked remarkably patient.
Her pink cold-weather clothes stood out on the snowfield, like a bright star decorating this pure white world.
A strong physique was one thing, but proper protection against the cold was still necessary. Otherwise, Oz was a perfect example.
If clothing could keep them warm, there was naturally no need to suffer needlessly.
Lyliana's eyes gleamed with curiosity and excitement. The ice-fishing rod in her hand remained perfectly steady, with only the fishing line at its tip swaying gently in the cold wind.
It was her first time ice fishing, and the novelty had not worn off in the slightest.
In the distance, icebergs towered into the clouds. Occasionally, faint sounds of ice grinding against ice came from within the frozen layers, like the breathing of the earth itself.
Sunlight fell slantwise across the ice, stretching Lyliana's figure into a long shadow. Her shadow danced across the surface, sharply contrasting with the surrounding stillness.
Kate, on the other hand, was completely relaxed. She lounged against the back of her chair, using her tail in place of both