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Chapter 38: How to Love Across Different Races?

Carnelian didn't intend to give up.

If she hadn't been bound and gagged lying in the carriage for five hours, Carnelian wouldn't actually dislike Garde's straightforward nature.

She remembered the emblem of the caravan she saw earlier, indicating that the caravan belonged to an organization called "Rhine Lab."

As long as she found Rhine Lab, she could definitely find that bastard crocodile man.

But when Carnelian pushed open the door of the tavern in the small town, she overheard conversations inside.

"—Talking about recent events, a group of foreign mercenaries arrived in Redhorn Town, seems to be called Rhine Lab."

"I've heard of them. The Dreadwolf Mercenary Corps seems to have suffered a big loss at their hands. They're different from us poor folks; they're all equipped with military gear."

"Hiss, how could the Lord Ameer allow a group of foreigners fully armed into his territory?"

"It seems because that company has cooperation with the Lord Ameer."

"No wonder—"

Redhorn Town?

Hearing the conversations of the mercenaries in the tavern, Carnelian's eyes flashed with determination, and she began to make plans.

As long as she secretly followed behind Rhine Lab's convoy, she would surely find an opportunity for revenge.

By then, she would make that crocodile bastard know what cruelty was.

And then beg her to teach him Colombian while crying!

...

Meanwhile, after leaving the town, the convoy headed west.

After entering the Ibut Lord Ameer's territory, the distance between towns was not that far.

After driving for about half an hour, the convoy arrived at the second town, which was the agreed meeting place for Rhine Lab, Redhorn Town.

Originally, the plan was to enter the mobile city where the Ibut Lord Ameer was located, but this proposal was rejected by the Ibut Lord Ameer. He only allowed Rhine Lab's staff to stay in the towns near the mobile city.

Because the security in Sargon was very poor, and even seeing two mercenary groups fighting each other was common, the local Rhine Lab staff rented two buildings on the outskirts and, after some modifications, turned them into two easy-to-defend fortresses.

As the convoy approached, they were cleared after confirmation.

Garde and Saria got off the car, and from a distance, they could hear the dissatisfied voice of a young girl.

"Director Saria, you're really imposing. We agreed to meet in a week, but look at what time it is now? It's already summer in Sargon. By the time we enter the Hotland, we'll be roasted to death in this small town."

The girl with yellow-green hair leaned against the door, watching Saria and Garde approaching under the sun, pursing her lips. "Is he our guide? Is he taller than he looks in the picture? I thought the stories about the Adakrys men of old were fake, but it seems they're true!"

"Have you confirmed whether he's really been to that place? I heard that some people ran out shortly after entering and were scared out of their wits."

"If it's just for money, I advise you to talk to him nicely—"

The girl chattered on, not noticing Saria's slight movement of her lips.

"Muelsyse!"

"Ah?"

"He understands Colombian."

"..."

The expression on Muelsyse's face froze for a moment, and it took her a while to recover, revealing a brilliant smile on her face.

"Oh my, so you're the legendary hero who's been in and out of the Hotland? You look even more heroic than the rumors. Your tall figure, hard scales, and large tail. If I were an Adakrys, I'd definitely fall for you."

"Is that so? I wouldn't mind having a Liberi girlfriend."

Garde stepped forward, casting a tall shadow over Muelsyse as the sun shone down, making her feel as if she had become prey, targeted by a hunter.

Especially when Garde grinned, Muelsyse even felt a palpable sense of suppression, both on a physiological and racial level.

As Muelsyse stepped back, Garde stepped forward, until Muelsyse had nowhere to retreat.

"Hehe, Mr. Garde, you're really good at joking. A figure like mine, with you, doesn't seem appropriate no matter how you look at it."

Turning her head slightly away, stuttering, Muelsyse dared not look directly at Garde's face.

"I quite like your delicate type."

Garde persisted until Saria coughed lightly.

"Mr. Garde, even if it's a joke, don't overdo it. Although Muelsyse was at fault first, please forgive her once for the sake of our past battles together."

"Ah, sorry!"

Only then did Garde notice that he had gotten very close to Muelsyse. He rubbed his crocodile head embarrassedly.

Seeing Garde move away from her, Muelsyse breathed a sigh of relief and calmed herself down.

Whether it was Garde's illusion or not, he felt that Muelsyse seemed to emit some ripples as she calmed herself down, both physically and racially.

Come out, attribute panel!’

Garde's eyes flashed, and Muelsyse's attribute template appeared in his vision.

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Character: Muelsyse

Code Name: Muelsyse

Gender: Female

Combat Experience: None

Race: Liberi

Height: 169cm

Upper Bust:

Lower Bust:

Waist:

Hips:

Oripathy Status: Non-infected

Physical Strength: Deficient

Battlefield Mobility: Deficient

Physiological Endurance: Standard

Tactical Planning: Excellent

Battle Skills: Standard

Originium Arts Adaptation: Standard

Evaluation: A puppet humanoid created by Muelsyse, the head of Rhine Lab's ecological department, not intended for combat.

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No wonder, she's just a puppet!

Garde thought it was strange; he couldn't sense any human aura from the girl in front of him.

But encountering a puppet that looked almost identical to a real person was a first for him, which made him unable to resist poking Muelsyse with his finger.

Then, boom—

The puppet exploded.

Water splashed all over Garde.

Garde stood there dumbfounded, staring for a moment before turning to look at Saria.

Saria sighed and rubbed her forehead, then spoke after a while, "Let's go inside first."

It's just a puppet; since Muelsyse can remake it again using her Art, she wouldn’t pursue the matter of him breaking it right?

Saria silently thought to herself.

Little did she know, in the basement of the fortress, Muelsyse, who had been sitting on a chair, was now slumped on the ground, not moving for a while.

Recalling the images conveyed by the puppet, Muelsyse covered her chest, feeling her heart pounding.

"My puppet was flirted with!? By a male Adakrys no less!?"

Thinking of the crocodile man's attitude when he flirted with her, even poking her cheek with his finger at the end, Muelsyse couldn't maintain her composure anymore.

‘That guy must have done it on purpose! Just because I said a few mean words to him? Narrow-minded, petty! Liberi and Adakrys are like night and day, how can we talk about love across different races!’

Muelsyse thought angrily to herself.