Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

Razer took the Short History of Colombia from Gard, turned to page 26, pointed to a line of text that wasn't very conspicuous, and asked.

Next to the text, there is also the time and date.

Gard glanced at it and wrote on the paper.

This refers to the rise of Colombian rap culture. Perhaps because words like skateboarding, graffiti, and rap were invented after Colombia's rise to power, they aren't found in some older dictionaries.

"Skateboarding, graffiti, and rap?"

'Some entertainment.'

Gard explained it simply.

"And here? And here too."

Gard noticed that Razer had specifically chosen a few passages with relatively simple vocabulary to ask him, which made Gard somewhat amused.

This refers to Colombia's independence. After Victoria's defeat in its war of aggression against Gaul, Colombia seized the opportunity to declare independence and repelled the invasion of the Duke of the Frontier.

Gard wrote on the paper.

Is there anything else you don't understand?

Razer's round face tensed up. She felt like she had embarrassed herself in front of Gard, but she had finally found a teacher who truly understood Colombian and was willing to teach her, so Razer wasn't going to give up so easily.

Putting aside his burdens, Razer found a notebook on his desk and asked questions word by word.

Gard noticed that Razer used many words in a very awkward way, suggesting that she probably didn't hire someone to teach her Colombian, but rather taught herself.

It's quite remarkable that someone who taught themselves to speak Colombian so fluently.

Gard began to answer Razer's questions like a real teacher. He had taught Gavial Colombian in the rainforest and Kanerian and Surtur in the hotlands, so he had some experience.

Seeing Razer's serious expression, Gard felt a pang of emotion. Sometimes what you have is what others strive for their entire lives.

Because Gald couldn't speak, Razer had to stand next to Gald so that it could see what Gald had written immediately.

At first, he was a little nervous, but as he gradually got into the zone, Razer began to question and provide examples of what Gard had written, which gave Gard a headache.

"I don't really know much about Colombian customs and culture. I've never been to Colombia, and like you, much of what I know comes from books."

"Gald, you've never been to Colombia?"

Razer had no idea when she started calling Gard by his name. Only after realizing it did she realize that she seemed to be standing too close to Gard.

Razer quickly distanced himself and changed the subject.

"Gald, are you studying in Colombia because you're planning to find a job there?"

Work?

Gard thought for a moment and wrote.

"I guess so, but right now I'd rather study at a school there. I want to learn their Originium manipulation techniques."

Unable to level up for the time being, Gard decided to improve his ability to control the power of ascension. Starting with Originium Arts and drawing parallels might be a better approach.

"Going to school?"

Razer muttered to herself. She hadn't received a very formal education, and although she had recently heard that a new middle school was planned to open in the city, it was definitely out of reach for an adult like her.

Upon seeing what Razer looked like, Gard wrote on the paper.

"You saved me, and I have nothing to repay you with, but if you want to go to Colombia, I can have my friends take you. They're from a Colombian technology research company; I got separated from them during a mission. If you don't mind, I can sponsor your formal adult education in Colombia."

Razer approached and saw what Gard had written on the paper. He was startled, as if he had seen a homeless man on the street and given him a piece of bread, only to find out that he was the chairman of a certain group and, seeing his kind heart, decided to give him a share of the company's assets.

What Gard is going to do may not be that outrageous, but for Razer, it's like a windfall.

However, Razer ultimately shook its head.

“Mr. Gard, it wasn’t me who saved you, it was a friend of mine. If you want to repay her, then repay her.”

Upon hearing Razer's words, Gard wasn't surprised; he simply nodded and didn't bring it up again.

Seeing that Gard remained silent, Razer didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but what doesn't belong to you doesn't belong to you.

If Darina hadn't insisted on saving Gard, and given her mission, it's hard to say whether Razer would have stepped in to help.

However, she should be happy that her good friend has encountered something good.

As Razer was thinking, he suddenly felt a large hand on his head and pat it.

The crocodile man took out paper and pen and waved them around.

'Shall we continue?'

"continue!"

Although they lost the opportunity to study in Colombia and failed to get close to the Crocodile team, Razer was not discouraged.

She believed that even if she relied on herself, she could definitely get to Colombia, join the big company she wanted, and become a security guard there.

Finally, learn from advanced management experience, return here, and start your own safety underwriting company.

This is a dream that belongs to Razer, a dream she'd pursue for a lifetime!

One hour later.

Under the crocodile-man's helpless gaze, Razer, who had been studying foreign languages ​​until he was dizzy, collapsed to the ground, his eyes lifeless.

Is it too late for her to regret it now?

......

Chapter Five: We're Really Just Learning a Foreign Language!

Darlina climbed over the wall early in the morning, jumped down from the four-story-high wall, and sneaked out of the house.

Although her father warned her not to associate with disreputable men, how could Vayvan's daughter possibly listen to her father?

It would be more appropriate to make her ten years younger.

Darina didn't care at all about the Waifan or the Adaklis people; her mother wasn't a Waifan either.

Most importantly, you just need to be good-looking!

He's tall and big, with lots of muscles, he must be a formidable fighter.

the most important is.

One inch, two inches, three inches... Darlina measured her belly with her fingers, her pretty face turning bright red.

It can't fit! It can't fit!

Darlina patted her face to try and clear her head.

Darlina, they don't even know you. What if they don't like you? What if they're a bad person?

The thought of this, of Crocodile being alone in a room with his good friend Razer, filled Darlene with worry.

Before that, she went to clothing stores to see if she could find a suitable outfit for Gard, but even the largest size was a bit too small for Gard's size.

In the end, Darina still chose a pair of loose jeans, and as for underwear, Darina slapped her hand on the counter.

"Boss, could you pack two pairs of the stretchiest, largest-size men's underwear in your store for me?"

Humming a little tune, Darina walked towards the tenement building where Razer lived.

"Razer, Razer, I've brought the stuff. Open the door, or I'll just walk in."

Darlina casually twisted the doorknob of Razer's room and peeked inside.

pat!

The things she was holding fell to the ground; the seeds she had just planted, which had just sprouted, were nipped in the bud.

"I'm so sorry, I've disturbed you. I'll leave right away!"

Inside the room, Razer, wearing glasses, rallied and diligently studied foreign languages ​​with Gard, their bodies almost touching.

Of course, none of that is the most important thing. The important thing is that Gard had nothing on him except a curtain.

boom!

The door closed, and Razer, still asking how to use the Gard syntax, was completely baffled. It took him a while to realize what was going on.

"Wait, wait a minute, Darina, it's not what you think!"

Razer ran off and managed to catch up with Darina with great difficulty.

"You're saying you're learning a foreign language from that Adaklesian?"

Darlina looked at Razer with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm a child?"

"Sigh, even if you two really get together, I won't blame you. If you have to blame someone, blame my stinky old man. Who told him to be so strict with me? He made my boyfriend slip away."

Darlina stuck out her tongue and said with a displeased look.

"But, how far have you two gotten? It's definitely more than just holding hands, you haven't already kissed, have you? No, no, it's only been one night, you two wouldn't have already... Ugh, Razer sister, don't cover my mouth!"

"We have nothing!"

Razer said seriously that she admitted she and Gard were too close, but they were just learning Colombian.

"Really?"

"real!"

Who would entrust their life to someone they've just met? She's not that kind of promiscuous girl!

"So, you're saying I still have a chance?"

Darina's big eyes blinked, and Razer suddenly didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Hehe, just kidding. There's a proverb in Yan that says, 'A gentleman doesn't take what others like.' I won't try to steal it from you, Razer!"

"Where did you learn those Yan proverbs from?"

Razer looked at Darina, who was hugging him, and said seriously.

"And I've already said, I have nothing to do with him."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Darlina nodded.

Although she was a bit younger than Razer, Darina was half a head taller than Razer. Girls in Vaivaan are generally tall, so Razer was an exception.

Darlina pushed open the door and saw Gard, and quickly greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Crocodile Man, my name is Darina, and I'm Razer's good friend!"

Hello, my name is Gard!

"The person I was talking about who saved you is her."

"Oh, there's no need to bring up such a small thing!"

Darlina smiled sheepishly.

Thank you for saving me.

As Gard wrote on the paper, Darina realized what was happening and looked at Razer.

Razer explained, "He can't speak."

"what?"

Darlina was shocked to see Gard. He was so handsome and good-looking, yet he couldn't speak. It was such a pity.

Darlina looked regretful.

When I first found Gard, I thought his features would look great after a clean-up, and now that I see it, it's true. Those sharply defined muscle lines are something that most Vay mortals would envy.

Unfortunately, he is mute.

However, Darlina quickly put such thoughts aside and asked curiously, "Mr. Gard, where did you come from? Why are you unconscious? Were you attacked?"

The brown-haired Vaivaan girl, like a curious child, kept asking Gard questions. Gard had no choice but to look to Razer for help, as he had already told Razer about his background.

"You're actually Adakris from the rainforest!?"

Darlina looked at Gard with disbelief. She had seen Adaklis people from the rainforest before, and how many of those barbarians could write? Although they were all good-looking, they all seemed to have some kind of serious mental illness.

In comparison, Gard in front of me looks much more normal and better.

Is this what the Laterans meant when they said, "When God closes a door, He opens a window"?