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"Well," Freyr said, nodding slightly. The important matters were just about to begin.
The administrator, Falcon, took out a piece of paper from the side and, after a moment of contemplation, slowly began to speak.
Time quickly passed during this process. Fortunately, their conversation was not rushed, and they managed to gather quite a bit of information in that time. After about twenty minutes, they had organized the details of a mission related to Rhein in a more orderly fashion.
This mission had been brought up multiple times before; it was a cyclical task that required someone to venture deep into the area periodically. This made it seem quite troublesome, and once others discovered the mission, it would automatically be filtered out. The association would then recommend this mission to newly formed teams that were not very large in scale. After all, this was often their first task upon joining, and while the process seemed somewhat complex, the danger level was not particularly high. It was relatively easy for them to ensure a safe return.
"In fact, this mission gives off an impression of being a paper tiger," Freyr continued. "Everyone should keep in mind that we have a good chance of success, especially you two, Duan Shuai and Nosty. I'm not too confident in you both, but this is your first step. If you don't take it seriously, we might have to reassign people. So before you officially become teammates with us, I need to remind you again: are you sure you want to join this mission?" Freyr's tone had shifted from friendly to somewhat cold, causing Ross beside him to frown slightly; the change was indeed quite abrupt.
However, as newcomers, they needed some pressure. It wasn't meant to discourage them but rather to help them understand the reality of the situation. If it turned out to be too dangerous, erasing their memories and returning to the outside world wouldn't be such a bad thing either; they wouldn't remember their current experiences afterward.
Freyr thought that if he ever found himself unable to continue working in the future, he could use this method to protect himself. Not many would know about it, but some friends should remember that by then, memory programming software would likely have been developed—something akin to Wonderland that could provide specific memory fragments tailored to one's needs.
If it were just such memory fragments, he could design his past decades as if he were an artistic young professional working outside who returned home each time to cook for his wife. That kind of life would be fulfilling; however, reality might not meet those expectations. Even after retiring, he would have to join the family business and become a businessman.
In that case, the limitations on his memories would actually increase significantly. Therefore, he needed to prepare his work in advance and design his blueprint so that by the time he retired, his ideas could come true—but this required extensive planning.
Moreover, he needed to inform those involved or his family about the situation beforehand; otherwise, if he suddenly changed and found that things were different from what he remembered, it could lead him down a path toward schizophrenia—a result he definitely wanted to avoid.
Returning to the present moment—he realized he had been overthinking things; now was not the time for fantasies. There were many matters that needed immediate attention. As the leader of the team, he couldn't start preparing an escape route for himself while his team members were still contemplating withdrawal. Perhaps he had been too complacent; such thoughts needed to be cut off immediately.
He shook his head and quickly dismissed any distracting thoughts from his mind, striving to return to reality. Falcon's expression appeared serious; his companions fell into deep thought. Freyr's earlier words had left a significant impact on them. To stabilize their resolve, he needed to find other ways to address their concerns moving forward.
Once the team cohesion was restored, it would significantly increase again. If not handled well, however, the team's unity would appear to be in disarray, and the outcome was predictable: teamwork, rapport, and even the foundational structure built over time would all be destroyed. He needed to carefully consider how to soothe everyone’s hearts. Perhaps the two new recruits felt a considerable amount of pressure, at least more than those veterans who had completed multiple missions.
"Alright, I may have gone a bit too far. Your lives are in our hands now; we will ensure your safety. Leave the rest to me. On the way, I will thoroughly review the details in the guidebook," he said. Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him, their expressions silent but their emotions calming down.
"Freyr, are you being honest? Is this mission really as dangerous as it sounds?" Duan Shuai asked, surprised that such a question arose at this moment. The Administrator shot a skeptical glance at him; clearly, this was not something he should be concerned about.
He immediately picked up a cup of tea and walked out. This was no longer his responsibility, and he didn’t want to hear any more unnecessary discussions. The issues between them should be resolved by themselves; the Administrator likely thought the same. He headed toward an office nearby, intending to pour some water to ease the awkwardness.
The specific time could only be determined by observation; it probably wouldn’t take too long.
"Yes, actually, during dangerous times, we can hardly guarantee our own survival. In our last mission, we almost perished in that cave. Nosty experienced it firsthand and understands well how perilous it can be—danger follows danger relentlessly, and it’s beyond our control. Even I find it difficult to manage the troubles brought by those dangers," Freyr continued. But soon he realized he was being overly pessimistic and changed his tone: "After all, everyone has their first time, right? When I went on my first mission, I sustained serious injuries; I stepped onto a real battlefield for the first time. That mission saw an unprecedented number of casualties among our warriors—I was right there beside them. I experienced loneliness and the direct threat of death. I returned from that mission but lost part of my memory because of it. I can’t guarantee that danger won’t continue to surround us, but if you lack certainty or belief in yourself, then you can withdraw at any time." Such thoughts were rather selfish.
Beside him, Ross shook his head and added, "Well, don’t put it so grimly; he was just asking casually! It’s alright; we’re all on the same side now. We will protect your safety." The atmosphere felt increasingly awkward, but Ross quickly reacted with a smile: "You weren’t like this before! Now that all team members are present, why bring up those days when we were short on weapons and personnel?"
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