Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 464 463. This is the result of long-term subtle influence

According to Laika, there are now a large number of people from all walks of life driving their vehicles north near the Navigator's route.

These people are not necessarily explorers, but they are definitely doing logistical work. After all, if you want to advance exploration, you will inevitably consume a lot of supplies.

Seifer subconsciously thought of the "Gold Rush" he had read about in the past. The real money wasn't necessarily made by the gold miners, but the merchants who sold tools and food to the gold miners certainly made a lot of money.

The time has come, and everyone has to move around on a large scale, and the environment for development will definitely be worse... The company may even turn a blind eye.

This chaotic environment was suffocating just thinking about it, so Seifer expressed without hesitation that he had no interest in it and continued to plan the route to the Central Node City.

But before that, Leica had to go to rest. Sefer almost pushed her into the room, told her to get enough sleep no matter what, and watched her lie down before leaving.

Completely unaware that after she left, Laika directly dug out a small radio from under the quilt, connected the communication line and began to listen again.

The feeling of walking with hair held up was a little strange, and the metal floor that had been swept and cleaned with water felt a little cold when stepped on. Seifer knocked on Feldrich's door.

Her somewhat unhappy expression suddenly changed, and she gestured coldly for Seifer to come in and tell her to find a place to sit.

"...The photos I showed you are just a glimpse of the Arctic."

Cypher blinked, waiting for her to continue her explanation.

Without hiding anything, Feldrich continued, "Abian has organized many manned and unmanned explorations, but they all ended in failure."

"But one thing is certain, that is, the storm circle in the Arctic Circle will only slow down slightly during this season. Are you curious about the Arctic?"

Seifer shook his head slightly. "I'm not curious right now. It's more important to get to the Central Node City to complete the commissions I have and get you there safely."

"Hmph... According to your navigation, it will take us at least a month to get close. This is at least twice as long as expected."

In order to keep the car body from being damaged, it takes a lot of energy to avoid damage as much as possible, and it is understandable that it takes a long time.

Seeing that Cypher wasn't very interested in the topic of the Arctic, Feldrich crossed his arms and said, "I'm tired."

"Then please have a good rest, I won't disturb you..."

"Who told you to leave, you... mercenary."

Feldrich crossed his arms. "This pose suits you so well. You look so attractive that people would want to possess you."

There's nothing we can do about it. If the inference is correct, this original version can be said to be designed to be liked by more people.

If Miss Nana is a natural person who was cultivated and adapted to aesthetics through artificial education, then Sefer is a purely artificial character who exists just to be liked by people.

"To be honest, this is giving me a headache too. Once I figure out my own background, I'll probably be able to adjust..."

"No adjustments allowed, mercenary. It's good the way it is now. You will rest here today, and you are not allowed to leave until I fall asleep."

Still talking to himself, Feldrich smiled with a hint of pride. "I saw you had the nurse tell a bedtime story, and it was quite entertaining. Tell me one too."

So that’s how it is. Another one who wants to hear a story.

Sever nodded in understanding, took off his coat and climbed onto the bed, then put his arm around her shoulders under Feldridge's inexplicable but somewhat expectant gaze.

The moist breath hitting his cheek caught Feldrich off guard. When he subconsciously prepared to take a defensive posture, he felt another hand stroking his head repeatedly.

An indescribable feeling of peace and relaxation washed over her amidst this comforting and warm feeling. She remained silent for a moment, only using her eyes to signal. "Let me think about what kind of story I should tell you... Hmm. How about this, do you know the definition of a monster?"

Feeling like something was wrong, Feldrich narrowed his eyes. The feeling of lying in a warm embrace (even though the other person was not much taller than him) was too comfortable and he didn't need to think at all.

"A so-called monster is one that cannot die, cannot communicate, and is filled with malice..."

Although the embrace was warm, the story was not very heartwarming. When Feldridge listened carefully and heard that the first victim was picked up by the neck by a tall man with a face as white as plaster, he realized something was wrong.

Then it was about how this 'monster' would resolutely, silently, and unstoppably kill the poor people who were either seeking death or simply unlucky at night.

Feldrich had never seen such a direct and unambiguous story before. She curled up in Cypher's arms and even tried to cover her ears, but covering her ears made her unable to hear the crisp and slightly doting voice...

In short, in confusion, she finished listening to a story that obviously had a sequel and a sequel, and in short, it didn't seem like a bedtime story at all.

"Mercenary...you must be doing this on purpose, telling a story that makes it hard for people to fall asleep."

"Because I don't think Alfred is interested in fairy tales. The so-called marriage story between the prince and the princess is nonsense, right?"

That was what happened, but now that he was no longer sleepy, Feldrich had to consider that this guy did it on purpose.

She closed her eyes and thought for a long time, then suddenly said, "I allow you to do something extraordinary to me, like last time."

"Hmm? Is this your personal need?"

Sefer's expression remained calm and gentle, as if he would agree with a smile to any request she made, and his tolerance was like a harbor.

He behaved so strangely when he was using the machine's body, so why is he so gentle now? This guy is one of the weirdos in the desert.

Feldrich curled his lips in disdain. "Hmph, just take it as it is. It's strange that someone like you hasn't been targeted by some ulterior motives and turned into a plaything."

"Maybe I'm just being cautious, but if it's your request, I'll try my best. Wait a moment, I'll go get Shengnai."

"—Why did you call that guy?"

"Because Shengnai was there last time, shouldn't we do the same as last time?"

"If you continue to say inappropriate things, I will withdraw my sponsorship of you, mercenary."

Seeing that Feldrich was indeed angry about the inappropriate words, Cypher decided not to play a prank, but lowered his head and put his forehead against hers.

The moist breath lingered around her, and Feldrich felt as if she was a little short of oxygen, but this feeling of relaxation was too comfortable, so she hummed with her eyes half closed.

"Don't worry, leave your feelings to me. Alfie just needs to relax and express the feeling of comfort."

To be honest, whether it is yelling in front of a group of people, working hard alone on a lot of work, or watching things develop in silence.

No matter what she is like, she is essentially wrapping herself up in various appearances, making people afraid and afraid to approach her in order to ensure her own safety.

Now, all these layers of packaging had completely disintegrated under someone's series of soft and hard attacks. Even because the goal was so pure, Feldrich couldn't feel the slightest bit of resentment.

Then I forget myself in this kind of pampering that feels like a natural family member.

(End of this chapter)