Chapter 17 The Disappeared History (Please Subscribe!!!)_1

Clatter... Clatter... Clatter...

The firm and powerful steps of leather boots echoed on the stone bricks of Tarnakh City, with Captain Bodrilinov leading the sergeant ahead, head held high and chest puffed out. His demeanor was not one of arrogance, but rather, he had a bit of a spring in his step.

Nothing could make him happier than seeing Katerina, not even the canned food parties held every night, because Katerina had once said, the day she came personally to Tarnakh City would be the day Bodrilinov left.

Although he had reached the edges of the Far Northern Region, the temperature hadn't risen at all. The frigid chill of minus twenty-five degrees Celsius lent the entire city an air of desolation.

In truth, Tarnakh City was far from desolate. Despite lacking an industrial base, nearly thirty thousand people lived here, more than half of whom were mining families. The rest were convicts, guards, and various traders involved in business.