Although the instances had all been forcibly reclaimed, the dead could no longer be brought back to life. The snow of E Country covered the bright red bloodstains.
January was E Country's longest season. Its temperate continental climate brought cold winters, hot summers, and four distinct seasons, making January bitterly cold and snowy, with short days, high humidity, and vast differences between north and south.
This was not a place suited to human habitation, yet people had carved out land here where generation after generation had lived.
Snow fell onto his black wool coat. When Xie De stepped off the private plane, the enormous temperature difference turned his breath into white mist, which condensed on the fur of his military cap. The wind left ears and noses red.
The official in charge from E Country stood unsmiling on the runway beside the apron. He was a tall man with blue eyes, and his words were exceedingly formal-and painfully few.
The official wore a military overcoat, accompanied by several people bundled up tightly in similar coats, though they were somewhat shorter than him.
Xie De walked up to the official. 455 handled translation and communication, while 730 handled the agreement. As they walked, they discussed the reclamation of the instances and the deaths.
Wei Yanchi ran hot. Wearing a white wool coat and a scarf, he made little further effort to keep warm, not even bothering with gloves. He stepped straight off the plane, spread his arms, and smiled as he went to hug the people standing beside E Country's official.
"Second Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother!"
Zhang Ninde hugged him and patted his back. Zhang Mingqi dodged backward in disdain. Wang Jinghe spread his arms, but before he could react, Wei Yanchi had lifted him up and