Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

"Yes, Mr. Gard, you've always been the one protecting us, now it's our turn to protect you!"

"Let's at least do something for now."

"We're the company's elite, don't underestimate us!"

Regardless, Gard saved their lives. Even the most dim-witted person wouldn't ask why they were inexplicably caught in a nightmare at a time like this.

All they need to know is that they were trapped in a nightmare, yet they survived. That's all they need to know.

"Haha, when I get back, I'll definitely brag about it. I'm the man who managed to escape the nightmare of that army of nightmares!"

"Who would believe such a thing? Nightmares that have been dead for over a thousand years, their bones can still create such terrifying dreams. I really thought I would die in there."

"Hehe, it's not just us who's having nightmares. The director is having nightmares too, isn't he? Actually, I'm quite curious about what the director's nightmares are like. Does the director really have nightmares?"

As the last Rhine Lab agent was speaking, he suddenly noticed that his colleagues were quietly moving away from him. Realizing something was wrong, the agent turned his head stiffly and saw Serea's expressionless face.

"Charles, looks like you're pretty free right now."

"No, Director Serea, please let me explain..."

"You'll be on night duty tonight!"

"what?"

Upon seeing the appearance of the Felin Clan operative, the other Rhine Lab operatives laughed with schadenfreude.

Actually, staying up all night is nothing for a Felin agent, not to mention that although they had nightmares before, they slept for a whole day in their dreams.

But staying up all night will definitely be very tiring.

At first, Serea thought she had only slept for four hours, but later she realized that the time indicated on her watch was actually the next day.

In other words, Serea slept for a full twenty-eight hours.

During this time, Gard was the only person outside the sandcastle.

He was always outside protecting them from harm.

Knowing all this, and seeing the injuries on Gard's body, even the most cowardly agent had no reason to wallow in self-pity.

No matter what lies ahead, all they need to know is that they are still alive, and that is enough.

"Gald, thank you."

"Uh, it's what I should do."

No, I meant to say...

Seria bent down, her body almost touching Gard's, and whispered in his ear, her pink lips close to his:

"Thank you for choosing me!"

A warm breath brushed past Gard's ear. At such close range, Gard could see the beautiful earrings on Serea's ears, the sweat trickling down Serea's neck, and the delicate collarbone beneath Serea's conservative collar.

The crocodile-man's long snout was almost touching Seria's chest line, as if the crocodile-man could kiss her with just a slight lift of his head.

Gard didn't move.

He was a little scared because he was being too intimate with Seria, and there were many people around. What if they misunderstood?

The officers around them, upon witnessing this scene, paid no attention whatsoever, continuing with their own business with complete indifference. When asked, they simply said that the director was probably discussing something with Mr. Gard.

However, the fact that the Rhine Life staff did not react does not mean that no one reacted.

She woke up almost at the same time as Gard. She originally wanted to go find Gard immediately, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Seria approaching Gard and acting very intimately with him.

Kanelian narrowed his eyes, stood up, and strode over with an imposing air, patting Seria on the shoulder.

Seeing Seria turn her head and look at her with a puzzled expression, Kanerian pointed at Gard, then at himself, and then crossed his arms.

It looks like it's declaring its sovereignty.

Serea frowned, not understanding what Kanerian was trying to say. After all, Kanerian didn't speak Colombian, and her understanding of Salgon was also very limited.

So, Seria looked at Gard and asked, "What is Miss Kanerian saying?"

"Oh, this."

Gard scratched his head, equally confused.

"Maybe he's still sleepy."

......

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Indigenous Peoples of the Hot Land

Born into an ancient tribe deep in the yellow sands, the Kanelian people lived in a place that was neither developed nor ignorant.

Because when young men and women in the tribe reach a certain age, they are driven out of their homes by their elders, leaving their hometowns to travel and learn in all directions. When they finally return to their hometowns, they bring back what they have seen and heard outside.

Therefore, the Capri people, who live deep in the desert, have a habit of bringing home things they like. Sometimes it's books, sometimes it's some inconspicuous little props, sometimes it's music, and sometimes it's knowledge.

Occasionally, Capricornians who have been wandering outside for a long time will return home, bringing back the wives or husbands they have found. Bringing home an excellent partner is something to be proud of in the ancient tribes.

When Kanelian was a child, his favorite thing to do was listen to the letters brought back by the tribe's messengers from people living outside, who told him about their experiences living there.

Seeing all sorts of strange and wonderful things being delivered to each household by messengers on the sand carts, Kanelli would think to herself that when she grew up and left home, she would also send a whole bunch of things back home.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Kanerian also has a younger sister.

Because his younger sister loved listening to music, the last country the Kanerian plan was to visit was Letania.

The Latanians treat music like their lovers and partners, and she will definitely buy a lot of music-related gifts to send to her sister.

As it turned out, after leaving the tribe, Kanelian discovered that studying abroad was much more troublesome than she had imagined. There was a lot to learn, and most importantly, there was a language barrier. In fact, there were several different languages ​​within Salgon.

Even among the tribespeople, very few had ever been to Colombia or Lettania, let alone any more distant places.

Therefore, after leaving the tribe, Kanerian could only save money while looking for a suitable foreign language teacher. Her initial destination was actually the mobile city of Salgon, where there would definitely be many foreign language teachers who were proficient in foreign languages.

In her dream, Kanerian found herself in a moving city. Because of the language barrier, she was tricked into working there and unwittingly signed a contract of servitude. When she finally fled, she was wanted by the authorities and chased by dozens of dune buggies.

If it weren't for a crocodile man descending from the sky, Kanerian would have thought she would spend her life on the run—although upon waking, Kanerian realized that what she had dreamed of was just the story the messengers had told her when she was a child to scare her.

In the aftermath of the dream, the crocodile took her on a journey across the country, visiting many places. Several times, Kanerian wanted the crocodile to teach her foreign languages, but she found that she couldn't remember them at all.

Why not just have Gard be our personal translator?

When the idea popped into her head, even Kanelian herself was startled, because according to the principle of equivalent exchange, what kind of reward would she have to give to keep the crocodile working for her?

If she likes something, she'll buy it; if she can't buy it, she'll steal it. This has always been Kanerian's way of thinking. She'll worry about the cost later. Anyway, the crocodile has already promised to teach her a foreign language. She'll keep him by her side for now and ask him what he wants later.

When Kanerian opened her eyes, she saw her crocodile man being intimate with another woman, which made her very unhappy, especially since she couldn't speak that woman's language.

Finally, Kanelian saw Gard say something to the woman named Seria, who turned to look at her, nodded, and then left.

Kanelian couldn't help but ask, "What did you and she just say?"

“You mean Serea? She asked me if you needed to talk to me, and I said yes, so she told me to talk to you first.”

Gard explained.

"If you've come to me about what happened in your dream, then there's really no need. I've saved more than just you. As your guide, it's my responsibility that you rested in the wrong place..."

"I didn't come to you for this kind of thing!"

What is that?

Gard scratched his head, unable to understand what could possibly make Kanerian come all the way to find him as soon as he woke up.

"Don't forget what you said before."

Kanerian crossed his arms and looked down at Gard, who was sitting in the corner.

“You said you would teach me Colombian!”

"You want me to teach you right now?"

"That's right!"

Kanerian nodded, his gaze sweeping over Gard's wound.

"Anyway, you don't have anything to do right now."

"But I'm injured now!"

Gard complained, "Who makes an injured person keep working?"

Despite his complaints, Gard didn't refuse Kanerian, because he really didn't have anything else to do right now.

Now that he was injured, the Rhine Lab agents did not rush in, but instead stood guard outside the Nightmares' graves.

But Gard knew that the nightmare's grave was no longer of any use; the nightmare's remains had all been dug up.

The carcasses of the few calamity beasts he killed remain in place, serving as a deterrent to other calamity beasts in the vicinity.

Once the surrounding monsters have reacted, this place will no longer be safe.

Gard was also worried about the ancient robots, because he had lost consciousness at that time, so he couldn't guarantee that he had dealt with all of them.

However, this place is still a long way from the depths of the hot land, and their destination is not the depths of the hot land. They still have some time.

Gard's strong physical resilience allowed him to recover quickly. A day after waking up, all the bandages on Gard's body had been removed, and most of his wounds had scabbed over. Except for a section of the flesh on his left hand that had been torn and the scales on it had not yet healed, the rest of his body was roughly healed.

The only thing that saddened Gard was his tail; the tip hadn't grown back properly, and it looked as if someone had bitten off a piece with their teeth, making it look rather ugly.

By the next day, except for his tail, Gard had fully recovered.

Although the Rhine Life agents wanted him to rest for a while longer, Gard refused.

He always felt that Seria's gaze was strange, especially when he was teaching Kanelian foreign languages. Seria would always pass by him from time to time, but looking at Seria's expressionless face, Gard had no idea what Seria was thinking.

"Then let's set off."

Anyway, when Gard suggested setting off, Seria was the only one who agreed.

However, a small incident occurred before departure.

“Mr. Gard, there seems to be a Saframan outside, who looks for you.”

Safras?

How could there be Safras in such a hot place?

Could it be that...

When Gard went outside, he saw a lizard-like creature standing upright on its legs, looking at him.

But these are not Safras, but the native inhabitants of this land.

Upon seeing the lizardmen, Gard greeted them warmly.

"Oh, is that Laya? My lovely little Laya, it's been so long!"

Cute? Small?

Following behind, Seria and Kanelian silently watched the lizardman, who was only slightly shorter than Gard, and fell into silence.

Most importantly, this lizardman seems to be female?

……

Chapter Seventy That Woman! 3/45

“Seria, Kanelian, let me introduce you. This child is called Laya, and she is... I think she has just turned eight years old.”

Upon seeing the lizard girl, Gard led her to Seria and Kanelian and introduced her to them.

"Laya, call me 'older sister'."

Upon hearing Gard's words, the lizard girl Laya immediately greeted him obediently, "Hello, Sister Seria, hello, Sister Kanerian."

She spoke Salgon, and because she wasn't fluent, she spoke somewhat haltingly, but both Seraya and Kanelian understood her.

Although Seraya couldn't understand what Laya was saying, she could hear her own pronunciation in Laya's words, which made Seraya realize that Laya was talking to her. She smiled and nodded.

As for Kanerian, it was much simpler. Upon hearing Laya's address, her expression immediately became serious, and she patted her chest, saying, "Don't worry, little sister Laya. Since you call me 'sister,' then you're my little sister from now on. I'll protect you!"

Because Kanerian spoke so fast, Laya couldn't hear what he was saying at first, so she had to look at Gard with pleading eyes.

Gard patted her head and said, "Kanerian means she likes you and wants to be your friend."

Upon hearing Gard's words, the lizard girl's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Ah."