Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

94. I want to eat you.

The fact that Magellan didn't immediately back away when she ran in and saw the two of them being intimate suggests that the situation she brought was far more important than the current awkwardness.

Mike naturally let go of his hand and asked, "What happened?"

"An urgent telegram from Dr. Kal'tsit: Rhodes Island's landships have reached the outskirts of Sami."

Mike: "?!"

He was so moved he almost cried; the lynx hadn't abandoned him.

Do you know how difficult it was for him for a period of time?

"What did Kal'tsit say?"

Magellan stammered, "They said they could only send one team of operators, a maximum of six people, and they're already on their way."

what? !

Mike's heart sank.

Does anyone know who Kal'tsit sent...?

Forget it, the strongest battlefield commander can make the most palatable dishes with the fewest ingredients... what a load of rubbish!

Mike roared, "Damn it, I want to speak to Kal'tsit myself!"

His anger could not be vented, and Magellan cruelly interrupted him: "I'm sorry, Doctor, our communication with Rhodes Island has been lost."

"So all I can do now is wait here for my operators to arrive, right?"

Seeing Mike's almost furious expression, Magellan swallowed hard: "Theoretically speaking, that's how it is."

"What about non-theoretical approaches?"

"We can also go back to welcome them."

Does this sound like a word?

Mike waved his hand: "Alright, alright, this is none of your business."

There's no need for him to take out his grudges against Kal'tsit on the operators.

The older woman would often appear in unexpected places on Mike's mind and try to get him to cooperate.

Doesn't this woman know that adding extra conditions will significantly increase the difficulty of the entire process?

No, she definitely knew; she did it on purpose.

Mike vowed to keep Kal'tsit in bed for days.

Magellan left in a hurry because she knew that the Doctor would have to stay at the research station for the next few days, and she needed to tell the others the news immediately. There was no need for everyone to pack their bags and set off again in a rush.

It wasn't until Magellan left that Mike's exaggerated expression subsided somewhat. He sat there sighing, without raising his head, seemingly talking to Muirsey not far away.

“They don’t know I’m in a hurry. Even if some of them do know, they’re trying to stop me. Muirsay, how can you possibly do a good job working with people like that?”

Muirsey understood Mike's predicament perfectly. She came to his side, reached out and gently stroked the man's cheeks with both hands, her warm fingers rubbing his temples, her fingertips feeling the heat of his body.

Muirsey found herself completely smitten with the person in front of her; this was the person she loved, and at this moment, she even felt a touch of maternal affection for him.

To be precise, they were the same kind of people, equally lonely, equally seeking hope, and in the end they stood opposite each other and reached out their hands.

Mike, as if a tiny insect had burrowed into the elf's body, immediately understood her thoughts. The man stood up, took the water elf's hand, and spun her around: "Let's dance. Even without music or chords, this is still our stage."

"You rascal, this isn't a reward for you. We're not done with what we had to do before."

"Of course I know."

Mike held Muirsey's hand, and their dance moves fluttered like butterflies in the office. They were sometimes close together, sometimes apart, their fingers intertwined, and after a moment only their fingertips remained connected.

Silent music filled the air; in their hearts, an orchestra was already playing cheerful melodies.

Before he knew it, Muirsey was humming a familiar dance tune, and Mike was able to keep up with her.

When the two touched each other again, they hugged each other, their feet intertwined, yet this did not hinder the other's progress.

As the music reached its final note, Muirsey's legs were tightly wrapped around Mike, her body leaning back, while Mike leaned his upper body against her.

Honestly, we should kiss right now.

Mike was thinking this to himself.

He looked at Muirsey's beautiful face, her cheeks, full of collagen, flushed with a misty blush.

Her bright, large eyes blinked slightly, repeatedly touching his heart.

Mike couldn't help but kiss the water sprite's lips.

Her lips were soft, like water, and warm, like a piece of transparent jelly.

In an instant, Muirsey responded to Mike's kiss, her cherry-colored tongue gently protruding from her lips before quickly moving away.

The two released each other and turned their bodies to the side, their backs to each other, as if their intimate actions just now were an illusion.

“Mike, I’m not ready yet.”

“You’re right, we do need to be prepared, at least not here.”

"Yes, you know what I want to say."

Mike smiled and nodded: "We'll always have a chance; this land is our stage."

Muirsey slowly lowered her head, her index finger lightly touching her lips, as if savoring the kiss just now, and whispered, "I mean, you danced really well."

"You mean this? Back in Trimont, you even blamed me for stepping on your feet a few times."

"Yes, back then you couldn't dance at all, you just mechanically followed my steps. I suspect you could only do robot dance."

“I’ve seen your rhythm and memorized your steps, but as you know, memorized steps are very stiff. I practiced for a long time because of this, and I finally didn’t disappoint you.”

"You're such a nasty guy."

Muirsey suddenly sent a message to the microphone, turned around and left the office quickly.

Mike only breathed a sigh of relief after she disappeared.

Water sprites are really hard to deal with, especially high-achieving students who have received modern education. Using the same methods you use on other girls will only lead to failure.

Mike sighed, "Mike, how could you be so depraved? You said you loved Texas, Mostima, and Ragnar, and Magellan was also your love, but can you give up Muirsey?"

The man pursed his lips, paced back and forth a few steps, and suddenly clenched his right fist and punched his left palm.

What answers did he get from meditation?

Am I really a jerk?

Or perhaps these girls owed me something in their past lives and need to repay it.

I wish that were really the case.

……

Mike agreed to Snowflake's request, and the boy packed his things and left in a hurry that same day.

Time was of the essence; his tribe had to leave the Sami Icefield before the hard-won passage closed again.

Although the Sami people are deeply attached to this land, they face a survival crisis. If they do not leave, they will face complete extinction.

If they are lucky enough to resolve the demonic crisis, they can return once again to the land that gave them birth and nurtured them.

Hopefully, Sami's will and Anma can forgive them.

Mike didn't know whether the Sami gods could forgive the creatures here, but he knew that the Sami gods would most likely not take this small matter to heart.

If it were the evil gods of Ursus, who knows what other accidents might happen? The Sami gods, on the contrary, are happy to see these things happen.

The news that Mike had decided to stay at the research station and wait for the Rhodes Island operators spread throughout the team. Everyone had high hopes for this decision, given their small number of personnel and the potential for manpower shortages if they encountered any problems.

As for who the team members are, even Mike himself doesn't know. He had sent Magellan to the headquarters to inquire about the situation, but unfortunately, he didn't receive any response. The Rhodes Island team had secretly set off and had long since disappeared from the Sami's sight. Perhaps only when they appeared in front of him would the identity of the team members be revealed.

Similarly, Kal'tsit's whereabouts remain unknown, and even if Mike wanted to spank her, he couldn't.

So the night after this incident, everything was normal at the research station, and Mike put on his winter coat and left with Muirsey.

They were heading to the dwelling place of the wood elves, who lived in seclusion deep in the Sami jungle.

According to Muirseth, the distance between the two is not far, but without her guidance, outsiders cannot enter the Wood Elf's territory.

Mike was driving the snowmobile, using his massive body to shield the water sprite from the cold wind as much as possible. He had a strong physique, was not afraid of the cold, and could easily handle driving at night.

Without the light of day, the dense forest at night appears incredibly deep and dark, making one feel as if they have entered a bottomless tunnel. No one knows where the tunnel ends, nor can anyone imagine what might happen along the way.

Mike navigated the snowmobile through the trees with his sharp eyesight and quick reflexes. Fortunately, the snow was thick enough to make the gaps between the trees less rugged, allowing the snowmobile to move more easily.

He could see that, apart from skis, it was impossible to move forward on foot.

At first, Muirsay said the whole trip would take about two to three days.

After traversing this difficult path, even with a snowmobile, Mike believed it would likely take two to three days to get out of the jungle.

Wood elves truly live up to their name, they are particularly good at choosing locations. No matter how adventurous an explorer is, they cannot venture into such complex terrain. What if they can't get out? Wouldn't that be a huge problem?

But for the two of them, the terrain was not complicated.

First, Muirsey can communicate with plants; all the trees are her eyes and ears. Second, she is a water spirit; water is unpredictable, and it's too easy for her to find a way out in liquid form.

Mike doesn't have as many tricks up his sleeve as Muirsay, but he has one outstanding quality: he possesses immense power.

Skills can often solve most problems, but strength can solve problems that skills cannot.

If the wood elves don't want to see this forest shattered by a flash of azure light, then they should stand up.

“We can’t keep traveling forever,” Mike asked in a low voice. “Have you thought about where we’ll spend the night?”

Muirsey nodded: "I've prepared a small tent, enough for the two of us to rest for the whole night."

With this promise, Mike found a large, dry tree, the hollow of which was big enough for them to squeeze together.

Just as Mike was about to ask another question, the water sprite took out an object the size of a water cup from her backpack and threw it in front of Mike. With a bang, the object, which was originally only the size of a cup, instantly expanded into a small tent.

"That's quite a novel technology. How did they do it?"

"A masterpiece from the beach umbrella company; they always manage to come up with something quirky and unusual."

The Joint Exploration Association is the result of collaboration among several technology companies in Colombia, so it's not surprising that some of their technologies are available for sharing.