Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

The girl in the trench coat had neat, short white hair, giving her a clean and refreshing look. The white trench coat, paired with her mature, healthy skin, gave her a unique exotic beauty.

The only regret is that the girl's bust size is only average, and the loose white lining makes her figure less defined.

However, she has a pair of long, straight, and slender legs. There is a saying that the most perfect ratio between the upper body and the lower body is 5 to 8.

Kanerian's legs must be over a meter long.

Of course, as a proper crocodile, Gard would never bother to look into calculating a girl's measurements and leg length.

It's all because of the attribute panel!

"Gald, what happened?"

The commotion quickly caught Seria's attention, and she walked over and saw Kanerian.

"Is this someone you know?"

"No, I was just passing through and wanted to go to a nearby city."

With that, Gard tossed the Originium tablet that Kanerian had just given him to Seria.

After catching the Originium tablet, Seraya hesitated for a moment but did not refuse.

"She can go with the convoy; there are still seats available on the bus."

It's not about caring about one or two Originium tablets; as a legitimate Columbia research company, Seria has the confidence to accept passing travelers.

Three off-road vehicles the size of heavy trucks, several grenade launchers, three automatic crossbows, state-of-the-art detection drones, and more than twenty elite security personnel from Rhein Life Sciences.

This configuration is no worse than that of a regular army; any ordinary mercenary group would be crazy to send them.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the girl opposite her had already approached Gard.

"You can actually speak that language... uh, Colombian language!?"

Kanerian shook his bag, taking out all the Originium tablets and placing them in front of Gard.

"Big guy, how about we make a deal?"

Kanelian tapped Gard's chest, which was as solid as a steel plate, and said very solemnly.

"I'll give you all these Originium tablets, and you teach me Colombian!"

......

(Because some people said they wanted to see pictures, I will try my best to find and upload pictures of new characters in the future.)

(By the way, I loudly scolded YJ: Rhine Life didn't have Mummy, waaaaah, my Mummy.)

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Crocodile Man, I'll Remember You!

"Sorry, I refuse!"

"Why? Is it because this money isn't enough? This is troublesome; this is all the money I have left."

"No, that's not the reason. We have other things to do and can't take you with us."

"Ok."

Kanerian shrugged, not bothering to cause trouble.

However, she had already started thinking about how to get Gard to teach her Colombian.

Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be Colombian. If she could learn Lettanian and Victorian languages, she wouldn't mind learning them as well.

In her hometown, every member of the tribe had to pass the tribe's trials in order to reach adulthood.

Before that, many people would choose to travel.

Kanerian has been away for almost half a year, but in the past six months, all she has seen is yellow sand.

She was getting a little tired of looking at it.

She had heard that there were other countries around Salgon and had tried several times to sneak into caravans heading to those countries, but she was always turned away.

Because she doesn't speak those languages, she has no way to communicate.

Therefore, learning new languages ​​and traveling to other countries are what Kanerian wants to do most right now.

The convoy in front of them was clearly from a country outside of Salgon. The language spoken by the big man and the Waifan woman sounded like Colombian, which is why Kanelian asked that question.

It would be best if he was willing to teach her, but if he wasn't, she would have to find a way to get that big guy to teach her.

"Miss Kanerian, Miss Kanerian?"

Gard called Kanerian several times before Kanerian came to his senses.

"Big guy, is there anything else?"

“I told you I’m not called Big Guy, I have a name.”

That being said, Gard was too lazy to correct Kanerian; after all, they were just strangers meeting, and what they called each other didn't matter.

Gard pointed to a spot not far away and said, "We just made lunch. If you don't mind, you can eat with us."

Is it okay?

"It's just one more pair of bowls and chopsticks."

When Kanerian arrived, a group of Rhine Lab staff glanced at her curiously, but didn't say anything more.

Since Director Serea has agreed, they naturally have no objections.

However, after Kanerian arrived, he became somewhat restless.

She initially thought it was just an ordinary caravan, but after seeing Gard, she felt that the caravan might be stronger than she had imagined, but escaping would definitely not be a problem.

But now, she regrets it.

She noticed that among the security personnel eating under the sandcastle were several sorcerers skilled in controlling sandstorms, and the crossbows some of them were wiping were completely different from those of the mercenary groups she usually encountered.

Almost all of the security personnel are wearing the latest civilian standard armor, which, after a significant investment, even offers better protection than some military equipment.

In Colombia, if you have money, you can get not only military armor and equipment, but even high-speed warships are available for sale.

Not to mention, the security personnel who were able to accompany Seraya into the Foehn Basin were almost all senior agents of Rhine Labs, with exceptional skills and wealth, far superior to ordinary mercenaries and thieves.

The only thing that could comfort Kanerian was that the strength of this convoy probably wouldn't even look at the few Originium tablets she had. As long as she behaved herself and waited until the convoy got off near the town, everything would be fine.

In comparison, Kanerian felt that the big guy who had spoken to him earlier, although he looked scary, was much gentler.

"Hey, um, your name is Gard, right?"

"Ah."

“I see your clothes are different from theirs, you can’t be Colombian, can you?”

“I am a Salgonian. You should have heard of Akahura. That’s where I’m from.”

"You came from that rainforest?! You don't look like it at all! Hmm, you're quite big, and your muscles are really thick. Tsk, do you have steel plates in your pectoral muscles? They're so hard!"

Perhaps because he had only recently set out on his travels, Kanerian looked like a curious child, only letting a glint of light flash in his eyes when he saw Gard's somewhat troubled crocodile face.

'This big guy looks like he's easy to fool. If I build a good relationship with him, he probably won't feel comfortable refusing me when I ask him for something later, right?'

Kanerian hadn't decided where to go for the time being. She'd heard that Colombia was a very prosperous country, and that she could learn more about Originium Arts in Letania. Victoria seemed like a good place too.

Therefore, Kanerian decided that whichever country's language she learned first, she would go there.

Regardless of what Kanerian was up to, after finishing lunch, Gard left Kanerian behind and returned to his carriage, where he heard the sounds outside.

“Miss Kanerian, if you don’t mind, you can ride in the same car as me. I speak Salgon. If you need any help, I can assist you.”

The voice of Rhine Life's translator came from outside. Gard yawned and opened his notebook.

Then they heard Kanelian's words.

“Miss Translator, may I be with that big guy from earlier? We're both Salgonians, and we're sure we'll get along well.”

"Ah, you mean Mr. Gard? I'm sorry, we need to consult Mr. Gard about this."

Then a girl walked to the car window and waved to Gard.

Gard rolled down his window and heard her say apologetically, "Mr. Gard, this young lady would like to ride in the same car as you. Could you please see if there are any seats available...?"

Gard glanced at Kanerian behind him, and upon seeing him, Kanerian immediately broke into a smile.

"Let her up, I'm the only one in the carriage anyway."

Having no reason to refuse, Gard didn't think there was anything wrong with having one more person in the carriage.

He saw Serea looking over from a distance. Gard waved to her, but Serea stood still, on guard, and ignored him.

As soon as Kanerian got in, he said familiarly, "Gald, I thought you were the translator for this team. I didn't expect you to have such a big compartment all to yourself."

The carriage actually contained not only Gard, but also a lot of instruments and equipment.

But compared to the security personnel who can only sit in vehicle seats, Gard's riding environment is simply too good.

"What are you doing right now, taking notes?"

"Yes, because there are many things I've forgotten, so I'm writing them down so I don't forget them again."

"Judging from the direction the convoy is heading, are you going to the Ibar region?"

"You can get off there."

"Haha, there's no rush. You don't mind if I give you a ride, do you?"

"I mind it quite a bit."

"Are you going to some shady place?"

"No, but the destination is very dangerous, so I don't recommend you come along."

"Hehe, now that you mention it, I'm actually getting excited."

"I won't teach you Colombian."

Why?

"Because it's too troublesome."

"Tsk."

"Did you just smack your lips?"

"no."

"Whatever you like."

Gard closed his notebook and rested with his eyes closed.

"Tsk."

He opened his eyes and looked at Kanerian, who turned his head to look at the scenery.

Gard closed his eyes.

"Tsk."

Gard opened his eyes, and Kanerian took a handkerchief from his baggage to wipe the horns on his head.

Gard closed his eyes.

"Tsk..."

Five hours later, in a small town in the Ibar region.

Kanelian remained alone, his baggage on the ground, watching the convoy disappear into the distance, billowing smoke.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Kanerian said through gritted teeth, tearing the tape off his mouth.

"Crocodile Man, I'll remember you!"

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: How Can People of Different Races Fall in Love?

Kanerian has no intention of giving up.

If he hadn't been tied up and gagged, lying in the carriage for five hours, Kanerian wouldn't have actually disliked Gard's straightforward personality.

She remembered the markings on the convoy; it seemed the convoy belonged to an organization called "Rhine Life".

If we find Rhine Lab, we'll definitely find that damn crocodile man.