Alligator's Ark of Tomorrow

'So you had such a bad impression of me?'

Upon seeing the writing on the paper, Mulce slammed his fist on the table.

"Of course!"

As soon as Mulsey opened her mouth, she quickly covered it. She wouldn't say it; she had always felt that Gard had ulterior motives towards her.

However, these are not the main points.

"Since you're here, that means Seria and the others have returned, right? Where is Seria?"

Mulce looked around; if Celia had returned, the others should have informed her.

'Seria should still be in the land.'

"What's the meaning?"

'I got separated from the main force during a battle.'

"What kind of battle could make you run all the way from the Hot Lands to Mellon City? Do you know how far this place is from the edge of the Hot Lands? A full 500 kilometers!"

Mulsey looked at Gard with suspicion and said, "You didn't encounter any danger and escaped alone, did you?"

The crocodile man smiled.

'What if that's really the case?'

"Then...then I'll have no choice but to prepare for Seraya's funeral."

Mulseth's gaze wandered. She was now somewhat regretful. How could she have left her true form here? What if Gard went berserk later? Where would she run to?

A piece of paper was slammed onto Mulsey's desk by Gard, startling Mulsey.

"What are you doing? If you dare come near me, I'll call the police!"

Mulsey crossed her arms and curled up in the chair.

"I...I'm telling you, I will absolutely not submit to your tyranny!"

What's going on?

Gard looked at Mulsey, glancing at her unremarkable chest and withered buttocks, and gave her a disinterested look.

"Damn it, what kind of look is that? What kind of look is that?!"

Mulce slammed her hand on the table in a huff, until she saw what Gard had written on the paper.

"Don't worry, the mission is a success. We met some friends in the hot land, and after the final battle, they'll come out together with Seria and the others."

Mulce's expression instantly brightened.

She held up a sheet of white paper covered in Gard's handwriting, looking at him with surprise: "Is everything you wrote on it true?"

Gard nodded.

"Haha, you should have said so earlier, I almost misunderstood you."

Mulse stood up happily, wanting to pat Gald on the shoulder, but with a desk between them, no matter how far Mulse reached, he could only touch Gald's pectoral muscles.

"Hey, wait a minute, has he grown taller again?"

Mulse stared blankly at the crocodile-man standing in front of her desk. His muscular body stretched out in front of her, and all she could see was Gard's marble-sculpted, muscular frame.

Gard bent down and wrote on the paper.

'You've grown a little bit taller.'

Upon seeing the contents of the paper, Mulsey finally realized what was happening.

Why aren't you saying anything?

'I have a minor throat injury.'

As Gald bent over to write, Muse trembled all over, afraid that Gald would suddenly reach out and grab her like a chick.

If it weren't for her last shred of composure as the head of the Rhine Life Ecology Department telling her to stay calm, she probably would have already turned and run away.

Of course, the consequences of running away might be even worse.

"Is your throat injured? Should I take a look?"

As soon as she said that, Mulsey wanted to slap herself twice.

Why are you meddling in this?

Oh, now that Mulce mentions it, Gard remembers.

His throat must have been burned. Mulsey is skilled in Originium Arts related to water, so maybe she can really help his throat recover.

Thinking this, Gard opened his mouth toward Mulce.

"Ah~"

Thump!

Mulce fell off the chair.

Help! Help me!

The Adakles are eating rice spirits!

When Gard pulled Mulsey out from under the table and looked at her helplessly, Mulsey blushed and tried to explain herself.

"I wasn't scared, I just slipped."

Muttering to herself, Mulse stood on her desk, barely a head taller than Gard.

"Open your mouth."

Gard opened his mouth.

"Ugh, what kind of weird stuff did you eat? It smells awful... Wait, it doesn't smell bad at all."

Mulsey originally thought that Gard had been in the hot land for so long and hadn't brushed his teeth, so his breath must be very smelly, but she couldn't smell anything at all.

Thinking that it might be a problem with her nose, Mulce moved closer and smelled it again.

"You won't brush your teeth the first thing you do when you get back, will you?"

Mulseth stared at Gard in shock. He looked so rude, could this crocodile-man be surprisingly clean?

"Ah!"

Gard called out with his mouth open, and Mulsey nodded quickly.

"I know, I know, let me see."

Mulseath pried open Gard's mouth, took out a flashlight, and looked at Gard's throat.

"Hey, don't move, stay still, I'll come closer and take a look."

Once she got into the zone, Mulce was much more rational than before. Through the flashlight, she saw that Gard's throat had a large area of ​​burns, almost completely ulcerated.

"What did you do? Are you cursed?"

"Ah!"

"Yes, yes, I'll find a way. You were injured in the hot soil, so it should be considered a work injury, and we will take responsibility."

That being said, Mulsey thought that even if Gard's throat injury was left alone, it would probably heal on its own in a few days.

Although the speed was very slow, the ulcer in Gard's throat was slowly healing, which was simply outrageous.

Mulse snapped her fingers, and the water tap in the room started running. She then beckoned with her finger, and a water tap appeared in Mulse's hand.

"Just bear with it."

Mulsey's Originium Arts are not just about manipulating water; she can even endow the water she manipulates with special purification effects.

Although this purification effect was far from enough to treat the burns in Gard's throat, quantity made up for it.

It was only because Gard had done such a huge favor for their Rhine Lab that she wouldn't have done such a thankless task for anyone else.

Mulsay used his left hand to draw in clean water and his right hand to drain the water that had passed through Gard's throat into the sewer. As a result, the water that entered the sewer was even corrosive.

Seeing Gard injured like this, Mulce immediately realized that traveling in this land was not easy, and the little complaints he had at the beginning vanished.

"cough."

While undergoing treatment, Gard suddenly choked on his saliva.

Mulse suddenly realized something was wrong, because she saw the water that had entered Gard's hand was boiling and evaporating, but she had no time to react and could only use the water in her hand as a thin film to protect herself.

The next second, Gald breathed fire from his mouth.

The flames that the black dragon had left in Gard's body were released by Gard, and Mulseth's office exploded instantly.

"What happened!?"

Outside, hearing the explosion, the Rhine Life agents tried to rush in, only to find the main entrance blocked.

"Cough cough."

A somewhat hoarse voice came from inside.

"There was a minor mishap, but Director Mulsey and I will handle it."

Although he said that, Gard looked innocently at Mulsey, whose clothes and pants he had burned to ashes in his arms, and stared at the ceiling.

It was intentional!

That damn crocodile man definitely did it on purpose!

Mulsay huddled in Gard's arms, too afraid to move, lest the few remaining pieces of cloth on his body fall off.

However, as a sorcerer skilled in water-attribute Originium Arts, he can even create a clone that is exactly the same as his own body. It is a piece of cake for him to create a simulated light garment with water.

"What are you looking at, you lecherous crocodile, you vulgar and shameless scoundrel!"

Mulse made herself a set of clothes with water, and then made a face at Gard.

"Ah, well, I suggest you put on some clothes."

Gard glanced at Mulsey's chest, and he was embarrassed to say that Mulsey's deceptive clothing, which was like an illusion, was as good as nothing to him.

It's so cheap!

......

Chapter Eight: Gard: Actually, I'm quite strong.

"Hmph, I'll forgive you this time."

Fortunately, Mulseth's lounge was right next to the office. After finding a set of clothes there, Mulseth glared at Gard.

It's no use not forgiving her; she can't do anything about Gard anyway.

"Gald, are you free this afternoon?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Come with me to a meeting."

"A meeting?"

"Yes, I need to discuss the allocation of resources among the mines with several companies in the city. This was originally Serea's job, but she's not here right now..."

Muse glanced at Gard and tossed her hair.

"Don't worry, I just need you to keep things in order. You don't need to fight. If I need you to take action, I'll pay you extra."

"That's no problem."

Gard nodded. Anyway, he didn't have much to do right now. He couldn't gain Rhine Life's complete trust until Seria left the hot land.

"So straightforward?"

Mulse was somewhat surprised, as she had heard that it had taken Seria a whole month to persuade Gard to go to the Hot Land.

Hmm, could this guy actually have a crush on me?

Muse muttered to herself, glancing furtively at Gard. Although their initial meeting hadn't been pleasant, upon reflection, she realized she had also made mistakes.

Moreover, Gard is both good-looking and capable; if he really likes me...

'Mulseth, what are you thinking? You're not in a position to be in love right now!'

Banishing the jumbled thoughts from her mind, Mulse looked at Gard's naked upper body and scrutinized him carefully.