A Threat, or...?

The blizzard in the Far East roared deafeningly, and in less than half an hour, the entire massive base was covered in a thick layer of white.

Inside the base, the Far East Soldiers, dressed in bulky uniforms, were either standing guard and chatting or walking around, stretching their bodies and patrolling the base while carrying their weapons.

In a corner of the base, unlike the others, a slender and graceful figure walked at the end, seemingly ignoring the sub-zero temperatures, wearing only a thin down jacket and Ivanor.

"Hey! Stop! Ivanor, it's you!" Suddenly hearing the shout behind her, Ivanor frowned her beautiful eyebrows and turned around. As her long golden hair swung, several Far East Soldiers passing by were stunned. Although the weather was cold, seeing a beautiful woman was still a pleasant experience.

Seeing that it was the arrogant Litt who had called her from behind, Ivanor's already bad mood worsened instantly. Arms crossed, she turned and glared fiercely at the Far East Soldiers staring at her long legs, yelling, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out! Get out of here!"

Her fierce demeanor immediately intimidated several Far East Soldiers, who quickly averted their gazes from her long legs, picked up their Rifle, and continued patrolling the base without looking away in the blizzard.

Litt strode over to Ivanor and asked with slight displeasure, "I've called you seven or eight times on the way here. Were you doing it on purpose?"

Ivanor absentmindedly fiddled with her fingers, giving Litt a disdainful look. "Do we even know each other? Why should I bother with you? Get lost and don't bother me!"

Upon hearing Ivanor's insult, Litt's face immediately turned cold, and his fists clenched quietly.

Ivanor spotted Litt's little trick immediately. Her blue eyes darted around, then she chuckled and tilted her head, saying, "Oh, what? You want to fight? Think it over. Your Winged Titan is no match for my Paladin Titan. But how will the Doctor punish you then? I heard Bazel say that the Doctor really dislikes disobedient children."

Ivanor's words carried a strong warning, but Litt calmed down instead. Ivanor was right; Ebson indeed didn't like him much, which Litt could clearly sense from their conversations. But for some reason, Ebson had the opportunity to replace him and choose a more loyal person to inherit the Winged Titan, yet Ebson hadn't made any move. Was it disdain or unwillingness? Litt didn't know, but he knew that since Ebson wasn't seizing the opportunity, he wouldn't be so lenient.

"Heh, Ivanor, if Bill, Bazel, or Selen said these words to me, I wouldn't be surprised at all, but don't you find it ridiculous that you're saying this?" Litt glanced around and, finding no one there, calmly said.

Ivanor's mocking expression vanished, replaced by a hint of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Twilight Town..." Litt slowly uttered a place name, and the moment he heard it, Ivanor's expression changed instantly. Litt felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, Ivanor was almost pressed against him. The faint scent of jasmine wafted into Litt 'Litt nostrils, but the cool touch on his neck felt even more real.

Sure enough, the next second, Ivanor's once charming voice turned icy cold, "When did you find out? What do you want to do? Are you trying to threaten me?"

Litt gave a cold smile. Now, the initiative was in his hands. Ignoring the Dagger at his neck (although killing a Titan Warriors with Dagger was a joke), he said, "When and why I found out doesn't matter. What matters is, if the Doctor finds out what you've been doing behind his back, how will he deal with you? Ivanor, you probably don't want the Doctor to know about your little schemes, do you?"

These words seemed to possess a magical power, causing Ivanor's pretty face to turn pale, and the Dagger she was gripping tightly in her hand to loosen its grip. She was truly terrified of Ebson, and of course, she knew that if the Doctor found out about her little scheme, she would surely die.

"What exactly do you want?" Ivanor demanded, her voice barely audible in the blizzard.

Litt: "What do I want? What I want is the same as yours, but also different. Don't worry, only I know about your affairs. I don't want to help that old bastard Ebson either, so Ivanor, can we talk now?"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Ivanor's eyes. So, could it be that Litt was also one? She secretly made a small gesture towards Litt, but Litt remained unmoved, which disappointed Ivanor.

"Don't even think about it. I'm not with you guys. I only have one goal, and it's at least half the same as yours," Litt said calmly, while taking a folded piece of white paper from his pocket and handing it to Ivanor.

Ivanor quickly looked around to make sure no one else was present before opening the white paper. Her eyes darted around, and she quickly read through all the contents. Then, without hesitation, she crumpled the small piece of paper into a ball, swallowed it whole, chewed it, and went straight down.

Litt's lips twitched, and he silently put the lighter he was holding back.

"I need to think about this matter; I can't give you an answer right now," Ivanor said after a moment of hesitation.

Litt said nonchalantly, "Hehe, I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time to think it over, or have a good discussion with your sweetheart. Anyway, remember one thing: when dealing with a madman, the more power the better. Having more friends is never a bad thing." After saying that, Litt tugged at his hood, turned around, and left.

Ivanor watched Litt leave, stood there for a moment, then turned and left as well. Their footprints on the ground were quickly buried by the heavy snow.

(Muzi might be feeling weak lately. The day before yesterday, I accompanied my fragile roommate to the hospital, and when we got back, I realized that Muzi seemed to have caught it too. My nose has been so stuffy for the past two days that I can't breathe at all. It's so uncomfortable!)