Lynn had not teleported to the Northern Territory to suffer here, but to proceed directly to his next mission.
There was no point in teleporting back to the academy now. It would only waste Magic Stones on the trip there and back. He might as well start the next mission directly and turn them all in together later.
Hmm... this was also an experience Lynn had summed up while playing games in his previous life: minimize travel time and maximize efficiency.
When the white light faded, Lynn was already standing on another teleportation array.
The temperature here was noticeably colder than anywhere else he had been.
Although the Storm Mountains, where his previous mission had taken place, were swept by howling gales year-round, the climate itself was still fairly normal. It was simply that ordinary people could not endure the erosion of those storms.
But this place was not merely cold. The chill seemed to seep through the cracks in one's bones, and even breathing came with a stabbing pain.
Ordinary people would find it difficult to adapt to such cold.
Of course, this natural cold meant little to Lynn. If even he could feel the cold, this place would have long since become a dead zone.
Lynn raised his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
This was a very small teleportation hall, more rudimentary than any he had seen before.
The stone walls were mottled, the floor uneven, and the teleportation array was only the size of an ordinary room.
Several oil lamps burned in the hall, their flames swaying under the wind that slipped in from somewhere unknown.
A round, bundled-up figure sat before the control console.
The man was wrapped in thick cotton clothing, with a puffy Wizard robe over it. The faint glow of Constant-Temperature Runes and