Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

"Galder?"

Gard turned his head, his golden eyes turning somewhat crimson, and his breathing seemed to become a little rapid.

"Is it finished writing?"

"Ah."

Serea nodded somewhat nervously.

Gard's gaze made her involuntarily clench her thighs; she was truly exhausted!

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Chapter Seventeen Next time, remember to use the main entrance.

In the living room, Kal'tsit looked at the teacup she had smashed and wearily rubbed her temples.

She actually wavered because of this.

"ah!"

Mon3tr let out a wronged cry; it had just been scolded by Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit finally realized that the reason she couldn't move her feet was not because of herself, but because Mon3tr was stuck to the floor.

She should have noticed Mon3tr's little tricks, but she ignored everything and sat on the sofa all night.

Why did she waver? Was it because the long period of time made her gradually lose patience? The so-called instinct to reproduce is just a compromise that ordinary people have to make in order to leave their mark.

For long-lived species, procreation is not necessary, so there is no need to seek a mate.

Moreover, just watching the adopted children grow up, age, and die is painful enough.

If you fall in love with someone and then watch them grow old and eventually die, just thinking about it makes it impossible for Kal'tsit to accept.

Therefore, the best way is to keep her distance from others. As long as she closes off her emotions, she can protect her heart and continue to watch over this land.

It's time to go back.

A rare hint of fatigue appeared on Kal'tsit's usually indifferent face.

Kal'tsit treated Theresa differently perhaps because Theresa saw everything Kal'tsit had to bear and offered her redemption when Kal'tsit was too weak to move forward.

Can Gard do that?

He was merely an Adakles, and even over tens of thousands of years, Kal'tsit would have had a hard time finding someone more outstanding than him.

However, there are limits to human capabilities.

Kal'tsit's mood gradually calmed down. She wanted to stand up, sweep up the mess under her feet, and clean up the floor.

But she had been sitting on the sofa for too long, so she had to gently rub her legs and pat her back.

She felt a little resentful; this body clearly wasn't that old.

Although he jokingly calls Kal'tsit an old woman, nine out of ten people would actually call her "wife" to her face. Who can resist a cool, white-haired catgirl?

Gard was no exception!

At that moment, he was standing outside Kelsey's balcony, preparing to knock on Kelsey's window.

Wearing only a thin top, beneath which lay a pair of long, snow-white legs, Kal'tsit was doing stretching exercises.

Suddenly, she noticed the shadows on the edge of the balcony.

My heartbeat, which had been gradually calming down, suddenly started beating uncontrollably, as if injected with a stimulant.

The sounds she had heard that night floated into Kal'tsit's mind. She had a good memory, so she could clearly reproduce every word that Gard and Seria had said.

"Why don't you go to the next room again?"

She thought it was just a joke!

What did Gard want to do? He actually came! What should she do? She can't do this. She has so much more to do. She can't stop here.

hum.

Gard pushed open the window and came in, only to find it open.

"Kal'tsit..."

"Get out!"

Gard opened his mouth, then looked at Kal'tsit in the living room, who was staring intently at him with an icy expression. He didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly.

He just came over to leave a message.

It was already daylight; if he didn't leave now, he might have to wait until night.

Although he didn't mind, he was likely to be exposed if King Ibart's men came in to search.

Moreover, Gard knew that his current state was not quite right, so he didn't even want to say anything more; he had already written everything he wanted to say on the letter.

"I wanted to ask you about Haisi, but since you don't seem to be in a good mood..."

Gard left the letter and turned to leave.

Kal'tsit stood there, staring blankly at Gard's departing figure.

"Ugh?"

Mon3tr emerged from behind Kal'tsit and called out softly, not understanding why Kal'tsit was telling Gard to leave when he came over.

Kal'tsit walked silently to the balcony, picked up the letter Gard had left behind, and looked at Gard's message on it.

It roughly says that after some time, he will go to the coast of Iberia to help the deep-sea hunters kill the god of the sea.

He knew that her understanding of Hai Si far surpassed that of ordinary people, so he hoped to get her help. Therefore, if the Tower of Babel where she was located encountered any difficulties, she could also seek his help.

That man understood her better than she had ever imagined!

Was he really just an ordinary Adaklesian?

Does his power truly originate from a giant beast?

From the very first meeting, he recognized me.

Have they seen it before?

Kal'tsit gripped the letter tightly in her hand. She didn't understand why she felt sad. They had fought side by side. She should know that Gard wasn't the kind of villain who would force others to go against their own will.

So why did she want to get rid of Gard?

What is she afraid of?

Kal'tsit found her heart in turmoil, for the first time in countless years, stirred by a man.

She was never indifferent.

She simply refused to be cared for by others because she believed that if she didn't get it, she wouldn't lose it.

She was simply rejecting others, refusing to let them into her heart.

Theresa was able to do this because her Originium Arts allowed her to see directly into a person's mind, making it impossible for Kal'tsit to hide herself.

Gard almost succeeded; he merely used pure violence to pry open Kal'tsit's psychological defenses bit by bit.

But in the end, she still pushed him away.

Kal'tsit's shout signified her distrust of Gard, and meant that she had added another layer of soil to her crumbling defenses.

Gard left.

You can't lose what you can't have.

But at this moment, it felt as if a piece of Kal'tsit was missing from her heart.

This was not love; the time she spent with Gard was insufficient to foster such feelings.

She won't fall in love with anyone because gaining her trust is much harder than gaining her affection.

If you can't even trust each other, how can you talk about feelings?

But how many people in this world can Kal'tsit truly trust?

She doesn't trust Gard, so she shouldn't have gained Gard's trust either.

This is how it should be.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention, tell me the secret you owe me next time."

Suddenly, Gard, who was supposed to leave, returned and looked toward the living room where Kal'tsit was.

Actually, Gard didn't think that much about it. He just felt that it was normal for Kal'tsit to tell him to get lost. What girl wouldn't be scared if she saw a man appear on her balcony and knock on her window first thing in the morning?

Gard looked up and found Kal'tsit staring at him blankly.

"Hey?"

Gard tilted his head, about to step inside, when he heard another sound.

"Get out!"

Gard's lips twitched. This time, he was really leaving, but then he saw Kal'tsit turn around and turn her back to him.

Kelsey's emotionless voice rang out in the living room.

"Next time, remember to use the main entrance."

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Chapter 18: What to do after finding the Raindrop Cub? I need help online, it's urgent!

When Seria woke up, Gard had already left.

The room was clean. Gard cleaned it before leaving, taking everything with him except for things like the bed sheets, which he couldn't take with him because of the collapsed ship planks.

There's nothing I can do; it's wet. I can't exactly leave it outside to air dry and continue using it, can I?

Serea lay on her side on the sofa, covered by the only clean blanket. She shifted her body and found that every part of her body ached.

Seria rubbed her stomach and curled up.

"What if I get pregnant?"

Serea muttered to herself, only then realizing that they hadn't prepared any protective measures at all.

Serea noticed a glass of warm water on the coffee table next to her, with a note attached to it.

Take good care of yourself while I'm gone.

A warm feeling flowed through Serea's heart; it felt so good to be cared for.

Suddenly, Serea noticed something.

Did Gard forget to take his weapons when he left?

Seria noticed Gard's great axe leaning against the wall. Black patterns were intertwined on the sharp axe, giving Seria the feeling of seeing the black dragon she had seen in the hot earth.

How did Gard manage to pull his weapon down?

Exhausted after a long night, Serea drank some water and fell asleep. When she heard a knock at the door, she just gave a perfunctory reply and didn't bother to answer.

The same reaction was also seen in Seria's neighbor's and downstairs's rooms, as if the three of them had gathered together to chat at night and hadn't gone to sleep.

If we could chat even through a wall.

Kal'tsit wasn't asleep. She made herself another cup of coffee. Mon3tr appeared beside her and called out softly, but Kal'tsit, unusually, didn't let it return to her.

“Mon3tr, for both of us, time is the cheapest thing. It may take a few months, or it may take a year or two. We need to sort out our affairs first.”

Kal'tsit's face remained expressionless, but occasionally, for a fleeting moment, her expression would soften.

"Galder".

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"Pounce!"

The rainy season enriches Salgon's scarce water resources, filling some dried-up riverbeds and creating a clear network across the desolate land.

Gard jumped into the river and lay flat on the surface, looking just like a real crocodile.

"Don't be too smug for the time being."

The crocodile-man was blowing bubbles in the water, his golden eyes staring ahead like a salted fish, utterly devoid of any will to live.

Sometimes being too capable in that area isn't a good thing. It can arouse desire, but in the end, you can't fully release it and can only ejaculate on your own.